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Kristie

By: angiquesophie



Kristie.

The lobby was empty, so was the reception area. Her steel pointed heels clicked their rhythm on the shining floor. When she stopped, her ears picked up the distant sigh of air conditioning. It was cool in here, almost chilly after the humid heat outside. The artificial breeze made her black hair flow. Her flimsy summer dress clung to her skin. It enhanced the flowing curves of her body in motion. Little nubs rose from the center of her swaying breasts. They responded to the change in temperature, as did the goose bumps on her naked arms.

The young woman stopped at the centre of the lobby. She was unsure what to do as nobody seemed present. Then distant, repetitive sounds reached her ears. She turned her attention to the tall glass doors that gave out on an adjacent hall to the right. They were closed, but through them she saw something move. 

As she reached the doors, they slid open with an automatic sigh. They revealed a large room with a high ceiling. It was filled with innumerable machines. Rows and rows of them stood on an immaculate shining floor. They were reflected in high mirrors which ran the total length of the walls. The far side was all milky glass window.

She stepped forward, amazed at the infinite number of replica's of herself in the yellow and red flowered cotton dress. Un vrai palais de crystal, her mind whispered. Narcissus' paradise. And she slowly moved into the direction of the sounds. They were much louder now, after the doors opened. Creaking sounds they were, punctured with sighs like heavy breathing. And before she really saw the source, she knew they were the product of human exertion.

The girl seemed to not have noticed her visitor. She sat on a bicycle-like machine. She was silhouetted against the white, milky windows. She worked out hard in a lycra outfit. It left her arms, shoulders and belly free. Her thighs were tightly wrapped in the same material. The bare calves of her long, toned legs showed the play of her muscles.

Her skin was deeply tanned. It shone with perspiration. The sky blue lycra showed dark spots. They grew while she looked. Ah, the girl was strong and dedicated. She panted and even now accellerated, although her legs already seemed a blur of motion. A pretty blonde pony tail danced on her head. It followed the frantic rhythm of her body.

And still the girl seemed not aware that she had a visitor. An attentive visitor too. She watched her every move, every sensuous roll of muscle. She saw the trembling of her breasts, the way her tight, well-trained little ass slid and moved on the narrow saddle. 

The visitor held her breath so long that her ears started to buzz.

Ever so quiet she tiptoed forward until she was behind the exercising girl. And ever so slowly she reached out a pale hand to touch the shining lycra on her rolling hip. Ah, the heat...the deep glow radiated into her palm. She touched and cupped first the right cheek, then the left. A bolt of sweet electricity ran through her arms. It sank straight through her body and in to the centre of her lust.

"I stood shivering. My eyes were closed for what felt like minutes. Then I looked straight into the wide gaze of the girl. She looked at me from inside the mirror. It was the sweetest face I had ever seen. Open, vulnerable. Greenish hazel flashed from under lovely arches of wonderment. She had sun-flushed skin. She had a pretty small freckled nose and a generous mouth. It hung half open with exhaustion. And it trembled."

The visitor held her breath. Her hands started caressing the girl's behind. Her emerald eyes never flinched. They bored into the other's eyes, keeping them captive. A shiver ran through the soaked lycra under her touch. She knew she held the girl in thrall. Slowly, softly she allowed a smile to curl her lips. And she felt her heart flutter when a wide smile rose in response on the blonde's face. It was a smile like the morning sun rising.

With a long, long sigh the woman's captured breath escaped. She whispered: "Hi, sweet girl...I am Angique. What is your name?"

The girl flashed her lashes twice. She swallowed a lump in her throat. "Kristie", she croaked. Her voice was still hoarse from exhaustion. It trembled with tenseness. She had risen on her saddle. The mirror showed her panting chest. It reflected her sweat soaked belly and strong athlete's thighs.

The woman who called herself Angique started roaming the blonde's hips and thighs with pale, red nailed fingers. She paused on each new found spot, then traveled on.

"You look marvellous, Kristie", she said. "You have a great body." 

And, oh God, was it possible? Could things be more perfect? A slow blush rose from the girl's chest. It climbed her throat and found her adorable face.

Maybe it was the blush. Maybe it was something in the coy fluttering of her eyelashes as she watched the woman Angique from under her brows. The caressing hands now rose to Kristie's tightly bound breasts. They cupped them and pressed them against her rib cage. The woman stood closer now. She pushed her own breasts into the blonde's back. She felt the sweat soak slowly into the cotton of her dress. All the while her steady emerald eyes watched over the girl's shoulder. She grasped her gaze in the mirror and held it. She did not allow her to escape even for a second.

Her moist lips were close to the girl's ear. She whispered something inaudible. The blush deepened. Almost unnoticed the girl Kristie nodded. The red nails of the right hand travelled down her belly. The girl spread her thighs only inches. But she also pushed herself forward. She gave the searching hand access to her crotch.

At the same time she turned her face. She closed her eyes and opened her weak mouth slightly. The woman Angique smiled. Then she opened her own mouth. She pressed her soft lips on the blonde's. A fat pink, wriggling tongue appeared and dashed between white teeth. It roamed wildly until it met the girl's tongue. It started a hungry dance half in and out. It darted, snaked, strangled. They filled the quiet hall with wet noises and stifled moans.

The other hand now found a moist, warm crotch. It rubbed slowly up and down, forcing the thighs ever wider. Kristie slumped back against the woman. She pushed her cunt into the invading hand. Her own hand covered it. She sped up the motion. Her other hand slid into the black shining hair of the woman. It intensified the long, deep kiss. Then Kristie moaned. It was a sobbing sweet sound. It rose with passion, then sank into a throaty animal's purr.

 Angique let go of her mouth. She allowed the girl to gasp. Then she slid her fingers from under the girl's hand. She watched her start rubbing herself. She took the flushed face in both hands and pushed her head against Kristie's. Her fierce emerald eyes were only an inch away from the misted gaze. She kept silent for quite a while. The only sounds were the fast breathing of the girl and the steady rubbings against the slippery lycra.

At last a deep, misty voice broke the tension. It was sweet but strong like silk clad steel. 

"Get naked for me, little thing."

The rubbing hand stopped at once. So did the girl's breath. The eyes flew open in a terrified flash.

"Here?", she asked. It sounded as if the word had to pass through a passage that was far too narrow.

Angique just kept staring in silence.

As if in a dream the blonde's hands rose to the hem of her outfit. She pushed the tight elastic fabric over a well filled sports bra. Then she slipped it over her head and let it drop to the floor. The woman with the black shiny hair had taken two steps back. She watched the blonde in the mirror. She smiled as Kristie again met her eyes. Now it was with shy wonder. Angique nodded. The blonde's hands slid behind her back to undo the clip that held her bra together. Almost with a pop the full firm flesh spilled from its imprisonnement. Rich, gold tanned tits swung free in front of her.

Involuntarily Angique stretched out a pale hand to touch them, but she stopped midway. She bit on her lip. She again stood back to watch. Her eyes returned to the girl's nervously wandering gaze. She smiled and nodded encouragement. Kristie sighed. She slid her thumbs under the waistband of the tight pants, starting to slip them off. She stood on the pedals of the machine as she peeled the fabric down her thighs and calves. It got stuck in sweaty wrinkles. She sat down again. She bent forward and moved the lycra over her cute pink sneakers. First she freed the left, then the right. 

The material whispered to the floor like a sky blue butterfly.

Kristie sat up, now only clad in a lacy pink thong. It hugged her pouting cunt lips tightly. But it disappeared between her ass cheeks only to return at her waistband. The cheeks were wonderfully tight and smooth. They had the perfect shape of an inverted heart, flaring out from a narrow waist.

Kristie sat for a minute. She restlessly moved on the saddle. The front of her thong was in full sight in the mirror. Angique saw with a smile that the pink was decidedly darker where the entrance to her little garden lay.

So shy, she thought, yet so eager. So sweet to watch her dilemma. 

To help her decide, Angique stepped into full sight of the mirror. She started to undo the buttons of her own summer's dress. She began right between her breasts. Then she moved slowly down to the hem. But she did not bend down to reach them. She pulled the cotton fabric up to bring the closed buttons to her fingers. That way the mirror slowly disclosed more and more of her legs and thighs for the naked girl to watch. Inch after careful inch the woman's white alabaster body came into sight. The shadows kept their secret until the third button. But when the nimble fingers undid the fourth, the hem rose above a spotlessly shaven pussy. It showed that she wore no panties at all. When the last button was opened it became clear that she wore no bra either. 

The yellow and red cotton opened like a flower. It showed a tall, slender, almost translucently pale woman. Her legs were too long for her frame. Otherwise she was very well proportioned. Her young tits stood firm, with amazingly dark nipples. The sheer whiteness of her skin gave her the cool appearance of a marble statue. The tender, porcelaine lucidity made her almost float like a cloud. The contrast of her black hair, thick eyebrows and dark set eyes gave her the drama of old black and white photographs and silent movies.

Angique turned her head towards the girl on the bike. She saw that Kristie's hand had returned to her lace clad pussy. She rubbed it as if in a trance. Angique walked to her. Her heels gave her tits a lovely rythm. Then she again pulled the girl's face towards her. She kissed her in the same hungry, passionate way as before. The glowing body melted against her.

"Be naked with me, darling", she breathed. "Don't make me beg."

Kristie's eyes widened. Over her arched brows danced tiny, spidery wrinkles. All movement froze in soundless hesitation. Then Angique's gaze darkened to a deeper jungle green. Her mouth closed till it was a thin line. All memories of her sweet smile had vanished. 

The blonde girl felt a shiver ride the length of her spine. It was like a frozen insect running from the curve of her neck down to the very end of her backbone. She felt confused, lost. Her seeping pussy still glowed. But in her heart an icy breath seeped in.

She moved nervously on the tiny saddle. She knew something had gone wrong. And she knew the wrongness was of her doing, her fault. She had let this amazing woman down. She, the clumsy, stupid little girl, had brought this woman of the world almost to a point where she had to beg for a favour. Insignificant Kristie made her beg for a favour. My God, Kristie, she thought, what are you doing? Or worse: what have you done?

She crinched under the stern green gaze. She tried to find words. She tried to force her trembling lips to form a sentence that would explain. Fresh sweat formed on her brow. Her mouth didn't know how to shape the words.

But her hands knew. Her busy, trembling fingers knew. Her thumbs hooked into the hem of her thong. They pulled it down her thighs as she rose from the saddle. Her eyes kept sinking into the green bottomless pools. Her brain kept racing in ever smaller circles. But her body knew. Her body obeyed.

The thong was now around her knees. She pulled it free by slipping her left pink sneaker through it. She left it to dangle on the other foot. Her eyes closed. She sank back on the slippery saddle. She felt her swollen lips suck in the soft suede leather as she sat down.

The pressure of the saddle made her curly haired mound rise. It displayed a sweet little hill of golden circlets sprayed with starry drops of sweat.

Angique smiled.

A deep warmth flooded her eyes. It sent rays of sympathy to the trembling girl. And Kristie felt the glow invade her when she opened her eyes cautiously. With it an incredible sense of relief flushed her body. All the awful frost had gone. All was right again. She melted completely. A sigh escaped her chest.

A white hand cupped her mound. Red tipped fingers dug into the pretty trimmed bush. Again Angique stood closer. She hugged the blonde girl. She made her slump against her. Soft pillowy lips touched Kristie's ear. They sucked in her lobe. Two fingers slid down on each side of her tingling cunt lips, making them pout. And she whispered.

"Will you be mine, little girl?"

A sob rose in Kristie's throat. God, what was happening to her? Who was this woman? She did not know her, did she? They'd never met before, had they? Really? Why then did she ache with the need to submit? Why did she want to melt until all of her self drowned in these emerald pools of deep, deep destiny?

Her face blushed crimson. She nodded, then nodded again. 

"Tell me, honey, say it out loud", the dark haired woman insisted. Her slender fingers now invaded the wet, tight slit. They searched for the pearl on top.

Kristie swallowed. Her head seemed to float in clouds of fuzzy heat. She felt dizzy. The voice she heard seemed somebody else's. But oh yes, it was her own.

"Please," the voice said, "Please let me be yours..." She pushed her hips up hard to meet the probing fingers.

Kristie Arrives At The Villa



The view always took her breath away. Today even more than before. Maybe it was the incredible vastness of the blue sky over the still snowy caps of the mountains. Or the sun that painted a bright shining avenue of light on the lake below.

She stood at the edge of the terrace. She felt the spring breeze lick at the nipples of her exposed breasts. The slope of the mountain fell away steeply before her high-heeled feet. It gave her a dizzying sensation of flying whenever she looked straight up. She spread her arms and closed her eyes. 

She tasted the moment.

Of course it wasn't only the perfection of the day that made her heart flutter and her blood pound in her ears. Nor was it the lofty location. It was the sheer excitement of knowing her girl would arrive today.

A slow smile curled her lips. It lit up her face. Just the mere thought of sweet Kristie arriving ran a wave of tingling warmth through her body. Ever since they had met so unexpectedly in far away Florida, the blonde girl had not left her mind. Even during busy days her face was super imposed on everything else. And when night fell, sensuous memories invaded her thoughts. They made her fingers travel her naked body. They sent electrical shivers from wherever she touched.

At the gym she had eaten Kristie. She had made her come at once. Her copious juices gushed into her mouth and painted her face. Then she and the girl had sunk into a tight embrace. They formed the sacred number and brought each other to numerous orgasms. The hall had rung with moans and screams. They thrashed in never ending climax.

Ah, God, the girl was unbelievable. She was sweet and passionate, hungry, insatiable. And she was like putty in her hands, an eager lap dog puppy. She never tired to please her. She never tired to eat her, lick her pussy, suck her nipples. Her eyes shone and sparkled. She drank in all she was taught. 

She listened with all her heart. Flowers of crimson reddened her face when images of depraved sexual nature seeped into her mind. But they aroused her deeply. Angique used words the girl would never have dared whisper. Now she heard them fall with careless ease from this woman's lips. She saw visions she must always have considered perverse. Now they seemed natural, delectable. Even desirable.

Angique had taken her to the beach house that she had rented during her stay in Miami. She had extended that stay for another day. They never left the place. And she never left her new found treasure.

Angique knew immediately that Kristie was a natural. She was a wonderful gift, sent to be moulded and shaped into the perfect slut. She was the toy she had longed for forever. Angique had trembled with impatience. She needed to start the thrilling transformation of sweet Kristie into the most delicious creature she ever owned. Angique's creature.

She had asked the girl to join her at the Villa to be trained. Again her heart leapt when she remembered the simple "Yes, Mistress." Today Arnold, the chauffeur, would pick her up at the airport. He would deliver her into sweet slavedom.

Angique opened her eyes. She drank in the blue vastness of her view. Then she stepped back. She turned around and walked to the wicker chairs. They were set back into the shadows of a huge umbrella. The towering heels of her laced up leather boots clicked elegantly on the slabs of white marble. The sun painted liquid curves of light on the leather of her corset and tights. Then she reached the shadows to protect the paleness of her skin.

She sat down. She sipped the chilled white wine from the elegant glass. And waited. 

The tall man discreetly scratched at one of the huge glass doors. They gave out onto the terrace. He wore a dark gray uniform and tucked a cap under his arm. He coughed softly. Then he said, with a distinct German accent: "Milady, your property has arrived."

Angique turned towards him. She smiled and thanked the man. She always called him Arnold, just because he reminded her of the Austrian actor Schwarzenegger. She dismissed him with a flick of her wrist. Then she put down the empty glass and rose to her feet.

She went inside. 

She passed through the summer room with its elegant art nouveau club chairs. It had chaises longues, deep soft rugs on a marble floor and a dominating sandstone fireplace. The ceilings were high and vaulted. The windows at the terrace's side ran all the way up in arched, deep bays. They let in the glorious sunlight.

She walked from sunny spot to sunny spot. The light played over her body, until she arrived at an imposing double door of polished oak. She lifted the latch. Then she pulled both doors towards her.

They gave out on a large hall. It was flooded with broad and colourful beams of sunlight. Right at the doorstep stood the girl Kristie. She held her head down. But she watched from under her eyebrows. A pretty blush touched her face.

She wore a denim jacket over what seemed to be a white T-shirt. Her legs were wrapped tightly in jeans. At her feet she had a pair of well known pink sneakers. On the floor next to her stood a heavy bag. It no doubt contained her things. Angique chuckled inwardly. How little of them she would need here.

Kristie waited nervously. She leaned from one foot on the other. Angique did not utter a word of welcome. She not even showed a smile. The girl did not know how to behave. She felt herself slip into an embarrassed void of helplessness.

After a minute she looked up. Her eyes opened in wide wonder. Her sweet brow frowned. "I have arrived, Mistress," she whispered. 

Angique's hand flew towards the girl's chin and grabbed it hard. She pulled her closer until the face was within inches.

"Slut!" she said with a harsh edge to her voice. "First lesson: at this Villa never speak unless spoken to!" She pushed the face away and left the girl stand in obvious embarrassment.

A new uneasy silence followed. The woman in black leather took her time. She looked the blonde girl over from head to toe.

"You look awful, girl," she then said. "Get naked." 

It took Kristie a few seconds to let the command sink in. Then she slowly shrugged out of her denim jacket. The T-shirt was tight and showed lovely bumps on the tips of her breasts. Ah, she must be very excited, Angique thought. The girl started to kick her sneakers out. She unbuckled her pretty pink belt.

The jeans slid down her tanned thighs. They hung around her calves. She stepped out of them. Then she pulled the T-shirt over her head. The bra was sheer and in a lovely powder blue. It allowed the shadows of her areole to shine through. The thong was a matching colour, except for the centre. There the blue was at least a shade deeper from her seeping moisture.

"Stop!" Angique said. The girl froze immediately.

The woman in black stepped forward. She cupped both breasts with the palms of her warm hands. They forced a slight moan from Kristie's throat.

Then Angique let one hand sink to her crotch, right where the darker spot was. She rubbed it softly. Then she smelled at her fingers.

"Kristie is a real slut, isn't she? Oh yes, she is. She is already wet." Angique smiled a cruel smile at the girl. Kristie's face turned a dark shade of red.

"Get out of your panties, girl," Angique said. "And give them to me."

Kristie hastened to obey now. She stepped daintily out of the thong and handed it over. Angique smelled the flimsy fabric, inhaling deeply. Then she said: "Open your mouth, girl".

Kristie looked surprised and the surprise made her slow. Angique slapped her face with the damp panties. "Open, slut! Don't make me wait!" At last the blonde girl opened her mouth. She felt the thong being pushed between her teeth. It slid back down her tongue. She almost gagged on it.

"Get rid of the bra, girl. In Villa all my girls are naked. All the time."

Just like that glorious first time in the gym Kristie's tits spilled from her bra when she opened the little clasp. Angique took a step back. She admired her new and lovely girl. The golden hair, the healthy tan, the sleek athlete's body. She admired the tits that lay on her arm like playful puppies. The nipples were swollen and alert.

"You look so much better now, pretty slut," Angique complimented. At last she let a warm smile touch the corners of her mouth.

"You may kiss me." 

Kristie did one, then two confused steps. Her mouth was still filled with the nylon thong. Angique took her in her arms. She made her tits kiss the blonde's, pressing them together. She pried Kristie's mouth open and took the panties out. Even before the girl could gasp for air she closed her mouth with hers. She dashed her tongue inside. It ran all along the rows of teeth before sliding down the curl of Kristie's tongue. She almost reached the entrance of her throat.

Angique felt the girl slump in her arms. Then she responded to the kissing. Ah, God, such a passionate kisser she was. For minutes their fat tongues danced inside Kristie's moist velvet cave. They strangled each other outside their wide open mouths, then sank into Angique's. The wet sounds echoed in the vaulted hall. They were punctured by high gasps and muffled groans.

Their bodies were glued together by now. The slick black leather rubbed Kristie's glowing skin. Arms flew up and down. Busy fingers caressed every curve.

Angique's hand had found Kristie's sticky mound. She cupped it. Then she pressed her palm and heel hard into the flesh. The girl spread her thighs eagerly to meet the probing hand. Without ever interrupting the passionate kiss, she started to hump against the intruder of her most intimate niche.

Kristie moaned. Her chest rose with ever increasing speed. She gyrated her hips and fucked the fingers that slid inside her.

All the way to this mystic place in far away Europe hot images had been jumping and rolling inside her mind like fluffy, furry animals. They aroused her so much, the lovely stewardess on the plane must have noticed.

The tall chauffeur who picked her up at Milan airport had done nothing to ease her agitated state of mind. And when she at last stood in front of the big oaken doors, her heart almost leapt out of her body. It dropped back in with a thud when Mistress opened the door and treated her like dirt. 

Oh God, did she feel stupid. Standing there, her eyes had one moment brimmed with the incredible vision of her destiny. The other moment she had sunk into the darkest, coldest dungeons of despair.

And yet, her body had known, as always. 

Hot dizzying flashes had made her skin ripple at every degrading gaze. Every sentence from the mouth of this sweet, cruel woman had humiliated her. The command to undress, the slaps in her face, the fragrant panties gagging her throat had scared her immensely. But they seemed only to push her body deeper into an unknown realm of weird, consummating lust. Slow trickles of juice started running down her inner thighs. Her breasts' nipples became harder than she had ever felt. Hot blushes rose from her chest and almost choked her. They made her feel as if her head floated on a halo of flames.

And then there was this sudden kiss. The urgent tongue. The probing hand. Within minutes she exploded into a series of unstoppable orgasms. Her body spasmed against the firm hold of the woman. The fingers kept fucking her. They rubbed her screaming clit.

She kept coming until her knees gave out. She sank to the cool, cool marble floor.

When she came to, it took a long time for her to focus. A nice warmth wrapped her skin. She realized slowly that it must be the sweet rays of the Italian sun. She tried to lift her head. But she wasn't able to move it even an inch. Neither could she move her arms and legs or even her hips. Only her hands could make futile clawing motions. Her toes could wriggle.

She seemed to lie on a smooth, slanting surface. The only thing her eyes saw was a patch of blue sky through high arched windows. She was stretched out. Her legs were spread wide. She felt perfectly vulnerable. From somewhere came lovely, sinuous music...sweet violins played vaguely familiar music.

Then the blue vision was blotted out by a sweep of black, silky hair. It caressed her face. In the middle of it were green, smiling eyes. A cloud of perfume invaded her nose. She tasted the sweetness of lipstick. Her mouth was sealed with a kiss.

"Hello, sweet little pussy," Angique whispered after her mouth was released again. "I am going to close your eyes."

The cool silk of a blindfold sank over her eyes. It left her in utter darkness. Her heart started to race. She gasped with rising panic and pulled at her bindings. But the soothing voice dripped honey into her ears. She immediately relaxed. 

"Ssssssh, sweet pet...don't worry now. Mistress is with you." A soft, gloved hand ran the length of her stretched body. It touched every inch of her skin.

When the hand reached her mound and pussy, it paused. The sweet angelic voice sang: "To be my girl, darling, I'll have to clear away these nasty little curls. I'll give you the sweetest of baby bare cunts. Wouldn't that please you, sweet slut, to give your Mistress this lovely present?"

Kristie didn't know what to say. Mistress, the woman had said. Who was she to disagree with this woman called Mistress? She was proud of her neatly trimmed bush of golden curls. All boys and girls she had been with had loved it. They had complimented her on it. She tried to find words of protest or whatever words of comment. Her lips worked fruitlessly.

Angique made the room ring with a peal of silver laughter. "Don't say a thing, darling. You'll love it."

Kristie heard heels walk away on the stone floor. They returned shortly, accompanied by the tinkling sounds of glass and metal. Now that she was blindfolded, every sound seemed louder, more precise. She heard the gurgling of water. She knew at once that it came from a piece of cloth being wrung out. The excess water ran back into a metal bowl.

Then she felt the hot, damp cloth wrap her mound and her slightly spread cunt. The suddenness made her jump. Then the lovely warmth of the water permeated her skin. It made her sigh. The cloth was rubbed over her mound and cunt lips and between her thighs. The touch made recent sensations return. Her nipples responded. She could not suppress a sweet, contented sigh.

"Yes, my child", the silver voice said. "This is what you love, isn't it? To have your pretty cunt wrapped in moist heat. You want to feel the nice fricture against your angel's wings and awakening clitty."

Next, a hot cream sank onto her crotch's skin. She felt busy fingers rubbing it in. It was a lather, she knew. Deep inside her a remnant of anxiety returned. But the hands just massaged it out of her system. She felt her limbs relax. Her will evaporated.

"Lie still now, sweetheart," her Mistress whispered. 

She felt something scratch ever so lightly over her skin. Long slow strokes slid over and around her slit. They were applied with ease and expertise. Not an inch was left unattended to. The insides of her thighs were carefully shaven. Even the patch of skin towards her ass hole was not forgotten. As was the skin between her cheeks and around her rosebud.

At last the heat of the cloth returned. It wafted a sweet perfume into her keen nose, a scent of roses. Her golden curls had gone, she knew. And yes, a pang of loss touched her heart. But the hands kept massaging her. Sweet warm oil now dripped on her skin. And an entirely different feeling replaced the sorrow. The hands massaged her thighs. More oil spread on her tanned skin. She started to glow wherever the hands rubbed it in. A lazy feeling spread from her belly to her chest, then to her sweet breasts and throat. A low moan escaped her lips.

"Oh, you look so marvellous now, lil baby girl," Angique's voice lilted from the darkness. "I shall undo your straps, darling. I'll let you have a glimpse of your new self."

Kristie felt her straps loosen one by one. Then Angique's hands took her shoulders. She pulled her to a sitting position. The darkness lifted. Kristie had to blink into the fierce light.

"Look at your new pussy, Kristie darling," the voice said. She stared into a mirror that her Mistress held between her spread legs. She swallowed a lump in her throat. She watched the totally bare reflection of her puffy cunt and mound. It was a little girl's crotch, the naked, slick lips of a baby. It took her a moment to realize it was hers.

A tear dripped on the mirror.



Kristie's First Time



Yeah, I get this shit all the time, like, "You must be a guy" or "You must be a lesbian" so I posted this little thing, and if you've already seen it, sorry. The problem is that most of you guys haven't come across any Y2K girls yet. I'm Gen X.5, and wait 'til you see Gen XI. You think *I'm* badd? You ain't seen NOTHIN! I teach them skating, they are like eleven or twelve now. In a few years, NO guy's cock will be safe. THESE little girls are FEARLESS, and they know exactly what they want. They used to be so innocent, but after Monicagate, they're like, "Miss Kristie, is oral sex where you talk dirty on the phone with your boyfriend?" and I'm like, "No, that's PHONE sex. Ask your mom." So anyway, here is the little thing I posted: 

I saw a little boy walking down the street,
Dressed like a girl from his head to his feet.
He wore a little bra and little panties too.
I said, "Oh-oh, son, there's something wrong with you."

Come along and be my panty-boy,
Come along and be my panty-boy,
Panty-boy, panty-boy,
I'll make love to you.

Okay, okay, I gotta, like, deal with these two rumors, that I'm a guy, or I'm a lesbian.

But first, in case the little poem upset any TV's or CD's or POTS's among us, let me say FIRST, it was written by a friend of mine who is into it. He's also gay, and I know the two don't go together necessarily, but in Michael's case, they do. Okay, so I'm not having sex right now, so sometimes I go out with Michael and we BOTH look at the guys who look at me. I don't have to be wrestling Michael all night long, which is good because he is a wrestler, and so we can just relax and have fun. Okay, so, like, sometimes Michael goes out with me as "Michelle." I mean, okay, he makes a GREAT girl, I mean he's like sexier than I am. So like people hear Michael is on this date in drag, and then they see us, and Michael looks more like a girl than I do, so they figure I must be the guy.

Okay, okay, the lesbo stuff: Several of my good friends are lesbian, and I don't think there is anything wrong with it, it just isn't me. I think the rumors started at that slumber party. This girl Jenny said she had this lump in her breast so we were all feeling it. Jenny is, like, STACKED, and I was like, "I don't feel anything, here, feel mine." So she like, felt me, and she was like, "God, Kristie, you're so small, how would you KNOW?" so I like got mad at her, and when I get mad I get REAL mad, so Jenny was like screaming and trying to push me away, and I've taken YEARS of TaiChi for my skating so I'm pretty hard to push, so like the other girls had to pull me off her and word got out Jenny and I were having a LOVER'S spat over Kelly, and if I WERE going to be a lesbian, I'd DEFINITELY do Kelly because she is, like, WAY cute, but everyone knows she's Yvonne's, and Vonnie really kicks ass if anyone fucks around with her bitch, I mean, even the GUYS are scared of her.

So, okay, like, my first time was like when I was (censored), I think. I mean, mom just got divorced and we moved to TEXAS, to IRVING, like where the Cowboys and Texas stadium are and all that, and I HATED it. I was going to this rink sort of behind Texas Stadium. I mean, in Chicago I was like, skating with Nicole Bobek and all these world class skaters and here there was NOTHING and dad and mom were fighting over child support so I couldn't even afford a COACH. I mean, here I was, like the Junior Champion in my region, and I didn't even have a COACH!

I mean, the rink was so HOT. Ice skating is supposed to be COLD, so I come out in my big "Bears" sweater and thick tights and everybody LAUGHED at me. I warmed up and did a couple triple toes and my triple Axel, and then everybody stopped laughing and started hating me. So the next day, I wear my short-shorts over my tights and a little black bra-top with my hair down. I mean, okay, I wasn't TRYING to look hott, I was trying to stay cool, but Brian said the way my hair wrapped around my face when I jumped was totally sexy. Kinda risky, though. You skate out of a big jump, you're like going backwards twenty miles an hour, and you can't see jack until you get your hair unwound.

Young guys really miss the boat, you know? Where do they go to pick up girls? The video arcade at the mall. So who's there? About a million GUYS, and they are ALL staring at the same two or three (censored) Video Vixens. I mean, they're hott and all that, you know, underaged stoners, fake tattoos and real piercings but they are all fucking this guy Raoul who runs the place and gives them shit for free. Yeah, they are really going to go out with some (censored) year old wannabe.

Meanwhile, back at the rink, 50 beautiful, young, leggy, tight-assed, sex-starved teenage skater grrls are making eyes at the same six guy skaters, five of whom are gay. So like, Brian is smart, he's in COLLEGE, he's figured this out. He's never even SEEN a pair of skates up close, but he's seen skater grrls on ESPN, so he starts showing up at the rink, you know, tight jeans, nice buns, starter jacket. He'd just sit on the stands by the boards and watch, so all the girls are pretending not to notice, like, "Wow! Who's he? Is he a coach? He's hott! I think he's Stacy's boyfriend!" and Stacy is like, "NOT!"

Okay, so I am like real shy normally, ESPECIALLY around guys, but I'm FEARLESS on the ice, so like Brian is leaning over the boards watching, so I speed-skate over and hockey-stop him. A hockey stop is when you put your blade crosswise. If you are going fast and do it wrong, snow goes EVERYWHERE, and I am the BEST at doing it wrong.

So Brian was brushing the snow off, and I was standing there pretty pleased with myself. So he's brushing snow off and he's like, "You're Kristie, aren't you?" and then he smiles at me.

Ohmygod! He knows my NAME? I almost fell over! I'm like, "Yeah," and my face is hot. So I'm not even skating, I'm just turning around, and I lose my edge, and *PLOP* I'm on the ice. I mean, I could take just anyone and put them on skates and push them out on the ice and they'd fall down more gracefully than I did. So then everybody is clapping and cheering and I want to crawl inside my skate boot next to my foot. So now I'M the one brushing off snow, and my tight little ass is sore, and wet, and when I look up, Brian is gone and the girls are like, "You sure impressed HIM, Kristie!" I didn't care until I didn't see him the next day.

Okay, so there is this coffee machine back by the chillers, and I don't drink coffee, but it has cocoa too, so if I ever had any money I always had some after I got done skating. I had been working on my triples and everything hurt and I was a mess, ripped hand-me-down jeans, a torn shirt unbuttoned over my bra top, ripped running shoes I got in seventh grade, old canvas skate bag, my hair half in and half out of a bun. So I slide around the chillers and there is Brian, holding a cup of cocoa!

"Looks like you deserve this!" he says. "What was that last jump you were doing? It was so cool!"

So we sat down at one of the little tables where the Zamboni guy eats lunch and I explained that a flip is really just a toe-Salchow and it's not hard except you have to change feet and get your assist foot around because you have to land on it. Brian was just listening and watching me with those sexy eyes and not saying anything and by the time I got done explaining about who Salchow was I realized how much I wanted his dick in my mouth and he never even said anything.

So while the poor wannabes were at the mall eyeing the Video Vixens and dropping quarters, Brian was out in his car dropping his pants for an extra-special, nut-popping, cock-draining swallow-it-all Kristie BJ. It wasn't the first time I had blown a guy, but it was the first time I blew a guy I cared about, and afterwards he held me and I snuggled in his arms the way I used to do with dad, and I knew I wanted him to be my first. 



Kristie's House



Slave. . . That is what some might call us at first glance, but what they don't realize is why we are here like this in the first place. If they understood that than they might have an idea as to why we let Kristie treat us like this. Like the sex starved lesbian slaves that we all so desperately want to be.

I remember how it all started for myself, I was a college student getting ready to graduate from university. I had promise, I had hope and I gave it all up for this. . . A butt plug shoved deep inside me and no clothing. Perhaps I am just a slut that deserves to live in this house pleasing and being pleased by other women. Praying for the chance to have a taste of Kristie's ass once again. Anyways, I had been in the last few months of university and as all people do I got bored and decided to look at a few porno's on the computer.

This wasn't out of the ordinary, I had figured every girl my age masturbated, but I always had a thought in the back of my head that I was different. Maybe it's because I masturbated too much or because I would get turned on by things that most people wouldn't view as a turn on. My favorite thing to watch though was anal sex. I had never personally tried it before, but I had found the courage to buy a toy once. Truth be told when I got it I was too ashamed and nervous to use it so I hid it in an old shoe in my closet at home. That was until I went to university, I knew my parents would do something with my room and I couldn't take the chance of them finding it. 

It was at university that I first used it and I guess had my first anal experience, even if it was just with a toy I bought, I will never forget the first time it penetrated me. It sent shivers up my spine, that was until the pain caught up with me. The pain I felt back then from having something shoved into my butt, it still makes me wonder why I ever continued.

That first time was the start of an addiction. . . An addiction that has changed my life forever, whether I am happy about that or not is still unclear to me. I do feel excited being here though referred to as an anal loving lesbian bitch. It's a sensation all it's own to hear these words directed towards me, I guess that does make me somewhat of a bitch. . . It's all because of that dildo and my obsession with having it in my ass.

I remember how much I used that after my first time, it quickly became daily, sometimes even twice a day. I remember doing it a few times during the middle of the night while my roommate was asleep in her bed. It was a dangerous addiction that only seemed to be getting worse and changing me.

Soon I found that certain types of porn's weren't really turning me on anymore, where as others that I had masturbated to now flipped my switch instantly. I loved anal sex and just even thinking of the word anal would get me wet sometimes during class. I would have to run back to my room and relieve this built of pressure, it's like I couldn't go on until I had stuffed my ass again. It always felt great and gave me a rush like nothing else when that dildo would slide deep into my ass.

It was around this time that I had started realizing something else though that should have been apparent earlier on. It was the fact that all this masturbation and porn watching had all been to girls. I think it was around this time that I realized I was actually a lesbian. I mean my favorite thing to watch was girls licking each others butts or butt fucking themselves silly with whatever they could find. I just find the thought of big hairy sweaty men disgusting. The silky smooth skin of a woman with the figure of a goddess is what gets me wet.

I even found myself fantasizing about my room mate using my dildo on me. This turned me on faster than anything else did and it also started a new habit. I couldn't help myself from digging through her panties while she was gone, I just couldn't get enough of it. I would end up masturbating while smothering my face into her usually dirty panties, I just loved it. That was until she caught me however with a dildo in my butt and her panties in my mouth. It was a few days before thanksgiving and she had left to go home for the week, at least I thought. It turned out she was leaving the next day and I had now found myself stunned and frozen completely nude on her bed doing such an act.

To my surprise she wasn't mad, instead she just grinned and locked the door behind her before taking slow steps towards me. I was so afraid and embarrassed that I didn't even really realize at the time what was going on. I couldn't tell if she was going to hurt me or what would happen, I just couldn't think at this time.

I remember well what happened next though. . .

"I knew you were an anal loving whore. . . You think you have been keeping it a secret but I know that you have stuck that thing deep into your ass while I was sleeping. After all it's hard to sleep when my anal loving room mate is moaning from having her ass full. . . You know there are plenty of guys that would love to help you fill your ass. Or is it possible that you don't want a guy in your ass? Yes, in fact now that I think about it you always fuck this dildo like those sluts you watch on the computer, hard and in the ass."

I was too stunned to even say anything, she had known all of my secrets, down to the fact that I even got off from watching other women shove things in their asses. She had figured me out well and told me that if I didn't want anyone to know about my secret that I would have to do something for her. This something turned into sticking my tongue as far up her butt hole as I could, it was my first time with another girl. Just the sight of her beautiful asshole made me tremble, I couldn't help but finger my own ass while licking hers.

From there on I served as her stress reliever, which I think she thought I hated at first. Little did she know at the time that all I could think about was the next time I would be able to tongue fuck her butt again. I loved everything about doing this to her and it only made my sexual cravings worse. Soon I found myself uncaring if she was in the room, I would have that dildo in my butt almost constantly when we were alone. She even took control of it now and again which had me moaning like crazy.

This went on for most of the year, me being a personal servant to my room mates butt hole. I barley ever touched her pussy, though one time she did have me lick it clean after she masturbated. I didn't mind though because after that she demanded I lick her ass again. I did happily, but all that would come to an end as the year came to a close and we got ready to graduate.

At least that is what I thought at the time, but now I find myself tongue deep in another girls ass and a butt plug in my own. It was a daily routine that could occur up to five times a day depending on the other girls.

I wasn't the only one in this house nude and living about like a slave to sex. No there were eleven other women excluding Kristie. All of them had similar stories to mine, but none of them were as into anal as I was. Some enjoyed eating pussy, some enjoyed fisting, and two of them enjoyed water sports. Those two seemed to take a liking to me, because if I was willing to tongue fuck their butt holes than surely I wouldn't mind being pissed on. I mean it makes sense, I guess. . . Either way I got used to this and eventually I found enjoyment from this. I was just a bitch in heat that loved to get pissed on by the other girls. It was a very big turn on when I started thinking of it that way.

How I got to that point though was actually through my room mate I was talking about. Towards the end of the year she had asked me if I wanted to lick her one last time before getting ready for our exams which would take most of our time. Of course, I didn't even hesitate and within the next five minutes I was yet again feeling her tight asshole wrap around the tip of my tongue. It probably looked like I was french kissing her butt hole honestly. 

Regardless it was the best licking I've ever given her and as a reward for doing so well she gave me something to think about. Then again she knew I was enjoying it at this point and probably would have told me regardless. . . Anyways, she told me that she knew a woman, mid twenties, blonde, slim waist, perfect tits, and an ass to die for. To say the least I was intrigued so I decided to listen. She told me that this woman might be interested in someone like me. I was told that this woman had payed attention to me for quite some time now.

Of course, I was just thinking a girlfriend finally! Little did I know that this girl knew what an anal loving slut I was. I wouldn't find out about that until I met her in person over at her place. It was about thirty minutes from my campus and I was surprised when I saw the house. It was a pretty modern looking home with two floors, but what surprised me was that this beautiful girl owned it. I decided not to ask how for now and instead just enjoyed getting to know her. She expressed that she was a lesbian also and that she had indeed contacted my room mate to meet me.

I was already hooked after the first day and I didn't even realize it. This meeting had really been an interview of sorts, she had never planned on dating me. Instead she was getting to know me to see if I was a good fit to live with her. I went back to my campus and when I got their I told my room mate all about her, I was as happy as could be. Especially the next day when I woke up to a text message from her asking if I was busy the following Tuesday.

I knew I had really important exams coming up, but one day wouldn't hurt anything, so I replied with a simple, "no." The next few days flew by as I anxiously anticipated my date with Kristie. Even then I still found time to lick my room mates ass. It was exactly cheating because I wasn't really in a relationship with Kristie and I didn't want my secret getting out.

Anyways when Tuesday hit I met her at her house like promised and we went out for our first date. We went out to dinner and a movie. When they were done though we still wanted to be together so we decided to go back to her place and have a drink or two. . . This is how girls pass the test. We sit on her couch thinking we have just possibly scored a wonderful girlfriend only to be put to sleep for an hour or so. Just enough time to wake up in the basement completely naked surrounded by other naked women and her, who is always still fully clothed.

I remember looking around the room and trying to move which was impossible as my hands and legs had been tied together. To say I was scared was the least of it, but Kristie assured me that everything would be alright. . . What did she say again. . .

"Shh, shh, everything is fine, we aren't going to hurt you. . . In fact we are going to do quite the opposite. You see I have been talking with your room mate quite a bit, I did have my eyes on you. Just look at this video of you licking her ass in your dorm room. Never even thought the web cam could be running. . . Don't worry though this video is in only my possession. Think of it as a way for your room mate to repay me."

"The reason I have brought you here is because I think you will be a good fit. You see I find girls who can't function right in modern society because they are sluts and give them a home. And you my dear are a very rare find. A lesbian who is really an anal loving whore. . . Now that being said I don't keep girls here as slaves, it's quite the opposite. All these girls want to be here because they can be what they truly are here without consequences. . . I am extending you the same offer that these girls have had, so take a good look around. All these girls want nothing more than to fuck your ass and let you eat theirs. . . So the decision is yours, do you want to walk away from this all and carry on with your boring life that quite honestly doesn't suite you. . . Or do you want to be who you really are...an anal loving lesbian whore. The decision is yours."

I think that is what she told me before cutting the ropes around my feet and wrists. I remember looking towards the door and looking back at all those girls bent over and ready for me. I wasn't sure what to do, this whole situation was just so weird.

"Even if you choose to stay for now you can always leave later, but trust me when I say I have the money and videos to ruin your life if you expose us. Our family here doesn't want to be exposed, these girls live here free of charge and are given regular meals. Think of this more like a shelter for lesbian sluts."


I could leave whenever I wanted? I remember that playing over and over in my head as I looked around the room seeing all those exposed and horny assholes. I knew from the moment I stopped walking towards the door that I wasn't going anywhere, I had what I truly wanted most in this room and before I knew it I was taking slow steps back towards the girls. Right when I got into the middle of the room Kristie spoke again.

"That's right, this is what you want, all these girls butts smothering your face. . . There is a few rules though for a slut like you. The first which goes for all girls here is that you hand over all of your clothing. It will be embarrassing at first but soon being the whore that you are you will find pleasure in it. I will keep your clothes locked up in my room until you decide you want to leave. Second, you will have to wear this at all times. There a bunch of different ones, but I warn you that most of them have been used."

I remember looking over to what Kristie was holding, it was a butt plug and just thinking of wearing it all times made me a little hot.

"So what do you say? Will you join our family for now and see if you fit in with the rest of your kind or will you leave now never to return?"

I blinked a few times as I looked back towards the door before turning back to the girls, it was at this point that I realized my hands had moved on their own. I was taking off my own clothes one piece at a time until I was completely nude and handing my clothes to Kristie. Once she had all my clothes she told me to bend over and I did nervously. It was only then that I had for the first time had my own asshole licked even though it was just once.

She made me spread my butt cheeks to gain better access to my slutty asshole so she could shove this rather large butt plug into me. My whole body quivered as it slowly entered it's new home and once it was in I was instructed to stand. It felt weird moving with this thing in me, but it was kind of satisfying at the same time.

"There that is a perfect fit! Now I'm going to take your clothes and put them in my room, if you want to leave ever just tell me. We will talk about when you can leave to visit your family, we wouldn't want anyone to think you've gone missing. . . For now though, just enjoy what you really want. . . Girls, make sure our new slut gets what she wants. Cover her face with your asses, I will be back in a few hours."

When Kristie was gone I remember becoming very nervous as all the girls stood and started coming closer to me. I was a little scared but more excited than anything especially when they started playing with my nipples and feeling the rest of my body. One of them knew what I wanted though and started moving the butt plug around causing me to bite my bottom lip. I didn't want to moan in front of the rest of these girls.

I must have been pretty obvious with my struggle to hold back though because some of the girls giggled a little. They were reassuring though that everything would be fine. It was here that I had my first kiss with another woman, I felt her tongue swirl around mine as we exchanged spit. I loved this taste and feeling and soon found myself giving into this kiss. When she finally pulled away I opened my eyes and was pushed down onto my knees before her. I had a shaved pussy inches from my face, I could feel the heat from it and looked up nervously.

She laughed and said "you don't really want that do you?" I glanced back down to her pussy for a second before watching her turn around and bend over. She asked if this was what I wanted and I just simply nodded as she spread her butt cheeks exposing her tight little butt hole. "Well what are you waiting for?" That is what she asked me after a moment of remaining still.

Those words flipped my switch and without hesitation I licked from the bottom of her pussy to the top of her ass crack taking all of her flavor. It was delicious and before I knew it I was teasing the entrance to her ass hole with my tongue. I was lost as I licked back and forth, her asshole was amazing, I could lick it everyday if given the chance. When I finally pushed my tongue into her butt hole she let out a moan and started saying things to me.

She called me a dirty ass licking bitch and told me that I was only good for cleaning other women's assholes. She said I was the only bitch in the world who could so easily eat another woman's asshole. It didn't stop their either because the more and more I got lost in her butt, the more and more everyone spoke to me.

They instructed me to finger my pussy while I eat out her butt because that was what ass loving sluts like me did. I swear I came faster than I ever had through all of this. It was such a turn on to be treated like this, an ass loving whore who gets off from licking girls butts.

This went on until the girl I was eating was satisfied and turned around to have a taste of her ass on my tongue. It was the first time a girl has sucked on my tongue, especially after being in her ass for so long. Once she was done though I didn't even get time to think before my head was pulled into another girls ass crack.

The smell was different and the taste was strong, but either way I did what I loved to do. I licked her ass crack clean with my tongue before diving tongue first into her butt hole. I was truly a bitch in heat at this point. The only thing I cared about was having my face smothered with these women's assholes and that was all they wanted me to do.

This went on for hours being called an anal slut or a butt licking whore along with various other things. I didn't care though, they could call me whatever they wanted because it was true. At this time I only cared about having my tongue buried in their asses.

By the time Kristie had gotten back I was still busy making out with another girls butt hole. I don't even know how many times I had licked this one in particular, but I didn't care it tasted great.

When Kristie instructed the girls to leave I was left on the floor breathing heavy and swaying back and forth slightly. I was fueled by pure ecstasy at this point and wanted more, the only thing I wanted right now was to dig into Kristie's asshole. She was so beautiful and her ass was perfect, I couldn't even imagine what it tasted like. She must have known this though because she could only giggle and ask if I wanted a taste.

Without even a hint of hesitation I nodded and crawled on all fours towards her. She smiled and unbuttoned her jeans before bending over and pulling them down just enough to expose her asshole. It was tight, clean, and perfect. I just wanted to have it, I needed it.

"Look at you, you're such a horny slut right now you're practically shaking. . . Do you really want to eat my butt hole that bad?"

I could only nod before she went down onto her knees and spread her own butt cheeks. My eyes focused only on the one thing I wanted and when she gave me the go ahead, I dug in. I must have licked her ass crack maybe four or five times slowly before getting to her butt hole. Everything tasted so good, I just couldn't even imagine living without this. When I stuck my tongue inside of her finally I almost came. I had to have been eating the best asshole on the face of the earth.




Kristie's House



It was short lived though as she pulled away and pulled her pants up before turning around to look at me.

"I want you to savor that flavor in your mouth. . . You will get more if you be a good girl and play nice with the others."

I just blinked a few times and nodded, a flavor like hers I wouldn't forget.

"Good, now let me show you to you're new room. Until you decide that this is your home you will be sleeping with the other new girls. . . Like you they are all sluts in their own ways and if you want to have your tongue buried deep inside my butt again you will have to play nice with them. Don't be afraid to join in on the fun that the other girls have. You will have more twitching horny assholes in your face than you can handle. Each an every girl here will be thrilled to know they can have their butts cleaned whenever they want."

I think that is what she told me, but that was all back then, it's been two years now since that day and I've more so completely forgotten about my degree and dropped out. I am still living at Kristie's but now as a regular member of this house. I have my own room now and am visited frequently throughout the night to have girls masturbate while I eat their butt holes. I am still the only girl here who likes to do this and no body outside this house knows except my old room mate who eventually joined after getting her degree.

When holidays come around I visit my family clothed like a normal person would and they think I have a good job with my new girlfriend, Kristie. That's right, Kristie doesn't just make sure we have a place to live, food to eat, and a place to be who we truly are. She posses as our wives, girlfriend's, friends or whatever need be to ensure that our families don't catch on. To make sure that no one catches on to what we really are. Even then I still wear my butt plug out in public when I am clothed, even to my families house. I get rewarded with Kristie's butt hole if I do this and honestly that is all that matters to me, getting to taste her delicious butt hole.

At this house, we are not slaves, no not in the slightest sense. We are all lesbian bitches in heat who would rather live in a house nude than be a part of society. I am a perfect example of this. . . I have never been happier in my life, here at Kristie's house, eating any girls ass I can get my tongue into. That means that I belong here though, after all I have finally accepted that I am just a butt licking lesbian whore, and I couldn't be happier.



Kristin



My name is Christy and I'm 19 years old. My aunt Helena passed away at the age of 67, a year ago, and as a result of her endless love, I inherited all her possessions. Imagine my surprise when the lawyer informed me that besides a large amount of money kept in several bank accounts, painting and other art collections, I had come by a "red light house".

My mouth opened and my jaw dropped to the floor when I heard it because I always considered my aunt to be a prototype of an old fashioned and conservative person; although a very caring and sweet one. What was more? That "red light house" was only for girls and was served by girls only!

I must confess that there was a condition in her will which stated that in order to fully inherit her fortune I should run the bordello for a year. If I failed doing so, I would be deprived of any rights on her will.

Well, every young girl like me has to earn a living. After all it was just a job, though not an ordinary one, but who cares? I didn't have anything to do at that time and let me tell you this. Why shouldn't I go for the big money? Thanks God I'm not that stupid!

I went there the following day. I met and informed all the girls that from now on I would be the new boss. I told them that I wouldn't change anything and in fact I would give them a raise as long as they remained obedient and loyal to me. I had some minor problems with the older girls but when I ripped some hair of their leader's head they stepped back and returned to their duties. Soon they found out that I was not a person to be taken lightly.

One day after entering my bordello I heard commotion coming out from the living room. There was too much noise and I heard one of my girls, Kim, shouting out that she had been robbed or something like that. Full of curiosity and anxiety I walked over there and I saw all my girls staring at someone who stood in the middle. I pushed away some of them who obstructed my view and I came face to face with our unexpected guest.

A rather 18-19 years old naked girl with curly black hair going down to her waist , raised her blue eyes and looked at me. Her face was so red that for a moment I thought she would explode right in front of our eyes. She had positioned her arms in a "V" shape in order to cover her tiny breasts and she had her palms joined over her shaved mound.

She was almost 5 feet and her figure was slim but curvy. Judging from her outlook I would say that her origin was Irish.

"What's all the fuss about?" I asked.

"Miss Christy this little slut hasn't got enough money to pay for my services" Kim shouted.

"Calm down Kim. I can't see where the problem is. If she can't afford it then don't serve her. Hmmm... Don't tell me that you served her first and asked for her money later, for if you did you'll have to deal with me!"

Kim lowered her eyes and nodded weakly without saying a word.

"Tell me what happened" I demanded angrily.

"She came in, half an hour ago, and asked for my services. We got into my room and I asked her what she would like. She told me that she would like to have her pussy licked and asked the price. I informed her that she would have to pay a 100$ bill and she agreed. She stripped off her clothes faster than a blink of an eye and she ordered me to get on my knees and lick her. I got on my knees and I sucked her pussy. She must have been very horny because after a few laps on her labia she climaxed into my mouth. I licked her clean and then I asked for my money. She gave me 17$ and some changes and she said that was all her money. I searched her pockets and found nothing else. Then I started to yell at her and you know the rest."

"How many times have I told you to get the money first and do the rest afterwards? You have been doing this job for so long and you haven't learnt a thing. I believe you was very horny too and you couldn't wait to taste her pussy. Go now and change your outfit. Get naked, put your dog collar around your neck and leather straps around your breasts, waist and thighs. You will be standing near the garderobe and every time a customer arrives you will be sucking her pussy to the point of no return. And one more thing. You won't get paid today. You are going to work for free for the rest of the day. Understood?"

"Yes Miss Christy. I'm very sorry" Kim replied.

"Go now."

"Now it's your turn girl. Tell me your name and age."

"My name is Kristin and I'm 18 years old."

"You owe me money Miss Kristin. How are you going to pay me? Should I contact your father and ask him to pay me?"

"Oh please Miss Christy don't do it. My father will kill me. He owns a strip club and he is very cruel. He forces me to work there as a waitress because he says I'm old enough to make money and pay my school and bills. You just don't know how it feels like having 40 years old men trying to grab your ass and tits all the time. I hate my father and all men Miss Christy. Please Miss Christy I'll do anything to pay my debt but don't tell my father. I beg of you!" Kristin said with tears in her eyes.

Oh my God. What kind of parents would force her daughter to work as a waitress in a strip club? If it were on my hands I would wipe out these abominations from the face of the earth in no time. Poor Kristin...So innocent and tender... Even God himself would kneel before your unsurpassed beauty and grace. You should have never come on this earth, blue-eyed angel.

"Put on a robe Kristin and sit on the sofa. I'll decide later what I'm going to do with you" I said in a soothing voice.

She sat on the sofa and all of sudden my best customers, Kathy and Jennifer, came in.

"Miss Christy! You always find new ways to please and surprise us!" both exclaimed.

"Kim sucked our pussies while we were waiting at the garderobe without being asked to do so! It was so unexpected and sensual that we remained speechless for some time" Kathy said.

"I screamed only when I climaxed" Jennifer added happily.

"I'm glad that Kim performed her duties as she was ordered. My dear ladies our services are always of top-class quality. Any complaints regarding our services and girls should be addressed to me immediately."

'That's why she is charging us a fortune" Jennifer whispered to Kathy's ear.

"If you don't like what you are getting here Jennifer you can always go somewhere else. Let me disillusion you for a moment. I don't need your money and I don't give a penny whether you are here or not. Do you want me to ban your entrance in here for ever?" I grunted.

"Oh, NOOO, Miss Christy. Please, I was just joking" Jennifer replied in a trembling voice.

"You'd better be" I grinned broadly.

"By the way who's that girl there on the sofa?" Kathy asked me.

"None of your business Kathy" I replied.

"Is she one of your girls? I haven't seen her before, even though I'm visiting your place almost every day" Jennifer added.

They were looking at the young girl like two rabid foxes ready to tear apart and devour a spring chicken. Their lewd glances and heavy breaths were filling the room, raising the tension, rendering it almost unbearable. I could see them drooling like two year old babies. They would sell their souls to Satan without second thought, just for having a two minute-session with Kristin. If I allowed them to do anything they wanted I'm sure they would feast upon Kristen's tender flesh for hours, if not for days. 

By that time, the living room had been filled with our regular customers. I gave orders to my girls to bring more chairs and position them in a circle. 

"My dear customers please, be seated. May I have your attention for a minute? I have to make an announcement. By now, I'm sure that you all have noticed the presence of that girl. Due to an unfortunate incident this girl is indebted to me. I own her for the rest of the day and I have just found the right solution for taking my money back. I'm going to sell her to the highest bidder for a certain amount of time, which I shall decide later."

Applauses and cheers interrupted the flow of my speech.

"Please ladies calm down. Let me finish. You haven't heard my conditions yet. The lady who wins the auction will have to do Kristin here in the middle of the room. She is allowed to use only her mouth and fingers and nothing else. Toys and other accessories aren't allowed. If she inflicts pain upon her, by any means, I swear God I shall engrave my full name on her tits with candescent iron. If I see a bite or even a hickey upon her baby skin I shall strangle her to death with my bare hands. Now you may get rid of your clothes and ask for our girls' services. Pink French champagne is being served now and the starting bid is 1000$."

The ladies started to strip off their clothes when I turned back and looked at Kathy and Jennifer. They were both naked and they were grinning like a couple of fat Cheshire cats in front of a bowl, full of milk. 

Both knew that no one could compete with them because they had been born with a silver spoon in their mouths! I could hear voices coming from every direction offering 1100$, 1400$, 1500$ and so forth. Kathy raised her hand and offered 3000$.Dead Silence fell in the room.

"I raise to 4.000$" Jennifer said without moving, seemingly, a single muscle of her face.

"4.600$ is the proper price for me" Kathy returned with vengeance.

"5,000$ is as far as I can go" Jennifer added with a sigh.

"This is exactly the cap of my offer" said Kathy.

Both fixed their gaze at me and waited for my decision. I had to give a fair solution as soon as possible, as I didn't want to see my event ending in a fiasco.

"Given the fact that you have been knowing each other for more than 30 years and because I want to be fair to both of you, I pronounce you winners of the auction. Take your places in the middle of the room."

"This...This is... OUTRAGEOUS!!!" Jennifer shouted.

"Take it or leave it, Jennifer. If you withdraw your offer, Kathy will be the only winner and she will be given extra time as well. This is the second time that you are questioning my acts, Jennifer. Do NOT test my patience. Last warning!" I replied angrily.

"I'm sorry...I'm in Miss Christy. You know me very well. I would never let Kathy to have all the fun" Jennifer murmured as she took her place in the middle of the room.

Kristen came close to me, grabbed my hand and looked straight into my eyes with those big puppy eyes full of tears.

"Oh Miss Christy...Please don't let them do anything to me...I'm so afraid...I have never been with older women before...They must be over 40 years old...Please...Don't let them hurt me...I could work as a waitress...and..." Kristin pleaded.

"You are a silly girl, do you know this?" I smiled and I sealed her lips with my finger.

"Kathy and Jennifer are adepts at everything you can think of; regarding sex of course. They are going to give you the most memorable experience of your life. Trust me. Kim is a professional but compared with them she is nothing more than an amateur schoolgirl. Have you ever seen how cats bath their babies using their tongues? You are going to have the same treatment but in a far superior degree. Consider this also. You came here in order to have oral sex and you was obliged to pay for it, right? Now you are going to have the most experienced and versatile tongues on earth at your disposal and what is more? It's FREE! 

Many ladies and girls, if not all the female population of earth, would kill for being in your position tonight. The question is that I have never seen them so horny before and I'm not sure if they can control their lust and passion satisfactory. In case you find yourself in a difficult situation raise your hand and I shall intervene immediately. I'll give you 5% of their money plus free entrance and services for three months in my bordello. If you still don't want to do this, tell me and I'll cancel it." 

She smiled at me and she said "Ummm...I don't know...Well...Okay let's try it. I trust you so much Miss Christy. I feel safer now."

"Who knows? You might like it at the end. Go there and take your position between the two women... That's my girl."

Kathy was standing in front of Kristin with her hands on her waist. She was 52 years old, 5'7" tall with short-cut black hair and gray-blue eyes. Her tits were of 34A size and a bit shaggy. She had brown aureoles, the size of a silver dollar, and her nipples were sticking out like nails. Her body was slim and athletic with nicely carved abs and firm thighs. She had trimmed her gray fur on her mound in a lovely "V" shape and her slit was glistening in anticipation.

Jennifer on the other hand, had positioned herself behind Kristin. She was 5 inches shorter than Kathy and 4 years younger. She had magnificent auburn hair, deep-blue eyes and her complexion was full of freckles. Her full 38D breasts were awesome with pale-pink aureoles and fat nipples. She was 20 pounds heavier than Kathy but she wasn't looking fat. With full hips, firm tummy and strong legs she would have been the ideal model for any painter of the renaissance era. Her succulent pussylips were covered by a thick red tuft of silky hair which was looking soaking wet.

Kathy got closer and fondled Kristin's left cheek with the back of her hand. She then traced her lips with the tip of her finger and proceeded down to her chin. Her finger followed the curves of her neck and then continued its road right between Kristi's budding breasts.

Jennifer was kissing Kristi's hair very gently while her hands were rubbing her tender shoulders. Her nose was dipped in the ocean of Kristi's cascading hair, taking deep breaths of their fragrance.

Kathy's finger outlined Kristi's left breast and her fingernail scratched gently its way around her pink aureole. She had mastered that ancient Korean technique during the time she spent in an old Chinese whore house in Hong Kong, while Jennifer was kissing and licking Kristi's side-neck.

I saw Kim on her knees licking the aged pussy of a 60 years old granny while Debbie was being fed the huge nipples, one after another, of a 45 years old black lady. My beloved Emma stripped off her bra and started to sway her magnificent ass in front of a bunch of sex starved middle-aged housewives. Jane's bubble buttocks were being spanked relentlessly by a horny ex-female teacher and Steph with her hands tied behind her back was licking and sucking the toes of a young aristocratic lady.

Kristin was shivering like a leaf in the wind and panting like a hound dog as she had her breasts eaten out by those horny dykes. Kathy and Jennifer were teasing Kristi's nipples with their tongues by moving them left and right in amazing speed while their hands were kneading the soft flesh of her tits.

Kathy went behind Kristin's back and she put the tip of her tongue right on the crack of her tiny asshole. She started teasing Kristin's virgin rim hole with her tongue while her hands were caressing her shapely calves. Jennifer was too busy licking Kristin's sensitive navel and she didn't notice that her inner thighs were creamy from her juices.

Kim being on the floor upside-down with most of her body on the air and her legs spread wide open was being fucked violently in the ass by a monstrous black dildo strapped on a 6 feet tall breastless butch red-hair and she was screaming like a pig in a slaughterhouse. Emma was on her knees and she was fisting two hungry, seemingly bottomless, cunts at the same time while the 60 years old granny was licking her anal opening. Debbie had put three fingers inside her pussy while she was licking the huge butt of the black lady. Jane bent over and grabbed her ankles with both hands as she was ordered because the ex-teacher was ready to use the "cat with nine tails" whip on her red buttocks. Steph was sucking and nibbling the pussy of the young aristocratic lady with religious devotion with her hands still tied behind her back.

Kristin was moaning like an aroused kitten as she had two angry tongues exploring her moisty openings. One being inside her love canal, drilling and hammering her pink folds to no end and the other crawling and rubbing itself along her back door. Those tongues wouldn't get satisfied with nothing less than a huge overwhelming tidal wave of her honey fluids. They would meet each other under Kristin's crotch, exchanging informations, smells, experiences, liquids and then they would get back to their business.

The feeling of having a constant flow of signals coming from so many stimulated sex centers simultaneously, was too much for Kristin. She yelped the name of her mother, she bucked her loins and she came. She came hard and she emptied, literally, all her body fluids on Kathy's and Jennifer's unsatisfied tongues. Kathy and Jennifer were drinking and swallowing Kristin's nectar like two half-dead of thirst travelers would do if they found an oasis in the middle of a desert.

After sucking dry Kristin's pussy Kathy and Jennifer got involved in a frenzy 69 pussy-licking feast and Kristin came to me.

"Miss Christy I feel so worn-out. I'm spent. May I sit on the couch next to you for a moment?"

"Please do," I said.

She fell asleep into my arms...

END.

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Written by Christy Mars Copyright © 2006

Especially modified for Literotica. 



kristin



...kristin kneels just at Master Tal's side, facing Him, resting her cheek against His thigh. He gently strokes her curly, auburn hair as He sips on His bourbon. He turns His head towards her and lifts her chin with His finger, telling her, "Go dress for Me." 

she smiles and quickly walks to the bedroom. she considers for a moment what He might like to see her in tonight, then quickly dresses, mists herself lightly with His favorite scent, and hurries to present herself to Him. She stands in front of Him, eyes lowered, hands clasped behind her back, back arched, and breasts thrust forward, wearing a long black lace nightie with matching panties and nothing more. Her heart races. She hopes she has pleased Him, but He says nothing, just watches her.

When He has finished His bourbon, He walks towards her (not wanting to disturb her lovely stance). As He circles around her His fingertips brush the hair from her face, trace down her neck and shoulder, and pushes away the strap of her gown. As He walks behind her, He sees what she has been grasping in her hands. Tal grasps her hair at the nape and pulls her head back sharply. 

she gasps, surprised by His suddenness. "What is this, My pet?" He whispers. 

Quietly, she responds, "I thought it might please You, Sir." 

He takes the first of the three items from her hands, a locking leather collar, and locks it around her neck. He then takes the second item, a black satin blindfold, and ties it over her closed eyes. she asks shyly, "Please Sir, tighter?" 

He obliges her request and pulls the knot tighter. She could not open her eyes now if she tried, but He knows this is how she likes it. He takes the final item from her hands, her wrist ties. She holds her arms out to Him, wrist over wrist, and He binds them tightly. Her heart is pounding, and she is excited at the thought that she might have pleased Him.

He then reaches under her gown, running His hands up her calves and thighs, across her ass until He reaches her waist. He removes her black satin panties, allowing them to fall to the floor around her feet, and reminds her, with a gentle tug of her hair, that her ass should always be bare to Him. He leads her by her bound wrists to the bed, lies her on her belly, and secures her wrists to the headboard, arms stretched out up above her. She pulls her knees underneath herself and spreads them wide. He pushes her gown up and she wriggles her ass slightly, as if presenting it to Him. 

He takes the riding crop in hand and smacks her ass sharply, and repeatedly, until both cheeks are swollen and deliciously red. Her flesh is on fire, both in response to His attentions and in anticipation of Him. He penetrates her already dripping pussy with two fingers, then offers them to her. She licks and sucks His fingers greedily, then thanks Him.

He releases her bound wrists from the headboard and directs her to crawl to the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. She can feel His hard cock through His jeans pressing against the side of her face, and moves to unfasten His pants with only her mouth. He lowers them out of her way, and she immediately begins kissing and licking the head and shaft of His rock hard tool. He pulls her gown up again to expose her cherry red ass, stroking it gently, reigniting the sensation of the spanking she had received. With increasing eagerness, her tongue probes further downward, licking and rolling her tongue over his balls, taking first one, then both into her greedy mouth.

As He moans, she releases them and returns her attentions to His throbbing cock. She sucks, at first, just the head, running her tongue around its ridge as her lips wrap tightly around it. Then gradually she takes Him in, deeper, taking in as much of His massive cock as she can, stroking and caressing Him with her lips, tongue, and mouth. she feels Him coming closer and tightens her grip on His cock, concentrating on its swollen head, pressing her tongue against the tiny slit at the tip. His hips sway to meet each stroke. He fucks her hungry mouth faster, deeper, until He explodes and floods her throat with His wonderfully hot delicious cum. 

She draws every drop from Him until He is completely spent, them places a soft kiss just on its head and thanks Him. "Thank You, Master." 



Kristin & Paul



I am still very new to writing erotica. I appreciate feedback very much, positive or otherwise. Public comments or private ones sent to my email are both fine. Hope you like it!



Paul had been spending more time with Kristin for the last few weeks. They were both now in their mid-20s, and had dated for a two year period during their college years (separate schools). Their split had been pretty much as amicable as it can be for two twenty year olds. After about a six month period of no communication, they slowly became a part of each other's lives again. Calling, texting, emailing a couple times a week, never delving into the past or awkwardly inquiring about the other's current love life. Now that they were working within 10 miles of each other, texting had transformed into lunches and going out to bars with groups of mutual friends. 

Paul wasn't sure exactly what he wanted out of this: just a one-time hookup, something casual, or even a serious relationship. All he knew was that enjoyed spending time with her, and she still looked great. He sensed that there was still an attraction on her part as well, but it was always difficult to read Kristin. She could be easy going, but was always immensely career driven. She was flirty at times, but far too proper to ever make the first move. Expressing herself was also most definitely not a strong suit. 

On a Wednesday afternoon, Kristin texted Paul to see if he had any plans. Paul responded that he had was going to the gym around 7 o clock, but it was only around 5 now, so come by here for a little if you want. Paul lived with his younger brother Myles, who was a good kid, but unfortunately had a girlfriend that Paul could not bear. Her name was Kelly. She was actually very beautiful, around 5'4'' petite but still with curves; light brown hair, and she was no stranger to the tanning salon. She just carried herself so poorly. Stoned throughout the day, Kelly seemed to sleep through all daylight hours, and had as bad a mouth as any construction worker. The sight of her zonked out on the couch when he returned from work sent waves of anger through Paul every day. Kelly and Myles had actually been together since they were 16, so Kristin and Kelly had met each other a few times when she was dating Paul. 

If Paul couldn't stand Kelly, Kristin absolutely loathed her. They seemed to be polar opposites. Physically, Kristin was a 5'8'' blonde who worked out religiously to keep her shape. She was lean, but had ample breasts for sure. Personality wise they were much different also: Kristin didn't smoke, and had only one drink every time she went out. The resentment was mutual. Kristin thought Kelly was "trash", Kelly thought Kristin was stuck up. 

So, one of the first things Kristin asked Paul was whether or not Kelly was there. He said she was, but who cares, they were only going to be there for a little while before they left for the gym anyway. Kristin relented, and said she would be there in 15 minutes. 

Paul was in the kitchen when he heard the bell. He walked to the hallway, buzzed her up, and opened the apartment's front door. He then went into the living room, turned on Sports Center and waited for her to come up. Kristin ascended the stairs, entered the apartment, and gave Paul a warm hello. There was a love seat next to the couch; Kristin threw her gym bag on it. 

"Move over", she playfully demanded. With a mock roll of the eyes, Paul obliged, and Kristin sat down right next to him. 

Paul did not consider himself the shrewdest observer of female behavior, but he believed this to be a good sign. Then again, she could just be comfortable with him, but no longer attracted. 

They talked for a few minutes about trivial things: who the Red Sox were playing, how the weather was, etc. 

"Where's trash-mo?" Kristin inquired, referring to Kelly. 

"Who knows? Probably asleep in her bedroom" Paul responded, motioning towards the other end of the apartment.

Their conversation turned to what kind of workout they were going to do, and Kristin playfully grabbed Paul's biceps. 

"Unflex it", she asked him. 

"That is unflexed", Paul said with a dry tone, even though it was obvious he was trying to make his arm as big as possible.

Kristin laughed "Yeah righttt" Her voice was high pitched, and she was being very goofy. Paul recognized the tone... this was pillow talk! 

He then looked down and realized her leg was rubbing against his. This might be on after all, he thought to himself. 

She gave him a little smile, and asked "So, what are we going to do, hmm?"

Instinctively, Paul grabbed Kristin's face with both hands and kissed her. To his delight, she immediately, and forcefully, returned the kiss. The kiss instantly became a make out, and one of an intense nature. Paul reached both hands down to Kristin's ass to try to flip her over, but as he was doing so, noticed her legs part. "Fuck it", he thought, and threw his left hand between her thighs, and started violently rubbing her clit through her shorts. A moan escaped Kristin's mouth, and her right hand went instantly to Paul's already rock hard cock. As he continued furiously rubbing her clit, she expertly removed his cock from his jean shorts. Paul lifted his ass off the couch a little, and his shorts and underwear slid to the floor. Kristin stood up, and began removing her tank top. 

"You want to go to my..." Paul started, but was cut off. 

"No, no. Just fuck me, babe", Kelly said. 

Paul did not need a second offer. He leaned forward, ripped her shorts and panties to the floor, and shoved to fingers up Kelly's soaking pussy, flicking them back and forth inside her. Kristin was immobilized for a second, and already on the verge of cumming. The sight of Paul's dick made her remove his fingers, though. She always had fond sexual memories with Paul. His body wasn't exceptional, but he did have great biceps, which were her favorite male body part, anyway. His dick was about 7" and a little above average in thickness, not a "monster". But he had great stamina, and was very selfless in bed; he always wanted to get her off first. 

Kristin stepped forward, pushed Paul back against the couch, and straddled him. She then slowly lowered herself onto the head of his dick. Paul could not believe how good she looked. Kristin really was in phenomenal shape, had a great tan, and was the fact that only piece of clothing she had on was a snow white bra definitely helped. On top of this, she was dripping wet, and saying how much she wanted him. 

After easing in the first couple inches, Kristin dropped her body down, and took most of Paul's cock into her pussy. They both moaned. 

"Paul, you don't know how bad I've wanted this" she breathed as she began to ride him up and down at an increased pace"

Paul laughed a little. "Well, you got it for as long as you want it now". 

Kristin stopped going up and down on his dick, but instead stayed at the bottom, with his cock fully immersed in her. She then started rocking her hips back and forth; slowly at first, but with ever increasing urgency. Paul knew she did this when she was about to cum. 

"That's it baby, keep going until you cum all over my dick", he whispered to her as he slapped both hands on her ass, and helped her rock body. Kristin's moans were growing louder and louder... The thought of telling her to keep it down entered his mind for about 2 seconds; then he decided this pussy was too good, and to just do with it. 

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Kristin was screaming in pleasure now, and with one big scream squirted a large amount of fluid. Her body had been leaned to the back, so the direction of the spray was pointed towards Paul. A little got on his face, but his chest and abs were soaked. 

Kristin lifted her body off Paul's cock. Paul sat back in delight as he watched her tall, lean frame extend until she was standing fully upright, both feet on the couch. Her legs were trembling; her things glistening with juices. 

"Ha, just give me a sec, babe that was intense", Kristin said. 

"Take your time, K", Paul answered with a wide grin. 

Paul then leaned forward, wrapped both hands around Kristin's waist, and pulled her body close to him. With the way she was positioned, her midsection was just about even with Paul's head. He then slowly and very softly began kissing her belly. Kristin let out a shriek of a laugh. 

"That tickles, babe!"

The pair was absolutely lost in their fooling around, completely unaware of the commotion they were causing. 

Paul's kisses began creeping toward Kristin's pubic line; he put two fingers into her drenched pussy, and began slowly but forcefully fingering her. Kristin's head arched back, and she let out a loud moan. 

"Just relax, beautiful, I'm gonna make you cum again, ok?"

"Hmm, okayyy", Kristin purred in her girliest voice. 

Paul smiled, and began massaging her insides with his fingers, and was about to start licking her clit, when he sensed a figure to his left. 

Standing about 10 feet from the couch, with her mouth agape, was Kelly! Paul was frozen, all types of emotions running through him. He looked up to K, who had a devilish look on her face; one Paul had never seen despite the amount of times they had been together. 

Kristin bent at the waist, placing both hands on Paul's shoulders. She leaned close to his ear. 

"You want to taste it?" she whispered. 

He didn't have time to answer. Kristin pushed him back, and lifted her right leg to the back of the couch, where it met the wall. Using this as a brace, she then leaned her body forward, lowering her pussy towards Paul's mouth. 

Instinct took over for Paul, he grabbed Kristin's ass firmly with both hands, and yanked her body towards him. He sucked on the lips of her pussy, and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. After a few moments, he then plunged his tongue all the way into her hole, and began to really go to work. 

It was clear that Kristin was very aroused by the situation. One orgasm in, her she was putting on a performance in front of a girl she disdained. Additionally, she always harbored the belief that Kelly had a thing for Paul, always making little comments about how much of a "catch" he was. Nothing over the top, but those comments always stuck with Kristin. With all these thoughts going through her mind, she rocked her hips back and forth above Paul's face. 

"Damn", she thought, "I forgot how good at eating pussy Paul is."

Paul, for his part, was really into it as well. The excitement of having sex in front of someone was apparent to him immediately. He did feel a twinge of guilt for having his dick out in front of his younger brother's girlfriend, but Kristin was in such a lustful state, there was no way he was stopping. 

"Baby!" Kristin shrieked, jolting him back to the present state "just keep doing that!"

Paul feverishly lapped inside her pussy, and also began stroking his dick, the hardness of which had not subsided one bit. 

Kristin stopped moaning and shrieking. She just breathed "I'm gonna cum". And immediately, she did just that. 

Paul could feel the juices rush into his mouth; this orgasm definitely originated from the depths of Kristin's body. He always wondered if there was some urine in squirt, but she was so goddamn sexy, he didn't care if there was. 

"Ho-ly shit" was all Kristin could muster. She picked herself off of Paul's face and went back to a standing position. 

She then looked down, and noticed Paul stroking his still hard cock. He had just given her two amazing orgasms, and she felt bad for ignoring his needs. She decided to fix that. 

Kristin was going to get down, and give Paul her absolute best blow job because her pussy was spent. But just then, she looked over at Kelly with the intentions of giving her a dirty look. 

To her shock and infinite excitement, Kelly had a hand in her shorts, and was clearly fingering herself! Despite the two orgasms in about seven minutes, Kristin's lust was renewed, and she lowered herself onto Paul's cock, which slid right in because of the ample lubrication.

Paul let out a huge moan, and Kristin smiled with delight at making him feel good. She scooted both feet up near his hips, and placed both hands on his abs. Then then began to slowly rise and lower her pussy on the entire length of Paul's dick. She had remembered from when they used to date how much he enjoyed this technique. He loved watching her pussy envelop his cock in this fashion. 

Kristin then began picking up the pace, and Paul couldn't stay still anymore. He began jackhammering K's pussy, with both hands on her hips. Kristin, fully aware of the audience, was moaning in her sexiest tone. 

"You're fucking me so good, baby, don't stop"

Paul knocked the soles of Kristin's feet to the floor, threw both of her arms around his neck, and stood up. 

He then scooped her legs up, and Kristin instinctively wrapped them around his waist. Paul grabbed her ass cheeks, lifted her up, and thrust his dick into her. 

Kristin's theatrics turned into the real thing, as she was genuinely screaming in pleasure now. Paul walked over to the wall, about five feet from Kelly, dick still in Kristin. He slammed her back against the wall, and began fucking her as hard as he could. 

"Paul! Paul! Pauuul!" she screamed out as she orgasmed again. 

Paul did not slow down one bit; he was intent on getting his own climax now. Kristin sensed it too, and felt that he was getting close. 

"Baby, I'm not taking anything" she whispered to Paul, referencing birth control. Paul did not slow down one bit. 

Kristin then leaned directly into Paul's ear. "I want you to cum in my mouth, right next to her" she purred as she licked his ear. 

At that moment, Paul probably would have sold his soul to the devil to be able to do that; he thought it was the sexiest thing he ever heard. 

Paul continued to pump his cock into her, then all of a sudden, pulled K off the wall, spun around, and dropped her on the ground right next to Kelly. 

Kristin had that mischievous look back as she was on her knees, getting herself into position. Paul looked at Kelly, wanting to make eye contact, but the younger girl was in a trance, her eyes transfixed on his dick, which Kristin was stroking. Kelly was still fingering herself, a bit faster now, and Paul swore he could smell her pussy. 

Kristin jerked Paul's dick for about ten seconds, then threw her mouth on his prick. She couldn't take the entire thing in, but she was pretty damn close. Kristin began bobbing her head, up and down that dick. 

"Get ready, baby!" Paul warned, and all Kristin could muster was a moan through a mouthful of cock. 

The first spurt was so violent that Paul thought he ripped the hole of his penis. Kristin's mouth tightened on him, and a second shot followed, with almost as much semen. Paul let out a monstrous groan. His dick spasmed again and again; he lost count of how many times he spurted. 

Kristin, somehow or another, managed to swallow every bit, and she continued sucking until Paul had to ask her to stop because the head of his dick was just so sensitive. 

Paul leaned down, and kissed the top of her head.

"That was a lot babe!" Kristin said in what Paul though was the cutest voice of all time. 

"Ha, I know. You were just being so sexy". Paul felt awkward saying this, and the reality of the situation began to snap into focus. It's amazing what an imminent nut can do to a person, Paul thought to himself. 

He lifted K off the ground by the hand, and turned his back to Kelly. They walked a few feet back to where all their clothes were discarded, and began to dress. After about a minute, they were all cleaned up. Paul was too embarrassed to glance over to where Kelly had been standing. 

"That was soo good" Kristin stated, "I have to get going, though. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, yeah no problem, do your thing", he responded, then added with a chuckle, "That was definitely fun."

"I can't believe we did that! I am never coming over here again!" 

Kristin gave him a kiss on the cheek; she had just swallowed a copious amount of his semen, after all, and headed for the door. The thought of staying in the apartment alone with Kelly seemed ridiculous at the time, so Paul followed her. 

"Let me at least walk you down to your car" Paul said. 

"Oh, thank you sir" K responded playfully. 

Paul just smiled, closed the door behind him, and wondered if the Chinese place across the street was open: he was starving. 

THE END



Kristin Takes A Lover



I should probably warn you right now that this is a long story.

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Kristin Saunders walked up the stairs, carrying an armload of clean towels and facecloths. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and she had just brought a basket of clothes in from the clothesline. She loved the way they smelled after hanging outside. She brushed her dark brown hair back over her shoulder and pressed her nose to the towel on the top of the pile, inhaling it's fresh scent. She opened the linen closet door and began stacking the items in her arms on a shelf.

Kristin was standing outside the bedroom door of her son, Alan. His door was closed, but she could hear music and voices coming from inside her son's bedroom. It was almost four o'clock that afternoon. Alan's best friend, Joey, had come over to visit and play video games shortly after lunch, like he often did on weekends and some evenings.

Alan and Joey had known one another since childhood. They lived within a block of one another in Maple Ridge and would both be turning nineteen within two months. Sometimes they were mistaken for brothers, although Alan, like his father, was nearly six feet tall with jet-black hair and blue eyes, unlike his brown-haired friend. Both he and Joey were in their first year at Hampton Technical College.

"Come on, Alan, don't tell me you've never noticed her," Joey scoffed.

"Never," Alan said, sounding earnest.

"But you've got to admit that she's pretty though. Right?" Joey added.

"Sure, she's pretty," Alan replied. "Everyone says that about her."

"Sexy too," Joey chimed-in.

"I guess... I don't know," Alan stammered.

Kristin smiled, listening to the conversation between her son and his friend. She had had not intended to eavesdrop, but when she heard Joey's excited voice above the music she paused and smiled, wondering what girl from school the boys were discussing. She knew fully well what teenage guys were like: preoccupied with sex almost constantly. She stood by the door with a smirk on her face, curious about what else she might overhear.

"She's got nice tits too," Joey remarked. "Don't tell me you've never noticed them."

"Well, it's kind of hard not to sometimes," Alan answered with a quiet laugh, sounding hesitant.

"I bet it's hard!" Joey shot back, drowning out the music playing in the background. "Just like her nipples when she doesn't wear a bra."

"But she usually does -- as far as I can tell."

"I don't think she is today," Joey said.

"No.... ah... I guess not," Alan answered, sounding nervous.

"Man, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but -- she's hot!" Joey exclaimed.

Alan laughed, but never replied.

"Have you ever seen her topless?" Joey prodded.

"Dude, she's my mom!" Alan spat out. 

Kristin's heart jumped when she realized she was the topic of discussion -- not some cute girl the boys knew at school. She froze and clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle a gasp of shock, then craned her head, hoping to hear more of the conversation. Kristin smiled to herself. She knew fully well that her son had been lying to his friend -- or at least had been guilty of lying by omission.

There was silence from the bedroom for a few seconds until Joey spoke once more. "Sure, she's your mom, but she's got great tits; she's really pretty too. If my mom looked like that I wouldn't mind being a motherfucker," he said.

Alan gave a nervous laugh.

"So, have you ever seen her topless, Al?" he prodded.

"A couple of times," Alan finally admitted after several seconds.

Kristin's mouth went agape. Almost even before she had realized it, her clit began to swell and throb. She felt herself grow slightly weak as her pussy began to dampen. A flush came over her face and she smiled, recalling the times that she had noticed her teenage son's sapphire eyes linger on her longer than they probably should have. 

The times that Kristin had noticed her son's apparent ogling of her she never thought much of it, or concluded that she was over-reacting. Nonetheless, she still found Alan's prolonged gawking and awkward glances at her very exciting, perhaps because of how forbidden it was. On those instances Alan reminded her of her younger brother, Patrick. Since their teenage years Patrick had been in the habit of ogling Kristin; sometimes even leering down the front of her blouse or tank top when she would bend over. Kristin had ignored her brother's improper staring, or at least pretended to. But it always aroused her as much as it probably did Patrick. She began to enjoy the power of being able to get her brother's attention and turn him on. Often these occasions ended with him slinking off to his room, presumably to masturbate. Often Kristin did the same as well -- lying on her bed and rubbing her tingling clit as she imagined being brave enough to either flash her younger brother, or allow him to fondle her. Despite how much these fantasies of illicit contact with Patrick made her horny, Kristin never acted upon them, fearing the consequences.

Kristin clutched a stack of face cloths to her chest, breathing heavier and attempting to over-hear more of the conversation between her son and his friend. Her nipples rubbed over the inside of the thin blouse she wore. She regretted her decision not to wear a bra that day and contemplated going to her room to put one on. But she did not want the boys to hear her and suspect that she had been listening to them. She braced her hand on the door of the linen closet and leaned closer to her son's bedroom door.

"A couple of times?" Joey echoed with excitement. "How much could you see?" Now the conversation sounded more like an interrogation.

"Once when I was walking by her room after she got out of the shower I saw her pulling a sweater on," Alan said.

"And?"

"I saw her boob -- the right one. The sweater was over her head already so she never saw me, but I came back in here pretty quick before she turned around and saw me," he elaborated.

Joey gave a lecherous chuckle. "Man, you lucky prick! Could you see her nipples?"

"Uh-huh... well, just the right one," Alan replied.

"I bet it looked nice."

"Ahh... it wasn't hard or anything, but, yeah -- it looked nice... dark... sort of like the colour of her hair and the ring-around was a couple of inches wide, I guess," Alan explained.

"What about the other times?" Joey prompted.

"There was only one other time. I came home from your place one afternoon and she was lying out, tanning on a towel. She had untied her bikini top, but she was lying on her stomach so I couldn't see much."

"Did you see anything?" Joey sounded excited now, as though he was growing horny from the conversation.

"Yeah... just her right boob -- the side of it. She was lying on it, so it was sort of flattened out, but the side of it kind of stuck out." Alan let out a nervous laugh.

"Well, they're really big, so I bet they hang down nice when she's not wearing a bra."

"Yeah..." Alan said, almost sighing.

"Have you ever felt them?" Joey asked.

"You mean like grabbed them? No -- no way. Of course not!" Alan exclaimed.

"I bet you sneak a feel now and again when she hugs you," Joey said, sounding accusatory, then chortled.

Alan snickered. "A few times..." he reluctantly confessed.

"I do that with my sister and one of my cousins sometimes," Joey admitted. "But their tits aren't as big as your mom's."

Kristin could feel her panties beginning to dampen as she listened to her son's salacious confessions about her. She tossed the face cloths and towels in the closet, then pushed the door ajar. As quickly and quietly as possible, she hurried back down the stairs.

The gentle wind that was blowing helped to cool Kristin's flushed cheeks. She laid back on a folding aluminum chair on the patio, sipping an iced tea. Her stiff nipples tingled as her blouse brushed over them. If her son noticed them, swollen and pushing out at her white pinstriped blouse, at least he would blame it on the breeze and not her present state of arousal. 

Kristin frowned and took another sip from her glass. Now she realized that in the back of her mind she had been anticipating her son joining her later and probably noticing her firm nipples, rising from her round breasts. This was not the first time that he had inadvertently been the cause of her growing horny, but this time her emotions were stronger than all the previous.

Kristin placed her glass on a redwood table beside her chair. She pushed her shoes off, letting them drop to the tiles of the patio. The breeze was blowing up her thin, peach-coloured skirt, billowing it slightly and teasing her wet pussy through her tight, damp panties. She loved the sensation. It made her feel wanton to be lying within view of her neighbours' houses while being so horny. She wondered if anyone was watching her at that moment. Had she been braver, she would have pulled her panties off and opened her legs wider. She reached up and undid the top button of her blouse and peered inside at her thick nipples. She looked down at the thin V-shaped strip of her upper chest showing in her open blouse. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed. The outlines of her stiff nipples were obvious through the material of her blouse. She smiled, feeling a little slutty and loving it. She unfastened another button. Now she could see a few inches of the deep cleft between the mounds of her breasts. She smiled and closed her eyes.

Kristin bent her right leg, pressing her thighs together and drawing her right knee up higher. The pressure on her throbbing clit was wonderful. She shifted her curvy hips, biting on her lower lip. Her skirt had slid up past her knees, aided by the movements of her leg and the steady breeze. The thought of her son watching her writhing in pleasure came to her and turned her on even more. She recalled one incident almost two months ago when they had hugged. Her son's muscular arms had felt wonderful wrapped around her waist. It made her feel safe and loved; something she felt less of recently. Alan towered over her by a good six inches and seemed like her protector. As they embraced Kristin rested her head on his solid chest, feeling the bulge in his jeans pressed to the curve of her stomach. The hug had been brief and chaste, at least outwardly, but as she leaned away Alan's fingertips had trailed down her and ran along the side of her left breast. The illicit touch had lasted only seconds, but it felt electric. Kristin felt herself shudder slightly as her clit began to harden. The memory of that embrace and it's forbidden undercurrent filled Kristin's mind many nights as she lay in bed with her vibrator pressed to her throbbing clit, writhing as one orgasm after another left her spent and limp on the damp sheet beneath her. 

When Kristin heard the sounds of Alan and Joey coming from inside as they galloped down the steps she tugged her skirt down and straightened her back. The wind had blown her shoulder-length bronze hair about. She brushed it back over her shoulders. Looking down at her blouse and her exposed cleavage, she smiled. Even at thirty-nine, her breasts had remained firm and retained their shape as much as she could expect, considering their size. Being buxom had meant that she seldom dared venture out in public without a bra. Even at home she usually wore one. That habit had helped to stall the inevitable effects of gravity on her bust. 

Time had been kind to Kristin, although she did exercise regularly and tried to maintain a healthy diet. With the exception of crow's feet and faint lines at the corners of her mouth, she appeared several years younger than her actual age. Often she noticed young men around her son's age following her with their eyes, watching as her breasts bounced beneath her blouse or sweater. She found it both flattering and thrilling to imagine them fantasizing about her. Sometimes while shopping she would bend down to inspect an item on the grocery shelf or in a store when she noticed a handsome young man admiring her, letting him catch a glimpse of her ample cleavage down her blouse or loose top. Kristin brushed her thumb over her left nipple through her blouse, then pinched it between her fingers. She smiled, growing impatient for Alan to hopefully join her outside.

Ten minutes later Alan stepped out on the patio, carrying a half-full glass of pop. Kristin twisted around in her chair to look at her son. He looked so handsome, she thought to herself. Her brown eyes moved over his body. He was wearing a light grey t-shirt. It was tight and emphasized his broad shoulders, well-toned chest and hard stomach. His jeans were tight as well and she glanced down to the front of them. He wasn't hard, or at least didn't appear to be, but the sight of his package still made her pussy grow wetter.

Alan walked around to the side of his mother's chair. He took a sip of his Pepsi and smiled as his blue eyes moved from her pretty face to her cleavage, peeking out from the top of her partially open blouse. His cock began to stiffen as bits of the conversation he'd had with Joey earlier echoed in his mind.

"Want a seat?" Kristen drew her bare feet up from the end of the chair, making room for her son to sit down.

"Thanks." Alan sat down, facing her, and placed his glass on the patio at his feet.

Joey gone?" she asked.

Alan nodded, grunting in the affirmative.

"You guys have fun?" she asked, fighting a shrewd grin.

"Yeah..." Alan said with a nod.

Kristin bent her right leg, drawing her foot back from her son's thigh. The hem of her skirt slid up her thigh a ways, exposing more of her leg. She tucked the hem between her knees, giving her son a nervous smile.

"When will Dad be home?" he asked.

"Wednesday sometime. He called me this morning from Maine."

Kristin's husband, Alan's father, Jim, was a long-haul trucker. He had real estate license, but the poor economy had forced him to seek other employment. After taking a six-month course in truck driving Jim had received a contract with a shipping firm outside of Maple Ridge. He had been doing that for two years. The money was good -- at least better than trying to sell houses -- but his absence for over a week at a time had placed a strain on their marriage. Kristin missed him. She missed his company, his help with things around the house, and she missed making love with him almost nightly. She realized it wasn't easy on her husband either and that he missed both her and their son. Kristin considered herself fortunate to have Alan living at home. He had become her closest friend while Jim was away and had taken on some of the duties that were once his father's, like light house maintenance and being supportive of Kristin when she needed it. Still, she missed the intimacy that she and Jim shared. It wasn't just the sex though. She missed being held and having her back rubbed as they lay in bed after making love. Her vibrator was a poor substitute for a real man.

"Good. I miss him," Alan said.

Kristin nodded. "Me too," she sighed.

"I bet," he said.

Alan smirked before he could force himself not to, surmising just what it was about his father and their marriage that his mother missed. He kept silent.

"What was that grin for?" Kristin demanded, feeling herself blush and knowing what was going through her son's testosterone-fueled mind.

"Nothing..." he mumbled, shifting his eyes away from hers.

"Good," she said, then smiled, looking into his eyes. "You looked like you were thinking something dirty," she added.

"Me? Never" he protested with a laugh.

"Yeah... just like your father," she jibed.

"Or my mother, he added, then grinned.

"Oh, shut up!" Kristin laughed and gave her son's arm a little shove with her foot.

Alan grabbed his mother's bare foot and moved his eyes up her smooth, tanned leg to her face. He smiled and began tickling her foot. She giggled and began to squirm about on her chair. Alan noticed that his mother's toenails were painted candy apple red. They looked pretty, he thought.

"Hey... cut that out... that tickles!" she gasped, wiggling about and laughing.

"That's the whole point." Alan worked his fingers harder into the tender sole of his mother's foot, making her squirm even more.

Alan smiled, watching his mother contort herself. He ran his eyes along her well-toned legs. They were lean and smooth. His cock began to harden as his eyes glided up to the inside of her thighs. They were parted now and Alan discovered he could see his mother's panties. They were pink and stretched tight over her soft mound. The subtle outline of her lips was visible through the fabric. He stared, wondering if she was even a little wet and what her bush looked like.

Kristin could feel her breasts shake as she reacted to her son's tickling and struggled to free her foot from his grasp. When he finally stopped she grew still and looked up at him. It was then that she saw the dumbfounded look on his face and realized where his wide eyes were. She looked down at her parted knees and quickly pushed her skirt down between them. Kristin looked up at her son's flushed face with an aghast expression. When he slowly released her foot from his hand it fell to his lap, just below the obvious bulge in his tight jeans.

"Ooops..." Kristin gave Alan a bashful smile.

"Sorry... I... I didn't mean to... I didn't think that would happen," he stammered, shifting his eyes to his erection.

Kristin smiled at Alan, charmed by his boyish nervousness and excited about him having seen up her skirt. She wondered if he had actually seen her panties, then concluded that he must have, judging by the stunned look on his face and how hard he seemed. She smiled and sat up, sliding down the chair towards her son. She placed her right arm around his broad shoulders and pulled him against her.

"It's okay, Honey. It was an accident," she said, giving him a sideways glance.

Alan nodded, moving his eyes towards his mother. He stared down at her feet and smiled. "Your nail polish looks nice. That's the first thing I noticed," he said.

"I won't ask what the second was." Katherine spat the words out before thinking, then regretted it. She frowned, knowing she had embarrassed her son.

Alan winced at his mother's remark, still staring at her feet.

"Sorry," she whispered.

Alan felt his mother's right breast pressed to his arm. Normally he would have loved being able to feel it rubbing against him, but at that moment it added to his discomfort.

"I painted them a few days ago. Since summer's here I'll be wearing sandals more often, so I wanted them to look pretty." Kristin crossed her left leg over her right knee, dangling her foot by her son's knee.

Alan looked at his mother's toenails, then moved his eyes up her shapely calf until he encountered the hem of her skirt, just above her knee. He shifted his hips and folded his arms over his lap, feeling his erection throbbing.

"They look cute," he said, struggling for something to say.

"My feet?" she asked, locking her wide eyes on his.

"Ahh... no... I'm not into feet," he simpered. "I just thought that the bright colour looked nice, that's all. You should do your fingernails too," he suggested.

Kristin giggled. She was concerned about upsetting her son any more than he already seemed, but holding him against her had fed her already strong libido and she felt like being a little risqué. "Okay... I just wondered. It's none of my business and I don't care," she said. "I just... I just thought that most guys preferred big boobs, instead of feet. If you're anything like your father, you do."

Alan nodded and gave his mother a guilty grin. His eyes shifted towards his mother's breast and deep cleavage. Her hazel eyes met his when he looked back up at her face. She squinted as she smiled and the bridge of her nose wrinkled. Alan found it endearing and sexy.




Kristin Takes A Lover



"I think I could cut both of my feet off and your father wouldn't notice, as long as I still had my tits."

Alan gave a sharp laugh at his mother's brash comment. It was more a release of built-up nervous tension than amusement, but it put him at ease. He felt the muscles in his back and neck relax.

"I... I don't know," he said.

"Trust me. These are what caught your father's eye in the first place over twenty years ago." Kristin straightened her back, thrusting her chest out so her blouse was stretched tight over it.

Alan took a quick look at his mother's breasts and her exposed cleavage. Her bold display surprised him, but excited him even more. The fabric of her blouse was skin-tight over her mounds. It served to highlight the size of her bust and how they sloped down slightly. Alan's cock twitched, straining his jeans. He forced his eyes back to his mother's reddish face.

Kristin was smiling when her son's eyes met hers once more. Displaying herself to him so provocatively had given her a rush that caused her pussy to become even wetter. She crossed her legs tighter, feeling the pressure on her pulsing clit. Her panties were damp now.

"Okay... enough of me bragging about my rack. Time for me to get supper ready. What would you like?" Kristin gave her son a modest smile as she stood up.

Alan let out another laugh upon hearing his mother's blunt remark. He thought about her question for a moment, then shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Whatever you want," he said.

"I have some pork chops in the fridge. How does that sound?"

"Great," he said.

"Okay -- good. Come keep me company while I cook them." 

Kristin got up from the chair. She held her hand out to Alan. He took it in his and she tugged him to his feet, drawing him inside the house.

Alan sat at the kitchen table while his mother prepared supper. Her graceful movements as she moved about the kitchen held him spellbound. So did her overall appearance. He had felt no compunction earlier when he admitted to Joey that he found her pretty. That was undeniable and to try to do so would have sounded like an obvious lie. Her brilliant eyes, lovely smile, delicate jawline and high cheekbones made his mother a captivating woman. Everyone noticed her; Alan realized this. He considered himself fortunate to be the only person besides his father who was able to take in her beauty up close daily. However, Alan envied his father for being the one man who was fortunate enough to be her lover.

By the time supper was ready Alan was hungry. So was Kristin. They began eating in silence, eager to quell their hunger. After a while Alan noticed his mother look over at him and smile. Locks of her hair hung down over her right cheek. She pushed them aside, not taking her shimmering eyes off of his.

"How is it?" she asked.

"Great... perfect. You're the best cook, Mom?"

Kristin gave her son a modest smile. "I don't know about that, but I'm glad you like it," she replied.

Alan nodded, chewing on a mouthful of food.

Having her son still at home now that Jim was on the road nearly half of each month made Kristin very happy. She was glad that Alan had not decided to attend college far away. The company of her son helped to prevent loneliness. He was also very helpful with the many things that cropped-up occasionally that her husband normally tended to. Her only source of regret and guilt were the improper thoughts and feelings she had for Alan. These had become more prevalent in the last weeks. Kristin knew that what she had learned while eavesdropping on his conversation with Joey would make it all-the-more difficult for her to sweep them from her mind now. Realizing that her son shared feelings with her that society forbid made giving into them even more tempting.

Alan was finishing the last few bites of food on his plate when Kristin was rinsing hers off at the sink. He got up and put his empty plate on the counter beside the sink to their left.

"Thanks, Mom. That was great." Alan placed his right hand on his mother's lower back and kissed her cheek. Her body felt soft through her blouse. He ran his hand up her back a ways.

Kristin smiled and placed her hands on the counter, nearly shuddering in pleasure as her son's hand stroked her back. She felt her nipples stiffen and push out at her blouse. She hoped that Alan did not notice, then concluded that was unlikely.

"I'm glad you liked it, Honey," she said with a nervous smile.

Alan went in to the living room to watch television while his mother loaded the dishwasher. As much as he wanted to be around her, he was afraid it might make her suspicious. He also wanted a little time alone to focus on something besides her in hopes of cooling his libido and letting his erection subside. When she joined him in the living room later the flush had gone from his cheeks and his cock had softened, at least temporarily.

For the next several hours Alan and his mother watched television and chatted periodically. She was sitting in a chair to his right. Close enough for him to see her when they talked, but not so close as to make him anxious due to his arousal.

That night Alan and his mother slept well. Both having masturbated quietly alone in their beds, separated only by a wall.

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"Alan, get up if you want a drive to school."

That was how Alan's Monday began -- with his mother poking her head in his room and waking him. She was wearing a dark grey skirt and a blouse. It was unbuttoned and she was holding it closed around her with her left arm. Her hair was pinned back and she looked as pretty as always.

Kristin owned a used book store downtown, four blocks from where Alan attended college. It was their routine for her to drive him to college on her way to the store most mornings when he had early classes. Once he was finished for the day he would take the bus back home, or sometimes go to his mother's store to work on homework or read until she left for the day.

Alan sat on the side of his bed, yawning and stretching. Wearing a t-shirt and boxers, he made his way to the bathroom and saw that the door was ajar. He pushed on it and walked inside. When Alan entered the bathroom he saw his mother standing in front of the mirror, applying eyeliner. She turned towards him, wide-eyed, and gave a faint cry of shock. Alan froze, equally surprised to encounter his mother. He had thought she had gone to her room after waking him. 

Kristin's blouse was still unbuttoned, but now it was open wide, hanging down over her curved hips. Alan's eyes immediately went to her chest. She was wearing a white bra made of sheer material. It was trimmed with embroidered white flowers along the edges of the cups and between them. Through the delicate, gauzy white panels holding her round breasts Alan could plainly see his mother's hard nipples. Their dark hue contrasted with the ivory white of the sheer bra cups. He was surprised by their thickness. His cock immediately began to swell and tent his boxers as he stared at her dark nipples and areolas.

"Christ, Alan, can't you see that I'm in here," Kristin spat out, glaring at him. Then her eyes fell to his erection, which had begun to tent his boxers.

"I... uh... sorry, Mom. I didn't know you were in here," Alan stammered as he quickly turned and left.

Ten minutes later when his mother approached the doorway to his bedroom Alan was sitting on the side of his bed. His arms were folded over his lap as he fought off his erection, fed by the vivid image of his mother still fresh in his mind. She smiled at him, seeming as sheepish as he felt. Her blouse was buttoned now and tucked into her skirt.

"I'm finished in there, if you want to use it," Kristin said, sounding shy.

"Thanks." Alan glanced up at his mother.

"I've finished dressing now too," she added with a tentative smile.

"I'm sorry about that, Mom. I thought that you were in your room and when the door was open a ways I just went in."

Kristin smiled, although it seemed forced to her son. "It's okay. Next time I'll make sure I close the door completely. Now get ready so we can go."

During the drive to school Alan avoided looking directly at his mother. He leaned on the car door and stared out of the window. Seeing his mother earlier in the bathroom had been a wonderful, thrilling bit of serendipity. He was just concerned that she was angry with him and perhaps even thought that him walking in on her was intentional. He was also worried that she had noticed his erection. Although his cock wasn't huge, perhaps only average, he thought, there was still no mistaking the tent it had made in his underwear earlier as he stared at his mother.

Kristin stopped the car in front of the college and turned towards Alan. She had sensed his angst. She felt the same as he did. What she found most vexing was not simply that her son had seen her breasts, essentially bare given how transparent her bra was, but the sight of his hard cock tenting his boxers as he left the bathroom. It was an image she knew she would replay later that night in bed. Already her wet pussy was ready for that.

"Have a good day, Honey," she said with a smile.

"Thanks, you too, Mom."

Kristin watched her son as he got out of the car and hoisted his knapsack over his right shoulder. He gave her another smile, then turned and walked away. She stared at his tight ass, recalling how his father's had felt and looked at around that age. She wondered if Alan's was similar, then if he was built like his father everywhere.

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Alan returned home from classes that afternoon before his mother was back from work, as was most often the case. He hurried up to his room and dropped his knapsack of textbooks and notebooks beside his computer desk. The image of how sexy she had looked in her bra that morning had tormented him all day. His erection had distracted him almost constantly. Now he was finally able to take care of it. He hauled his jeans and underwear down and laid back on his bed, closing his eyes. In his fantasy world he met his mother in the bathroom, except this time she had told him to stay. They embraced, then eventually went to her room to make love. Alan stroked his cock and wove his fantasy until an orgasm overcame him.

By the time his mother arrived home shortly before five-thirty Alan had managed to calm down after sating his libido. He was at his computer, surfing the Internet. He looked up and smiled at her when she stepped into the doorway of his bedroom.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"Good. I found out about an estate sale that might have some rare books. I'm hoping I can buy them," Kristin said.

"That's great. I hope you get them," he replied, happy for his mother's bit of good fortune.

"How was school?"

"Not bad. Kind of boring today," he said with a shrug.

"Okay... I'm going to get changed, then start supper."

Alan returned his attention to the website he had been viewing. About fifteen minutes later he noticed his mother pass by his doorway on her way down to the kitchen. Some time later, when he smelled the scent of food wafting up from the kitchen, his stomach growled. Alan turned his computer off and went downstairs.

"I thought you'd be down once you smelled it," Kristin said, turning from the stove to grin at her son.

"What is it?"

"Chicken casserole."

Just the thought of it increased Alan's hunger. He sat down at the table, watching his mother bring out plates and utensils. She had changed into a burgundy tank top and a white skirt. The skirt was loose and moved with her lithe body as she walked about and turned. Alan noticed the outlines of bra straps across the back of her tank top and wondered if she was still wearing the same one he had seen that morning in the bathroom. Just the thought of it made his cock begin to stir again.

Alan was hungry and ate quickly, even having a second helping of his mother's casserole. Cumming hard like he had that afternoon always left him ravenous for some reason. His mother seemed pleased that he was so enthusiastic about the meal she had prepared. While she was putting the leftovers away and clearing the table he went to watch television.

Almost a half hour later Kristin joined her son on the living room. He slid over on the couch to make room for her, giving her a smile and stealing a glance at her chest. She slipped her shoes off and curled up on the couch, leaning back on the arm.

Alan shifted his eyes to his mother's tanned calves and her feet on the cushion beside him. He smirked and drug the back of his thumb nail down the sole of her left foot. She jumped and looked over to him, smiling.

"Hey, buster, don't start that again!" Kristin was trying to sound stern, but couldn't avoid smiling when she saw the impish look on her son's face. She found it cute, but also provocative and sexy.

Alan let out a mischievous laugh, feeling relieved that the tension between them from that morning was gone.

"Oh... I took your suggestion and painted my fingernails," she said, holding her hand up. "I went out during lunch to buy some polish and did them in the afternoon when things were slow."

Alan leaned forward slightly, trying to get a better look at his mother's delicate hand. The colour was a darker red than her toenails. It looked nice, he thought.

Kristin raised up and leaned closer to her son, extending her hands to show him her crimson nails. She watched as his blue eyes moved up. But he wasn't focused on her hands. He was looking past them, to her chest. Kristin straightened her back slightly, feeling the material of her top tighten over her bust.

"Do you like them?" she asked, not referring to her fingernails.

"Yeah... they look nice," her son said as he stared at her round breasts. Her nipples had begun to stiffen and make noticeable bumps in her blouse.

When Alan looked up to his mother's face his cheeks were rosy. She smiled at him, hoping he understood the subtext of their exchange. She settled back on the couch, sitting closer to her son than before. When she shifted her eyes down she noticed the slight bulge in his jeans. She crossed her legs and smiled, secretly pleased that she had given her son an erection for the second time that day.

There was tension between Kristin and Alan again, but this time it was sexual -- like it often was. Both were eager for when it would be time to go to bed. Around ten-thirty Kristin stretched and faked a yawn. She announced that she was tired and was going to bed early.

"Okay. Have a good night, Mom," Alan said as he turned towards his mother.

"You too, Sweetie." 

Kristin leaned into Alan. She gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. He wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist and pulled her closer, giving her a gentle squeeze. His hands moved along her lower back, stroking her. She rested her chin on his right shoulder and closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of him holding her, wishing it could last for hours. When she pressed herself to his chest the sensations of her stiff nipples rubbing against the soft interior of her bra added to her excitement. Her panties were going to be wet before she got upstairs, Kristin thought to herself.

"I love you, Honey," Kristin said, still holding onto her son.

"I love you too, Mom," he replied.

"I'm so glad to have you home, especially now that your dad is away so much. I'd be lost without you."

"Thanks. I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be," he said.

Kristin leaned away from her son, still resting her hands on his shoulders and smiled at him. She watched his eyes flit down to her chest.

"I'm sorry for shouting at you this morning... in the bathroom," she said, feeling her cheeks grow warm.

"It's okay. I should have knocked first. I thought you had gone to your room. Sorry."

Kristin smiled and shrugged. "I guess I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and was in a bad mood already. Plus, I was worried I was going to be late opening the store. Then when you walked in, it shocked me," she explained.

"You were shocked?!" he spat out with a nervous laugh.

"Yeah... I guess you weren't expecting to find me in there half-dressed. I bet you wished it was one of the girls you know from college instead." Kristin's eyes danced over her son's body.

Alan shrugged. "What do you mean?"

"Well, someone younger and pretty -- with big boobs... or whatever you go for in girls," she elaborated, knowing she was baiting him.

"No... uh... geez, Mom... don't put yourself down. You're... you're pretty," he said, tripping over his tongue.

"I'm just being realistic though. I know guys your age look at girls a lot younger than me," she elaborated with a bashful shrug.

"Can you keep a secret?" he asked, hooding his eyes for a second.

"Sure. What?" she asked, growing curious and excited.

"Yesterday, when Joey was over, he said that you were hot."

"Really? Joey?" she exclaimed, feigning surprise.

Alan gave a firm nod. "He said you were sexy too," he added. "But you can't ever let-on I told you that. He'd kill me."

"I won't. I'm just surprised though," she said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Well, look at me," she countered.

"Yeah, So? I see you every day," he replied, turning the left corner of his mouth up.

Kristin chuckled. "You saw a little more than usual this morning though."

"Well... more like a lot more." he retorted. Alan felt horny and nervous. His hands were still on his mother's waist and her arms were dangling over his neck.

"Are you saying that's because I've got a lot to see?" Kristin's pouty lips formed into a teasing smirk.

Alan didn't respond, but the look on his face told his mother what he was thinking.

"You can be honest with me, Sweetie. Your father will never know about any of this," she assured him.

"It's not just that, Mom. I just... I probably shouldn't be making comments about you like that," Alan said.

"Comments are harmless and, well... can I tell you something?" Kristin gave her son an anxious look and tightened her mouth.

"Sure. What?" her son asked in an anxious tone.

"Over the past couple of years, while your father's been on the road so often, you've grown up a lot and I've come to rely on you more. I'm so busy trying to make the bookstore successful and run the house by myself that I don't have a social life anymore. Don't get me wrong -- I wouldn't change my life for anything. But you've pretty much become by best friend, besides being my son. That's why I feel like we can be so honest with one another. And that's why I don't want to let things like what happened this morning come between us. I want us to be open with one-another. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah... I think so," Alan said, nodding slowly. His heart was pounding and horniness welled in him.

"I hope so." Kristin tugged at her son's neck and pulled him to her. She laid her head on his sturdy shoulder, feeling full of with love and arousal. When his hands moved over her back she smiled and closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the feeling of him touching her.

Alan's hard cock throbbed as he held his mother. Her gentle touch and the feeling of her breasts pressed to his chest turned him on more than any girl he had ever known. He felt his mother's soft hair tickle his nose and he slowly inhaled, filling himself with her scent. His right hand glided up the middle of her back, then down again. He felt her shift her hips slightly, responding to his touch, and continued to stroke her back.

"Your father used to rub my back every night," she said.

"Do you miss it?"

"Yes..." she said in a heavy breath.

"I will... if it's okay," he offered.

"Thanks. I'd like that," she said.

Alan continued to run his hand up and down his mother's back, enjoying it as much as she was. His only concern was her noticing the tent in his jeans, but he suspected that she was almost as turned-on as he was at that point.




Kristin Takes A Lover



"Please don't tell Joey about what happened in the bathroom this morning. He'll want to know every little detail. I won't mention it to your father when he gets home either," Kristin said in a sleepy voice.

"Thanks. I won't tell Joey. But, if I did... the details wouldn't be little," he chortled, giving his mother an apprehensive look.

Kristin raised her head, smiling, and looked at her son. "Are you saying I have big..."

"Details!" Alan interrupted with a sharp laugh.

Kristin giggled at her son's witty comment. "You know... you're the first person, besides your father anyway, to see me topless in years," she remarked.

"Well, you had a bra on," he reminded her.

Kristin let out a soft giggle. "But... but this bra doesn't hide anything. You can see everything through it."

"Yeah..." he admitted.

"That's why your father bought it for me. He always makes me wear it with a low-cut dress when we go out to a restaurant -- just in case someone sneaks a peek."

His mother's candor excited and surprised Alan. Not just her openness with him, but what she was disclosing to him. "Has anyone ever done that?" her son asked.

"Maybe once or twice." Kristin giggled, trying to act coy.

"I never knew you could be so naughty, Mom," Alan said.

"I guess you're getting to know another side of me. I just hope you don't find it ugly." Kristin's jaw tensed while she waited for her son's response. She was quite certain that he was curious and had a prurient interest, but still feared losing his respect.

"Nothing about you could ever be ugly, Mom," Alan assured her.

"Thanks, Honey. That means so much to me. I'm so afraid that you will think less of me if I'm too... you know, honest."

"No. That could never happen." Alan gave his mother a reassuring kiss on the forehead and squeezed her tighter for a moment.

It was growing late and Kristin was tired. She sat up and brushed her hair back, smiling at Alan.

"Time for me to get to bed," she said and yawned.

When Alan stood up he noticed his mother glance down towards the bulge in his jeans. Instead of feeling tense and nervous about it he welcomed her longing glance. He hoped that she liked what she saw. He gave his mother another hug and kissed her cheek, then they both went upstairs. 

###

Alan was in his bedroom that Tuesday afternoon when his mother arrived home from her store. She entered his room and stood beside his chair, looking over his shoulder at the music website on the computer monitor that he had been looking at.

"Have a good day at school?" Kristin asked.

"Yeah, the usual," he said flatly. "How did work go?"

"Good. It was busy, which is always good," she replied.

Kristin sat down on her son's bed. She pulled her shoes off and crossed her legs. She rubbed her left foot, wincing. It was sore and red. When she noticed Alan watching she gave him a wary look, then smiled.

"Don't you even think of trying to tickle my feet. They hurt from being on them all afternoon," she said.

"No. I wasn't thinking that. I was just noticing that they look really red -- like your shoes were too tight," Alan explained.

"They are a little tight. But they look nice." Kristin rolled her eyes and smiled.

Alan's eyes moved up from his mother's foot to her thigh. Her paisley skirt had ridden up past her knees when she sat down and crossed her legs. He smiled as he looked at her soft, smooth thigh, which was now more than half uncovered.

Kirstin felt her son's eyes on her. She looked up from her aching foot and met his gaze, then lowered her eyes to her lap. She looked up a few seconds later smiled at Alan.

"Is this skirt too short?" she asked, knowing where her son's attention had been drawn.

"No, I don't think so," he said, giving his head a shake.

Kristin chuckled and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "I should have known better than ask a guy that question," she concluded. "I guess it is a little short, but I felt like being a little daring for a change."

"Oh... like wearing a see-through bra?" he retorted, grinning boldly.

Kristin laughed, not entirely surprised by her son's chutzpah but excited by it. "Well, no one saw that -- except you, and you weren't supposed to. Today I'm wearing one that you can't see through."

Alan nodded, looking at the front of his mother's rose-colored blouse. It was buttoned up too far to reveal any cleavage and billowed out from her chest as she leaned over. He was disappointed.

"Okay, time to get supper ready. There's some casserole left over. How's that sound?" Kristin stood up beside her son

"Great," he replied.

"Good. All I have to do is microwave it. That makes it easy for me," she said.

Alan followed his mother down to the kitchen. He sat down, talking with her while she set the table and observing her as she moved about the kitchen. Once she was standing he noticed that her blouse was a tighter fit on her than when she was leaning over on his bed. It was tapered at the sides, which displayed her slim waistline and made the swell of her breasts seem more prominent. Alan stood beside his mother at the counter, scooping casserole onto his plate. When she sat back down he watched her skirt slide up her left thigh as she crossed her legs.

Kristin finished eating before her son. Alan had nearly twice as much food on his plate as his mother and was still finishing it. She put the empty casserole dish in the sink along with her plate and filled it with water to soak. Once she had done that she turned towards her son sitting behind her. She smiled and shook her head.

"How can you eat so much and not get fat?" she marveled.

"I'm a growing boy," he said with a smile.

"I watch what I eat and exercise, but I still have this tummy." Kristin placed her hand on the subtle curve of her stomach, just below the waistband of her skirt, and frowned.

Alan wiped his mouth and got up to put his plate in the sink. He stood beside his mother, moving his eyes down from her chest towards her hand, still pressed to herself. In his estimation, she looked perfect. He could not see the reason for her dismay.

"You look great, Mom. Quit worrying."

Kristin shrugged and looked at her son, turning the left corner of her mouth up.

"Seriously, everyone has a tummy. Yours is nothing compared to most." Alan reached out and gave his mother a playful poke in her stomach with his finger, just below her hand.

Kristin laughed and squirmed as his fingertip sank into her a little. She grabbed her son's hand, thinking he was going to tickle her. She held it to her and gave it a squeeze. When she felt him spread his fingers out and press his palm to her she nearly gasped as a rush of excitement surged in her. Seconds later he gave her a slight caress, inching his hand lower over her tummy.

"Besides, it's my fault if you think you're too big here. Having me probably made you gain weight," he said.

Kristin nodded, then smiled at her son. "Having you made me bigger in a few places." Kristin nodded down towards her chest with a smile.

Alan chuckled. "Then I deserve credit for that instead of blame," he bragged.

"Oh, you think so?" she retorted, darting her eyebrows up for a second.

"Don't you?" Alan gave his mother a serious look, still pressing his hand to her stomach, just below her navel.

"What do you mean?" Kristin was perplexed by the earnest look on her son's face as his eyes locked on hers.

"Well... I mean... don't you think they look nice?"

Kristin gave her son a shy glance and nodded. "Yeah... I guess," she said with a faint shrug.

"Good," Alan said, seeming pleased.

"Does that mean you agree?" she said, giving her son a wily smile.

Alan blushed, seeming very nervous and hesitant to answer.

"Okay, you don't have to answer that," his mother relented after several seconds.

Alan gave his mother a cunning look and cocked an eyebrow. "Did you want me to though, Mom?" he asked. 

Kristin blushed. Her eyes shifted away from her son's and a nervous expression came over her rosy face.

"You're blushing..." he taunted.

"So are you." Kristin met her son's eyes and gave him an awkward smile.

Alan slid his hand over his mother's stomach to her left hip. He tugged her closer, so her right shoulder was touching his chest. He kissed her velvety cheek, feeling it's warmth on his lips. Kristin smiled and closed her eyes. She reached down and held onto his muscled arm, now wrapped around her waist. When she leaned closer to him she felt his erection pushing into her right hip. It surprised her, at least somewhat, but she didn't react. His cock was very hard and felt thick. Maybe bigger than his father's, Kristin guessed. She was getting wetter now and her legs felt weak. She knew it was far from the first time that Alan had been hard because of her, but it was the first time that his erection was so obvious and he had made no effort to hide it from her. 

"Can you keep a secret?" Alan whispered in his mother's ear, almost brushing over it with his lips.

Kristin nodded. "Mmmm-hmmm..." she murmured.

"I think they're nice too," he breathed into her ear.

"Thank-you," she said in a hushed voice, thrilled by his compliment.

"Is it okay that I told you that, Mom?"

Kristin nodded, still with a look of longing on her face. "Yes. I don't think you could say anything that would bother me, Honey."

"I don't know... maybe, but I don't want to -- ever." Her son sounded concerned now.

"Well, if you ever do, I'll let you know, but I won't be angry. Okay?"

"Okay. Thanks, Mom." Alan kissed his mother's soft cheek again, feeling her press her hip harder against his erection.

"Going in to watch tv for a while?" she asked.

Alan nodded.

Kristin slipped from her son's embrace and went in to the living room. She tucked her feet up on the couch beneath her and leaned back, still looking blissful. She watched Alan approaching, paying particular attention to how his hard shaft filled out the front of his jeans. Thoughts of squeezing his balls and rubbing his cock flooded her turbulent mind. She wished she could pull her wet panties down and rub her throbbing clit. She was almost so horny at that moment that she would have allowed Alan to watch her masturbate, if he joined-in and did the same.

Television programs did little to hold the interest of Alan or Kristin that evening. Both were too charged with arousal and filled with emotional turmoil to concentrate. Also, each of them were anticipating Jim's arrival the next day. Both would be glad to see him, although for slightly different reasons.

"I'm going to bed early. You stay up as late as you want, but I'm staying home tomorrow to wait for your father, so I won't be able to drive you to school." 

It was nearly ten-thirty when Kristin said this to Alan. He turned to her and nodded. 

Kristin leaned towards her son. She gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. She felt his hands on her waist and the whiskers on his face brushing over her soft skin as he kissed her. Both felt exhilarating to her. She imagined his bristly chin rubbing over her breast as he eagerly sucked hard on her swollen nipple.

"Have a good night, Mom," he said. "I love you."

"I love you too, Honey."

Kristin hurried upstairs to her bedroom. As soon as the door was closed behind her she began getting undressed, then got out her vibrator from the nightstand beside the bed.

###

Alan had no trouble waking up early the next morning. He was excited about seeing his father that afternoon. He also knew that he would have to catch a bus to school. After he showered and got dressed he went down to the kitchen for breakfast. His mother was already there, standing at the stove cooking oatmeal. She was wearing a cotton robe that came down almost to her knees. It was tied loosely around her waist so the upper half fell away from her chest on the right side. Alan stared into the gap of the robe, looking at a portion of his mother's chest and collar bones. He dropped his knapsack by the table and sat down.

"Want some oatmeal?" she offered, turning her head towards him.

Alan shook his head and made a contorted expression. "No, thanks. That stuff is gross."

Kristin laughed and began eating.

Alan filled a bowl with cereal, then poured milk over it and sprinkled some sugar atop that. He sat down at the table across from his mother and began eating. Since he had gotten up early he did not have to rush that morning for a change. He was glad to be able to spend some time with her because she looked so sexy wearing her robe.

Alan poured himself another half bowl of cereal once he had finished his first. After Kristin finished her oatmeal she brought her bowl and the pot on the stove over to the sink to soak. She placed the bowl in the sink, then stepped back towards her son with the pot of remaining oatmeal in her hand.

"Are you sure you don't want some? You loved it when you were a baby," she teased.

"I'm not a baby anymore though."

Kristin grinned. "Yeah -- back then you liked breast milk too."

Alan's eyes moved down to his mother's chest. The curves of her breasts and the faint outlines of her nipples filled out the front of her thin robe.

"Who knows -- I still might like it." Alan slowly moved his eyes up to his mother's face. He was relieved and encouraged by her smile.

"Sorry, Honey, the well ran dry years ago for me," his mother said, almost sounding regretful.

"Are you sure? They look pretty full to me." Alan stared at his mother's heavy breasts as he spoke. Her nipples were harder now, and their outline was obvious as they poked out at her robe.

"I'm sure," Kristin said with a naughty smile. "And your father has tried many times too."

In the opening of his mother's robe Alan noticed some cleavage. He stared, unconcerned that she was aware of where he was looking.

"Don't you have to be going to class?" Kristin asked, seeming amused by the look on her son's face.

"Uh-huh..." he groaned.

Alan slung his knapsack over his shoulder while Kristin ran water into the pot of sticky oatmeal and scraped the residue from the bottom with a spoon. He placed a hand on her right shoulder blade and kissed her left cheek.

"Have a good day, Mom. Hopefully I'll be home to greet Dad when he arrives."

"Me too. But you'll get to spend plenty of time with him before he has to go out again." Kristin leaned over and placed a kiss on her son's cheek and smiled.

###

Alan found concentrating on his classes that day even more difficult than it had been the past few. The impending arrival of his father made him very happy. It also made him somewhat anxious too. As he reflected on the changing nature of his relationship with his mother, their conversations, and him walking in on her in the bathroom he worried that she might tell his father about some, or all of it. His father was always a level-headed man whose temper was slow to flare, but Alan knew that everyone has their limits and that he had been behaving inappropriately with his mother recently. Alan feared that she might want his father to discuss it with him while he was home. 

After reconsidering the situation, Alan reminded himself that his mother had not been so blameless herself. She seemed to be enjoying their ribald talks and flirtations almost as much as he was. This gave him hope that once his father was back out on the road, things with her might escalate. Then again, there was always the chance that she might reevaluate how they had been behaving and decide that things must return to how they were before. Whatever her decision, despite any disappointment, Alan knew he would abide by it because he loved and respected his mother very much.

That afternoon Alan decided to skip his last class and go home early. Missing one class would not hurt him, he decided. Besides, he wanted to see his father very much. When Alan turned up the driveway to his house he saw his father's truck in the yard. He smiled wide and quickened his pace. When he entered the kitchen and sat his knapsack down he didn't hear or see anyone. He walked towards the living room.

When Alan turned the corner in to the living room he discovered his parents on the couch. His mother was lying back against the arm of the couch facing his direction. She was wearing a dark green tank top, except it was pulled up around her shoulders to expose her bare chest. Alan stared at her left breast and her hard, thick nipple. Her legs were parted wide and Alan's father was crouched between them. His head was covering her right breast and his right hand was under her short denim skirt. Alan noticed the movements of his father's arm between his mother's splayed thighs. Alan stood there, frozen in place. His mother was breathing heavy. Then she looked up at him through half-closed eyes and gave him the warmest, most sultry smile he had ever seen in his life.

Alan wheeled around and went back out and sat down on the back porch. A few minutes later his father came out, looking somewhat sheepish.

"Hey, Buddy! Good to see you again. We weren't expecting you for another hour or so," Jim told his son, giving him a brief hug.

Alan could smell the musky scent of his mother on his father's fingers. He hugged him and forced a smile.

"Your mother tells me you're doing good in school and holding down the fort while I'm away. She said she wouldn't know what to do without you. If you weren't my son, I'd be jealous."

Alan gave his father an uncomfortable smile. "Yeah, school's going good. There's not much to do around here though. I spend a lot of time playing video games and watching tv."

"It's rough out there with the price of diesel so high," Jim said. "If things don't get better soon I may have to look for something else to do."

"It would be great if you could find a job around here, Dad."

"I know; I've been looking. At least this is paying the bills for now."

"Yeah..." Alan replied with a nod.

Jim put his arm around his son, giving his neck a friendly squeeze. "Hey, let's go back inside."

Alan followed his father back into the house, anxious about facing his mother again. She was in the living room, now fully clothed, looking quite nervous as she sat on the edge of the couch.

Jim had lots of questions for his son about school, his social life and his future plans. The conversation was steady and it helped Alan to relax a little and forget about interrupting his parents in their intimate moment on the couch earlier. 

That evening Alan went to bed early. He knew that his parents would want time alone and he did not want to intrude on his father's first night back. Also, the image of his mother on the couch, legs spread and breast bare, refused to leave his mind. Only after masturbating twice while imagining himself, rather than his father, on top of her was he able to sleep.

###

Alan struggled to focus on his classes the next day. He was glad when the day had ended and he could get back home. His mother had not arrived home yet, but his father was in the garage, sorting out wrenches and sockets in a metal case. Alan joined him and they talked until his mother arrived home.

That evening during supper Alan found his parents openly affectionate. He understood why, but it still made him uncomfortable, as though he was intruding. Once he had finished eating he called Joey and made plans to go to his house for a few hours. That would give his parents some more time alone, he concluded. They deserved that much after a long time apart.

It was dark by the time Alan was walking back home from Joey's. The summer air was warm and the sky was filled with thousands of stars. As Alan was ascending the cement walk leading to the back porch of his parents' house he could hear their voices. By the time he was at the door he realized that his mother was shouting and cursing at his father. He had heard them bicker and squabble before, but never anything approaching this. Alan opened the door and rushed in to the kitchen.




Kristin Takes A Lover



"What's going on?" he blurted out, jerking his head from his father to his mother.

"Ask your father," Kristin snapped, raking her narrowed eyes over her husband.

Jim was leaning in the corner of the kitchen counter, arms folded, looking chastened and humbled.

"Dad? What's wrong?"

Jim sighed, giving his wife a timid glance. "Your mother will explain," he said, choking back tears.

Alan watched as his father brushed past him and out the door. A few moments later he heard his father's truck start as he left the yard with a roar.

"What the hell was that about?" Alan demanded, looking at his mother.

Kristin sighed and reached behind her on the counter. "I found this in your father's jacket pocket tonight." She extended her palm towards Alan. In it was a condom in a blue wrapper.

Alan sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Maybe he got them because... you know... he was coming home again," Alan suggested, feeling embarrassed.

"I had my tubes tied a few years after you were born -- that was another huge argument. I told him a vasectomy was much simpler. So, no, he doesn't need condoms with me," Kristin said. "And he already admitted to using the rest that he bought during this trip."

Alan frowned. He looked at his mother leaning back on the counter. Her bottom lip began to quiver and pools of tears formed in her eyes. Soon they rolled down her red cheeks. Alan moved beside her. He put an arm around her shoulders as she sobbed. She turned and crumpled against his chest, heaving and sighing. Alan wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, fearing she might literally fall apart.

After a few minutes Kristin lifted her head from her son's chest. Her eyes and cheeks were red and wet with her tears. Alan brushed her cheeks with his thumb and kissed her left one. She smiled.

"Thanks, Honey. At least there's still one man in my life who I know I can count on and trust," she said.

"What are you going to do," he asked.

"About what?"

"About Dad... the situation," he explained.

Kristin shrugged. "I guess I'll have to start looking for a lawyer tomorrow," she concluded.

Alan was surprised and disappointed by his mother's answer. He thought her reaction was rash and based on anger. "Mom, are you sure? Maybe you could work things out. Don't go and do anything too hasty."

"How could I ever trust him again after this?" she said in a shaky voice.

Alan sighed, unable to think of an adequate response.

"Can we go in the room and sit down? I feel like I might collapse," his mother sighed.

Alan nodded and escorted his mother into the living room. She sat down on the couch to his left, still sniffling and wiping her watery eyes. Alan turned towards her, wishing he knew what to say to comfort her and make everything alright again. He gave her a sympathetic smile.

"What do you think I should do?" she asked.

"I don't know -- nothing yet. Give yourself some time to calm down before you do anything," he suggested.

Kristin nodded, still catching her breath after crying. "Okay. Thanks, Honey. Once again, you're the only one I can count on."

Alan reached out and gave his mother's back a few slow rubs through her blouse. She smiled at him and slid closer so she could rest against his chest.

"Hold me," she whimpered, clutching him.

Alan's arms went around his mother's trembling body. His right hand glided up and down her back. He bent down and kissed her cheek, damp with her tears.

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you too," she said in a shaky voice. "No matter what, we'll get through this."

After close to ten minutes Kristin looked up at her son and wiped her eyes. "I'm going to bed. Just remember to lock the door and turn everything off before you go to bed," she said.

"Okay." Alan kissed his mother's damp cheek and forced a smile.

"I love you so much, Alan," she said.

"I love you too, Mom -- you know that."

Kristin nodded, then slowly got up from the couch.

Alan watched his mother leave the room, wondering if their lives would ever again be like they once were.

###

The next afternoon Alan left school early. He was too sad and upset to concentrate and knew it would be a waste of time going to class. As he walked up the driveway towards the house he saw his father's truck in the yard. A smile formed on his face. He ran the rest of the way and hurried inside.

When Alan did not see his father in either the kitchen or living room he went upstairs. In his parents' bedroom was his father, tossing clothes in an open suitcase on the bed.

"Hi, Dad," Alan said, watching his father.

"Hey," Jim replied, looking stone-faced.

"What ya doing?" Alan asked.

"Just gathering up some of my clothes."

Alan sighed. He wanted to cry, but he had not allowed either of his parents to see him cry since he was a child. "Dad, there must be some way that you and Mom can work this out..."

Jim froze and sighed. A pair of pants dangled from his hand. "I wish... I hope so. But I don't know. I fucked-up big-time, Alan. Let this be a lesson to you: if you ever really love someone, don't ever do anything to jeopardize that."

Alan nodded and gulped down the lump in his throat.

"You probably hate me and think I'm horrible now." Jim gave his son a sideways look, unable to meet his eyes. 

"No, just human and weak sometimes -- like me, and everyone else," Alan told his father.

Jim nodded and reached for his wallet. He pulled out a small stack of bills and handed them to Alan. "Here, take this -- just in case something comes up, like an emergency, and you need some money," Jim told his son.

"Thanks, Dad, but..."

"Take it, Alan. I want to know that you and your mother are okay while I'm gone. You take care of her too, you hear?"

Alan nodded, unable to look at his father's face.

Jim resumed pulling shirts from hangers and trousers from drawers and tossed them in his suitcase. Once it was full he zipped it, then turned to his son.

"I'm staying with Bobby and Melinda. If you need me, or want to talk, that's where I'll be until I go back on the road in another few days. After that, call my cell. The same goes for your mother -- although I doubt she has anything nice to say to me. Bobby and Melinda said to say 'hi' to you, by-the-way."

Alan smiled, thinking of his aunt and uncle -- especially his pretty aunt, who was his father's youngest sister. "Tell them I said 'hi' too," he said, finally smiling.

Jim smirked at his son. "Melinda said to give you a hug for her -- although it wouldn't feel the same coming from me."

Alan grinned and gave a soft, nervous laugh as he and his father exchanged knowing glances.

Jim trudged down the stairs carrying his suitcase, fearing he might cry. Without saying another word, he gave his son a quick hug before walking out to his truck.

Alan stood at the back door, watching his father leave the yard and wondering if he would ever be back.

###

When his mother got home from work that afternoon Alan was watching television, or at least staring at it, if not paying attention. He looked up when she entered the living room.

"Hey, how was work?"

"Okay," Kristin said. She sat down beside her son. "How was your day?"

"Okay. Dad stopped by this afternoon."

"What did he want?" Kristin sounded both angry and curious.

"To pick up some clothes. He's staying with Uncle Bobby and Aunt Melinda. If you want to talk with him you can call him there."

"Well -- I don't," Kristin said in a curt, icy voice.

Alan sat up on the couch and turned towards his mother. "You still love him though, don't you, Mom?" he asked.

"Yes. Of course I do. But right now I'm really hurt and angry," she said.

"Have you ever felt that way before?" her son asked.

"Sure."

"And you got over it..."

Kristin smiled at her son, finally understanding what he was getting at. "I don't know about this though, Honey. It's a big one," she sighed.

Alan gave an understanding nod, looking sad an disappointed. The truth of the matter was that he had mixed feelings about his parents getting back together, and almost hated himself for it. Alan loved his father and missed him when he was away. Still, he was coming to terms with his forbidden emotions for his mother and their transitioning relationship. He wanted his parents to be able to repair their marriage, but he also wanted he and his mother to become lovers. At the moment, both scenarios seemed to be in opposition with one another and equally unlikely to happen.

"What do you want for supper?" Kristin asked her son, sounding weary.

"I don't know. Nothing, I guess. I'm not really hungry," he told her.

"Me either and I don't feel like cooking, to be honest," she replied. "I'm going to go get changed. I'll be back down in a while."

Alan looked up and watched his mother leave the room, then turned back towards the television.

Almost a half hour later Alan heard his mother coming down the stairs. He turned and looked up as she approached the couch. She sat down to his left. Her hair was in a pony tail and she had re-applied her lipstick. She was wearing a light pink tank top and black shorts. Both her top and shorts were a rather tight on her and served to highlight her heart-shaped ass and full bust nicely. Alan took a quick look at her, thinking that she looked ravishing. Immediately his cock began to stiffen.

"I never knew you watched Dr. Phil," Kristin said, gesturing towards the television.

"I don't, usually. But today it's making my life seem more normal," he replied.

Kristin smiled and put her right arm around her son's broad shoulders. She held on to his right shoulder and leaned closer to him to gave his cheek a kiss.

"We'll get through this, Honey. One way or another," she promised.

"I know, but right now it sucks," he said, then sighed. "Oh... Dad gave me some money this afternoon... here." Alan dug into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out the bills that Jim had given him. He handed them to his mother.

"No. You keep that, Honey. He gave it to you." Kristin said, pushing his hand away.

"He gave it to me in case we needed it for something. It's not just for me, Mom."

"Okay, but you hold onto it. There must be things you need," his mother said.

Alan thought for a moment, then smiled. "I have an idea: how about I take you out to dinner. You said you don't feel like cooking and it's probably been ages since you were at a restaurant."

Kristin leaned back, still draping her arm over his shoulders. "Are you asking me out on a date?" She gave her son a teasing smile as her eyes met his and shimmered.

Alan felt himself blush, but the flirtatious look on his mother's pretty face excited him. "Well, I heard that you and your man had a fallin' out and I was thinkin' that you might be interested."

When his mother laughed it made Alan happy. He was pleased to be able to make her smile again. Her right breast rubbed over his back and he soon had an erection.

"I'd love to. How about tomorrow night though? I'm kind of drained right now."

Alan gave his mother an understanding nod. "Tomorrow it is, then," he agreed.

Kristin leaned forward and kissed her son's cheek once more. She pressed her chest against his broad back, resting her chin on his left shoulder and placing her palm on his right shoulder.

"Thanks, Honey. I don't think I've been out anywhere since New Year's Eve. This will be fun," she said, then grew silent for a few moments. "I don't know what to wear though."

"How about the dress you wore New Year's Eve?" Alan suggested. He smiled and felt his cock grow harder as he recalled the dress. It was a black halter dress with a deep, plunging neckline and a gathered waist that accentuated his mother's full bust and narrow waist.

"I don't know about that. It's a little too revealing," his mother replied, sounding hesitant. 

"No. I think it looks great on you, Mom," Alan replied. "Besides, I want to take you out somewhere nice."

"Ah... what I meant was it shows too much -- in the front. I can't wear a bra with it either, since it leaves my shoulders and back bare. On New Year's eve I was afraid that my boobs were going to fall out if I moved too much." 

Alan smiled at his mother's comment, but said nothing.

"I saw that grin, mister," Kristin taunted. "You're as bad as your father is. When he kissed me at midnight on the dance floor, he pulled my dress aside and kissed my boob too."

Alan let out a sharp laugh and turned to smile at his mother. She was blushing. "Did anyone else see?" he asked.

"I don't know. Probably. But I'd had enough champagne by then that I didn't care." Kristin gave a sexy giggle and pressed her chest harder to her son's back. Her clit was swelling and her soft, pink lips were getting wetter.

"It didn't bother you that strangers saw it?" he asked, obviously surprised.

"No. But is that any worse than you walking in on me and your father in here a couple of days ago?" she asked, giving him a nervous smile.

Alan's only response was an uncomfortable shrug and a faint smirk.

"Oh, don't look so embarrassed. It's not like it's the first time you've seen me topless," she reminded him.

"But at least you had a bra on in the bathroom," he replied.

Kristin slid her arm from around her son and leaned back on the couch. She gave him an apprehensive look. "If I tell you something, do you promise to try not to get mad at me?" she asked, shifting her eyes about.

"Of course I won't get mad, Mom. What is it?" Alan was now very curious about what his mother was about to say. He turned on the couch to face her.

"Remember last Saturday, when Joey was over and you guys were in your room?" she began.

"Yeah." Alan nodded.

"Well, I was outside your door, putting towels and face cloths away in the closet, and I over-heard you guys talking... and I... I heard you tell him about the times you saw me... topless, I mean."

"Mom... I'm... I'm sorry."

"No... don't be. I'm not mad, Sweetie. I just wanted to be honest about it so we'd have no secrets."

"Okay. But I shouldn't have told Joey about that. I regret that now. I'm sorry, Mom."

"You're forgiven, Honey. But don't tell him any more though -- about what you've seen lately and what we've talked about. Please." Kristin's dark eyes moved up to meet her son's as she gave him a pleading look.

"No, I won't. I promise," Alan vowed in a sombre tone.

Kristin gave her son a relieved smile. "I hope you liked what you saw," she said with a shy look, almost smiling.

"I... I love everything about you, Mom," Alan stammered.

"Every little detail, right?" she teased.

Alan gave his mother a knowing smile. Her eyes sparkled with an impish glint as they met his. The corners of her mouth curled up as she gave her son a loving smile.

Kristin sat up and gently slid her arms around her son's waist. She shuddered a little when she felt his right hand roam over her back and his other one resting just above her right hip.

"Tell me something: what did you mean when you told Joey that you'd felt them?" Kristin looked up, giving her son a puzzled look. 

"Oh, I meant sort of like, brushing my fingers along the side of one sometimes," he explained bashfully.

Kristin let out a short burst of laughter. "You've probably felt them more than your father has lately."

Alan smiled, feeling a little guilty. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. What?" Kristin leaned back on the couch again and rested her hands in her lap.

"Since you met Dad... over the years, have you ever let anyone else feel them?" he asked his mother, feeling his cock throb in anticipation of her answer.

"Ahh... let anyone? No. But there have been times when Jim's friends have let their hands wander a bit when they hugged me at parties, or when they were over here watching a ballgame and got me alone. Sort of like you said you've done, only a lot less subtle because they'd had a few beers. I never told your father though, so you shouldn't either."

Alan nodded. He tried to picture what his mother had disclosed as he grew more horny.

"Something else interesting happened last New Year's Eve," she said. "I'll tell you if you swear to keep it to yourself."

Alan gave his mother a solemn nod. He leaned back on the sofa beside her. She turned to face him, leaning on her right hip, and Alan noticed her breasts shift beneath her tank top.

"Well, we had gone with Bobby and Melinda that night. She had won the tickets at a raffle at work or something. Anyway, after midnight, after your father had already pulled my dress aside to kiss my boob, we were still dancing. Bobby and Melinda waltzed over and Melinda asked if we could switch partners. She said she wanted to dance with her big brother. I would have minded if it weren't his sister, but what could I say? So, Bobby and I started to dance. A little while later I realized he was hard; it was poking in my stomach, you know. He was taking peeks at my boobs while we waltzed, but I pretended not to notice. Then after a while his hand slid up and touched my left one. I pushed it back down and warned him to be good or I'd tell Jim."

"What did he do?" Alan asked his mother.

"He apologized. He was a little drunk too, so I forgave him. The music stopped soon after that and I hurried back to Jim, but get this: when I hugged him, he was hard!"

Alan smiled at his mother. "Well, you probably have that effect on a lot of men," he said.

"No... what I meant was he was already hard -- from dancing with Melinda," she explained.

"Wow..." Alan gasped. "Now I'm shocked."

"Why? I've seen how you look at Melinda. I bet you'd have the same reaction if she was rubbing against you." Kristin gave her son a cunning smile.

Alan smiled. "Maybe... but... she's his sister," he said.

Kristin gave her son an incredulous look and chuckled to herself. "Yeah... but she has nice tits and Jim was already pretty horny."

Alan smiled, chuckling quietly but said nothing.

"Besides, I'm your mother, but that's never stopped you from getting a little worked-up around me, has it?" Kristin gave her son a sly grin.

Alan gave his mother a redfaced look, then lowered his eyes, tacitly admitting that she was right.

Kristin frowned when she saw the abashed look on her son's face. She had only meant her comment to be teasing, not a condemnation. She reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. "Hey... I was only teasing you. I'm not angry about it," she said, trying to sound soothing.

Alan lifted his eyes. When he saw her smile he was somewhat relieved.

Kristin curled up on the couch once more, drawing her knees up towards her. She tugged at Alan's hand, resting his wrist on her hip, then slid her left arm around his waist as she wiggled closer to him. She felt his hand slide down, brushing over her ass. It excited her and made her wonder if he would grab it.

"Things have changed between us, haven't they?" she said, looking serious.

"Yeah, I guess," he acknowledged.

"Is that okay? Do you like it?" Kristin sounded nervous and worried.

"Do you?" he countered, furrowing his brow.

Kristin laughed at her son's shrewdness. "I asked you first," she insisted.

"I... ah... yeah, but if you don't..."

"I do. I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable with it though," she told him.

"Yeah, it's nice... really nice," Alan said, sounding calm now. "I love you, Mom, and I like it that we're... closer with each other.

"I love you too, Honey. But we should be careful about how close we get, shouldn't we?" 

Alan slid over on the cushion of the sofa until his thigh was touching her knees. "Is this too close," he asked, smirking.

Kristin laughed, but said nothing. When she felt her son's right hand slide up her back and begin to caress her she gave a quiet sigh and nuzzled closer to him. Neither of them said anything. His loving touch and the serene expression on her face was all the communication they needed.




Kristin Takes A Lover



After about twenty minutes Kristin dozed off. Alan never disturbed her. He rested his arm over her midriff and let her sleep peacefully, content to just hold her and take in her beauty. After close to a half hour she stirred and opened her eyes. She looked up at her son and smiled, brushing her hair from her eye.

"I fell asleep. Sorry," she said in a tired voice.

"It's okay. You must have been tired," her son replied.

Kristin sat up and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I was. Now I'm hungry. You feel like having a sandwich or something?"

Alan nodded. He followed his mother to the kitchen where they made themselves each a smoked meat sandwich. They sat at opposite ends of the table, eating and exchanging silent smiles occasionally. The sexual tension had returned, but both of them enjoyed the undercurrent of forbidden lust they were feeling.

"I think I'm going to go to bed early," Kristin announced once she had finished eating.

Alan nodded, disappointed to not be able to spend any more time with her that evening. He gave her a somewhat surprised look, then glanced at the wall clock. "Have a good sleep," he said.

"I know it's early, but I brought a book home from the store and I want to curl up in bed and read for a while," she explained.

Kristin was at the sink where she had just put her empty plate. She turned around and placed her hand on her son's right shoulder, smiling. "So, tomorrow night I have a dinner date with a handsome young man...?" she said, seeking to confirm plans with her son.

Alan smiled and looked up at her. He nodded once more, then chuckled. "No, you're going with me," he joked.

Kristin bent down and kissed her son's cheek. "That's what I meant -- a handsome young man," she reiterated.

Alan reached for his mother's hand, resting on his shoulder. He pressed his lips to the back of it and kissed it.

"You're such a gentleman," Kristin said. She wrapped her arms around Alan's neck loosely and pulled him to her. She felt her breasts brush over him and arched her back slightly, pressing them to him a bit more.

"Not always," he said, then grinned.

"Oh... should I consider that a warning?" Kristen craned her neck up to meet her son's eyes.

Alan gave his mother an enigmatic smirk. "Maybe..." he said.

"Well, I'm not always a lady, so we make a good pair then," she teased.

Alan shrugged, not wanting to agree with her, even in jest.

"Okay, you have a good night, Honey." Kristin gave her son's cheek another kiss before going upstairs.

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Alan was excited all of the next day in anticipation of taking his mother out to dinner that evening. He was also filled with nervous tension and sexual energy. As soon as he arrived home from school he showered, then took his suit from the closet. It was black, double-breasted. He had not worn it for the better part of a year. This would be the first time he had worn it for neither a wedding or a funeral. Alan smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror after he dressed, pleased with his appearance. He adjusted his red silk tie and pushed his hair back. 

He went downstairs and called Le Cave, a small, trendy bistro downtown, to make reservations for that evening. Neither Alan nor his mother had ever been there before. It was the sort of eatery that they would have liked to have gone to, but found it too expensive. The money that Alan's father had given him now made it possible.

As soon as five o'clock arrived Kristin closed her store and hurried home. Like her son, she was anticipating their evening out with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Kristin smiled to herself as she drove. She had not felt this way since she had been dating Jim when they were slightly younger than her son presently was. Kristin could feel her clit begin to swell and throb. Soon she was becoming wet. The sensations felt wonderful, but she told herself that she must calm down some. The evening had not yet begun and she could not allow herself to get too aroused too soon. As she drove up the driveway to their yard Kristin wondered how the evening would end. She left her mind open to any possibility, but already her pussy was ready to welcome Alan within it's warm, wet folds.

When Kristin entered the living room and saw her son sitting on the couch the excitement she had felt while driving home returned. He looked so handsome that she just stared at him for a few moments, smiling. She felt a mixture of pride and arousal as she looked him over.

"My... don't you look handsome!" she gushed.

Alan gave his mother a pleased smile. "Thanks," he said. "You look great every day; at least I can try for once."

Kristin laughed at his flattery and modesty. "I'm going to have to work harder than usual to look good so I don't look frumpy next to you though," she said.

Alan gave his head a shake. "You could never look frumpy, Mom. Are you going to wear that black dress?" he asked, looking hopeful.

"Should I?" she asked, seeming bashful and nervous.

"Absolutely. You looked great in it New Year's Eve."

"Okay... just for you." Kristin gave her son a warm, loving smile.

"I made reservations at Le Cave for seven thirty."

Kristin looked at her watch. "Okay. I better go get showered and changed then," she told Alan.

Alan waited on the living room couch, listening to the sound of the shower coming from upstairs. He had been hard since his mother had arrived home and knew he probably would be throughout most of the evening. He was glad that his suit jacket covered the front of his trousers because they did little to conceal his erection.

"So, how do I look?"

Alan heard his mother's nervous-sounding voice as she walked through the downstairs hall towards the living room. He turned on the couch as she entered and felt his pulse quicken. She was breathtaking. In addition to the black halter dress Kristin was wearing black high heels and diamond studded earrings with a hint of make-up. Alan smiled as he ran his eyes over her from head to toe.

"You look beautiful, Mom," he said in a quiet voice.

Kristin smiled, clutching a small black leather purse in her right hand. She was very happy to hear her son's compliment. She felt pretty and sexy. Alan's remark and the way he looked at her helped to reinforce that.

"I better not bend over though. This dress barely holds everything in." Kristin let out a nervous giggle as she looked down and tugged the strips of material covering her breasts closer together.

Alan stared at his mother's chest. Her dress was gathered at the waist and helped to accentuate her ample bust, which was scarcely covered and held in place by two strips of black fabric pulled taut over her. He could see her mounds quiver slightly as she moved. Between them he could see a V-shaped strip of her torso, running down to almost her waist. The dress left her arms, shoulders and most of her back bare. Alan's cock throbbed as he surveyed his beautiful mother.

"You look stunning, Mom," he said, unable to hide his admiration. "If anything falls out tonight, I'll help you put it back in place."

Kristin laughed, but mostly out of nervousness. She stepped closer to Alan and ran her hand up and down his right arm. "Always ready to help a damsel in distress, huh?" she joked.

"Yes. Besides, I wouldn't want you lifting anything too heavy," he teased.

Kristin let out a titter and smiled at her son. She glanced down to her chest, then slowly lifted her eyes to meet his, giving him a sultry look. "They do feel a little heavy without a bra holding them up," she said, feeling herself blush as her clit tingled.

"Ready to go?" Alan asked.

Alan escorted his mother out to her car. He sat silently in the passenger seat as she drove to the restaurant. He and Kristin never spoke, but they exchanged nervous glances while she waited at a red light. Alan's cock throbbed and he wondered if his mother was turned-on like he was, even a little.

Shortly after they arrived at the dimly-lit restaurant they were ushered to their table and handed menus. A candle flickered in a red glass container on the table between them. Beside that a solitary red silk rose was in a tall glass vase. Alan looked around the room.

"I've always wanted to go here, but it's so expensive," Kristin said, peering over her menu at her son.

"Me too, but let's not worry about that tonight. I want you to enjoy yourself, Mom. You deserve it," he said.

Kristin reached across the table. She gave her son's hand a firm squeeze and smiled. Already her panties were becoming damp and Kristin was glad that the muted lighting helped to hide the flush of arousal on her cheeks. As she slid her hand back to the menu she glanced down to her cleavage showing in the opening of her dress. Rather than being shy, she hoped that her son enjoyed the view.

When their server came to take their orders Kristin grew nervous. Her guilt and arousal caused her to assume that the pretty young woman standing beside their table, not much older than Alan, would somehow realize that her companion was her son and not some handsome young boy toy she had managed to seduce through her feminine wiles. Kristin ordered, not taking her eyes from the menu clutched in her hands. Once their server left she felt relaxed once more.

"She's pretty," Kristin remarked, dreading her son's reply.

"Huh...?" Alan grunted, raising his eyes from his mother's chest.

"The girl who took our order -- she's pretty," Kristin explained, almost frowning.

"I never noticed," her son said. "There's not a woman in here who out-shines you, Mom."

Kristin beamed a smile at her son, feeling her pussy getting even wetter. "You say all the right things, Honey. I don't know where you get your charm from," she said.

Alan shrugged. "I'm just being honest," he told her, then grew nervous. "Is that okay?"

"It's perfect. If you weren't my son, Jim would have something to worry about," Kristin said with a smile, although she was being very serious.

"What's going to happen with you and Dad?" Alan asked.

Kristin sighed and shook her head. "I don't know. He and I have so much history and so much invested in our marriage that... you know what -- never mind him tonight. He's not here. Let's you and I enjoy ourselves, okay?"

"Okay," Alan agreed, giving his mother a warm smile.

By the time their food was brought to them neither Alan nor his mother were particularly hungry. Their carnal libidos had overwhelmed any craving for food. Alan pushed his pasta around on his plate with his fork, glancing up at his mother occasionally. She was picking at her chicken breast and mushrooms, but seemed about as interested in her food as he was. They ate silently, each secretly wishing they were back home in each-other's arms.

Alan managed to eat most of his food before pushing his plate away. He noticed that his mother had not finished her entire meal either.

"Didn't you like it?" Kristin asked.

"Yeah. I'm just not that hungry, I guess," her son replied.

Kristin smiled, surmising that he was thinking what she was. "Ready to leave?" she asked.

Alan gave his mother an eager nod and smiled.

As they walked back to her car Kristin hooked her arm around her son's and pressed herself against him. She kissed his cheek and smiled into his eyes.

"Thanks for buying me dinner. This was the nicest date I've been on in years," she said.

Alan turned his head and gave his mother a look of surprise. "Was this a date?" he asked.

"Well, it's the closest I've had to one in a long time," she replied with a nervous smile.

During the ride home Alan was silent. He tried to think of something to say to break the silence but was too nervous. He noticed that his mother seemed somewhat anxious as well. She was gripping the steering wheel firmly and staring straight ahead as she drove. He wondered what she was thinking.

After Kristin parked her car in the yard Alan followed her in to the house. He locked the door behind them and loosened his tie then unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. His mother was standing beside the kitchen table, smiling at him. As he approached her she extended her arms to give him a hug.

"Thanks again, Honey. I had a wonderful night." Kristin gave him a kiss on the cheek and pulled him tighter to her.

Alan ran his hand up his mother's bare back, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin. Her firm breasts were pressed to his chest. He tilted his eyes down to look into her cleavage, which her dress was revealing plenty of. A few seconds later Kristin backed away from her son with a sigh.

"I've been wanting to get these shoes off all night. They're killing my feet," she said.

Kristin braced her left hand on the kitchen table and leaned over to unfasten the strap of her left shoe. She felt her breasts sway and shift inside her dress as she bent over, tugging at her shoe. As she pulled her shoe off she noticed her left nipple peeking out from the strip of material that had been covering it. She gasped and clutched her hand to her chest as she straightened her back. When she looked up at her son she realized that he was staring directly at her partially exposed breast. She felt herself blush as she tugged at her dress to cover herself.

"I was afraid of that happening," she said with a bashful smile.

"Better for it to happen here than at the restaurant," Alan said, feeling his cock throb.

"I suppose," his mother concluded with a shy grin. She could feel her clit throb as her son ran his eyes over her. Her panties were soaked now and she wished that she could take them off.

"You still have to take your other shoe off," Alan reminded her, pointing down to his mother's right foot.

Kristin gave her son a foxy smile, knowing what he was anticipating. Slowly, she leaned over and unfastened the strap of her shoe. She felt her breasts shift and sway inside her dress. When she took a quick glance at them she was surprised to see that neither had slipped from her halter dress this time. She tugged her shoe off and smiled at Alan as she straightened her back.

"No wardrobe malfunction this time," she remarked.

"Nope," he said, trying not to look as dismayed as he was.

"Disappointed?" she asked with a grin, although only somewhat jokingly.

Alan smirked, but didn't answer.

"I bet you're probably used to seeing more than just a little boob at the end of an evening after a date, aren't you?" Kristin said, trying to sound light-hearted, although she assumed it was the case.

"It... ah... wasn't little, Mom," Alan retorted. He felt somewhat apprehensive about making such a blatant remark, but his arousal had begun to override his judgment.

Kristin felt a rush of excitement well in the centre of her chest and spread down to her hard clit. Her entire body began growing warmer and she could feel her clit pulse. "Oh... was it bigger than your other dates' boobs?" she asked, knowing that she was leading the conversation somewhere taboo.

Alan nodded. "Yeah... a lot," he murmured, staring at his mother's chest.

"Bigger's not always better though. Mine aren't firm and perky like the ones girls your age have," she said, frowning.

"I... ah... don't know." Alan looked up to his mother's face with a thin grin.

Kristin smiled, understanding the subtext of his remark. She grew nervous as her mind reeled with both the possibilities and the consequences of where the conversation was going. She had been over this time and time again in her mind. It always ended the same: with her giving in to her son's advances and her own desires, despite how forbidden she reminded herself they were.

"You don't? But -- you told Joey that you've felt them," she said, sounding a little perplexed.

Alan blushed and shrugged, hoping that his mother would change the topic and spare him any embarrassment. 

Kristin took a step forward and placed her hands on her son's waist. "Do you want to know a secret of mine?" she said in almost a whisper. Nervousness showed in her eyes as they searched out his.

"Yeah," he said, hoping to not sound as excited as he was.

Silence for a few moment followed and Kristen slowly inhaled, steeling her courage. "I pretended to not notice those times your hand wandered where it shouldn't have." Kristin said with a foxy grin. She felt her heart stutter as she waited for her son to react.

Alan gave his mother an incredulous stare, mouth slightly agape. "You mean you knew?" he said, almost in disbelief.

His mother tightened her mouth and nodded. "I never said anything because... well, I didn't know how to bring it up with you and I felt guilty about it."

"Guilty -- why?" Alan cocked his head to one side, looking at his mother through narrowed eyes.

"Because I liked it." Kristin's breathy voice faded to a hush as she spoke and her eyes shifted about. Her heart was racing faster, but now it was from nervousness more than arousal.

His mother's admission excited Alan more than it shocked him. It made his lust for her intensify and he grew bolder. He hoped that that she might not resist if he were to make an inappropriate advance at her.

Before his courage could leave him Alan reached out for his mother's left breast. He pressed his palm on the underside of it, pushing upwards as his fingers curled around it. He squeezed it, gently at first, then harder when he felt her thick nipple poking into his palm. He heard her faint gasp of surprise as her wide eyes moved down to his hand. Then a smile slowly appeared on her rosy face.

"Was this what you really wanted to do to me?" she asked, her voice heavy with lust.

Alan swallowed and nodded. "Yeah," he groaned, staring at the shape of her breast beneath the strip of black cloth. He squeezed as much of her firm mound into his trembling hand as he could.

Kristin placed her hands on her son's waist. Her knees felt weak and she was light headed with arousal. "Tonight they're all yours," she said. 

She looked down, watching her son caress and grope at her. He was kneading her breast harder now, spurred-on by her words and his own arousal. His eagerness excited her even more. She ran her hand up his spine, then back down to the small of his back and pulled him tighter to her willing body. His hard shaft rubbed against her thigh through her clothes and she wanted to feel it. Not only in her hand, but inside her too -- wherever he wanted to put it. When she felt his hand slip inside her dress to pinch her swollen nipple she moaned. The kitchen was silent except for their breathing.

After well over a minute had passed Kristin said "Do I feel okay?" 

Alan's eyes met hers and he smiled lovingly at her. "You feel wonderful, Mom," he said, his voice full of arousal. "You're so beautiful." He leaned closer, holding her breast tighter and kissed her cheek. Her skin felt hot on his lips and he let them linger there a few seconds.

"You make me feel beautiful," Kristin said, almost whispering. She reached for her dress and pulled it aside, uncovering his hand and her breast. When he looked up in surprise she smiled and said "Well, you wanted to see it, didn't you?"

Her son nodded and let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah," he breathed. His groping had turned to gentle strokes as he stared at her bare breast, silently admiring it. He traced her areola with the tip of his finger, staring at her thick nipple.

Alan's caress filled Kristin with emotions she had not felt so strongly in years. She realized that she had begun to regard him not as just her son, but as a lover too. Her heart pounding, Kristin tugged at the right side of her dress, feeling her breast slip from it with a bounce. She looked down and ran her fingertips over her thick nipple. Her eyes met Alan's again as he stared at her bare chest in surprise and ardor.

"You may as well see them both, right?" she said with a nervous smile.




Kristin Takes A Lover



"Yeah... thanks," he replied.

When Kristin saw her son lick his lips as he focused on her stiff, dusky nipples she knew what he was thinking. What's more, she wanted him to do it. Cupping the back of his head in her hand she drew him closer. "Suck on them," she urged.

When she felt Alan's wet lips wrap around her right nipple and begin to suck Kristin shuddered, then moaned, louder than she had earlier when it was only his hand touching her. She ran her finger's through her son's hair, keeping his head close to her bosom to encourage him. Soon he was holding both of her breasts tight in his hands and moving his lips from one nipple to the other, swirling his tongue around them and teasing them until she moaned louder in pleasure. She began swaying her hips slowly so her thigh rubbed over his thick, hard shaft.

Kristin undid the buttons of Alan's suit coat. When she began tugging it down his shoulders he let his arms go limp at his side. She pulled it off of him and draped it over the back of a chair. "You look so handsome," she said, running her eyes over him. 

"And you're beautiful," he replied.

Kristin let out a self-conscious giggle as she lowered her eyes, then met her son's gaze once more. "You're only saying that because my tits are hanging out," she retorted.

"No, Mom, I mean it. Seriously," he said. "You're gorgeous." He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close to him again, watching how her pendulous breasts swayed.

"Thanks, Honey." Kristin looked down at the front of her son's trousers and noticed how his erection was tenting them. She stared at it, smiling, then said "I guess I've gotten you a little excited."

"More than a little," he said, his voice heavy with arousal.

"Yeah, there isn't anything little about it from what I can tell," she teased in a husky voice.

When Alan took his mother's hand in his and began pulling it towards his hard cock he felt her resist for a moment, then her arm went limp as she stared down at the noticeable tent in his trousers. He pressed her hand to his hard shaft and began moving her palm over it and pushing her fingers to his balls. When she began voluntarily moving her hand over his erection he rocked his hips slowly, pushing the swollen head of his cock into her warm hand.

"I can't believe that I did this to you," she said in a hoarse voice as she watched the material of his pants grow taut over his cock.

"It's not the first time, Mom." Alan slid his hand over his mother's left hip to her ass. He stroked it then squeezed it, pulling her to him as he groped her.

"Or the last, I suppose." Kristin's voice had grown shy, almost hopeful as she posed her question.

"Do you want it to be?"

Her son's serious question caught her by surprise and Kristin looked up at him. She stopped rubbing his throbbing cock, but left her hand pressed to it, feeling it twitch through his trousers. She thought for a moment, then said "I don't know. This is all so new. And we shouldn't even be doing this, Alan. It's..."

"Exciting," he interjected with a wide smile.

Kristin laughed nervously. "I was going to say it's wrong," she replied.

"Can anything two adults who love one another and want to do really be wrong?" he countered.

After thinking for a few seconds his mother frowned. She let out a faint sigh as guilt and arousal dueled within her. "I guess not," she said. "But this isn't a normal situation -- you know that. And we can't give in to these feelings all the time." After she finished Kristin realized that her hand was still cupping her son's package. She drew her fingers over him and rested her palm on his left hip.

"No, but tonight is special," Alan said as he looked into her eyes.

Kristin felt overwhelmed with love and arousal when she saw the look on her son's face. She had seen that look on men before, but it had been longer than she could recall when. And now she was seeing it from the most unlikely person in the world. Still she felt herself giving in to the feelings she was having, although she knew she shouldn't. She was so wet that her panties were becoming damp and her tingling clit made it impossible for her to think rationally, or about anything other than how her son's hard cock would feel inside her. She looked into his eyes and saw the longing in them. It fed her need.

Alan placed his left hand on his mother's waist and glided his right one up her back. He drew her to him until their mouths were inches apart. He could feel her hot breath as he parted his lips and pressed them to hers. A sound left her throat and he couldn't tell if it was surprise or from pleasure, but he felt her moist lips part as he kissed her, pinching her bottom lip between his as he stroked her back. She responded to him as his tongue met hers and she moaned into his mouth. Seconds later she moaned again as he pulled away, licking his lips and tasting her lipstick.

"You make it hard for a girl to say no," she said as she caught her breath.

"I love you, Mom. And I want you."

Kristin nodded. "I love you too," she said. It was unlike she had ever spoken the words to him before because the emotions were different for her now. "God help me, but I want you too, Honey."

Alan smiled at his mother. He was grateful for her love and her mutual longing, but he also understood her hesitancy. "Come with me," he said.

When Alan took her by the hand and guided her out of the kitchen Kristen knew where he was taking her, and why. In that moment he was not only her son but her lover too. She followed him up the stairs to her bedroom and stood beside her bed, watching as he got undressed. Once he was naked she stared at his thick shaft as it pointed up towards her slightly agape mouth. His heavy balls swayed as he approached her.

"Can I take this off?" he asked, hooking his finger in the strap of her dress that should have been covering her breast.

Kristin nodded, then felt herself relax as her son undressed her. He was slow and gentle as he slid her dress down her body to the floor. Then bending down, he began tugging at her damp panties. His hands stroked her hips and legs as he slid them down so she could step out of them. He paused for a few moments, smiling as he eyed the thin patch of dark hair that partially hid her wet folds.

"You're beautiful, Mom," Alan said in a thick aroused voice as his hands held her hips.

When Alan pulled her to him Kristin could feel his shaft slide over her wet lips. She shuddered and held his shoulders, wanting to feel his body and needing to support herself. Her hips shifted making his hard cock glide over her clit. She looked down to where their bodies met and where they would soon be joined together as one.

As gently and lovingly as he had ushered her up the stairs, Alan moved his mother down on her bed beside him. He ran his hand up her body to her left shoulder and moved her down on her back as he lay beside her. She reached up for him, holding his hips as he got between her parted thighs. He looked down at her and smiled as his hand stroked her left thigh. Taking her calf in his hand he guided it around the small of his back. Kristin shifted her hips, wrapping her legs around her son. 

Kristin reached out and held her son's swaying balls in her fingers. She gave them a gentle squeeze, then ran her hand up the underside of his shaft and curled her fingers around it. It was hot and pulsed when she gripped it harder. She could feel the veins and skin in her hand as he moved the swollen head closer to her slightly parted lips. She gasped and held his ass when he entered her. Her pussy released another gush of musky juice as he sank deeper in her until she could feel his weight upon her.

Alan slid his hand under his mother's left shoulder and began thrusting. He clenched his jaw, moaning when he felt her grip his shaft tight within her walls. Her breasts began to quiver as he began moving faster, working his thick cock in and out of her. She began moaning and digging her fingernails into his firm ass. Her hips moved up occasionally to meet his stabbing meat, wanting him in her as deep as possible.

"God... you feel so good," Kristin moaned. "Fuck me harder, Honey. Show me what you've always wanted to do to me."

His mother's wanton encouragement excited Alan even more. He slid his hands down to grip her hips and lifted her from the bed. Holding her firm ass tight he began thrusting harder and faster, listening to the sounds their bodies made as they met and his meat moved in and out of her juicy pussy. Her breasts shook harder and she reached for her left nipple, pulling and twisting at it as she moaned and writhed beneath her son.

"Mmmm... yes... oh god, Alan... please, don't stop... your cock feels so good," Kristin moaned through clenched teeth. Her heels dug into his back and she twisted about as his shaft filled her. When she had her first small orgasm she arched her back and held him to her, grinding her clit against him for a few moments before relaxing some. "More... please, Honey," she begged.

Alan could feel his own orgasm slowly building. He was breathing harder and holding his mother's firm rump tighter so his fingertips sank into her soft skin. He looked down, watching his shaft, wet and shiny with her juice, move in and out of her pink folds.

When her son quickly withdrew from her and straddled her Kristin knew what he would like. she smiled up at him, holding her breasts together. "Fuck them... cum all over them," she moaned. 

Her son's slick cock moved between her mounds as he squeezed them and Kristin reached down between them. Her juice was running down to her ass and she began rubbing her aching clit. She came hard, lifting up from the bed and crying out. It was then she felt his cum splash over her.

"Oh god, Mom," Alan cried out as he came.

Kristin watched his his thick cum shot from his slit. The first blast sprayed over her chin and lips. As she was licking it from herself she felt more coating her breasts, running down over her nipples. She watched as her son kept pumping his glistening cock between her mounds, spreading his seed over her until he began to soften. With a heavy sigh he turned and rolled off of her onto his side.

The bedroom was quiet except for the heavy breathing of Kristin and her son for close to a minute. The air was charged and heavy with the musky scent of their lovemaking. After a short time Kristin turned on her side to face Alan. She could feel his cum running down her breasts and she wiped some from one with her finger to taste it.

"You're a wonderful lover," she said, brushing his hair from his eyes.

"Thanks," he said. "You're amazing too. I love you, Mom." Alan moved closer and kissed his mother's rosy cheek. Her skin was soft and hot on his lips.

"I just hope I didn't... disappoint you," she said, looking bashful.

"No way," Alan said. "You could never do that, Mom. No matter what we were doing." He slid closer to her so he could hold her and feel her body on his.

There was silence once more in the bedroom while Alan and his mother embraced, lazily running their hands over one another's bodies, exploring and touching.

"This has been the best date of my life," she said with a playful giggle.

"Mine too," he agreed, then thought for a few moments. "So, what are your plans for next weekend?"

Kristin smirked. "I'm not sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Hopefully something to top this," her son said.

"That sounds wonderful, but I don't know if I can wait that long," Kristin said.

Alan reached down and pulled the covers up over himself and his mother. He hugged her tight and kissed her. "Then we have the rest of the night to see if we can out-do what we just did," he said.



Kristina



This happened a little over three years ago. It's still the greatest night of my life. I work for a TV station in Atlanta as a news producer. While I enjoy the job, I usually try to stay away from on-air types away from work. As professional as they are on the air, they can be very unprofessional off it. Some have out of control egos, some have staggering insecurities, and so I just try to avoid them when I can. 

The only time I ever wanted to go to a party with mostly on-air personalities was when I learned that Kristina Abernathy from The Weather Channel would be there. I had met Kristina on a handful of occasions and she seemed to be every bit as sweet in person as she is on the air, an incredibly rare combination in TV. That sweetness along with all that blonde hair, that gorgeous face and tight little frame makes her completely irresistible. Irresistible to me and just about every other man in America, too.

This party was started out just as bad as all the other TV related shindigs. I managed to say hello to her, but every time I got near Kristina, five guys who thought they had a shot to take her home with them suddenly swarmed her. These guys did everything except fall to their knees and beg to get into her panties. As they babbled on, she'd periodically catch my eye and give a wry grin. None of these losers would get in her bed (and it should have been very clear to them that they shouldn't waste their time, she had no intention of taking any of them home with her) but they tried anyway. I think her problem was that she didn't come right out and say 'I won't have sex with you' and remove any lingering doubt. Since Kristina is such a nice person, she tried to be subtle. Subtle didn't work with these idiots.

The night wore on and wasn't getting any better for either of us. She was still surrounded by guys who were too dumb to realize she had no interest in them and I couldn't seem to avoid news anchors that were afraid a certain reporter was after their job and reporters who were convinced that the only reason they weren't an anchor yet was because of some gigantic conspiracy. I'd position the reporter so I could look past him and see Kristina. She looked magnificent. She wore a red sweater and black pants that were simple and elegant at the same time. They were just tight enough to let you know she had a spectacular body. She always managed to look elegant, sweet and completely fuckable all at the same time. I finally was able to shake a reporter that seemed to attach himself to me and I started to work my way closer to Kristina. When she saw me coming, she gave me a pleading look that said, 'Get me out of this!'

At the first lull in the conversation, I shoved my way through the men ringing her and said, "Excuse me, gentlemen. Kristina! I've been meaning to talk to you about a new weather feature I'd like to start. I'd love to get your thoughts on it. Can I steal a few minutes of your time?" The guy next to her gave me a look filled with so much hate I almost laughed out loud. The moron actually though he had a shot with her.

Kristina didn't waste a second. "Yes. Absolutely. Excuse me, guys." She practically launched herself at me. In a matter of moments, we were away from her desperate admirers and sitting in a quieter portion of the room. With a smile that made my heart jump into my throat she said, "I think I'll owe you forever for getting me out of there, Bill."

"Well, I figured that you'd like to get home early so you could write in your diary about all the wonderful men you met tonight. You must have dates lined up for the rest of the month."

She laughed ruefully. "Oh, yeah. One date after another." She paused for a moment. When she spoke again, her voice was tinged with disgust. She stared at the wall across from her and spoke to herself as much as me. "It's my own fault. I never should have agreed to come here. I'm not a guest at a party like this; I'm a door prize. The reason I'm invited is to get more guys to show up. The host tells guys, 'Did you know Kristina's going to be there? She hasn't been dating much since she broke up with her boyfriend. You might be the guy that takes her home and fucks the hell out of her. If you're really lucky she'll blow you.' That's all I am to them. A nice piece of ass. I can see it in their eyes when they talk to me. All they're thinking is 'I wonder if she's screamer' or 'I wonder how tight her pussy is.' All of those bastards are the same." 

I was dumbstruck. I sat there perfectly still, with my jaw on the floor, trying to figure out if I heard her correctly. We sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity before I noticed her face turning slightly red. It was as if she just realized what she had said. I grasped for something to say to relieve the tension, but my mind was completely blank.

Kristina spoke first, in a hesitant, quiet voice. "Oh, God. I'm sorry. I just get frustrated by these assholes. I'm so sorry." Her faced reddened further. She spoke in a hoarse whisper. "I can't believe I said that. Please…I'm so sorry." 

I was still reeling. Kristina began to get up, but I at least had enough presence of mind to grab her arm to keep her next to me. My mind focused enough for me to say, "Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. Those losers owe you an apology."

She smiled weakly. "Thanks. But you must think…I don't say things like…I must have sounded like a…" She was completely flustered and looked to be on the verge of tears.

I didn't have any idea what I should do. Kristina looked like she might run away crying at any second and I couldn't let that happen. I slid closer to her and said softly, "Let's get out of here. There's a coffee shop about a block from here. We can go there and talk if you like. And don't worry about me thinking anything about you. You can ask anyone I work with. I don't think."

That last comment at least got a genuine smile from her. "A little coffee does sound good. I definitely want to get out of here." 

She took a moment to compose herself, we said our goodbyes to the host of the party and were walking towards the coffee shop in a matter of minutes. Kristina was quiet as we walked, so I tried to bring her out of her shell. "I hate those parties nearly as much as you do. If I have to listen to another reporter telling my why he should be an anchor, I'm going to tell him the truth. The reason he's not an anchor is because of the evil plot masterminded by the aliens from Gamma 12. What worries me is the reporter will probably buy it." 

Kristina was laughing again. An infectious giggle. As we walked through the door of the little coffee shop and slid into a booth she said, "Thanks for getting me out of there. If you hadn't come up to me when you did, I actually think I would have taken a swing at one of those guys. They didn't even try to hide what they were thinking. I think the only gut there that didn't give me a lewd look was you." After a short pause she added with a grin, "Now that I think about it, I'm almost hurt you didn't leer at me."

"I was going to but I left my x-ray glasses in my other jacket." More laughter from Kristina. And this was anything but my best material. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'd like to say I know what you're going through, but believe it or not women don't stare at me the way guys stare at you. I know that may come as a shock to you."

She stopped giggling long enough to say, "Stop it, Bill! You're a good-looking man. I know a few women that would love to stare at you!"

"Really?" I quickly thrust a pen and piece of paper in front of her. "Come on, names and addresses. Let's go." Kristina kept laughing as the waitress approached to take our order. I looked at her and shook my head. "Look at this. I'm here with a beautiful woman and she can do is laugh at me. Story of my life. Oh well. Two coffees and two glazed doughnuts."

As the waitress went for the coffee and doughnuts, Kristina wrote something on the paper I had given her. I reached for it, but she pushed my hand away. "Be patient. You'll see what I wrote in a bit." 

After our order arrived, Kristina smiled and slid the paper to me. At the top she had written "women who want to stare at you" and underneath that, "Kristina Abernathy." I tried to control my voice as I said, "Don't tease me, Kristina."

She leaned closer to me and whispered, "I'm not. Those jerks at the party made me think. Maybe what I really need is a night of wild sex. No strings. Just uninhibited, scream at the top of our lungs sex." Her eyes were full of fire. "What do you say? Will you take me home and make me scream? I'll be a very good girl for you."

I actually felt dizzy. A woman as spectacular as Kristina doesn't say things like that to me. I don't even have fantasies that good. But here she was, asking me to fuck her. Somehow, I managed to not hyperventilate. "I'll make you scream all night. Let's not waste anymore time. Let's go, now." 

I fumbled for some money to pay the bill as Kristina stood up. Her cheeks had flushed a little and her eyes were so filled with lust, I thought she might throw herself on top of me right there. We practically raced to our cars. I was about to grab her and kiss those sweet lips when she quickly ducked into her car and started the engine. Through the open window she said, "Follow me to my place." Her gaze had fallen on my crotch. "I need to get you out of your jeans." She looked up to my face again. "I need you to fuck me."

I sprinted to my car and quickly fell in behind Kristina. We drove to the suburbs where she has a nice home. She put her car in the garage and leaped out to motion me to park next to her. As I got out of my car, I saw that some of the lust Kristina showed had been replaced by nervousness. She trembled slightly as she waited for me.

I'd never seen a woman look better. And I'd never needed a fuck a woman as much as I needed to fuck her. I grabbed her, feeling her soft, warm body. She stopped trembling when I kissed her. Kristina began to kiss back hungrily. We stumbled to the door leading to her house and fell against it. She broke free from our kiss to unlock the door, sending us sprawling to the floor when it opened. I was on top of her, inches from that perfect face. She looked up at me and whispered, "Fuck me."

"Where's your bedroom?"

"Upstairs."

I pulled her to her feet, picked her up and raced up the stairs. We crashed through her bedroom door and I threw her on her bed. She kicked off her shoes then spread her legs for me. I grabbed her pants, yanking them off to reveal perfectly toned, slender legs and a pair of lacey panties. I loved her red sweater, but it had to go. I pulled her up to a sitting position so I could take it off. Once it was gone, Kristina slowly laid back down to let me admire her body. With the sweater gone, I was staring at the matching lacey bra. Her body was awe-inspiring. Everything was perfectly proportioned to her 5 foot 2 frame. As I tore off my clothes, Kristina unfastened her bra to free her breasts. They popped out and stopped me in my tracks. They were bigger than I expected, about 36C. God, she was my ultimate fantasy. 

I heard Kristina murmur, "Oh, God!" when my cock sprang out my boxers. Her eyes locked on to it. She started squirming in anticipation. I drank in her blonde hair, her angelic face, her large breasts and her wet panties. She squealed, "Please don't make me wait."

I launched myself on top of her. My hands mauled her breasts, my tongue entwined with hers. I worked my way down her body, my tongue lapping at her nipples making her wail with delight. I slid two fingers into her pussy, sending shockwaves through her. It was only a few minutes under my fingers relentless assault before Kristina came. Her body shook violently and let out a scream that started as a low rumble and built to a high- pitched wail. 

I hovered over her, watching her slowly come down from the orgasm. She was gasping for breath as I said, "I want to take my time with, Kristina. I want to slowly enjoy every inch of your body. But that will have to be later. Right now, I need to fuck you as hard as I can."

Her eyes lit up. She was still out of breath, but she managed to say, "Yes…hard as you can…don't hold back, Bill…do what you want…I'll get so loud for you."

I put my hands on her shoulders, pinning her to the bed. I slammed my cock into her pussy so hard, her eyes bulged out and she howled. Kristina's head thrashed from side to side, sending her blonde hair in every direction. That sweet, angelic face you always see on the Weather Channel was now contorted in ecstasy. After a few thrusts, she found my rhythm and matched it. My thrusts met hers and we continued to slam our bodies together like that for what seemed like hours. The headboard banged against the wall, the bed creaked under us, but we just kept fucking the hell out of each other. 

Eventually, I couldn't hold back anymore. Kristina could see it in my face. She said in a high-pitched squeal, "I'm gonna cum, baby! Cum with me!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs and her eyes rolled back in her head as she came. That's all I needed. I came with what seemed like gallons. 

When I finally was empty, I slumped down next to her, completely exhausted. She was still moaning and shaking. She wasn't done with me though. She rolled over on her side and said, "I bet you think you'll need some time to recuperate, don't you?" I nodded weakly. She gave me a wicked smile, "I bet you still have some more for me though." She reached down and took a hold of my cock, slowly stroking it. Her touch was masterful. Her delicate, gentle little hand had me stiff again in a matter of moments. She purred, "See? I knew you had some more for me."

She looked into my eyes as she continued stroking my cock. That's when the night got even better. Kristina slowly slid down the bed to inspect my cock up close. Suddenly, my cock disappeared into her mouth. I was in heaven. I could feel her hot breath on my cock as her warm, wet tongue lapped up our juices. She kept purring as she gorged on my cock. The sight of Kristina Abernathy with my cock in her mouth, her blonde hair bobbing up and down as she slowly sucked me was almost too much to take. She started to gently massage my balls with one hand while she let my cock slip out of her mouth. She flicked her tongue across my head of my cock as she whimpered a bit like she couldn't wait much longer for me to cum. She then swallowed me and began furiously pumping my cock. Kristina looked up at me, my cock buried in her mouth, her eyes pleading for my cum. God, what sight. I could feel the cum building in my balls and I guess Kristina could too. She opened her mouth wide, leaving just the head of my cock in her mouth. She wanted me to watch her take my cum in her mouth. Her dark eyes fixed on mine as she kept stroking me. I came into her sweet mouth and watched her swallow it greedily. The last few drops of cum landed on her lips and dribbled to her chin.

She sat back and with a satisfied smile said, "I was right. You did have more for me."    




Kristina



Kristina was an orphan at an early age when her parents died in a car crash, she lived with her grandmother and had just applied for a live in job in Palm Beach Florida. It was 6am when she finished packing her car, hugging her grandmother, she promised to keep in touch and told her not to worry and kissed her good bye. Kristina started her journey from Atlanta Georgia to Jacksonville. 

Kristina James was to meet her childhood sweetheart Doug Lenko to marry him that afternoon, before he was shipped out the same day to Iraq for the war. As she pulled into the Hotel Vista she saw Doug and two of his soldier friends at the entrance, he kissed her and told her to hurry and change as everything was ready at the chapel across the road as they only had two hours left or he would be arrested for being Awol. The ship was leaving at five.

Kristina rushed up and slipped a white short skirt with matching blouse, and white thong and white garter belt and nylons. She brushed her shoulder length Blonde hair and put on her makeup and rushed to the elevator, once down, Doug and Kristina and his two friends ran across the road to the chapel, they met the two witnesses and the priest and went into the Chapel the ceremony finished when the priest pronounced them man and wife, they thanked the people and rushed back to the hotel, on arriving at the hotel they saw two military police waiting for them, the soldiers were told to get their belongings and get into the Jeep asp.

Kristina started to cry and Doug held her and said it would not be long before his six months tour would be over and they would be together again, they kissed and the three soldiers got in the Jeep and drove away. Kristina was crying on the way back to the elevator, as she stepped in to the crowed elevator she was pushed to the back right corner of the elevator she felt someone behind her, she was surrounded by people getting in and felt herself being pushed further back till she felt a body touching her, she could not move at all, as the lift went up to her room which was on the forty third floor, she was squashed from the front by five men and four ladies she could hardly move when she felt a hand rubbing the round cheeks of her bum as she was tightly squashed she could not move and was too embarrassed to protest, the hand slipped under her skirt and stroked her inner thighs rising up till it touched her crutch, she felt her sensitive nipples go rock hard pushing against her blouse she felt the finger stroking her cunt lips she was getting wetter the finger slipped into her vagina and slowly finger fucked her vagina . 

Her hips started moving on the finger as she was pushed back and forth by a hand on her waist and her orgasm erupted she put her hand in her mouth to muffle her sounds.

Kristina had always been a Squirter when she masturbated at home and her cum would shoot out like a man's cock, the elevator was approaching the twenty eight floor the finger in side her vagina started to play with her clit she was starting to feel her self getting wetter as the fingers slid in and out of her lips as another orgasm was building up when the finger withdrew from her vagina, and the hand moved down and stroked her arsehole slowly circling it, this was all new to Kristina she was a virgin and never had another hand there but her own. 

Kristina Jerked forward but the hand pulled her back on to the finger a sudden gasp came from Kristina as it played around her virgin hole, a few quick strokes around the rim then it withdrew, her skirt was pulled down and both cheeks squeezed, she felt the hands on her breasts squeezing and playing with her nipples which were rock hard and were protruding through her blouse, the lift was coming to the forty third floor where she had to get off the hands withdrew.

The lift stopped and four of the people got out followed by Kristina, she turned around she saw a lady in her fifties short stocky build with short blonde hair, looking at her and smiled while licking her fingers. 

Kristina was shocked that she was made to cum by a butch lesbian, she felt so guilty and ran to her room crying. Once inside Kristina stripped her clothes of and had a shower, she only wished she had made love to Doug to consummate their marriage, as she was drying her hair she looked in the mirror there was a young wife of twenty one, five feet two inches tall, long blonde hair with a die for figure 34D-24 36 with no pubic hairs she looked like a young school girl her nipples were large sitting in a pair of pink aureoles.

She finished drying and made her way to her bed as she needed a good night sleep. She had to drive to Palm Beach Florida in the morning, to her new apartment and Job as a trainee nurse at the Palm Beach Care home for the elderly. She was surprised she had got the job and the furnished apartment from Mr Ahmed the manager, she was asked to send a full length photo with her CV, she was surprised to be picked out of twenty six applicants as she had no experience . 

Her morning call at 7-30 am by the desk clerk bought her back to reality of the events of yesterday, she phoned the desk to have her luggage taken down, she had a quick shower and slipped on a thong and a pair of denim shorts which only just covered her bum cheeks and a tee shirt as she did not like wearing a bra, she slipped a pair of trainers on and started to walk to the elevator.

As the lift doors opened Kristina got in and went down to the breakfast area, it was a self service buffet, she was picking her food and did not notice a pair of eyes looking at her body from head to toe up and down the eyes were drooling at the young housewife and the thought she had of having her naked on a bed made her go wet in her pants, she had a feeling that the young housewife was a submissive and knew she was alone, and she was going to take full advantage of her. 

Kristina spotted a table in the corner next to the woman who was drooling over her. Kristina did not take notice of any one while she drank her coffee, all of a sudden she felt a hand stroke her arm she felt her body tingle causing her nipples to go rock hard, her nipples protruded into her tee shirt showing the intruder them, she looked up and was shocked to see the woman who had finger fucked her in the lift the day before.

Kristina was about to say something when the woman pulled a chair close to her and sat down, she told Kristina not to say anything till she spoke to her, she introduced herself as Miss Bradley she told Kristina how grateful she was from the day before in the lift, and how nice she tasted when she finger fucked her, Kristina was going red in her face and her body started tingling and she felt herself going wet in her thong she was trembling as Miss Bradley took her hand and stroked it Miss Bradley was a predator and this beautiful ripe young housewife was ready to be plucked.

She put a card in her tee shirt brushing her nipple which sent shivers through Kristina's body and told Kristina to ring her when she wanted to continue in full what happened in the Lift. Kristina got up and headed to the restroom to get away from this vile woman, she went to the end cubicle the first door was a baby changing area she went through towards the second door and sat on the toilet, she was hot and flustered.

She slipped her shorts and thong down her legs and stepped out of them, as they crumpled to the floor she realized how wet she was, her hand went to her vagina and started to finger herself, this was all strange to her being seduced by a butch lesbian and propositioned by her in the breakfast room in her confused state Kristina had not closed the door, her eyes were closed thinking of Doug and imagined it was Doug who fingered her in the lift. 

She was concentrating so hard with her eyes closed and her legs wide open she did not hear a person come into the cubicle with her, a hand stroked her ankles and worked its way up to her inner thigh, till it touched her hand, her hand was gently removed and she felt a wet warm object lapping at her clit, she woke with a shock from her dream and saw a head with blonde hair moving to and fro along her cunt lips between her wide spread legs, she tried to get up but felt a strong pair of hands holding her hips down, still licking her engorged clit she started to get excited and wetter she saw the head look up at her and she nearly had a heart attack it was Miss Bradley that was drinking from her fountain, she tried to pull away and stand up Miss Bradley took her in her arms and deep throated her mouth with her tongue, her wet fingers were darting in and out of Kristina's hairless pussy.

Kristina managed to stand up her legs straddled either side of the toilet leaving her cunt wide open to Miss Bradley fingers which was still fucking her, she was in an aroused state when her right leg was lifted and put on the toilet seat leaving her balanced on one leg Miss Bradley Knelt down and put her right hand on the cheeks of her bum and pulled her cunt to her mouth with her cunt in Miss Bradley's mouth she felt her pre cum being swallowed by that greedy mouth, a hand slipped under her tee shirt and touched her right breast and gently tweaked and rolled her nipple her body shuddered she was completely lost in lust, Miss Bradley knew this young ripe submissive housewife belonged to her now and she was going to suck her fountain dry.

Still sucking her clit she inserted her two fingers on her right hand and fingered her cunt Kristina breathing got heavy when Miss Bradley guided her very wet fingers between the cheeks of her arse, till they found her arsehole she played around the rim and gently pushed them into her puckered hole and started finger fucking her.

Kristina gasped as she felt the pain course through her arsehole she never had anything in her virgin hole before, Miss Bradley started sucking faster while her fingers fucked her arsehole, the pain in her arse softened as the fingers stretched her hole, and she moved her hips to the rhythm of the fingers and tongue and with an almighty gasp her body shuddered till her cum spurted in Miss Bradley's mouth. Miss Bradley swallowed the thick virgin white cum as it squirted down her greedy mouth which she so expertly extracted from this virgin cunt, she started sucking every drop till Kristina had none left to give her, her fountain was dry.

Miss Bradley turned Kristina around and withdrew her fingers out of Kristina arsehole, she spread her cheeks apart and started tongue fucking her arsehole while taking her clit and rolling it between her fingers. Kristina started to feel her juices wetting her puffy lips and soaking Miss Bradley's hand, unbeknown to Kristina. Miss Bradley dropped her Jeans and her 8" strap on dildo fell out, she took Kristina lovely pair of tits and squeezed and played with the nipples which was hard and protruding Kristina was in lust mode. Miss Bradley guided the dildo to her wet cunt and pushed making Kristina gasp as it pushed its way into her tight little cunt, the only thing she had in her cunt before was her fingers she was a virgin the day she married, the feelings she felt as the large cock slid in and out filling her completely was sending her towards her second climax, all of a sudden the cock withdrew from her cunt and she felt it slip down towards her arsehole.

She tried to turn, but Miss Bradley held her hips tight and pushed till the knob went in to her arse. Tears of pain came to Kristina eyes as she was impaled on the cock. Miss Bradley started to push in and out, and Kristina felt the pain slowly ease as the dildo ploughed into her arse, Miss Bradley continued to fuck her till she was sure Kristina virgin hole was well and truly fucked and her virginity belonged to her.

She pulled it out and rammed it back into her cunt frigging her clit while increasing the speed till she heard Kristina moan and started to jerk and shudder on the cock, into a mind blowing orgasm her thick white cum poured down the shaft of the cock as Miss Bradley pulled it out. She then took the dildo off and put it in her mouth and sucked the thick white juices of it.

Kristina was exhausted and was pushed down to the toilet seat, Miss Bradley stepped out of her Jeans and put a leg on Kristina shoulder and pulled Kristina head to her bushy wet cunt Kristina face was wet from her juices and Miss Bradley started fucking Kristina mouth and face with her cunt lips Kristina nose split the lips apart and Miss Bradley moved her hips and started squirting her cum in Kristina mouth screaming 'Your mine bitch you belong to me ahhhhhh keep sucking bitch". She kept rubbing her juices till Kristina face and hair and tits was saturated in cum. 

Miss Bradley started to get dressed and put her dildo in her bag, stood Kristina up and slipped her tongue into her mouth kissed her, and then lifted her tee shirt up and sucked both her nipples although drained and exhausted. Kristina body started to respond. Miss Bradley continued breast feeding on Kristina nipples and then took her mouth away leaving Kristina frustrated and randy she pulled her tee shirt down, took her face in her hand and spoke to Kristina telling her that she was now her cunt slut and she gave her virginity to her and not her husband, who she had seen drive away leaving Kristina to Miss Bradley's seduction, she told Kristina she was a submissive and needed to be controlled sexually, she took another card out and rolled it up and put it into Kristina cunt saying ring me if you want to be my slut bitch, she pulled her nipples and saw the expression on her face as Kristina breast responded to her fingers, I am only in Miami with that she opened the door and left.

Kristina sat there sobbing thinking in the last twenty four hours she was a virgin and got married to her childhood sweetheart, but was completely controlled and taken in every hole by a mad hungry lesbian dyke. She got dressed and went out and looked in the mirror her face was covered in cum her hair was matted she started washing her face and combed her hair and put it back into pigtails, when the door opened and a woman in her late fifties about 5 - 8" tall large build with short grey hair, stood next to her and eyed her full body running her tongue across her lips. 

Kristina looked at her and thought "am I only good to be a lesbian cunt slut as Miss Bradley said", the woman's hand touched her thighs and slowly moved her hand over her rounded bum cheeks squeezing the cheeks sending shiver through her body, she said to Kristina I saw you and that woman having a conversation in the breakfast room, and you running off and her following you, I am Miss Cortez the maintenance Manager in this hotel. I followed you both and saw you both go into the rest room, I waited a while and walked in and saw the door of the end cubicle closed, I listened outside and I heard the sounds of moaning and I knew you were being fucked by her.

I went into the next cubicle and waited, when she had finished using you and left. I opened the cupboard and took an 'out of order' sign. And i put it outside the door and phoned my deputy manager not to let any one in the ladies till I said so.

Now Momma wants to taste some of your goodies to, she then went to the end cubicle and called out. "Come to Momma", Kristina looked at the woman and her body shudder she knew if she went to her she would be used and degraded like a whore the way Miss Bradley did, the woman called again in a firmer voice 'Momma said to come now bitch'.

Kristina's submissive nature took over, she lowered her head and walked towards Miss Cortez, the woman pulled her inside and shut the door, pulling Kristina to her saying she can moan and scream as no one will disturb us. The woman's tongue entered her lips fucking her mouth with her tongue after a few minutes kissing those luscious lips, she withdrew her tongue and pushed Kristina against the wall she undid her shorts and pulled her tong and shorts of making her step out of them. 

She told her to spread her legs, the woman took her tee shirt of and stood back to drink in the beauty of this beautiful ripe young wife, licking her lips at the beautiful firm breasts with the large protruding nipples and the shaved cunt and the puffy lips she was drooling, she told Kristina to turn around and spread her legs wide and put her hands on the wall above her head Kristina did what this woman told her to do, she felt scared but knew she would be dominated by this powerful woman which sent shivers down to her feet.

She felt a hand caressing her thighs slowly moving up to her crutch, a finger slid over her cunt lips and she moaned aloud, the woman realized she had the power to dominate this submissive young wife, her left hand went to the front of Kristina's thighs rubbing her thighs and put her hand over her hairless crutch and her fingers slipped straight into her cunt, as the fingers worked her slit her right hand was caressing her bum cheeks all of a sudden Kristina felt her arse sting with pain as the woman started spanking her hard Kristina arse moved back and forward trying to avoid the spanking but the woman's fingers were deep in her cunt and as her arse moved she was fucking herself on the woman's fingers.

The woman's thumb stroked her clit, Kristina cunt was dripping as the spanking continued, the woman sensed that Kristina orgasm was coming she stopped the spanking and stuck a finger in Kristina arsehole now with both her holes filled Kristina felt the woman's tongue go into her mouth to stifle he screams as she exploded into an almighty climax

Kristina body shuddered, then the fingers were pulled out, the women got down on her knees and took the whole of her cunt lips into her mouth and sucked every drop of juice out of her, she turned her around again and spread her cheeks and tongued fucked her arsehole. Kristina was so exhausted and her body drained, the woman kept up the pressure, the woman took her skirt and panties of and guided Kristina to the toilet.

she made her sit on the floor with the back of her head resting on the toilet she straddled Kristina's face and lowered herself on to her mouth her fat stomach enveloping Kristina's head. Kristina felt the aroma and the juices soak her face from the woman's bushy cunt as she started riding Kristina face Screaming 'Momma is going to give her little girl a lovely surprise' the woman's breathing started getting heavy as she screamed as her climax erupted flooding Kristina mouth with her cum she continued to ride her mouth, Kristina mouth started filling with a watery substance as she was trying to swallow the liquid down her throat before she choked, the woman smiled as her urine saturated Kristina face and hair and down her throat.

when she had finished she got of Kristina and looked at the young housewife lying on the floor with her face breast and hair covered with her cum and urine she started putting her clothes back on and said to Kristina that 'Momma was very pleased with her little girl you have the makings of a good whore' she blew her a kiss and left.

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Kristina sat there for a long time on the cold floor her body drained and totally exhausted from her two seductions, thinking how she came to be in this situation if only Doug had not left her and gone away leaving her alone and vulnerable to the clutches of these strong dominating lesbian dykes, the tears rolled down her eyes and mixed with the cum and urine on her face.

Kristina heard a noise outside which brought her back to reality at first she thought the woman came back she knew she could not take anymore she heard the door bang and got up to see if it was clear, she used the toilet paper to wipe her face and hair she tided herself as best she could, and went to the foyer picked up her suitcase and headed to the changing room.

She stripped of and entered the shower and washed the mornings activities of her body, she looked at herself in the mirror and saw the bruising around her breasts and nipples and the red marks on her arse cheeks, she took another tee shirt and a pair of white short shorts dressed and slipped her trainers on and headed to the car park.




Kristina



She saw men looking at her arse as it wobbled in her tight fitting shorts she got in the car and sat there reflecting on what happened and how she meekly submitted to the two lesbian dykes knowing in her heart she was a submissive and she would always be sexually controlled by dominating people like them.

At least she had a job and a furnished apartment in Palm Beach Florida and a new life till her beloved Doug comes for her, she started the car and headed for the Highway.

To be continued



Kristina



I remember that day well. How can I not. It was the strangest and I now realize most important day of my life. I will now recount the events of that night and you will understand why:

I was driving to a bar occasionally glancing out my window at the female walkers I passed and already from just glances my dick was growing. It was autumn night and 68 degrees out, so in the more respectable neighborhood the women were dressed in long sleeves and pants and I found my thoughts wondering what they would look like naked. But as I progressed towards the bad part of town I saw more and more seductively clad women. Despite the cold you would find occasional women in short shorts, loose fitting tank tops and that sort of clothes, some were prostitutes showing their wares. Some were loose women and a few just dressed that way. I now found my thoughts wondering what they would look like bent over with my dick inside them. 

I finally arrived at the bar, got out of my car and made my way towards the entrance when I passed a woman with long legs in fish net stalking's a short red leather skirt and vest that exposed her cleavage. "Interested?" she asked noticing my stare. "Maybe later" I said wanted to try my luck for a free fuck that night and only resort to dolling out the cash if all else failed.

After sitting at the bar for an hour and a half it looked like all else was failing. The few women their without a man's arm around their waist were not interested in sex that night. All three of them had turned me down. 

There was one however that I had passed over on account of her appearing to be mentally ill. 

"How much do I owe you bartender?" I asked

"Let's see you had four beers. That'll be a hundred dollars."

"What?" I spat out some of the pricey beer.

"You know our policy. At three weeks end all tabs must be paid in full."

"Oh... Oh well I guess I'll have to pony up the dough." 

"I guess so" he said as I drew out my wallet and paid the man.

I looked in my wallet and found that after my tab all I had left was thirty bucks. Not enough for plan b prostitution. I looked again at the poor thing talking to herself at a corner table. She was cute. Pitiable but cute. 

Her midnight black hair was curly and a bit disheveled, a stray hair sticking out here and there. She wore no makeup. Her pants were tattered with more than a dozen holes in them of varying sizes and the plain blue shirt she was wearing was a little too big for her and the neck was slightly stretched out to the side exposing part of her average size breasts, which made me a little horny.

So, crazy or not I thought I'd give her a try. I got up and started walking towards her table at the corner.

Midway there doubt started to grow in my mind on how good an idea this was, she was clearly deranged mumbling to herself and it felt wrong to have my mind stir towards sex with this poor woman. I was about to turn away when her eyes met mine. There was a strange look there, an alien look as if she knew something I didn't or something no one knew for that matter. Oh crap I thought to myself I was almost to her table and it was obvious I was walking over to her by now. So much for turning away. It would be too rude to her to walk over to her table and then just walk away. She might take that wrong. So I approached her and said "Do you mind if I have a seat with you?" 

"Go right ahead." She said. I made small talk with her when she wasn't mumbling to herself. I could now hear what she was saying "Come on dead rock run" it was clear she wasn't talking to me but I asked anyways

"What?" 

"Nothing" she said nonchalantly as if she wasn't aware she was speaking nonsense to no one. 

"Oh" I said and initiated the small talk I'd have to get through before I could leave politely. "So, do you come here often?"

"No" she said casually looking away. 

"oh, well what brings you here today then?" 

"Nothing" she said. There was a brief silence then she was mumbling again. "Run dead rock come on."

I tried to hide my sadness for her and extended my hand saying "My names Doug. And yours." 

She took it and said "Kristina" I made small talk for a bit longer and was getting ready to say my goodbye's when all of a sudden she put her hand on my crotch, as if that was the normal thing to do. the sensation of her delicate hand touching me there, her attractiveness and the fact of me not having had sex for a month made me start getting hard quickly. This is wrong I thought. This woman is obviously mentally ill. I have to resist. This is shameful.

Then she started kneading my cock with her hand and the battle was lost. This was wrong but deliciously so. And my cock was soon at its full length bulging against my jeans. She took my hand with the same ease she had my cock and was leading me outside. I was lost in lust and could not help but follow. 

As we made our way through the bar my eyes were drawn to her plump ass on an otherwise svelte body. I could see bits of red and white through the small holes in backside of her jeans. The red was obviously skimpy red underwear; it must have been skimpy because the white was her flesh, parts of her lust filling ass. We got outside and the deranged woman brought me to an empty alley behind the bar dimly lit by a light just around the corner. 

Then she sunk to her knees and started to undo my pants. It was so wrong to let a mentally ill woman go down on me, but so caught up was I from her sexiness, that the evilness of it all only seemed to make my dick throb all the more. She pulled my pants down and my dick sprung out like a striking cobra. She for her part carried herself with the same nonchalant ease she had shown all night as she pulled her, out of shape shirt, up and over her head revealing a blood red lacy bra. 

Then her mouth was upon me sucking with surprising earnest compared to the normal careless way of her. "Mphhh. Mphhh mphhh" she repeated with a mouth full of my cock in her cute mouth. After about ten minutes of enjoying her hand and mouth in tandem she slid her mouth off of my meat with a slurping pop. She got off of her knees slipped down her pants revealing underwear so skimpy it was almost a thong. 

Then she bent over placing one hand on the ground of the alley and the other against the wall. She spoke for the first time since she went down on me "Now fuck my pussy." She said with strange authority "And fuck it hard, I want you to make me scream." One look at this mentally ill beauty with her pants around her ankles and her beautiful ass sticky out at me and I had no choice. So I immediately stepped out of my jeans and started plowing into her. Back and forth I went. In and out. "Such a sweet pussy" I moaned. She was moaning too, only softly at first. Then she said "faster, faster."

I sped up my tempo and her sounds of pleasure got louder "Unnh. Ahhh. Unhhh. Harder. Unhh harder." She commanded me and I obeyed jamming my dick to the hilt inside of her with all of my successive thrusts. She was screaming loudly now. "Ahhh Fuck!" she said her voice slightly distorted with vibration from the stuffing she was getting. "Ohh-oh-ohh yeah-a! Fuck me! Fuck me then cum on my face!" this sent me over the edge so I pulled out while she spun around, went to her knees and I jerked off all over her face.

"Ohh" I moaned as I looked down at her and saw that same strange look on her face I had seen earlier "Cum on." She said cum dripping all over her face.

Then I heard a door around the corner slam open and shortly after a man seething with anger was there. "Kristina!" he exclaimed when he saw his cum bathed girlfriend their on her knees. Then he turned on me. "You!" he said red in the face. Then slowly as if he was trying not to explode "I'll give you three seconds before I beat you to death." I noticed he was a big man and could make good on the threat easily. 

"Run" Kristina said. No need to tell me twice I thought and pulled up my pants by the time the man had finished saying one, I was trying to run as fast as I could while holding up my unzipped pants.

Then I heard Kristina say "Rock" and in the dark true enough I tripped over a rock in my haste and slammed mightily onto the concrete, snapping my neck. Then Kristina was standing over me. "Dead" was all she said.

I am now in the after-life. You may ask how I wrote this. I tell you, I gave my account to Kristina the mystical. And she penned it for me. So if you see a strange girl talking to herself and asking you to cum on her, think twice. Or don't for I would do it all again if given the opportunity, it was the orgasm of my life. Or death that is.



Kristina Abernathy At Work



Kristina Abernathy emerged from her meeting with some of the suits at the Weather Channel a little bleary eyed. The only thing worse a meeting of meteorologists was a meeting with the bosses of meteorologists. Kristina genuinely enjoyed her job, but these occasional meetings were awful. The only good thing about today's meeting was that it was early enough to still catch Kelly Cass before she left for the day. Kristina hadn't seen Kelly for a month and wanted to catch up with her old friend. 

Kristina checked the studio first, but Kelly wasn't there. Her next stop was the break room. Poking her head through the doorway, she saw Kelly by the refrigerator. She squealed like a teenage girl. "Kelly! I'm glad I found you! It's been too long!" 

Kelly returned the squeal. "Kristina! How are you? You look fantastic!" Pointing at her powder blue skirt suit with white stockings and blue pumps, she continued, "Is that new?"

Kristina did a pirouette. "Yeah. The guys in management liked it too. You know Tompkins? He was staring at my legs so much I pulled up my skirt another inch to see what he'd do. I swear I heard him whimper!"

With mock horror Kelly replied, "You're such a bad girl!"

Giggling, Kristina answered, "Thank you. Tompkins would do more than whimper if he saw you today. Look at that skirt! Short and tight! Black pantyhose, heels...mmmm. Every man's fantasy! You look incredible!"

"Stop it you bad, bad girl!" Kelly was now laughing as hard as Kristina.

The two closed the distance between them and hugged each other. Bill Keneely picked that moment to enter the break room. Stopping in his tracks, he smiled and began to applaud. Breaking their embrace, they stared at Bill. "Don't stop on my account." He said. "I'll just sit over here and enjoy the spectacle." 

Kelly gasped slightly and wore an embarrassed grin. Kristina just rolled her eyes. Looking at Kelly she said, "What is the obsession men have with two women?"

Bill answered quickly, "It's simple math. One woman, good. Two women, better. What's so hard to understand? Now pick up where you left off."

"Keep dreaming, Keneely." Kristina responded with a smirk, "This the Weather Channel, not the Lesbian Channel."

Sighing, Bill picked up his lunch from the counter and headed out the door. "You don't know where the Lesbian Channel is, do you? I was thinking of sending in my resume."

Kristina playfully slapped him on the shoulder as he passed her. "I'll see what I can find out. Now go!" They watched him leave, shaking his head. "Honestly, men only think about one thing. He might be on to something, though. Can you imagine how high our ratings would be if they paired two women together for a shift and at the start of each half hour they hugged each other?"

Laughing, Kelly said, "If it meant a big raise, I'd consider it. We'd get millions if we kissed."

"I can almost hear that cheesy porn music playing in the background." Kristina added with a giggle. "Of course, I have to ask..."

"Ask what?" Kelly looked puzzled.

"Have you ever..." Kristina's voice trailed off.

Kelly looked at her blankly for a moment. She finally realized what she was being asked. With widening eyes, she gasped, "No! Oh my God!" She was laughing now. "I can't believe...have you?"

Kristina smiled. "I hate to sound like such a cliché, but when I was in college..."

"No!" Kelly was astounded. "Are you serious? You've got to tell me about it now."

Motioning to her to sit at the small table with her, Kristina began. "It was my junior year. I had an off campus apartment and my roommate was...um...adventurous. I came home one night and this girl was just leaving. Just as she was heading out the door, she gave my roommate's ass a squeeze, then jammed her tongue down her throat. It was like I wasn't even there! I was shocked! When the girl was gone, my roommate grinned at me and said, 'Jealous?' That's when she walked right up to me and kissed me. Hard. I would have pushed her away, but the way she kissed me, the way she touched me was amazing."

Kelly stared in disbelief. "You didn't stop her?"

"No." Kristina continued, "The guys I had been with to that point weren't bad, but they were more interested in pleasing themselves than me. But my roommate knew exactly what to do. You wouldn't believe the things she did to me that night. It was incredible."

In a tone that was almost scolding Kelly said, "Kristina! I don't believe it! You had sex with another woman?" She added in a tone that revealed her rising excitement, "What was it like?"

Just for the shock value Kristina reached out to stroke the back of Kelly's hands with her fingers. She purred, "I'd be happy to show you what it's like." 

She thought they'd both get a laugh out of it, but Kelly's reaction caught her completely off guard. After a moment's hesitation, she took a hold of Kristina's hand and kissed each fingertip. Grasping Kristina's hands, Kelly said, "If you're serious, let's go." Pulling Kristina to her feet, she quickly led her out of the break room and down the hallway to a meeting room. "I've always been curious about being with a woman. Now that I've heard your story, I have to know what it's like. Please...show me what it's like."

Despite being caught off guard, Kristina had regained her composure. With a sly smile she said, "If I had known you'd be this eager, I would have done this a long time ago." With that, Kristina wrapped her arms around Kelly and kissed her as passionately as she could. Kelly seemed to melt into Kristina's body. It had been a long time since Kristina had done anything like this. But the warmth of Kelly's body, the eagerness of her mouth and her soft moans made Kristina remember how much she loved being with another woman.

The women were so engrossed in one another they failed to notice the meeting room wasn't empty. Bill Keneely, after he had been chased out of the break room, decided on this quiet room for his lunch. He had no idea he'd being getting a floorshow with his meal. Bill sank back into a corner of the room so he wouldn't attract attention. He didn't want to disrupt what was unfolding before him. Not yet, anyway.

Kelly moaned softly as Kristina's tongue probed her mouth. She felt Kristina's hands running though her hair, sliding up and down her back, gently caressing her ass. It was like nothing she had experienced before. Kristina's delicate touch, her sweet scent and warm mouth were intoxicating. Kristina backed her against the large table in the center of the room, pushing her to a sitting position on the table. As Kristina unbuttoned Kelly's white blouse, Kelly parted her legs wide enough to allow Kristina to step between them and press herself against Kelly. With her blouse open and Kristina pressing against her, she instinctively wrapped her legs around the small of Kristina's back. She closed her eyes as Kristina moved in to run the tip of her tongue across Kelly's earlobe. Kelly trembled, feeling Kristina's hot breath on her neck. 

The sight was nearly too much for Bill. As the women continued fondling one another, he put his hand down on the table next to him to brace himself. In doing so, he bumped a glass causing it to shift slightly. It was just enough of a noise to get Kelly's attention. As she sat on the table hungrily kissing Kristina, her eyes shot open and locked on Bill. She tried to pull back to alert Kristina that they weren't alone, but Kristina wasn't eager to relinquish her hold on her new lovers' mouth. Finally ripping free from Kristina, Kelly pointed to the back of the room. 

His presence discovered, Bill had to act quickly. By the time Kristina turned to see what Kelly was pointing at, Bill had grabbed her with his right hand and Kelly with his left. Neither woman said a word. They just stared at him. Breaking the silence, Bill said, "I can't believe what I'm seeing. But you two are missing something. I bet you'd like a big, hard cock to ride, wouldn't you?" Kelly gasped and tried to pull away, but Bill easily held her in place. Kristina made no effort to get away. She actually moved closer to him, grinding her ass against his thigh. Bill looked down into Kristina's face and saw unadulterated lust. "Since Kelly is already in place, why don't you sit your beautiful ass down and wait your turn?" Kristina smiled and pulled out a chair from the table to sit down. 

The fear was building quickly inside Kelly. Things were spiraling out of control. She was regretting the impetuous act of sharing her secret with Kristina. All Kelly wanted was to kiss Kristina a little. She wasn't going to let it go too far. A few kisses, some fondling, but that would be all. It would be a dirty little secret the two of them would share and giggle about when they were alone. That's all. But now, here she was seemingly at the mercy of a male co-worker. Kelly had been married for eight years and hadn't been with another man for nine. She loved her husband dearly and knew she couldn't let this happen. But another part of her wanted to cry out, "Fuck me!"

Bill gently pushed her onto her back and began caressing her legs. Kelly now lay flat on the hard table looking up at Bill as he placed a leg on each of his shoulders. As Keneely's hands slowly worked their way up her thighs, tears began to form in her eyes. Kelly turned her head away so she wouldn't have to see his face only to find Kristina just inches away, smiling benignly.

Seeing the confusion on her friend's face, Kristina reached out her hand and gently brushed Kelly's cheek. In a soothing voice she said, "Shhh...it's o.k., baby. It's better this way. We could have licked each other for hours and it still wouldn't be as good as getting a hard cock. This way we get to play with each other and get fucked."

Kelly was startled. How could Kristina take this in stride so easily? In a shaky voice she managed, "You want this?"

Kristina leaned over and kissed Kelly fervently. Breaking the kiss, she said, "I want it all. That college experience I told you about? It made me realize that woman can do things to me a man can't. But a man, obviously, can do things a woman can't. That's why the ultimate for me is a man and a woman." She paused for a moment, looking at both of them. "I want to devour you. I want Bill to fuck me. And I want to watch him fuck you. I can't wait to see your beautiful face when you cum."

Kelly's eyes widened. "I've never done anything like this." Her tears subsided and she smiled weakly. "I've never been a bad girl."

"I bet you'll be a great bad girl." Kristina cooed. "And I bet you'll want to be bad again and again." Kristina leaned in and gently squeezed her friends' breasts. Kelly nearly came right there. "Are you ready to be a bad girl?"

"Yes." Kelly had regained her equanimity. She looked up at Bill who had waited patiently as the women spoke. Her legs were still resting on his shoulders, his face staring down at her from between her ankles. She lowered her eyes to see that Bill had dropped his pants and his rock hard cock was pointed straight at her. She murmured, "Fuck me, Bill."

He gave her a devilish grin. "What was that? If you're going to be a bad girl, you should beg a little louder." 

Kristina giggled and Kelly growled, "I am a bad girl. Fuck me like one. Give me that big hard cock. I want your cum. I want to scream for you."

Bill responded by roughly sliding his hands down her legs, loving the feel of her soft thighs. His hands stopped at her hips. Reaching between her legs, Bill grabbed two fistfuls of Kelly's black pantyhose and ripped them open to reveal a moistening pussy. Kelly yelped with surprise at his forcefulness. 

From her chair Kristina watched this erotic scene, reveling in Bill's lustful stare and Kelly's whimpering with delight. With the pantyhose ripped open, Kristina quickly leaned forward and jabbed her left hand at Kelly's pussy. First one finger disappeared into her folds, then two.

Kelly made a gurgling sound as Kristina's fingers sank in. Her body writhed on the table. In a breathless voice, Kelly said, "Right there! Fuck! It feels so good!"

Not wanting to be upstaged, Bill slapped Kristina's hand away. Kelly gave a disapproving groan as Kristina's fingers pulled out. Bill smiled as Kristina took her two juice-covered fingers and began to suck on them like a Popsicle. "You like to suck?" he asked. "You'll get your chance." Turning his attention back to Kelly, he said, "Beg me to fuck you."

Kelly swallowed hard and growled, "Fuck me! Please...I need to be fucked!" 

Bill's smile vanished as he looked at Kelly intensely. He slammed his cock into her with enough force to shove her a few inches across the table. Any fear Kelly showed earlier was now gone. Bill was looking down at a woman who had a look of desperation on her face. He guessed that her husband made love to her frequently, but it was always sweet and gentle. The look on her face said it had been a long time since she had been put on her back and fucked like whore and she desperately wanted that. He wasn't about to disappoint her. 

He fucked her with fast, hard strokes. Kelly's eyes locked on to Bill's as he continued to pound her. Her moans were becoming louder and higher pitched. He couldn't believe how intense Kelly's pale blue eyes were. He had never seen a woman who so badly wanted to be fucked. Leaning forward, he pinned Kelly's shoulders to the table. Picking up his pace, he said, "Are you going to cum for me? Is my bad girl going to scream for me?"

"Oh...God...yes!" Kelly was beginning to shake more violently. It had been so long since she had been fucked with such forcefulness. She was nearly out of her mind. Her body was being savaged and she didn't want it to stop. Kelly loved the way Bill pinned her down and completely controlled her. His touch was rough as mauled her breasts, tweaked her nipples and slammed into her pussy. She knew her orgasm was close. She closed her eyes for a moment but quickly reopened them. Looking up at Bill's lust crazed face she squealed, "Fuck! Your whore's gonna cum!"

Bill heard another voice moaning along with Kelly. Glancing to his right, he saw Kristina slumped in her chair staring at them intently and fingering herself furiously. He growled at her, "You like to watch? Do you want me to fuck you like this?"

Kristina groaned, "Fuck her harder! But don't come! I need to be fucked, too!"

"Trust me, you'll get your fucking." Grinning, Bill looked back at Kelly. Each thrust into Kelly's hot, wet pussy was harder and deeper than the last. "You like this, bad girl? Let me hear you."

Kelly could only eek out a, "Yes!" before her body seized. For a moment everything seemed to stop. She saw Bill hovering over her, ferociously attacking her pussy. She saw Kristina, mouth twisted in self-stimulated gratification. But in that moment, Kelly felt and heard nothing. In the next moment, it was replaced by a cacophony of noise and pleasure. Her own moans, now more like a high-pitched screech, mingled with Kristina's. She felt her pussy being stretched to its limit. She felt Bill's hand cover her mouth to muffle her screams. Kelly felt as if her entire body was on fire. The pleasure rolled over her in waves.

Bill stared down at Kelly as she climaxed. Her hands clenched his forearms, her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vise and her entire body convulsed. She continued to buck underneath him until she had no strength left. Slowly, Kelly's cries subsided, her hands released their grip on Bill's arms and her eyes became glassy. Bill tentatively removed his hand from her mouth. He wasn't sure he had ever seen such a complete look of contentment before. He guessed he had been right. It had been a long time since Kelly had been fucked like that.

Knowing he was close to shooting his load, Bill pulled out of Kelly's exhausted body and tried to calm down a bit. As incredible as it was to fuck Kelly Cass, he knew Kristina would be even better. After all, Kristina Abernathy was no ordinary woman. To every man at the Weather Channel she was more like The Promised Land. That blonde hair. That angelic face. That tight little body. Every guy at the Weather Channel (and probably a lot of the women) would kill to be where Bill was right now. 

He turned towards her to find her eyes fixed on his rock hard cock. Kristina lifted her eyes to meet his. Unhurriedly licking her red lips she purred, "My turn." She rose from her chair and stood less then an inch away from him. Bill could feel the heat radiating from her body. The sweet scent of her perfume filled his nose. God, she was perfect!

Bill's first instinct was to simply knock her to the floor and fuck her hard as humanly possible. But no, he had no idea if he'd ever get this chance again so decided to take his time. Reaching under her jacket at the shoulders, he slid the jacket off Kristina and let it fall to the floor. Her white blouse was next to go. Bill's trembling fingers had some difficulty with the buttons, but he eventually got them all and dropped the blouse next to the jacket. As he worked Kristina whimpered softly, driving him to the edge. His desire to savor every second was being tested. The urge to rip Kristina to pieces was building. She stepped back so Bill could get a good look at her. Kristina's lacy white bra held back breasts that were bigger than he imagined. With a devilish grin, she reached behind her, unclasped her bra and discarded it. Now it was Bill's turn to whimper. He was staring at perfection. Kristina's skin was flawless. From her soft shoulders to her smooth stomach that disappeared into her tight powder blue skirt, her skin was perfect. He reached out and took hold of her breasts. He had never felt anything so soft and warm. Pulling her against him, he hungrily kissed her. He continued to knead her breasts and tweak her nipples as his tongue explored her hot, moist mouth. Bill broke the kiss to say what he had wanted to say to Kristina for years. "Get on your knees."

Eyes flashing, Kristina held Bill's stare and slowly sank to her knees. Knowing Bill was going out of his mind, Kristina just knelt in front of him letting her hot breath make him even harder. Somehow, Bill controlled himself and didn't just pry her mouth open and stuff his cock down her throat until she choked. His patience was rewarded when she finally leaned forward and began to gently lick his cock clean of Kelly's juices. 

The sight of Kristina Abernathy on her knees licking his cock was more than Bill had ever dreamed. But she was just getting started. In an instant, her mouth opened and his cock disappeared. The sensation was nearly too much for him. His knees buckled for a moment but he caught himself. Grabbing Kristina's blonde hair, he began sliding his cock in and out of that spectacular mouth. Her tongue playfully ran up and down the length of his shaft. There was no way he would last very long in her searing mouth so he reluctantly pulled out. After being in Kristina's red-hot mouth, the cool air of the room hit Bill's cock and helped him regain at least a bit of control.

Kristina decided it was time to turn up the pressure. As Bill stood before her on weak knees, she straightened her back, leaned forward and enveloped his cock with her breasts. Bill made a gurgling sound and closed his eyes enjoying the softest tit fuck imaginable. Seeing he was close to losing it, Kristina said quietly, "You want to cum, don't you baby? All over my tits. All over my face. I bet you'd love to see me covered in your cum. My tits are soft, aren't they?" Bill nodded dumbly. She continued to slide his cock between her breasts. "You're so close to shooting your load all over me. But what about me, baby? Don't you want my pussy? Don't you want to hear me moan for you? If you cum now, who will fuck me?" 

Bill was in heaven and hell at the same time. He was in the middle of the best tit fuck of his life. He didn't want it to stop but he desperately needed to be in Kristina's pussy, too. It was too late. He was about to blow. 




Kristina Abernathy At Work



Kristina turned up the pressure another notch. "Are you going to cum on me, baby? If you cum now I won't get to cum. I want to cum for you, baby. I want to get loud for you. If you cum first, it's all over. But if you make me cum first, I'm all yours." Bill's eyes shot open. "All yours, baby. Whenever you want." 

It took all of his willpower, but Bill managed to slide his cock out from between those succulent breasts. Actually, that was the easy part. The hard part was not cumming. He was so close the slightest touch from Kristina would have made him explode. He stood there for a moment, desperately trying not to cum. He thought about what she said. "All yours." He pictured her bent over his dining room table, chained to his bed and as his willing victim in his rape fantasies. All he had to do was control himself for a few minutes and Kristina would be his. He wasn't going to let her back out. "All yours" would mean just that. This beautiful little blonde was about to become his toy.

Once he was convinced he was in control of himself, Bill growled, "So you want to cum first?" He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, pulling her to her feet. Kristina's eyes lit up and she smiled. Kissing her hard, he pushed her towards the table. He was about to dump her on the table when he was startled to see Kelly staring at them. Bill was so fixated on Kristina he had forgotten Kelly was even in the room. Changing his plans quickly Bill barked, "Look at Kelly's sloppy pussy! Clean it up!" Without waiting for a response, he shoved Kristina's head towards Kelly's wet box.

Kristina eagerly began to lap at the goo between Kelly's legs. The sensation of a hot, wet tongue was too much for Kelly. She flopped back on the table and whimpered with delight. She grabbed Kristina's hair, trying to shove her tongue in deeper. Kristina responded by attacking Kelly's clit with abandon. Kelly came instantly. Her wild shaking seemed to spur Kristina on. The more Kelly shook and moaned, the more Kristina attacked her pussy.

Wound into a frenzy by what he was watching, Bill stared at Kristina as she was bent over in front of him. Her tight blue skirt was nearly stretched to its limit as it tried to cover her ass. Bill slid the skirt up until it was bunched around the small of Kristina's back. The ass Bill was staring at was spectacular. Rounded perfectly and begging to be fucked. He rolled down the white pantyhose for his first look at Kristina's pussy. It was shaved clean and glistening with her juice. Knowing he wouldn't last five seconds in that pussy in his current condition, Bill jabbed a couple of fingers into her. 

Kristina yelped at the intrusion. Momentarily letting go of Kelly's pussy to look over her shoulder Kristina stammered, "Harder! Faster!" Bill didn't disappoint. His fingers slid in and out of Kristina's box with incredible speed. She could feel her orgasm building rapidly.

Seeing how close Kristina was to cumming, Bill leaned over her and hissed, "Cum little girl! Cum for me!" Kristina closed her eyes and trembled. Her moans had become loud and higher pitched. The feel of her silky smooth skin writhing against him just fueled his frenzy. Bill growled, "Look at me!" Kristina forced her eyes open to see Bill staring at her intently. He watched her lips quiver uncontrollably, he saw her dark eyes glaze over, and he heard her moans of pure ecstasy. He loved every second of it. He was in complete control of Kristina Abernathy, his ultimate sexual fantasy. 

The damn finally broke and she came harder than she had ever cum before. Kristina's body spasmed violently, causing her to grab onto Kelly's thighs to keep herself from falling off the table. Trying to stifle a loud scream, she bit into her lower lip as peered over her shoulder to look at Bill. He was grinning like a maniac as he continued to finger her. The pleasure was so intense she could only hear part of what Bill was saying. "...cum for me...all mine..."

He had held up his end of the bargain. Bill had made Kristina cum first. Now it was his turn. Pulling his fingers out and lining up his cock, he entered her pussy so hard he nearly knocked the wind out of her. Bill pulled Kristina off Kelly with his right arm around her waist and his left hand fastened over her mouth. Kristina loved how rough he was with her. She knew he'd cum soon, but what she really wanted was for this to go on for hours. A second orgasm was all ready building.

Feeling his own orgasm getting close, Bill snarled in her ear like a madman, "You came first! You're all mine! I'm going to fuck you every day! Now beg for my cum!"

Because of his hand, Kristina's voice was muffled but he could still hear her cry, "Please! Give it to me! Fuck me!"

Bill couldn't hold out any longer. With a loud grunt, he came as Kristina kept grinding against him. Just seconds after he started to cum, she was hit by her second orgasm. Her pussy kept working Bill's cock as if he had an endless supply of cum. Kristina was easily the best fuck Bill had ever had. He had barely finished cumming and all he could think about was the next time he'd fuck this exquisite little blonde. As he thought about what he'd do to her next, he felt Kristina come down from her orgasm. She had gone completely limp in his arms. 

Letting her go, she dropped to the floor. Bill stood over her as she slowly caught her breath. He thought Kristina never looked better. Her blonde hair was a mess. Her dark eyes were still glassy. There was some of Kelly's juice smeared on her cheek. Her body was shimmering with perspiration. Her pussy was drenched with cum. Her pantyhose had been rolled down to her knees and one of her shoes had fallen of during the fucking. As far as Bill was concerned, this was they way she should always look.

Licking his lips as he stared at beautiful mess at his feet, Bill said, "I want you at my house tomorrow morning at nine. Bring lingerie and heels. And make sure you bring some of your outfits you wear here. I'm sure at some point I'll want to pretend I'm fucking you while you're on the air."

Kristina smiled at him lazily as she propped herself up on one elbow to look at him. "9AM? No, baby. I get off air at 8 tonight. I can be at your place by nine. You better go home now and get some sleep. And maybe some Viagra. Once I start fucking you, I don't plan to stop. I hope you can handle me."

Bill smiled. Kristina was turning out to be quite the whore. "Don't worry about me. I'll see you at nine tonight. You can come, too, Kelly."

"I can't. My husband...my kids..." Kelly voice sounded as if she all ready deeply regretted what had just happened.

Struggling to get her feet, Kristina turned to Kelly, "If you change your mind, you have Bill's address. I've got a strap-on that I'd love to use on you."

Kelly's eyes widened and she whispered, "I'll try."

Having dressed quickly, Bill grabbed Kelly and kissed her roughly. "Try hard. I'd love to see you and Kristina staring up at me from my bed." With that, he left the conference room dreaming about what a wild night was in store for him.



Kristina Abernathy Throws A Party



When Kristina kissed Tommy, the other three boys were stunned into silence. They recovered quickly. They began hooting and hollering, then broke into a chant of, “Tom-my! Tom-my! Tom-my!”

Tommy was overwhelmed. Kristina’s body was so warm and soft. Her hands were so gentle. Her lips were sweet and moist. Her tongue…oh God, her tongue! It was sensory overload. She unbuttoned his shorts and dropped them around his ankles. She began kissing him on his chin traveling down his neck to his chest. Her kisses continued down his chest, past his belly button. Tommy was nearly jumping out of his skin. Kristina was inches away from kissing his cock. But she stopped abruptly and straightened up.

Kristina announced, “I seem to be overdressed. Will you help me out of my pants, Tommy?”

Tommy’s hands shook as they reached for Kristina’s waist. He glanced at the other guys. Dan shouted, “You lucky bastard!” Tommy clumsily unfastened the button on her pants then fumbled with the zipper. Eventually he got her pants down to expose a spectacular pair of legs. Dropping to his knees, he started kissing Kristina’s stomach.

Kristina pushed him back gently and said, “Lay down, Tommy.” He was on his back in a second watching her untie her bikini top. Her breasts sprang free nearly sending him over the edge. He had never seen anything so awe inspiring as those breasts in his entire life. She dropped the bikini top on his chest and began to work on the bottom. Her bikini bottom came of at the same time he wriggled out of his swim trunks. Kristina, completely nude, stood over him staring at Tommy’s rock hard cock. She said softly, “Look at you. You are such a big boy.” She slowly sank to her knees, positioning her pussy over Tommy’s cock. As she lowered herself onto his cock, he thrust his hips up and started fucking Kristina furiously. She put her hands on his chest and calmly said, “Take it easy honey. I’m not going anywhere. Slow down and enjoy it. Why don’t you just stay still and I’ll show you how much better it is when you slow down.”

Tommy moaned, “Oh God, yes!”

With Tommy lying perfectly still, Kristina began to ride him. She hunched over him a little like a jockey on a horse. She took a peek over her shoulder to see the other boys huddled around her enthralled by watching her hips ever so slowly and rhythmically sliding up and down Tommy’s pole. Looking back to Tommy, she started talking to him. “See how much better this is?” He nodded. He couldn’t speak. He was too busy emitting one low, continuous moan. His hands ran up and down the length of her back. They also worked around to her breasts. He fondled them gently and occasionally tweaked her nipples. “That’s it, baby. You feel so good inside me.” Kristina leaned down to purr in his ear. Tommy stopped moaning long enough to kiss her neck. By leaning down, her weight shifted slightly and that changed everything. She lifted her head and Tommy saw a look of urgency in her face. Kristina quickened her pace. Her breath was now coming in short gasps. When she spoke, voice rose in pitch and volume with each word. “Right there, angel! God, yes!” She straightened up a bit, putting her arms out beneath her and locking her elbows. With Kristina pounding down on him harder and faster, Tommy knew he couldn’t last much longer. She growled at him, “Come on, Tommy. Fuck me! Make me cum!” 

That was it. He wanted this to last forever, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. Tommy grunted, “I’m gonna cum!” He shot everything he had into Kristina’s pussy. It was the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. He hadn’t even known it was possible to feel this good.

Kristina wasn’t far behind him. She hissed, “That’s it, beautiful boy. Give me every drop!” It was now or never if she was going to cum. He had fired his shot and that rock hard cock wouldn’t be like that for much longer. Kristina redoubled her efforts. She slammed her hips down on him so hard she could hear the air being forced out of him. She was so close. She muttered a breathless, “Make me cum!”

Tommy was in heaven. He had just cum in Kristina Abernathy. But he hadn’t heard her scream. He wanted to hear her scream. He summoned up the little strength he had left and grabbed her hips. “Scream for me, Kristina!” As she slammed down on him, he met her halfway. They met with such force, it was a surprise bones weren’t broken. But that did it. Kristina’s orgasm arrived with a vengeance. 

Kristina shrieked, “Tom! Meeee!!!!” Her body trembled violently, bouncing on top of Tommy like a rag doll. Her blonde hair flew in all directions as her head shook back and forth. Her wailing gradually subsided into moans. Kristina, collapsing next to Tommy, began purring in his ear again. She had forgotten about the other boys. She was lost in the glow of an incredible orgasm.

It was only a matter of moments before Kristina remembered the other boys. She felt four hands pick her up and carry her a few feet away. Looking up, she saw Matt and David ready to take their turn. She wondered which one would fuck her first. David pulled her on top of him and slipped his cock easily into her wet pussy. “I’ve dreamed everyday about fucking you, Kristina! Beg me to fuck you!”

Kristina smiled dreamily, still not completely recovered from her orgasm. In a contented voice she said, “Please, David. Fuck me as hard as you can!” That’s when she felt another cock brush across her ass. She looked over her shoulder to see Matt staring intently at her ass. “What are you doing back there, baby?”

Without taking his eyes off her ass, Matt said, “I need to fuck your big, round ass.”

“I like a man who knows what he wants. You’ll get it as soon as David and I are done.”

“No, Kristina. I need it now.” Matt didn’t wait for a response. He jammed his cock in making Kristina screech. He sawed back and forth for a while until he had managed to get his cock completely buried in her ass. 

Kristina was still squealing, but she was adjusting quickly to both cocks. Her moans transformed from pain to pleasure. As much as Kristina loved sex, she had never been adventurous enough to try a three-way before. Now after the initial shock and pain, she began to revel in the fact that four hands were roaming her body, grabbing, groping and fondling every body part she had. And she couldn’t believe the incredible feeling of two cocks working in tandem to give her the most remarkable fuck of her life. At 5 foot 2, Kristina had nearly disappeared between the two boys who were both nearly a foot taller than her. The feeling of being entirely at their mercy just made her hotter. David’s strong hands had attached themselves to her breasts and caressed her with a tenderness that surprised her. Considering the ferocity with which her was hammering her pussy, Kristina thought would just be mauling her breasts. Matt, on the other hand, wasn’t being gentle in any way. His cock continued to plow into her ass as he clamped his right hand onto her shoulder and used his left to grab a fistful of her blonde hair. With each thrust Matt’s grunts became louder.

Putting his mouth just behind Kristina’s right ear, Matt snarled at her, “You love this don’t you, baby? Two cocks ripping you up. Tell us how much you love it, Krissy.”

In a high-pitched voice Kristina babbled, “Yes! Two cocks…so fucking big! Fuck me harder!” She was too far gone to be any more coherent than that. On the verge of a second orgasm in a mater of ten minutes, all she wanted was for them to concentrate on fucking her with everything they had.

David lay under Kristina pounding her pussy and watching her face. That beautiful, innocent face that he watched (and masturbated to) every night on The Weather Channel was now only inches away from his own. While still beautiful, the innocence was gone. At the moment, her eyes were closed but periodically they’d flutter open to show her eyes rolling back in her head. Her lips were parted, revealing clenched teeth. Kristina’s breath was coming in short gasps that puffed out her cheeks. Seeing her in the throes of ecstasy was all it took for David to cum. He grabbed her head and shouted, “Open you eyes! Look at me!” He wanted to see her eyes as he came. Kristina’s eyes shot open and locked onto David’s, at least for a moment. Only seconds later, her dark eyes seemed to explode into million pieces. It was almost like looking into a kaleidoscope. 

As David started to cum, so did Kristina. Her body jerked back and forth between the two boys, nearly throwing Matt to the ground. He just gripped her harder and came deep in her ass. With all three cumming simultaneously, a deafening roar rose from in front of the pool. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh practically echoed off the house. 

Matt pulled out to send his last blast across Kristina’s lower back. He stood on weak legs to admire his work. He loved seeing his cum trickling down her back, towards her still gaping asshole. Matt glanced over first at Dan who was smiling and applauding, then to Tommy who was staring at Kristina’s ass, jacking off with blinding speed. 

Gasping for breath, Kristina had dropped on top of David. His cock was still firmly lodged in Kristina’s pussy and he wanted to keep it there as long as possible. Resting his hands on her luscious ass, he looked up to see Dan standing ready to pick her up. He wanted to tell Dan to leave her alone, but why be greedy? It was only early afternoon. There was plenty of time to fuck her again.

Dan gingerly lifted Kristina off of David with ease. The most muscular of the boys, Dan carried her as if she weighed no more than a few pounds. He laid her down on her stomach on a large towel by the edge of the pool. Lying next to her, he whispered in her ear as he wiped Matt’s cum off her back with a towel. “You are perfection, Kristina. I hope you’re not too tired because I have a few things I’d like to try with you.”

Kristina giggled. “Try whatever you want, honey. I’ve been waiting for you all day.”

Smiling, Dan rolled her over on her back. Kristina moaned softly as he began to gently mop up David and Tommy’s cum from her pussy with another towel. He also started lapping at her nipples, sending tremors through body. Dan let his tongue trace a circle around each nipple then worked his way up her neck until he reached her mouth. Kristina greedily sucked Dan’s tongue into her mouth while he discarded the towel and rolled on top of her. Dan explored every inch of Kristina’s warm, wet mouth. Their tongues entwined with one another with such passion, the other three boys became rock hard just listening to Dan and Kristina slurping and moaning.

Kristina whimpered when he broke the kiss to push himself up to keel between her legs. Dan propped her legs against his shoulders and caressed her incredibly soft thighs. He held her calves, pulling her legs apart into a ‘v.’ Kristina smiled up at him with glazed eyes. God, she looks so damn good, Dan thought. She was covered with a thin sheen of sweat, a few blonde hairs were stuck to her forehead and she wore the expression of a well-fucked woman who wanted even more. He leaned in, with his cock no more than an inch from he what considered the Promised Land.

Kristina stared up at Dan, waiting for him to impale her with his big cock. But he just stayed still. Finally she couldn’t take any more. “I know you’ve fantasized about me, baby. I’m right here. Stuff that massive cock in me and make me scream for you. Show me how good you are. Fuck me, Danny. Fuck me.”

“Christ!” Dan shouted as he plunged into her folds. Kristina howled and wrapped her legs around the small of Dan’s back, pulling him down on top of her. It took him a moment to control himself, but Dan eventually settled into a methodical rhythm. Part of him simply wanted to tear Kristina apart. But he didn’t want to rush his first time with the woman he had desperately wanted to fuck from the first time he met her a year ago. His hands raked across her body, pausing now and then to squeeze her breasts. 

As Dan continued to relentlessly pound her pussy, Kristina closed her eyes. She loved the slow, measured strokes Dan was taking. She sighed contentedly, trying to pull him closer by squeezing her legs tighter against his back. Kristina could feel an orgasm building, but she thought she was too exhausted for it to be anything other than a little one. She was wrong. One moment Kristina was enjoying the feeling of Dan’s hands on her body and the next she was screaming her lungs out as she was rocked by her most intense orgasm yet. She begged, “Cum with me, Danny!” She bucked wildly underneath him. She dug her nails into his arms as the orgasm intensified. Kristina tried to say something else, but the words were unintelligible between the screams. 

Dan looked at her intently. Not yet, he thought. He kept his pace steady, seeming to draw out Kristina’s orgasm. Watching her writhe beneath him just made him harder. Her cries made him want to make her cum once more before he fulfilled his ultimate fantasy with Kristina.

Kristina was now too weak to keep her legs wrapped around Dan’s back. They fell open, flailing in the air as Dan just kept hammering her. The orgasm was subsiding, but she could feel a second building. She looked at him pleadingly, thinking she couldn’t take anymore, she was completely spent. The second orgasm wasn’t as strong, but in her weakened condition, Kristina thought it might kill her. She gurgled, “Oh God!” She grunted, thrashed and whimpered as the orgasm washed over her. Kristina managed, “Please!” but her plea ended there.

Watching her quivering mouth, Dan knew this was it. In no more than a second, he pulled out, moved up her body and pulled Kristina’s mouth open. He barely had time to stuff his cock in her beautiful mouth before he started cumming. This was it! The sight he had always wanted to see. His cock in Kristina Abernathy’s mouth, watching her suck down every bit of cum as she looked up at him.

Kristina had no time to react. Dan’s cock by itself filled her mouth nearly to the point of choking. When he started to cum, she had no choice but to swallow all of it. She sucked it down as loudly as she could, trying to give her young lover the best show he’d ever seen. 

When he finally finished cumming, Dan tried pushing his cock deeper in her mouth in the vain attempt to cum more. He didn’t want this to end. He wanted keep fucking that gorgeous face for the rest of his life.

Kristina let him keep his cock in her mouth for a while, realizing Dan had just lived his wildest dream. She eventually pushed him back enough to slide his cock out of her mouth. Kristina had never seen such a look of disappointment on anyone’s face before. But she knew how to change that look. She gently began lapping at his cock, licking off any cum that was still there all the while keeping her eyes riveted to his. That did the trick. Dan now had a look of total bliss on his face.

After a few minutes of this pure heaven, Dan slumped to the ground next to Kristina. They were too exhausted to move. Kristina just stared at the sky, trying to regain her breath. Dan just watched Kristina, trying to think of a way he could come back here every weekend.

Noticing a shadow covering her face, Kristina looked to see a grinning Tommy and his raging hard-on. Smiling wearily she said, “I’m sorry, baby. I’m can’t take anymore.” Tommy looked hurt. He walked over to the bar and picked up a white terrycloth robe he had taken out of Kristina’s bedroom closet. He turned back around to find Kristina standing behind him. He slipped the robe on her and began to walk away. 

Kristina grabbed him before he got too far away. Wrapping her arms around him she said, “Come lay with me for a while.” She led him to one of the deck chairs she had by the side of the pool. Smiling again, Tommy cradled her in his arms. Kristina looked at the four boys who had just given her one of the most amazing days of her life. Matt and David were relaxing in the pool, Dan had fallen asleep and Tommy was pressed up against her. She whispered to Tommy, “You can come back tomorrow if you want.”

Tommy heart raced, “All of us can come back?”

Kristina cooed, “No, sweetie. Just you. I want to get you alone. Would you like that?”

“Oh, Jesus! Yes!” As Kristina drifted of to sleep in his arms, Tommy’s head spun with the possibilities of tomorrow.

Let me know what you thought of this story. Should I write what happened the next day?



Kristina Abernathy's Sunday Fun



Kristina lay in her bed staring out the window at the early Sunday morning sunshine and thinking about yesterday. What possessed her to do that? She wasn’t a shy woman when it came to men, but she had never done anything like that. Kristina simply couldn’t help herself. The four eighteen-year-old boys that served as interns at The Weather Channel had slowly crept into her fantasies. The thought of all four them touching her and, more importantly, fucking her had begun to drive her wild. But instead of putting those thoughts out of her head, she decided to act out her fantasies. Kristina invited them to a “pool party” yesterday and spent the day being fucked repeatedly. She had never felt so wanton, so much like a slut. Kristina loved how the boys looked at her with pure lust as they fucked her. She knew they must have spent hours fantasizing about fucking her every way imaginable. To be the ultimate sexual fantasy of four handsome young men was just too much for her to resist. She even invited one of them, Tommy, to come over today. She wondered if she had crossed some line and become a whore.

That thought was a little too much for Kristina to tolerate. There was no question that she loved sex. She loved making a man as hard as she could before letting him tear her apart. But Kristina had never been in a threesome. It was always one on one. Until yesterday, that is. And it wasn’t just two guys, it was four. On top of that, they were teenagers. Kristina convinced herself it had to stop. As much as she loved what happened yesterday, she couldn’t let it happen again. She was well aware of much most men wanted her. She knew she could have virtually any man she wanted, but she never threw herself at anyone like she had done with the interns. She wasn’t a whore. She was Kristina Abernathy, a good girl. At least that’s what she thought at the moment.

As she dressed, Kristina’s mind drifted from thoughts of being convinced this couldn’t continue to how much she loved what happened yesterday. From thinking about how much she genuinely cared for these young men and their futures to the thought of each of them on top of her, inside of her. Her mind filled with the memories of yesterday afternoon. All those hands on her body, the grunts and moans of the boys as they came, her own screams as the orgasms shook her, the feel of cocks in her pussy, in her ass, in her mouth. Kristina closed her eyes and shuddered. A smile formed on her lips. Sighing, she left her bedroom and headed for the kitchen. 

Kristina tried to strengthen her resolve as she ate breakfast. There were any number of reasons why she couldn’t let this continue. The only problem was, she couldn’t seem to think of any. She just kept thinking of Tommy and how he looked at her. It was almost as if he worshiped her. There, that was a reason! Kristina couldn’t lead him on. There was no chance it could ever develop into a serious relationship. She was 32 and he was 18. This was just a fun weekend for Kristina but Tommy might think it was something more. She really did care for him and she didn’t want to hurt him. So that would be her reason. She couldn’t hurt Tommy. Now she had to call him before he came over. She didn’t know if she had the will power to do this face to face. It was safer over the phone.

That choice was already made for her, though. As she finished washing the breakfast dishes, there was a knock at her front door. Kristina froze. It was only 9AM. Tommy was here already? He can’t get enough, she thought to herself with a wry grin. No, don’t think like that, be strong, she reminded herself. Walking slowly to the door trying to formulate how she would end this with Tommy in person instead of by phone, Kristina stopped in her tracks as she saw her reflection in the hall mirror. She had been so preoccupied with convincing herself what she did yesterday was wrong she paid no attention to the clothes she put on. Now she saw her choice a tight red v-neck t-shirt and an even tighter pair of old jeans. Kristina has that proverbial hourglass figure with a tiny waist and spectacular hips. The old jeans cling to her hips and ass showing them off beautifully. Kristina’s last boyfriend teasingly called them her “grab my ass jeans” because it was virtually impossible to keep your hands off her ass once you saw it packed into those jeans. 

It was clear Kristina’s subconscious was taking over. She may have been trying to be logical about why she couldn’t continue with Tommy, but her subconscious was saying, “Screw logic, I want to be fucked!” That’s why she put on her “grab my ass jeans” instead of something more conservative. She couldn’t make Tommy stand outside the door as she changed, so she gritted her teeth and opened the door. What little resolve Kristina had left crumbled further when she saw him. He wasn’t an amazing physical specimen. Tommy was only 5 foot 7 and a little on the slight side, but his sweet face and wavy brown hair made Kristina weak. She wanted to take care of him.

Tommy stood gaping at Kristina and those tight jeans, the red t-shirt and her perfect blonde hair. His bulge, which was clearly visible to begin with, was now practically ripping the seams of his jeans. He spoke in a rush, “I know it’s early, but I couldn’t wait. I know I should be more in control, but you’re so amazing. Please don’t be mad at me.”

Kristina smiled as Tommy had found a way to combine being a horny teenager and a sweet kid. “I’m not mad.” She said. “ Just surprised. But it’s a nice surprise.” Relieved, he walked in and kissed her. Kristina crumbled a bit more. Before it was a lost cause, she pushed him away. “We need to talk.” 

Tommy may have only been 18, but even he knew that wasn’t a good phrase to hear. He watched her turn away and walk into the living room. Her ass jiggling in those tight jeans transfixed him. A whimper escaped his lips causing Kristina to smile. She knew he was staring at her ass. There was almost no resolve left. She needed to say this fast before it was too late.

Tommy spoke first. “I know what you’re going to say. We can’t do this. It’s wrong. You think you’re taking advantage of me because of my age. You’re not. I don’t think this is going to turn into a long-term relationship. It’s nothing more than two people enjoying each other. Who knows how long it will last? It doesn’t matter. Just enjoy it while it lasts.” He had rehearsed that speech for the last few hours. Tommy hadn’t been able to sleep much with the thoughts of being alone with Kristina the next day. He had gone over every sex scenario in his head and even came up with that speech in case Kristina, God forbid, decided she didn’t want to have sex with him. There was no way he was going to let her turn him away. Tommy was going to do whatever it took to spend the day fucking Kristina.

That wasn’t what Kristina expected. It sounded as if Tommy had been rehearsing that little speech, but it was still a very mature thing to say. Kristina was at a loss. Her argument had been shot down before she could make it. Finally she said, “I care about you, Tommy. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“I won’t get hurt. I just want to spend the day with you. If this is the last day for us, that’s all right. Will you be o.k.?”

Kristina smiled. “You’re worried about me? I’ll be fine. I…”

Tommy cut her off. “Then if we’re both o.k., what’s the problem? We both know this isn’t anything serious. We both enjoyed yesterday. So why not enjoy today?”

He had crossed the room and pulled Kristina against him as he spoke. With the last remnants of resolve washed away, she began kissing Tommy’s neck. She whispered, “You win, baby. I can’t say no.” The thought of being a whore entered Kristina’s head again, but now she didn’t care. She could see in Tommy’s eyes how desperately he wanted to fuck her. And she desperately wanted to be fucked. If that made her a whore, so be it. She rested her head against his chest, letting out a contented sigh as he clamped his hands on her ass.

After a few moments of Tommy squeezing her ass, Kristina led him to her couch. Pushing him down, she stood in front of him brushing his cheek with her hand. Tommy loved the gentle touch of Kristina’s soft hand. But he wasn’t really in the mood for something sweet and gentle. He wanted to tear her apart. He grabbed her hips and said, “Take off your jeans and sit in my lap.” Tommy quickly began to unzip his own jeans.

Kristina took a step back and said, “I have a better idea.” With a devilish grin, she slowly sank to her knees. Running her hands up Tommy’s thighs, she said, “I never tasted you yesterday. Would you like that?” Tommy stared at her mutely. All he could do was nod. In one motion she pulled down his jeans and boxers, letting his rock hard cock spring free. Kristina purred, “Looks like someone is happy to see me.” 

Tommy groaned as Kristina grabbed his cock and slowly slid her hand from its tip to its base. Leaning closer, she put her lips no more than an inch away from his cock. Looking up at him for what seemed like hours to Tommy, Kristina teased him by flicking her tongue across the tip of his cock. He tried to grab her head and shove it down on his cock, but she held his hands at his side. Tommy was nearly frantic. Seeing Kristina’s beautiful face that close to his cock was just too much. He needed to fuck that face. Not in an hour, not in a few minutes, now! Seeing his look of desperation, Kristina relented swallowing him whole. He wailed, “Oh…God! Suck me, Kristina!” 

Slowly, steadily Kristina drove Tommy out of his mind. He reveled in the warmth and wetness of her mouth. Freeing his hands from hers, Tommy gabbed fistfuls of Kristina’s blonde hair and shoved her head down on his throbbing cock. He was living out one of his favorite fantasies. Fucking Kristina Abernathy’s face. Pulling his hands off her head, Kristina placed them at his sides and slapped them. She then resumed methodically blowing him by dragging her tongue up and down Tommy’s shaft, sending shivers through his body. Kristina would pause occasionally to give the tip of his cock a gentle nibble, making him jump and whimper.

Kristina’s wet tongue. Her hot breath. Her soft lips. Her gentle hands. The smacking sounds she made as she hungrily sucked his cock. It was sheer ecstasy for Tommy. Her head was bobbing up and down his cock faster and faster. He wanted this to last forever, but he knew he would cum very soon. That’s when Kristina decided it was time. She deep-throated him, burying her nose in his pubic hair. She gazed up at him with a look that made it clear it was time to blow his load. Tommy unleashed a torrent of cum that nearly choked her. She recovered quickly, sucking down his extremely thick goo as she continued peering up at him.

It was thicker and there was more of it than Kristina had expected, but she knew that was because she had done her job well. She loved how Tommy’s face had turned beet red and how he writhed and moaned as she sucked him. After she loudly slurped down his last blast, Kristina leaned back for a few minutes to regain her composure then said with a giggle, “I think you like me. Did you like that, baby?”

Tommy groaned breathlessly, “God, yes. I’ve wanted that for so long. I fantasize about you all the time.”

Kristina purred, “I bet you do. I bet you have hundreds of fantasies about me. Maybe we should live out a few of them.” Her earlier thoughts of ending this were completely gone. All Kristina wanted now was to be his ultimate sexual fantasy. By fulfilling Tommy’s fantasies, she knew she’d be living out many of her own. She was aware of how many men thought of her. She had seen the websites about her, the ones with the faked photos of her being fucked. She read all the comments men had posted on those sites about how they wanted to fuck her every way possible. And she secretly craved the attention. With Tommy, she could let herself be the woman all those men wanted her to be.

Tommy stared at her. Watching a bit of his cum trickle down Kristina’s chin, he stammered, “Are you serious?”

With a sly grin Kristina replied, “Of course I am, baby. And if you thought yesterday was good, just wait. By the time I’m done fucking you, you’ll be too weak to walk.” She thought what she said sounded a little silly. She thought needed more practice at playing the role of wanton slut. But for an 18-year-old boy, those words were more than enough to send his hormones into overdrive. Tommy’s cock was slowly twitching back to life. Seeing the effect her words had on him, Kristina continued. “That’s it, honey. Get hard for me. Think of all those times I made you hard and you couldn’t do anything about it. Now’s your chance. You can fuck me as hard as you want. Make me scream your name. Make me cum, sweetie.”

In a near frenzy Tommy groaned, “Oh…God…Kristina! Stroke it!”

Kristina cooed, “I have a better idea.” Smoothing her hair and looking proper (as proper as she could with cum on her chin) she said in her best on air voice, “Hi and welcome to WeatherCenter, I’m Kristina Abernathy. We’ll get to the forecast later. Right now Tommy, my favorite intern, is about to give me the fucking I’ve needed for a long time.” 

Tommy moaned. He began stroking his cock, trying to bring it back to life faster. In a hoarse whisper he said, “Take off your clothes.”

Rising from her knees, Kristina never took her eyes away from Tommy’s gaze. She slowly swayed to imaginary music as she pulled the red t-shirt over her head and dropped it on his chest. His moaning was getting louder. As she kicked off her shoes, Kristina looked down to Tommy’s now fully erect cock. “What are you going to do to me, baby?”

In a voice trembling with anticipation Tommy answered, “I’m gonna make you yell. I’m gonna fuck you all day.” Kristina continued her dance, now wriggling out of her tight jeans. Clad only in a black bra and panties, her dancing went from a gentle swaying to the most erotic moves Tommy had ever seen in his young life. She nearly laughed when Tommy spoke again. His voice was getting very high and he was babbling. “I can’t believe this. Kristina Abernathy. You’re so fucking good!” 

Kristina kept dancing for a few minutes, first removing her bra then her panties. She shook her now nude body in front of him waiting for him to pounce. She didn’t have to wait long. When she turned away from him to wave her ass in his face, Tommy leaped off the couch, shoving her to the floor. Lying on her stomach, Kristina felt his hands grab her roughly, turning her over. She gasped as she looked into his eyes. They were on inches from hers. Kristina couldn’t recall ever seeing eyes so filled with lust. She knew that this boy that had been so nervous with her just yesterday was now going to rip her apart.

Tommy stared down at Kristina, practically drooling. Sure, he had sex with her yesterday, but this was different. It just the two of them now, she was his. He wanted to savor every second. His hands roamed across her soft, warm flesh. Tommy began to knead Kristina’s breasts, eliciting moans from her. He was trying to take his time, but the feel of her skin, the smell of her body and the sound of her moans was more than an eighteen year old could handle. He’d take his time later. Right now it was time to tear this beautiful little blonde to pieces. With one quick, forceful thrust he slammed into her. 

Kristina shrieked as the force of the thrust shoved her nearly a foot across the carpet. Her body was repeatedly being driven into the floor. Spreading her legs wider, she took Tommy in as deep as he could go. Her voice rose with the impending orgasm, “That’s it, Tommy! Fuck me…for all those times I teased you…for all those times I made you hard…don’t hold back…fuck me!!”

Those words coming from that incredibly sweet face drove Tommy wild. He continued to pound Kristina with all his might. He loved how her body shook under his assault. The harder he fucked her, the more her eyes seemed to beg for more. Her wails had gradually become one long continuous wail. Tommy couldn’t wait any longer. With a loud grunt, he came deeply in his ultimate fantasy woman. Just seconds after he started to cum, Kristina’s eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a howl that shook the room. As if it was taking 10,000 volts, her body quaked violently.

Completely spent, Tommy slumped to the floor next to Kristina. He watched her chest heave as she slowly regained her breath. His cock may have been spent, but that didn’t stop his hands. Her warm body was just too sensational to resist. He stroked her thighs, squeezed her ass and fondled her breasts all with Kristina’s approving murmurs.

As Tommy continued to play with her body, Kristina said with a soft giggle, “You really didn’t hold back, did you? Maybe we should try my ass next. Would you like to fuck my ass?”   

“God, yes!” Tommy moaned. “Would you put on that short brown print skirt you wear on the air? It really shows off your ass.”

Kristina smiled. “I’ll do whatever you tell me, baby. I’m all yours today.” 

“Then put on that skirt and the black sweater and stockings you wear with it. I want you to pretend you’re on the air as I fuck you.”

Kristina got up and headed for her bedroom to change. Tommy watched her nude body jiggle away. His mind was filled with thoughts of her trying to do a weather forecast as he took her ass. That was his favorite fantasy. But I’ll tell you that story another time.



Kristina & Kathy



Prologue

Kathy O'Neil was in her back yard washing the cherry red '65 Mustang her late husband had purchased for her, and as usual, I couldn't take my eyes off her. The sun was shining, and the temperature had climbed past the century mark for the third straight day. It was the kind of heat that made you want to take all your clothes off, regardless of who was looking. I stood watching Kathy through the small window above her kitchen sink, waiting for her daughter Kristina. We were going shopping at the mall where it was cool, before returning later in the evening to go swimming. As Kathy's hands flew in a circular motion over the hood of her car, her breasts bobbled wildly beneath her t-shirt, and from the side I could see her shorts riding up the deep slit between her buttocks. Although I was filled with guilt, I began to fantasize walking up from behind as she was bent over the car, my arms closing around her waist. She whispered to me that there wasn't much time, so I pull her shorts down, and enter her quickly, taking her hard and fast over the hood of her car. Again and again, I drove my cock into her, my hands gripping her huge breasts as they slapped together...

"Hi baby," Kristina said, kissing me softly. I was jolted from my fantasy immediately, as Kristina pushed her teenage body against me and I captured her in my arms, slipping my hands down to cup her buttocks while slipping my tongue into her mouth.

"Oh my, you are happy to see me," she laughed, stroking my cock. "I'm sorry I was so tired last night. Apparently, our fun this morning didn't completely satisfy you though."

"No, no, it's okay, sweetie. I just wanted to return your favor, I wasn't angry. Just disappointed." The guilt was overpowering now, but there was no reason why she needed to find out that the erection was not because of her. 

She hugged me tighter, kissing me on the cheek, then led my out the door.

"You don't want breakfast?" I asked.

"No, it's nearly noon. I'm sorry I took so long, but the shower felt so good. We can grab something at the mall." She gathered her small purse, adjusted her hair in a mirror hanging over one of the kitchen counters, and led me to out the door. 

"We're leaving now, mom," she shouted out to her mother, who was now waxing the car behind the giant pool in the back yard. "We'll be back later."

"Ok, you two have a good day. Goodbye Kevin," Kathy said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She smiled at me, and I thought I recognized a glint in her eye, as if she had seen as much as I thought she might have the night before. 

"We'll see you soon, Kathy. It was wonderful to meet you."

Part I

Kristina

I had been dating Kristina O'Neil for seven months, and I'd been in love with her for almost six. Kristina was 19, and I had met her when she began working in my office as an intern during her senior year of high school. At 28, I had already built my accounting firm into one of the more successful businesses in the area, and we regularly took on interns from the high school that were interested in pursuing a degree in accounting or finance in college. The experience looked good on their college applications, and we were able to get a lot of extra work done that nobody really had much time to do. 

I interviewed Kristina myself, and she was easily the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, I nearly spilled water all over my desk when she walked into my office. She had long blonde hair, perfectly straight, and framed the beautiful features of her face, which were settling into a gorgeous smile. Her soft lips parted, revealing a perfect row of white teeth, and cheeks flushed a bit as I walked over to shake her hand. Kristina's big blue eyes flickered for a moment as she introduced herself, and I fought to restrain the little voice inside my head that suggested she liked what she saw. She was dressed in an expensive navy pantsuit, and beneath the jacket she wore a cream colored blouse with a plunging neckline. 

I invited her to sit down, and as she did so, she unbuttoned the jacket. For the second time in two minutes, I nearly spilled the bottle of water I had been sipping from, as I sat down behind my desk. My eyes were drawn to her enormous breasts jutting proudly from beneath the confines of her blouse, which was impossibly stretched to its outer limits. Kristina had the deepest cleavage I had ever seen, and as beautiful as her smile was, I couldn't help but steal quick glances at her breasts throughout the interview.

We talked for nearly an hour, and I was delighted to discover that she was as smart, charming, and funny as she was beautiful. I hired her on the spot, and walked her out to the door. 

"Thank you so much, Mr. Thomas. I won't disappoint you." She shook my hand, and her smile reappeared. My knees buckled, but I managed to maintain my composure.

"Please, you're making me feel old. My name is Kevin, you're free to call me that, unless it makes you feel uncomfortable."

"Ok, well, thank you, Kevin," she said, laughing softly. "I'll be here at 2:30 on Monday. I'll see you then?"

"Have a great weekend," I replied, watching her leave. I turned just in time to catch the remaining remnants of the smirk that had passed over my assistant Janet's face.

"What are you grinning at? Don't you have work to do?" I teased.

"Well, I knew you'd hire a gorgeous one eventually," she said. 

"You were extremely professional," she said. "The entire time I was there, you never indicated that you were interested. I appreciate that very much."

"Sexual harassment isn't something to fool around with," I said, taking her hand as we walked along the beach. 

It was our fifth date in 2 weeks, and I still hadn't slept with her. On the Friday of her last day, I took her out to dinner, as I do all the interns who finish their work. But this had been the first time I had asked one of them out. Several times I had ended up in bed with them, and on more than one occasion, the "fling" had lasted throughout the summer until, inevitably, the young girl would go off to school. With Kristina, the chemistry was different. She was a nice change; I was excited about dating a girl that I was interested in beyond getting her into bed. But after having spent so much time with her, my defenses were beginning to wear down. I had seen her mind-boggling proportions hinted at in the tiniest of tank tops, skin-tight jeans, and shorts, not to mention the bikini she wore on our trip to the very same beach the previous weekend.

"Kristina, it really was difficult. You are so beautiful, and so damn sexy. I couldn't get you out of my mind. And of course, I figured I had no shot at you."

"Why not?" she asked, turning to look at me. 

"Well, you are a bit younger. And, well, you're a knockout." My eyes drifted down to her breasts, which were fighting with each other beneath a baby t-shirt that exposed a great deal of her midriff. 

Of course, the thought that she was younger and therefore untouchable had never entered my mind, the truth was, I had slept with more 18-year-old girls in the last three years than I had in my entire high school career. But Kristina was by far the most beautiful, and though she never spoke about a boyfriend, she didn't seem to be the kind of girl that spent much time alone. 

"Age really doesn't matter. My mother is in her mid-forties, and we could be sisters. Except of course, her breasts are bigger. And she has a nicer ass." 

"Bigger than you? Is that possible?" I laughed, watching her cheeks turn red.

"Oh shut up and kiss me, before you get yourself in trouble." 

I caressed the smooth skin of her face with my palms, noting again just how young she looked in the sunlight, before pressing my lips against hers, pulling her closer. Her huge breasts pushed against my bare chest, and my hands drifted down to cup her full ass cheeks as our tongues began to dance with each other. 

"Fuck me," she whispered. "I can't wait any longer, Kevin. Please fuck me."

"Oh god, baby, I've wanted too for so long...."

She stripped naked in front of me, slowly revealing her glorious body for the first time. Her breasts were huge, perfectly rounded, firm, and easily the biggest I had ever seen. My cock awakened the instant she pulled off her shirt and shook out her hair, causing her breasts to bobble for instant just inches from me. Her large, dark nipples were already erect and sat proudly in the center of half-dollar sized areoles, and I fought to keep myself from reaching to her before she could remove her shorts. 

"Jesus, Kris," I whispered. "They're more beautiful than I imagined."

She stepped out of her shorts, and smiled at me as I took her in my arms. My hands explored her smooth skin, and as my tongue plunged deeper into her mouth, I squeezed the full, firm, rounded cheeks of her ass in my hands as I had done at least a dozen times before. 

The foreplay didn't last very long; I could feel the sticky indications of her arousal on my throbbing cock, which had nestled against her hairless sex. In an instant, I picked her up, carried her over to the wall, and spread her lips with my fingers. She looked me in the eyes and begged me again to fuck her, even as I thrust into her tight sex. The hunger and need in her eyes was obvious and powerful, and she clung to me like a second skin as I invaded the deep folds of her drenched pussy. 

"Goddamn it," I cried. "You're so fucking tight Kris."

"Fuck me hard, baby," she moaned as my head dipped to take her nipples into my mouth. She arched her back, pressing her huge tits up against me and I began to pound her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist while her hands gripped my buttocks to pull me tighter against her. Again and again I pounded into her, ripping the cries from her mouth as I sucked harder on each one of her bouncing breasts.

"Fuck me harder! Yeah, fuck that little pussy...fuck it hard baby...." She screamed. 

Soon, our lips met again, and we kissed each other feverishly, my hips snapping uncontrollably, driving my rock hard cock deep into her tight, teenage sex. Her full thighs gripped me even tighter as she began to scream, low, guttural cries indicating that she was cumming as I pounded her up against the wall.

"Don't stop fucking me, please, keep fucking me hard baby...fuck my little pussy raw baby, fill me with your cum..." 

I was lost in my own world of pleasure, as her incredibly tight sex gripped my thick cock tighter and tighter. I couldn't hold back any longer, and as I again took a breast into my mouth, my balls began to empty inside of her. I cried out her name again and again as blast after blast of hot, thick cum began to spurt wildly into her young pussy. The feel of my cum shooting wildly deep inside of her caused Kristina's body to contort in orgasm yet again, and I squeezed her against me as her breasts heaved and body shook. 

I held her up against the wall, my cock still buried inside her, our foreheads brushing against each other as sweat poured off of us. Her breasts heaved against me, sticking to my moist skin, and her legs were still wrapped around me when I carried her over to my bed.

"Jesus, baby, you are so beautiful. Even more beautiful than I imagined."

"So are you," Kristina said. "Your cock is so thick and powerful, I came the minute you pushed into me."

I turned on my side, resting my cheek in my palm while gently caressing her huge right breast with the other hand. Her nipples were still hard, and a thin film of slick sweat covered her body, making it glisten in the moonlight as it streamed in through the open shade. My cock began to rise again, and she smiled as I moved over her, kissing her gently before sliding up towards her breasts.

"Baby," I whispered, my face inches from hers. "Can I fuck your big tits?"

"Mmm, yes baby, they're nice and slick for you too." I pushed forward, resting my cock between her enormous breasts, and she squeezed her flesh around me. I groaned with pleasure as I began to gently thrust, placing my hands over hers to squeeze the abundant tit-flesh tighter around my cock. Kristina licked the head of my cock as it pushed through the deep valley of her breasts, and I stopped for a moment to allow her to suck on the engorged head before resuming my thrusts.

"Fuck my tits baby, fuck them so hard...blow your cum all over me baby. I want a bigger load than last time. Come on baby, please," she begged. I had never heard her utter a curse word, let alone talk as openly as she was, and it encouraged me to quicken my pace. Soon, I was pounding into her tits, my balls slapping into her breasts. The mere size and weight of her tits was more than I could handle, and I could feel another orgasm beginning to rise inside of me. My balls tightened and I began to groan. Kristina recognized the tell-tale signs of my impending climax and squeezed her breasts harder, pulling her nipples as she looked into my eyes and begged me again to reward her with a copious load of cum.

"Oh fuck, here it comes baby, oh fuck Kris, here it is!" I shouted, as a huge blast of cum shot from cock, blasting Kristina right in the left eye, causing her to close it immediately. A second blast caught her nose, and cum began to drip from the tip down to her mouth before mixing with the blast that had trickled from her eye. Subsequent blasts splashed against her chin, her left cheek and nostril, before she took hold of the cock and began to milk out the rest of the cum. I was crying out her name as my hot seed continued to drain from me, showering her left nipple, before she covered my cock in her mouth and swallowed the remaining sperm. 

I collapsed on top of her and she stroked my hair softly, before I moved down her stomach, kissing and licking the sweat from her smooth skin as she brought her own breasts to her lips, cleaning them of my cum and sweat. 

Kristina was once again soaked, and was not shy about asking for what she wanted. I felt her hips flex up towards me as she felt my hot breath near her pussy.

"Fuck that pussy with your tongue, baby, please..." she groaned, thrusting her sex up towards my waiting lips. I parted her sex with my fingers, immediately driving my tongue deep inside her sopping hole, gripping her firm buttocks in my hands. I brought one hand around to stroke her sex lips, finding her hardened clit as it emerged from beneath its shy little hood. Kristina guided my fingers, and indicated the kind of pressure she wanted, and moved my finger in a circular motion; barely touch the surface of her sensitive flesh. I quickened the pace of my tongue, and matched the rhythm with my finger. Kristina began to whimper, and my face quickly became saturated with her juices. I lapped up her nectar as it began shooting in my mouth in steadier streams. I had seen a pussy so wet in my life. 

Her cries had gone hoarse, her body stiffened, and her legs began to buck and writhe around me. I gripped her ass even harder as I continued to drive my tongue in and out of her, and Kristina's body arched, her breasts wobbling violently, and much to my surprise, a steady stream of fluid began to spurt from her, splashing me in the face again and again. My hair was soaked with it, as, like a geyser, it continued to spout. I managed to open my eyes long enough to see Kristina's face contorted in orgasm, and she was screaming nearly at the top of her lungs as she roughly pulled her nipples up from her chest. 

As she began to settle down, her pussy gripped my tongue tighter once again, and I could feel her muscles flexing. Soon, a thicker cream oozed from her sex, and I drank it down quickly, before cleaning her as best I could, licking the cum that had saturated the split between her buttocks. When my tongue found her tiny rosebud, Kristina flinched, but allowed me to drive my tongue into her anus. I licked and sucked the cum that had dribbled down to her asshole into my mouth, and soon I was left with a raging erection. Mounting her, I eased my length into her messy pussy once more, and rode her to a third orgasm, filling her once more with my hot seed, before finally collapsing on top of her. Our bodies remained connected, and the mixture of sweat and cum caused our skin to stick together as she held me in her arms, softly kissing my head. 

"

I love you, Kevin," she whispered. I had drifted off to sleep, and the words drifted unheard off into the hot, sticky, summer evening. 

After our first encounter, Kristina proved to be as experimental and creative in bed as any woman I had known. She indicated on several occasions that she was not interested in anal sex, but we enjoyed teasing each other with tongues and fingers. Our relationship progressed steadily over the next month, and as we ate dinner at a charming restaurant overlooking the river, I took her hand in mine and told her I loved her. Had I heard her whisper the same words to me just a few weeks earlier, I wouldn't have felt so nervous before I said it. Kristina's eyes began to tear, and she laughed to keep herself from crying, squealing in delight, as she told me she loved me as well. As we crawled into bed that night, Kristina suggested that it was time I meet her mother. I held her against me and told her that I would be honored. I was happy, in love, and excited about my future. I should have known that something had to give. 

Part II

Kathy

The following Saturday came, and Kristina and I prepared to meet her mother at her house for a bar-b-que. Kris wore a tight white t-shirt without a bra, and a tiny pair of blue cotton shorts that clung to her ass and sex like a second skin. Across the cheeks of her ass, the word "H O T T I E" was printed, and I my gaze locked on the swell of her buttocks as the thrust against the flimsy material covering them. Just watching her huge breasts wobble beneath her shirt, the material stretched between her stiff nipples was enough to send my mind racing, and for most of the morning my cock was as hard as a rock. Just before we walked out the door, I reached out and squeezed Kristina's buttocks before pulling her back against me.

"Baby, you've got me so hard. I don't think it's a good idea for me to meet your mother this way." I kissed her neck, breathing in heavily to capture the smell of her hair. The smooth skin on the side of her neck tasted amazingly sweet as I kissed her, and she turned in my arms. 

"So, am I supposed to just drop to my knees and suck your cock whenever you get hard, Kevin?"

I pulled her closer, my arms snaking around her waist, and darting beneath the elastic band at her waist to cup her full, bare ass cheeks. 

"You're not wearing underwear, Kris. Not even a thong. What did you think was going to happen?"

"You'll just have to wait until dinner is over, because I'm not messing up my makeup and getting all sweaty before we get to mom's house. Besides, you fucked me in the shower, you're insatiable." She knew she was teasing me as she thrust her tight, rounded ass back into my hands. At the same time, she crushed her breasts against my chest, and I nearly exploded in my pants. She kissed me quickly before breaking our embrace.

I watched her young buttocks sway back and forth all the way down the driveway, her beautiful hair gently blowing in the breeze. I had my hand on her thigh the entire drive over to the house, and she giggled when pulled in her mother's driveway, her eyes dropping down to my lap. My cock was still straining against the confines of my shorts, and she knew there wasn't time to do a thing about it.

"You're a little tease," I said. "I should just fuck you in the back seat, whether your mom sees us or not."

"Oh really? The first time you meet my mom, you want her to see you shooting cum in her daughter's face?" 




Kristina & Kathy Pt. 02



Part III 
Kevin

Kristina and I spent most of the day in the mall, and we were forced to make several trips to the car to drop off the packages she had accumulated. From bed linens, to clothes, Kristina had spent more money in a day, than I had spent in the last six months. Kristina had also managed to turn every head in the mall, with her baby t-shirt exposing her taut, flat stomach and navel ring, and her breasts nearly ripping the seams to shreds. The hem of her denim skirt fell to mid-thigh, and was easily the shortest skirt I had ever seen her wear. Inside a lingerie store, the female clerk that measured Kristina's bust size turned bright red as she went about a task several hundred men in the mall would have paid to complete. The clerk had probably measured hundreds of women in her time at the store, but Kristina's figure wasn't exactly common. 

"So what's the deal, babe?" I asked, as we sat at a small table along the main concourse of the third floor. "You've never talked about your father, and that's an awful lot of money to spend for a girl in college. There must be a few things I don't know."

"I know, I'm sorry I haven't been open about my dad, I just didn't want to bring it up so early in our relationship. But I have no problem talking about him." Kristina sat for a moment, looking into my eyes, and then nervously, her eyes darted around the mall. She toyed with the condensation that had formed around her ice-cold cup of lemonade, and I could see she was struggling with something. Eventually, she looked up, smiled, and began to speak. 

Henry O'Neil, Kristina's father, was a hardworking man who had taken his small garage and turned it into a chain of automobile repair shops that spread throughout twelve states. At some point, he had managed to purchase himself a thousand shares of stock at fifty cents per share in a newly formed computer company founded by one of the more promising young technological minds in the country. Within ten years, the price of the stock had exploded, and Kristina's father instantly became one of the wealthier men in the country. 

It took very little of the money Henry had made to expand his business, and within four years, fifty franchises had emerged across the country. Eventually, Henry decided that he had worked long enough. He sold all his interest in the business he created, and began to purchase and restore classic cars. Between the proceeds from the sale of his business, and the money he had made in the stock market, Henry O'Neil retired before his mid-fifties, and had amassed a net worth of nearly 800 million dollars. 

Kristina's father had poured nearly all his time into improving his business, almost completely neglecting a social life. There were plenty of interested women, but Henry's mind was always too distracted with other matters. He simply didn't care to devote his energy to a relationship until he retired. 

Kathy Aylesworth was a 24-year-old bank manager at the time, and she handled the management of Henry's enormous accounts. They met once a week for nearly a year before Henry, at 54, finally mustered the courage to ask Kathy out. Kathy was already engaged at the time, but Henry's charm, persistence, and maturity won her heart, and they were married within 3 months of their first date. The stares and disgusted looks Kathy received from townspeople that assumed she was a gold digger were ignored, nobody seemed to care that she had insisted on a pre-nuptial agreement because she felt it would ease Henry's mind and prove that her love was genuine. Henry refused to have an agreement drawn up, initially, but relented in the end. 

Two years later, Kathy became pregnant with Kristina, and for a brief time, Henry was as happy as he had ever been. Two months after the birth of his daughter, however, Henry's heart began to fail. 

The downward spiral of Henry's health hadn't lasted long, and two short years after he was married, Henry finally succumbed to his illness. The news from Henry's lawyer that Henry had torn up the pre-nuptial agreement seven months after it was signed did little to ease Kathy's pain. Heartbroken and alone, and wealthier beyond her dreams, Kathy healed herself by pouring her energy into her daughter. Kathy dated a few times, but nobody ever won her heart, Henry had been the last man Kathy loved. 

When Kristina finished speaking, I took her hand in mine, as a small tear ran down her left cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb, and then kissed her hand as she composed herself.

"Thank you for sharing that story with me, Kris. I can see how much it hurts you to talk about it."

"Yeah, he was quite an amazing man. I'm sorry that I never really got a chance to know him, but mom talks so openly and honestly about him, I really do feel close to him."

"Kathy hasn't fallen in love once in 17 years?" I asked, amazed. "But she's so beautiful. She must have had a ton of men chasing after her."

"Well, she spent a lot of time with me, and when she did go out, she had trouble sifting through the men who knew she had inherited everything from daddy. She tried to downplay the money, building a smaller house, buying just the cars she wanted to drive, no expensive jewelry, but everyone knew. Eventually, she just stopped trying."

I kissed Kristina's hand once again and smiled at her. We walked back to my car quietly; my arm nestled around her waist. After helping her in, I drove back to her house as the bright yellow sun finally went down around us. 

"Aren't you staying tonight, Kevin?" Kristina asked, as she got out of the car. 

"I don't have any clothes here, and tomorrow's a work day."

"Oh please, you own the place, you can take a day off if you want to. Besides, I've seen you at work. You sit around surfing sports web sites, and reading the newspaper. You only do about 3 hours of actual work."

I laughed, unable to deny it. Work had nothing to do with my reluctance to go inside, but there wasn't much else I could say. My gaze drifted down from her face to her chest. Leaning in through the window to talk with me, her shirt had drooped in front, and her enormous breasts hung down, squashed against her arms that were bracing her on the inside of the window frame. 

"I don't know how I ever say no to you, Kris," I laughed, turning the car off. The heat had not yet broken, even though the sun had gone down, and I suggested we jump in the pool for a while before getting dinner. After changing our clothes, I followed Kristina downstairs to the kitchen, and we walked out on to the deck through the sliding glass doors I had first spotted Kathy through that morning.

Kathy was lying down in a deck chair listening to the radio and sipping iced tea. I didn't see her at first; my eyes were locked on Kristina's tight ass as she walked towards the edge of the pool ahead of me. Around the deck, candles sat perched atop small wooden towers, and the flickering lights danced across the water in the pool like small shards of moonlight. 

"Well, hello, you two," she said. "You spent quite a lot of time at the mall, I thought you had gotten lost."

"Time wasn't all your daughter spent," I joked, finally looking to my right. I gasped when I set my eyes on Kathy. I heard a splash behind me and knew that Kristina had jumped in the pool, but there wasn't much else I was aware of except that Kathy O'Neil's impossibly huge breasts were covered in nothing more than two small triangles of cloth and some string as she sat at the edge of the water. The bottom half of her bikini wasn't much bigger than the top, and my cock sprang to life immediately. 

"It's a new suit Kevin, do you like it?" she asked. "It's kind of small, but I'm in my own back yard, so I didn't think it was a big deal." 

"It, uh, it's very nice Kathy. You have a great body." I couldn't believe I had said it again, remembering the previous day when I had let a similar compliment slip through my lips before I had time to pull it back.

"Well, thank you," she beamed. "I'm not as young and firm as Kristina, but I'm alright."

Truth be told, Kathy's body was, oddly, both similar and different than that of her daughter's. Her legs were pressed against the bottom of the chair, and the lushness of her flesh that I had noticed upon meeting her, once again was on display before me. She was watching me intently as I poured my eyes over her body. I smiled when she caught my gaze with hers, and Kathy smiled briefly before finally looking away. I vaguely heard Kristina asking me to get in the pool, telling me how good the water felt, but I was too distracted to care. My eyes traveled up over the thin piece of material covering Kathy's sex, and my cock lurched at the site of her full, rounded thighs, and the flesh of her ass cheeks pressed against the chair. 

Her stomach was slightly rounded, not quite the tight, smooth, taut belly her daughter possessed, but the curve was barely noticeable and incredibly sexy. Her breasts jutted proudly from her chest, and as Kathy sipped her drink, they pressed together, creating the largest valley of tit-flesh I'd ever seen. Her beautiful eyes were once again locked on me when I finally broke my gaze. 

Turning around, I quickly stripped off my shirt and shorts, and jumped into the pool wearing my swimming trunks. My cock finally relaxed a bit as the cool water washed over me, and I felt Kristina come up behind me as I emerged from beneath the dark water. Kristina's breasts were clearly naked, I could feel the hot peaks of her nipples pressing against my back, and she whispered to me that she had taken off her suit. She began to tug at strings of my suit, and I turned in her arms.

"Kris, your mother is up on the deck." It was an Olympic sized pool with a wooden deck surrounding the entire perimeter, and we were at the far end of the pool, as far away from Kathy as was possible. A small pile of wet strings and cloth sat on the edge of the deck, and Kristina giggled as she pressed her bare breasts against my chest.

"It's okay, baby," she said. "Mom and I swim naked all the time." Although the visual brought to mind by Kristina's words was enough to make me choke on the very air I was breathing, I managed to stay above water and attempted to take control of the situation.

"That may be true, but I'm not around when that happens. And I don't think your mother would appreciate me skinny-dipping in her pool with her teenage daughter right in front of her eyes."

"Mom," Kristina called. "Do you mind if Kevin takes off his trunks?"

"Why would I mind?" Kathy called back, as I sank down further in the water, about to die of embarrassment. 

"See?" Kristina chuckled. "Now get 'em off." 

I allowed her to tug the shorts down, but I was unable to move as I watched Kris place them next to her bikini. The water felt incredible, but I couldn't help my initial embarrassment and it took me a few minutes before I mustered the courage to swim around the pool with Kristina. 

Eventually, I made my way to the far end of the pool again, and leaned back against the side, facing the deck and the house at the other end. I draped my arms along the edge of the pool as Kristina swam over to me. 

"Can I get either of you two anything? I'm going into the house for some more ice." Kathy's voice seemed to come out of nowhere, as the haze of dusk had completely taken hold of the sky. 

"No thanks, we're all set mom," Kristina called back, staring at me. I focused a bit and through the darkness, I could finally make out Kathy's form as she walked towards the patio doors. For a brief second, with the aid of the flickering candlelight, I could make out the top of Kathy's thong were it disappeared from her waist down into the crack between her buttocks, which were completely exposed to my view. They were large, but firm, and jutted out from the center of her body in a similar manner to Kristina's ass. Though not as tight and sculpted as her daughter's backside, there was something infinitely sexy about the full fleshiness of Kathy's ass, and Kristina knew I was staring.

"Hey, you-who...quit staring at my mother's bubble butt, will ya?" The patio door squeaked shut, and I smiled as Kristina turned my head towards her.

"I'm sorry Kris, it's just that, you know, she seems so confident. I think it's amazing, at her age... and I'm wondering why she isn't involved with someone."

"I think she just fell into the habit she was in, and became content with her life. I just want her to be happy."

Kristina moved closer to me, her breasts pressing against my chest, and her arms locked around my shoulders. I pulled her close and began to kiss her, our tongues intertwining, our legs dancing with each other beneath the water. My cock pressed up against her stomach, and she giggled softly. She began to rub her engorged nipples up and down my chest, and my cock sprang to life between us.

"Is that for me, or did my mother's ass create that?" she asked. It was obvious she was kidding, and had no idea how on the mark her question was. I wasn't sure myself, but I momentarily forgot about Kathy when I looked into Kristina's eyes and planted my lips once again against hers. 

Kristina moved closer and wrapped her legs around my waist, the head of my cock near the entrance of her pussy.

"Fuck me, Kevin," she whispered. "Mom will never know, just go slowly and fuck me right here."

"Kris, your mother, she'll, uh, she'll..." Kristina silenced me with a kiss, and her hand moved between us to guide my cock inside of her. I groaned softly in her ear as the length of my cock drove deep into her tight, wet sex, and she immediately began to ride softly up and down, I matched her rhythm the best I could. Without being able to grip the sides of the pool, I was sure we would sink underwater, but we managed to stay afloat. 

Kristina's mouth was locked on my shoulder to prevent her from crying out, and her hands gripped the side of the pool for greater leverage. She began to moan louder, and I knew she was about to cum. Normally it would have taken her much longer to climax, but apparently she found the situation as exciting as I did. The patio door squeaked as it opened once more, and just as Kristina exploded on my cock, Kathy emerged from the door. 

"You two aren't screwing around in my pool, are you," she giggled as she sat down at the waters edge. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck Kris, please..." I said through Kristina's hand, which had clamped down over my mouth. I was about to cum, when over Kristina's shoulder; I saw a flash of movement, followed by the splash of water. Kathy had jumped in the pool. 

She was swimming towards us rapidly as my balls let loose a load of cum so strong, that my gyrations wrenched Kristina's hands from the side of the pool. I cried out against Kristina's neck as my orgasm ripped through my body, sending several more blasts of cum into the tight sex that gripped my cock. Finally, my own gyrations caused us to separate, and I fell back against the side of the pool. Kristina moved up and hugged me, her hands finding my ass as she kissed me on the cheek.

Kathy had made her way to Kristina, and rose up from beneath the water; only her head and the tops of her shoulders were visible above the water line. I gasped, noticing that there were no straps over Kathy's shoulders, she was at least topless, and probably totally naked beneath the water. 

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything, but the water looked so nice. Feels really great too."

I could barely see Kathy's enormous breasts, bobbing beneath the surface of the water, but it was enough to awaken my cock, despite the fact that I had cum just a couple minutes before. Kathy and Kristina raced down to the other end of the pool, and I breathed a sigh of relief that Kathy hadn't come any closer. Reminding myself that Kathy was my girlfriend's mother didn't do much good, especially when I saw both Kris and Kathy climbing the ladder at the other end of the pool. 

Once again, I fixed my eyes on Kathy's incredible ass, and was still staring when Kathy turned around. She caught me. I couldn't see her eyes clearly, but I knew she probably had the same soft smile creeping into the corners of her mouth that I had seen when I our eyes met on the deck earlier. 

"Kevin, Kristina and I are going to make dinner. I know it's a little late, but she said you two hadn't eaten, and I'm starving. You can stay in the pool if you'd like. I know it's more comfortable in there."

"I'll be right out Kathy," I answered. "It is nice, but I'm not usually a big swimmer." "Ok, sweetie," she said, turning once again. She had wrapped a towel around her naked body, but I still had the glimpse of her ass as she climbed up the ladder on my mind. 

The two women were still inside as I made my way across the pool to the ladder. I managed to pull my swimming trunks back on over my raging erection before Kristina came back out. 

"You didn't have to get out, babe," she said. 

"I know, but I was kind of thirsty, actually."

"Oh, well, go inside and mom will help you. I know I haven't given you a tour of the house yet, but we can do that tomorrow."

I was both excited, and terrified of being alone again with Kathy. I hadn't been able to keep my eyes off of her all night, and she knew it. At some point, her polite, accepting demeanor would turn to disgust. She was liable to throw me out of the house if I continued acting the way I had been acting. 

Opening the patio door, I remembered too late that I hadn't put my shirt back on, and as I made my way into the kitchen, I spotted Kathy closing the refrigerator door. She was now wearing another pair of cutoff shorts, and a t-shirt, and she smiled as I stepped into the kitchen. 

"Ooh, hey Kevin, nice pecs," she laughed, turning her back to me. "Can I offer you something," she said, looking back at me from over her shoulder. Her eyebrow raised and a smirk briefly crossed her lips. I nearly fell over. 

"Uh, yeah, I came in to get a drink."

"The glasses are in the cupboards in the corner there, and you can help yourself to whatever you'd like."

"Great, thank you Kathy." As I walked over to get a glass, Kathy bent over to reach something beneath the sink. Her movement caused the shorts she was wearing to pull up tight against her large buttocks, and the material slipped deep inside the crack of her ass. It seemed for an instant that her ass cheeks would rip the seems apart and explode into view, but she stood upright and I quickly turned my back. 

I poured myself a glass of iced tea, and stood watching Kathy's breasts bobble beneath her shirt as she chopped carrots for a salad. My cock, now perpetually erect, was throbbing painfully inside my wet swimming trunks, and I decided then that I had to fuck Kathy, whatever the cost to my relationship with Kristina.

"Kathy, how come you never remarried when your husband died? She turned to me for a moment and smiled, before resuming her chore. 

"I think I just got so used to taking care of Kristina, and busying myself with other things, that men were not a priority. It may be an excuse, maybe I was afraid I wouldn't meet another man like Henry, I don't know." 

"But, you're still so young, and you were when he passed. Didn't you miss, you know, uhh, sex?" 

"Of course I did, but you don't need a man to have sex, Kevin," she said, dumping the carrots into a large bowl. She turned to me as she wiped her hands with a towel, and we stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Apparently, my jaw had dropped open, because she started to chuckle. 

"Don't get all excited, chief. I was talking about masturbation. I've never made love to a woman, though I've thought about it." 

I sat down at the head of a huge, wooden, hand-carved table that sat at the other end of the kitchen, away from the cupboards, island, sink, and cooking area that Kathy was busying herself in. My cock felt as though it weighed a hundred pounds, and for a brief second, my swimming trunks stuck to my legs, pulling my shorts down a bit. I knew that they had bunched up around my erection, and if Kathy were to look down, she could clearly see my length and arousal pressing against the fabric. A chandelier located directly above the table was the only light on in the room, and it had been set on dim, creating a strangely romantic setting that seemed to be turning me on even more. It felt as though Kathy and I were on a date, and she was making dinner for us. 




Kristina & Kathy Pt. 02



"I must say though, it's nice to be making dinner for a man again." 

Kathy smiled as she sat down in the chair to my left, placing a glass of wine in front of her. My eyes drifted to her shorts as she crossed her legs, and again, the size of her round, creamy thighs entranced me. As my eyes drifted up her leg, I noticed that the leg opening in her shorts was cut off just a few inches below her sex. Had she positioned it right, I probably would have seen her pussy, even with the minimal light from overhead. Her nipples were completely erect and pressing against the thin shield of her top, and I found it impossible not to stare at her mind-boggling cleavage.

"You are so beautiful Kathy," I whispered softly. "It's just shocking to me that you don't have a man."

"Thank you Kevin. I see Kristina was right about how sweet you are." She sipped her wine, and we stared at each other again. I could feel her eyes drifting over me, and there was no way I could hide my throbbing cock from her view, even with the dim lighting. As her gaze drifted down to my crotch, she sipped her wine again, raising her eyebrows. A faint smile drifted across her lips, and we sat in silence for a few moments. 

The sound of the patio doors sliding open to my right jerked me out of my trance, and Kathy quickly shifted her eyes to Kristina who had already stepped through the opening and was now closing the doors again. 

She came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me on the cheek. 

"It's so quiet, you two must have been discussing me," she said. A nervous chuckle escaped my lips, and again, Kathy's eyes met mine as Kristina turned back towards the cupboards.

"Kevin was just asking me why I never remarried. I babbled a couple of excuses, and that's when you came in."

"It's no use baby," Kristina offered. "I've discussed it with her before. She's going to let that body go to waste."

"What a shame," I said. Kristina wrinkled her nose, and shook her head.

"You're such a smartass sometimes," she said.

"Ooh, you're going to pay for that crack, missy," I joked, moving in behind Kristina as she gathered plates out of a cupboard and placed them on the counter. I kissed her neck, and wrapped my arms around her waist. My cock was still throbbing, and she felt it, pressing her ass cheeks back against me.

"Mmm, don't you ever get enough?" she whispered. 

"Not from you, baby. Never." She turned in my arms and kissed me, and I felt Kathy's eyes burning into me from behind.

"You're not going to do my daughter right there, are you?" Kathy giggled. "I could leave the room, if you want. Or, you could just get back in the pool."

"Oh my God, mom, how did you know?"

"Know what?" she asked with a grin as she poured herself a second glass of wine. "I was just guessing, but apparently, I was right on the money. Kevin, you're a naughty boy."

I turned to face her as I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. Feigning ignorance, I grabbed my glass, smiled, and made my wait back out onto the deck. The women were still laughing as I slid the doors shut behind me. 

Kathy sat next to me at dinner, with Kristina sitting directly to my left. The lights were still dimmed, though Kathy had lit a couple of candles and placed them on the table. Kristina discussed her college courses, and I did my best to keep my eyes off Kathy's lap, where her shorts had ridden up just inches below her sex. Kristina's beautiful face helped provide the necessary distraction from her mother's beautiful body, but the conflict in my mind provided more than enough to keep me from embarrassing myself further. 

Part IV
After Midnight

"I can't believe you fucked me right in the pool, in front of my mother," Kristina said as we stepped naked into the shower together. "And she knew what was going on."

Then why did she swim towards us? I thought to myself. 

"Me? You were the one that insisted my shorts come off. You knew exactly what would happen, Kris."

"Yeah, you're right." She bent to grab a sponge, and I pressed my rock hard cock against her, the head accidentally pressing for an instant against her puckered asshole. Shivers ran through me as I considered for a moment how tight she was back there, given the resistance her body put up against the most casual of advances from my cock.

"Down, big boy. You don't get the backdoor, sorry." 

The hot water streamed down over us, and I turned Kristina in my arms, grabbed her by the ass, and plunged my tongue into her mouth. The sexual tension I had felt with Kathy had finally boiled over, and Kristina squealed as I picked her up and pushed her back against the shower wall. Cupping her ass cheeks, she guided me inside her tight sex, and I groaned as the familiar walls of her pussy gripped me once again. 

"Jesus Christ, I still can't believe how fucking tight you are."

"You talk too damn much," she said, silencing me finally with a kiss. I began to slowly thrust inside her, wanting her to feel every inch of my excitement. She arched her back, and I managed to catch one of her nipples between my lips as her breasts jiggled between us. 

"Fuck me Kevin, please fuck me so hard baby." Her legs wrapped tighter around my legs, and I drove into her harder, my hands moving from her ass to the wall, my body pinning her against the hard surface behind her. Again and again, I drove my rigid length into her, my pace increasing, and finally Kristina began to cry out, begging me to continue pounding her.

"Yes baby, oh fuck yes...fuck that pussy harder. C'mon baby, fuck me harder..."

"You feel so damn good, baby, oh God..." I worried for a brief moment that I wouldn't last long enough to satisfy her, but I felt her sex clench me tighter, and her body arched backward a bit more violently than before, I knew she was cumming. Low, guttural cries jerked from Kristina's throat, and I pounded her harder back against the wall, my own orgasm just seconds away. My sensitivity increased, and I heard the slapping of our bodies against each other, the feel of her skin seemed instantly softer, and my cock was a mass of nerves as I felt the first blast of cum shooting up from my balls into Kristina's hungry sex. 

"God yes, Kevin, yes baby, fill me with your cum. Come on baby, give me all your cum," Kristina cried, pulling me into her body while thrusting her breasts into my face. 

I could no longer control my own voice, as deep, rapid, almost growl-like moans escaped with every thrust. 

"I can feel it shooting in me baby," Kristina said directly in my ear. I pinned her back against the wall by her shoulders, my hips snapping even faster, and as the last of my seed spurted wildly into her tight pussy, Kristina's body began to writhe and convulse in front of me. 

"Keep fucking me you bastard," she screamed, riding my cock more vigorously, and soon, her cries were echoing throughout the bathroom, steady, yet uneven in their pitch and octave. When at last her body began to settle down, I stared into her eyes and told her I loved her. She smiled and kissed me, hugging me to her breasts, and slowly I set her legs back down on the floor of the tub. 

"I hope your mom didn't hear you," I said. 

"Me? What about you?" She was washing my legs, and knelt down in front of me for a second. I smiled down at her as the water poured off my face, and she grinned, eyeing my cock, which was still semi-hard.

"You really are ridiculously insatiable," she said, stroking my cock with her left hand. "Although, I can't complain. Basically, so am I." 

"It's okay, baby, we can save it for later. Let's finish up here, I'm getting water-logged."

"Baby, did you like seeing my mother naked?"

"What?" I exclaimed, more vehemently than was necessary.

"Yep, you did," Kristina laughed. She was lying across my chest, her fingers softly stroking my stomach. "It's okay, she's got a great body."

"Kris, if you're talking about in the pool, I didn't see anything." 

"You did when she got out. I could see you checking out her ass. Really, Kevin, it's okay. You're a man, and she's a beautiful woman. She took her clothes off, there's no way you couldn't have seen something. Even if you didn't want to."

I remained silent, stroking her soft hair, as Kristina's breathing grew steadier. Soon she was asleep, and I could feel her naked breasts rising and falling against me. I turned and looked at the clock, and remembered that I had work the following day. Thoughts of Kathy invaded my sleep every time I dozed off, and my cock sprang to life once again beneath the sheet that was draped across the lower half of my body. Kristina had turned over on her left side; the sheet was jumbled at her feet. I gazed at her beautiful body, and thought briefly about taking her as she slept. Instead, I pulled the blanket up to her waist and snuggled up against her. My cock slipped into the deep crack between her buttocks, and soon I was thrusting gently against her. 

After a couple of frustrating minutes, I rolled over on to my back, tucked my arms behind my head, and attempted yet again to go to sleep. 

My eyes snapped open, and I glanced at the alarm clock on Kristina's nightstand to my left. The large, slightly blurred digital numbers read 12:17, I had managed to fall asleep for about 45 minutes. My cock, amazingly, was still semi-erect, and Kathy again drifted into my head. I thought about her thighs as she sat next to me eating dinner. The underside of them had spread out against the chair, and I fantasized for a moment that I had run my fingers up her leg to cup her sex beneath the table. 

The room was boiling hot, the central air conditioning in the house still had not been repaired. I made a mental note to look into it the following day, as I crawled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. My body was covered in sweat from head to toe, and as I splashed cool water on my face, I looked at myself in the mirror. It was as if I was looking into my soul, rather than at my actual face, and guilt swept over me like a mugger who had suddenly pounced on his prey. 

"What am I doing, acting like a teenage boy around Kathy? I have this incredibly beautiful, smart, energetic young woman madly in love with me, and I'm acting like a drooling moron in a bar full of college girls." 

I turned the light off in the bathroom, and walked back into the darkness of Kristina's room. The sheet had once again balled up at Kristina's feet, but I left it where it was. There was no need for it; the heat in the room was too heavy. The moonlight glistened off the beads of sweat that had gathered all over Kristina's nude body. Her breasts rose and fell with her steady breathing, and her beautiful lips were open slightly. Locks of golden hair had fallen down into her face, and they appeared to be soaked in sweat as they stuck to her cheeks and forehead. Her legs were splayed open, and her hairless sex beckoned me once again, as my cock sprang out before me. 

Kristina was meeting my cousin Jason's girlfriend Lisa early the next morning for breakfast and some shopping, and though I had taken the rest of the week off, I knew I had to get away from Kathy for a while. I decided as I looked out over the front yard through Kristina's window that I would meet a friend for lunch, and perhaps discuss what was going on inside my fucked up head. Mark Williams, one of my partners, would be a good person to ask. He was an openly gay man who would not simply tell me to "go for it" with Kathy, as I knew most other men would. 

I sat down for a moment on the edge of the bed, before the idea of taking a dip in the pool crept into my head. Kathy had gone to bed before Kristina and I, and a couple laps in the pool would cool me off, both literally, and figuratively. My cock was still hard, and wobbled back and forth slightly as I stepped through the door, shutting it on my way out. 

As I made my way to the stairs, I noticed that Kathy's bedroom door was slightly ajar, and I stopped to peer inside for a moment. The moonlight was streaming in through her windows, and streaks of light shot across her bed. It was empty, though the bed had obviously been slept in as the sheets were tussled and balled up at the end of the bed. The door to her private bathroom was open, and dark, Kathy was not in the room. 

Suddenly, I heard a heavy gasp to my left, and then a hand softly touched my hip. I turned, looking directly into Kathy's beautiful blue eyes. Her hair was tousled, and as soaked with sweat as my own. She was completely naked, her gigantic breasts rising and falling rapidly as her breathing quickened. Her tits were perfectly round, with huge, dark areoles perfectly centered atop them, nearly the size of saucers. Standing out proudly from her flesh were her erect nipples, surprisingly small for the size of her breasts. 

Amazingly, Kathy's tits showed almost no signs of sagging, and they wobbled at even the slightest movement. Small beads of sweat had formed all over her breasts, and they glistened when she moved slightly and caught the light escaping the open door to her room. Her mouth hung open slightly as she surveyed my nude body in the small light that was available. 

Her legs were firm and rounded, yet softer and fuller than Kristina's. Sitting atop her thighs was a thick mane of blonde pubic hair, and her stomach, though slightly rounded, was as enticing as her breasts. At the moment, in the moonlight, I thought she was the most enchanting woman I had ever seen, and finally our eyes met. The tip of her tongue had appeared, and Kathy began wetting her lips as her hands moved up to caress my hips. 

Kristina's mother was at least 6 inches shorter than I was, and when she looked up at me, her eyes were filled not just with lust, but a hunger I had never seen before. I reached out and touched her slick hips, pulling her closer, bringing her soft belly in contact with my raging cock. 

I ran my hands up along the sides of her body, and she raised her arms so that I could trace her form in the darkness, my fingers trailing up along her armpits, then along her magnificently rounded arms. She placed her hands on my shoulders, as I began to stroke her huge breasts. The huge tits were impossible to get a hold of, giant mounds of flesh bulged between my fingers, and they were as soft to the touch as anything I had ever felt. Leaning over slightly, I pulled Kathy's body against me as her hands found my slick, naked, buttocks. Kathy stood up on her toes slightly, and I slid my hands down her back, to cup her the large, soft globes of her ass. Her waist was tiny, but the buttocks flared out immediately below her midsection, and the slit between them was long and incredibly deep. 

I squeezed her fleshy buttocks tightly as her tongue darted out and licked my lips. Kathy rubbed her cheeks against mine, and her warm breath spread out across my face. She began to lick the sweat off my neck, and I squeezed and worked her ass in my hands harder than before. Pulling apart the buttocks, I cupped her cheeks where they parted; the skin was moist and tender, and her breath grew more ragged as my fingers neared her sex. Squashing my cock against her belly, I began to gyrate against her as she sucked on my ear lobes, tasting my skin as I had tasted hers. 

Kathy was still exploring the shape of my body with her hands, and had not yet touched my cock or balls, when I began to lick the entire length of her neck. The sweat glazing her skin was warm and salty, and she squirmed deeper into my arms when my fingers touched her pussy from behind. 

She took my hand and led me into her bedroom. The air was thicker and heavier inside, and I stroked Kathy's ass as she led me through the darkness. 

"Don't linger, Kevin. Just fuck me," she whispered as she eased onto her back on the bed. Her breasts bulged out from her, falling to the side slightly, and as I mounted her, I dipped my head to suck at the nipples. Kathy held my head in her hands, sliding her fingers through my hair as I parted her thick legs with my knee. My hand drifted down across her stomach, and soon was buried in her sopping bush. She groaned as my hand touched her lips and parted them, and in a faint whisper, she began pleading with me to fuck her. 

I presented the head of my cock to her lips, and she arched her back at my touch. Her breasts bobbled out from her, sagging slightly to either side, and I entered her in one long thrust that caused us both to cry out. Kathy's legs wrapped around me immediately, and she gripped my slick ass cheeks in her hands as I dipped my mouth to taste hers, our tongues dancing feverishly with each other. She kissed me violently, sucking my lips into her mouth, running her tongue along my gum line, and her hands clutched at my ass to pull me in deeper. I began to thrust inside of her, groaning deeply as her soaked pussy gripped my cock almost as tightly as her daughter's. 

"Fuck Kathy, you're so damn tight," I whispered as my hips began to snap back and forth. I was driving into her hard and fast, not bothering to alter my strokes. The need for each of us was too great, our first coupling wouldn't last long; the tension had been there for only a short time, but it reached it's boiling point hours before. I needed to possess her, to fuck her, not make love to her. She seemed to need the same thing as her pelvis lifted to accept me deeper. 

"Fuck me harder. Harder, fuck me harder, you bastard," she cried a little louder than her previous pleas. I remembered briefly, that I had been inside her daughter just hours before, and she had begged me using nearly the same words. The bed was squeaking louder than was probably safe, but neither of us cared. The sound of my balls slapping her sizeable ass cheeks filled the air, and Kathy's cries grew louder and louder. 

My stomach stuck to hers, the humidity in the air seeming to increase with every thrust of my cock into my girlfriend's mother's starving pussy, and Kathy bit into my shoulder, her fingernails raking along my back as her body began to stiffen and jerk under me.

"Kevin, I'm cumming. Oh my God, I'm going to fucking cum, Kevin, fuck me harder, harder!" she cried, pushing her body up against me. I grabbed her huge swinging tits in my hands and began to ride her pussy, violently jabbing my cock deep into her pussy as Kathy exploded beneath me. Her beautiful face twisted in pleasure, and with every thrust, her cries were jerked from her. She begged me to pinch her nipples as I squeezed her tits, and she continued to cum violently beneath me, the sweat pouring off her face in droplets now. 

I felt my orgasm approaching, and I was too far gone to pull out as the cum surged out of my balls, up my shaft, and exploded inside Kathy's pussy, shooting blast after blast of my hot seed deep into her sex. Kathy pulled me closer and begged me to keep fucking her while my heavy load continued to spurt inside of her. There was no way to tell where one of her orgasms began or ended, she seemed to be convulsing beneath me the entire time I was shooting cum into her. 

Finally, completely spent, I collapsed on top of her, my head dropping between her breasts. I sucked at Kathy's breasts for a few minutes, until once again, my cock hardened inside of her. She smiled down at me as I moved to my knees, parting her legs. 

"Fuck me in the ass, Kevin. I know that Kristina doesn't give that to you. It's been so long..."

The first and last time I had anal sex was with Hilary Kempson, who at the time was dating my cousin Jason. It was shortly before I first met Kristina, and my excitement level boiled over once again as I presented the head of my slick cock against the resistant opening of Kathy's incredibly ass. Easing slowly into Kathy, I listened for her soft voice gently prodding me on, and soon I felt her ass open to me, accepting inch after inch of my cock deeper inside her hole. Pulling her legs over my shoulders, I drove my cock balls-deep into her ass, and began to slowly thrust as Kathy squeezed her tits together, dipping her head to lick the engorged nipples. 




Kristina & Kathy Pt. 02



"Come on Kevin, fuck that ass, baby, fuck me so hard."

"Kathy, oh Kathy..." 

Kathy's ass clenched my cock like a fist, and after only a couple of minutes, my balls stiffened and another heavy load of cum began to surge into Kathy's body, making me cry out her name over and over. She writhed back and forth beneath me, pulling violently on her nipples as my cum splashed against the walls of her anus, and she came again, pulling me down on top of her, dislodging my cock in the process. 

The sweat poured off my body and mixed with hers, and I felt like I was permanently stuck to Kathy. She was running her fingers through my hair, and her tits rose and fell against my head, causing large droplets of sweat to roll down to my skin. We couldn't have been more soaked had we gotten into the shower, and as I kissed her, I licked some of the sweat off her forehead and cheeks. 

"Kevin," she whispered after several minutes of silence. "Kristina's in the room." 



Kristina & Kathy Pt. 03



Part V The Aftermath

I sat on the edge of Kathy’s bed, my head in my hands, and a sheet soaked with sweat draped over my lap. Kristina had bolted from the room, slamming the door behind her just as I dismounted from her mother. Neither of us had any idea how long she had been standing there, but it really didn’t matter, she had seen enough. 

“She’ll be okay,” Kathy said softly in my ear, stroking my chest from behind me, her gigantic breasts pressed against my back. Her head rested gently against mine, her right cheek on my left shoulder, her right hand caressing my right hip and buttock. 

“Kathy, my girlfriend just caught me fucking her own mother. She ran out of here before we could say anything to her. I don’t think she’ll laugh it off.”

“I didn’t say she would, I said she’d be okay. It won’t happen overnight, but it will happen. Of course, she could come in here and shoot us as well.”

“That wasn’t funny,” I said. 

“I wasn’t joking,” Kathy replied with a slight grin.

I stood up, walking to the bathroom, as Kathy climbed off her bed behind me. Ignoring the light switch, I fumbled in the dark before managing to turn on the cold water. Cupping my hands together, I brought the cool liquid to my face and sighed as it splashed down from cheeks to my chest, and from there, to my cock and thighs. 

Kathy’s arms encircled my waist, and once again, I felt the hot peaks of her nipples burning into my back. One of her hands slipped casually down my abdomen and cupped my balls; the other began to massage my cock as Kathy worked her sopping pussy against my ass cheek. 

“You’re a beautiful man, Kevin. I love men that work out. And your cock is so thick and powerful. I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life.” Kathy licked down my back as I stood leaning against her bathroom sink, and I felt her tits slide down my body, my skin burning along their path. Finally, Kathy’s lips and tongue found their way to my ass, kissing and stroking the cheeks with tenderness and passion. 

Kathy was on her knees, stroking my thighs from behind, before running her tongue quickly right up the slit between my buttocks. 

“Kathy…” I moaned softly, wondering whether I should leave the house immediately, attempt to talk to Kristina, or simply allow Kathy to continue doing what she was doing.

“Shhh, baby, just move your feet back a bit and lean over a bit further.”

“Kathy, we shouldn’t be doing this. Kristina’s probably in her room crying.” Despite my protests, I allowed Kathy to move my body as she wanted, and soon, I felt her soft hands spreading my ass cheeks, her tongue working it’s way around my hole. 

One of Kathy’s hands found my cock, which had sprung to life, and she began to work it up and down slowly, while her tongue stiffened, poised to penetrate me in a way I had only allowed Kristina to do previously. 

“Kathy, what are you…Oh, fuck…” I groaned, as Kathy slipped her tongue deep inside my ass, her hand still working my cock mercilessly. 

I pushed back against Kathy’s probing tongue, listening to the moans of pleasure escaping Kathy’s mouth as she tongue-fucked me.

“Mmm, you like that baby, don’t you? You like it when I lick your ass…” 

All my previous apprehension disappeared, and I turned as Kathy rose to her feet. She led me back into the bedroom, and we stood near the window. I looked down into her beautiful face, still flushed with the glow of orgasm, and she was smiling as I wiped several strands of sweaty hair off her forehead.

“You are so beautiful, Kathy. I wanted you from the moment I saw you.” 

She moved forward and I caught her in my arms, our lips entwining in a hungry kiss. I explored Kathy’s mouth with my tongue, tasting her, drinking from her mouth while exploring the hills and valleys of her incredible figure with my hands. The sweat covering her entire body had left her skin feeling moist and slightly sticky, and her breasts and belly stuck to me as I picked her up and carried her over to the bed. 

Laying her down gently on the edge of the bed, I dropped to my knees, and as I spread her legs, the ripe fruit of her beautiful pussy blossomed before me. I kissed up her thighs, licking the salty skin, breathing in her scent as I neared her sex. Kathy was breathing heavier than she had been, her breasts rising and falling before she squashed them together, creating an incredibly deep, dark valley between her tits. 

“Eat me, baby,” she moaned softly as my tongue burrowed into her soaking wet bush. I spread her open with my fingers, trying to gauge which parts of her sex were the most sensitive. In a barely audible voice, Kathy whispered to me to apply more pressure on her clit, and guided my fingers with her own, showing me the patterns that gave her the greatest pleasure. 

Kathy’s creamy emissions began to dribble on to my tongue, and I felt them roll down into my mouth; the tight walls of her sex clenching me with greater force. Kathy had already cum, and her body began to shake beneath me. When she whispered “just your tongue”, I reached around to clench her cushiony buttocks, which enabled me to hold her in place as I continued driving my tongue into the soft, velvety folds of her pouting sex. 

A strange thought occurred to me as I heard Kathy’s breath grow more ragged and uneven. Gulping down more of her cum, I realized that I was eating the very same pussy that had delivered my girlfriend 19 years earlier, and a new pang of guilt swept through me, even as Kathy’s body began to convulse, and her voice grew louder and louder.

“Keep licking that fucking pussy,” she cried, as the hardened tip of my tongue flickered back and forth across her clit. Another orgasm took hold of Kathy, and her breasts flopped from side to side while her hands gripped me, pushing me down against her raised pelvis. My tongue grew tired, so I held it in place, shaking my head back and forth inside as quickly as I could. 

“Jesus, oh God Kevin, I’m cumming again!!”

Kathy’s pussy was overflowing with juices, and I swallowed as much of the delicious fluid as I could while gripping her buttocks tightly to lock her body down. I looked up for a brief moment to see Kathy sucking hard at her left breast, her other hand pulling the nipple of her other breast straight up in the arm, creating a huge pyramid out of her tit. 

Kathy weighed a bit more than her daughter, and her body was harder to control, although Kristina’s orgasms were much more violent. Where Kristina’s pussy erupted when brought to multiple orgasms, spraying her cum upwards in huge jets of fluid, Kathy’s pussy convulsed, pushing thicker, creamier nectar from her gorgeous blonde flower. Her legs, heavier and thicker than Kristina’s, pushed up against my biceps, which held them down, and eventually, I was forced to let go as Kathy screamed my name again and again. 

I watched her for a moment as her breathing settled down, and her body splayed out flat on her bed, the breasts once again falling to either side of her. Inching up towards her, I ran my tongue along her thighs, lapping up her juices, tasting the very essence of her womanhood with every stroke. I drove my tongue once again into her quaking sex, exploring every musky fold of her smooth hole, drinking down the fluid that was still oozing from her. From there, my tongue went down to her asshole, following the flow of her cum, cleaning her sticky juices from around the puckered rosebud between her large ass cheeks. 

Returning the favor she gave me in her bathroom, I suddenly pushed my tongue into her ass, penetrating her in one strong thrust that made her body shiver once more. I could tell she was exhausted, but my cock was throbbing, and pre-cum had completely covered the thick head of my organ. After teasing Kathy’s ass for a moment, I rose and stood before her, taking in the sight of her incredible body as the shadows of the moonlight danced over ever curve she possessed. Moving on to the bed, I looked down at her beautiful face. She was smiling up at me, and her eyes were glazed over in what appeared to be a drug-induced haze. She could see what I wanted, and dutifully pushed her pillowy breasts together, once again creating an enormous canyon of tit flesh for me. 

I drove my cock deep between her tits, and it completely disappeared. Covering her hands in mine, I began to pound into her heavy bags, my balls slapping against them, sliding along the smooth surface of her skin with every thrust. 

“Oh fuck, Kathy. Your tits are so fucking huge…oh fuck, I wanted to do this to you when I met you. I wanted to pull that fucking dress down and fuck your tits right on your deck…” 

“I would have let you. Come on Kevin, pound those tits, sweetie,” Kathy said threw clenched teeth. “I want you to cum all over my face, baby.”

My orgasm approached quickly, and the sensations of impending climax began to overwhelm every part of my body, before traveling to my balls where they exploded, sending a huge jolt of cum out of the tip of my cock. I released Kathy’s breasts to pump my cock, and she began to beg for my cum, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue as I aimed for her face. The first blast of my seed was enormous, splashing hard against Kathy’s nostrils, dribbling down over her open mouth. Her pink tongue was sticking out as I milked my cock over her face, another huge blast of cum striking her square in the forehead, another in the left eye, and still a fourth blast right across her face, covering her in a long streak from left temple to jaw. 

Kathy took hold of my cock, and brought it to her mouth, sucking me down as a final spurt of cum splashed against the back of her throat. She swallowed it quickly; her right eye open, watching my face. Her tongue circled my cock, cleaning it completely before she let it go. Kathy then took my balls in her mouth and sucked on them, stroking my thighs as I relaxed on the bed.  

“You are amazing,” Kathy said, crawling on top of me. Our lips met in a kiss, and she brushed the hair back from my forehead, before finally resting her own head on my chest. Her hand caressed my moist skin, as I ran my fingers through the wet ringlets of her silky hair. I brought my arm around behind my head, and eventually, drifted off to sleep, the intoxicating smell of Kathy’s body wafting through the humid air.

A large clap of thunder that rolled across the sky shook me awake the next morning, and the faint sounds of pouring rain thudding against the roof grew louder and louder as I shook off the grogginess of sleep. Kathy was still on top of me, our legs entwined, her breasts squashed against me. Her warm breath drifted across my neck, and I kissed her forehead. 

She looked incredibly beautiful, content, and peaceful as she lay against me, and I caressed her fleshy buttocks, squeezing them gently as she began to stir. Kathy’s room had cooled off considerably, and the curtains billowed out from the window as a strong breeze drifted through the screen. 

I rolled Kathy on to her side, my cock lurching as her breasts drooped down against the bed, and then got up to shut the window.  

“Good morning, baby,” Kathy said, smiling as I turned back towards the bed. She was sitting up, a sheet pulled up to her waist, her heavy breasts jutting proudly from her chest, the bottom swells resting on her forearms. I couldn’t believe how much her smile reminded me of Kristina. My heart sank as I looked at Kathy, and she saw it, opening her arms to me.

“Come here, baby,” she said. “I know you’re upset about last night.” 

“I don’t regret it Kathy, I just hate that I’ve hurt Kristina.”

I crawled beneath the sheet with her, and she held my head against her heaving breasts. She kissed the top of my head and stroked my hair, and my hands nestled between her legs. 

“Kevin, what you have with Kristina is very special. I know that sounds like a cliché, but it’s true. I can see it in both of you when you look at each other.”

“Had.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You said, ‘What I have with Kristina’. It’s now what I had with Kristina, not have.”

“You haven’t lost her, she’ll come around. I know my daughter.” 

“I didn’t even go to her Kathy. She saw me fucking her mother, and then when she caught us, I just went back for more.”

“Well, she’s not the only woman in this house that’s irresistible.”

She kissed my forehead again, and I began to stroke her left breast. Squeezing the flesh in my hands, the skin felt firm and almost rubbery, the indentations of my fingers leaving small marks before the tissue smoothed out again. Kathy eased her body back down on the bed, and I mounted her, parting her thick legs. I drove my cock into her tight, wet sex, as our lips met, and she moaned against me, pulling me harder against her body. I drove my cock into her slowly, riding her body with much more patience and control than at any time the night before. 

We stared into each other’s eyes, lips meeting from time to time before I dipped my head to suck at her distended nipples, engorged with blood. 

“You are so beautiful, Kathy,” I whispered, just as my cock exploded, sending a heavy stream of my seed deep into her womb. Collapsing on top of her, Kathy held me, and I drifted back to sleep while the rain continued to pound away at the roof and windows. 

When I awoke, Kathy was gone. Sliding from bed, I noticed that the shorts I had worn the previous day were draped over a chair next to Kathy’s private bathroom. I checked the pockets hoping for a note from Kristina, but nothing was there. A quick survey of the room indicated there wasn’t anything anywhere that would tell me how Kristina was feeling, and my heart sank, thinking of her lying in bed alone, crying herself to sleep.

I grabbed the shorts and headed into the bathroom. After a quick shower, I dried off, pulled on my shorts, and headed to Kristina’s room. The door was open, the bed was made, and she was nowhere to be found. Kristina’s perfume hung thick in the air, and once again, guilt swept over me in a rapid wave of emotion. I sat on the edge of the bed, looking around the room, and finally spotted a folded piece of lined paper taped to the mirror above her solid oak dresser. 

My name was printed neatly in Kristina’s familiar hand across the front, and a small heart dotted the “i.” I opened it slowly, guessing at the words I was likely to find inside.

‘Dear Kevin,’ the note began. ‘I can’t begin to express what I felt when I saw you and mom making love last night. I always thought that seeing and hearing my mother that happy would bring me great joy, but I never dreamed you would be bringing it to her. I suppose it’s my fault for allowing you to spend so much time with her. She’s very beautiful, and mature, smart and funny, and in a way, I don’t blame you for fucking her. But I won’t blame myself. I love you, though at the moment, I don’t want to see you. I know that you love me; I’ve seen it in your eyes for weeks. When you hold me, I feel as secure as I’ve ever felt. But I need time before we talk about this. I don’t know what your plan for mom is, but you’ve created quite an awkward situation. Please know though, that I do love you, and that I’m okay, for the most part. I’m having lunch with Lisa, and I don’t suspect I’ll be back any time soon. Take care. Kristina.’

Folding the note, I put it in the pocket of my shorts and headed downstairs. Kathy was bent over the dishwasher, putting the previous nights pots and pans away when I walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a long t-shirt, and a thin pair of panties that had ridden up into the crack of ass. I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waste, and pressed my hard cock against her. 

“Mmm, there’s my man,” she laughed. She thrust her ass back against me as my hands crept up shirt to caress her huge breasts. Her nipples were hard, and she moaned my name as her head fell back against me. Her hands moved behind me, and I felt them loosening my shorts, eventually they just dropped to the floor. I kissed her neck, licking her smooth skin, the smell of her hair intoxicating me, driving me again into a frenzy that led my hand to cover her the soft mound of her sex pressing against her panties. 

Kathy reached down and slipped her panties off, and I bent her quickly over the counter. She spread her legs, and I parted her sizeable buttocks, my cock head brushing her pussy lips as it engorged with blood. 

“Fuck me Kevin, I’m so wet for you baby,” she groaned, peeling her t-shirt off. My cock slipped inside her warm, gripping cunt, and soon, I was buried balls-deep within her tight, wet cleft. She pushed back, and I began to pump her from behind, working her greedy pussy with short, quick jabs, that sent her breasts bouncing and her hair flying around her head. 

“That’s it baby, give it to me. Fuck me harder…harder, dammit, fuck that pussy harder.”

The sound of our bodies slapping against each other bounced off the walls and appliances in the kitchen, and I moved over her, my hips snapping wildly, driving my cock deep into the tight recesses of her clutching sex.

“You feel so damn good Kathy, oh fuck, Kathy…” I cried, clutching her breasts from behind. One hand slipped down her stomach to tease her clit, and Kathy cried out, driving her body back against me once more.

“Kevin, I’m cumming,” she screamed. “Oh my god baby, I’m going to cum. Oh god, please keep fucking me, baby, keep fucking that pussy…don’t stop fucking me…”

My own orgasm rapidly approached, and I felt my balls stiffen while her pussy began to spasm around my rock hard cock. As Kathy’s orgasm overwhelmed her, my cock twitched, and a jet of semen pulsed inside her, splashing against the walls of her pussy, mixing with her juices, before a second and third blast exploded from me. I kept pumping her hard and fast, working her distended clit in my fingers until she came once again, showering my hand, and her thighs with a copious load of her own cum. She leaned forward against the counter, her breath slowly returning to normal. 

Both of us began to settle down, and I leaned against her for a moment, before she turned in my arms. We held each other, our lips brushing together before I pulled her tighter against me, taking her tongue into my mouth. I sucked on her probing tongue, tasting her juicy lips, and my hands squeezed her ass tightly.

“You are so beautiful, Kathy.” 

She hugged me, and I ran my fingers through her hair. She looked up at me, and smiled, but a tear ran from her eye.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing’s wrong, everything is right Kevin. I just, I don’t know how this will work. I was so sure that it was nothing more than sex between us, but I see the way you look at me, and I know how I feel. Kevin, I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” 

I hugged her to me again, kissing the top of her head. Once again, the smell of her hair overpowered me, and my cock lurched between us for a brief instant. 

“I know how you feel. Is it possible to love two women at the same time? “

“Maybe so,” she replied. “I will give you up for Kristina, before we completely fall for each other, but I don’t want to.”

“I don’t either.” 

After a final hug, Kathy slipped her panties back on, and I helped her with her t-shirt. It was a size XL, and hung just below her buttocks, but the material stretched between her enormous breasts, and her nipples poked through the flimsy material, even in their softened state. 

“Are you hungry, baby?” she asked as she finished the chore I had interrupted her from. 

“No, actually, I’m good. I need to call in to work though.” 

“So you don’t plan on going in?” she asked, her eyebrows raised. She smiled, and I smiled back, enjoying the glint in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. 

“No, I think I’m going to take the whole week off. There’s just too much going on, and I needed a vacation anyway.” 




Kristina & Kathy Pt. 03



“What are your plans for today then?”

“I don’t know, I was going to go to lunch with a friend, but we didn’t have an appointment or anything. I guess I was going to try and get some advice about you.”

“Whether you should fuck me or not,” she laughed. “That ship has sailed.”

I called in to the office, got my messages, and informed Janet that I would not be coming in until the following Monday. When she asked about Kristina, my heart sank once again, though her note had left me feeling better than I had before I read it. 

“Well, I guess I’ll be here today, waiting for Kristina then,” I said, walking back into the kitchen. Kathy was seated at the table, drinking a glass of orange juice, and she squealed with delight, sitting in my lap after I had taken the chair next to her. Her buttocks pressed against my naked cock, I hadn’t bothered to put my shorts back on after we had coupled against the counter, and she felt it rise against her crack. 

“Kristina said that you’re never satisfied, but my god Kevin, between my daughter and I, how can you be hard again?”

“Do you know how crazy this is? That my girlfriend’s mother is sitting on my lap, I’m naked, and we’re discussing something like this?”

“Oh come on,” she said, turning to face me. “This is a dream come true for most men. First you fucked the teenage daughter, then you nailed her mother in the same night.”

I slid her panties down her buttocks, and we began to kiss. She adjusted her legs, and I pulled them off her. Next came her shirt, and once again, my cock was sliding easily into Kathy’s well-used pussy. 

“Oh fuck, ride me Kathy, fuck me with that tight, hot cunt.”

“Am I tight baby,” she asked, rocking her hips back and forth. “Your big cock fills me up so good, I hope it feels good for you.”

“You feel incredibly, Kathy.” 

She arched her back, and I took her left breast in my hands, kneading it, molding it, sucking the hard nipple into my mouth. She groaned when I ran my teeth lightly across it, and her hips began to bounce faster and faster on my lap. Kathy ground her pelvis down hard into mine, the friction causing her to writhe in pleasure, her face twisted in lust. I gripped her ass tightly, stood up, and laid her down on the table. She gathered her breasts in her hands as I began to slam into her, my balls slapping against her ass cheeks, which hung off the edge of the table. I exploded inside Kathy before she came herself, so I finished her off with my fingers and tongue, before carrying her into the living room. 

We curled up naked on the couch, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms. I woke up just after 2 o’clock in the afternoon, and apparently, Kristina had not yet returned. Kathy was lying completely on top of me, and my hard cock was nestled near in her thick bush. I began to press up against her, and she slowly opened her eyes, blinking rapidly as my cock once again slipped inside of her. 

A faint groan escaped her lips, but she slowly came alive, telling me she wanted to suck me. Kathy crawled to her knees on the floor, and I stood before her, looking down into her beautiful eyes. She wrapped her full lips around my swollen cock, and began to caress my balls, her tongue swirling around my flesh. 

“Oh god, suck it Kathy, suck that cock…” She patiently, and expertly, sucked my cock for nearly fifteen minutes before I erupted in her mouth. She swallowed all the seed I gave her, and then crawled back on the couch. 

“I think I need another shower,” she said. “And you need to let me rest.” 

“You can rest all you want. Why don’t you go up to bed? I kept you up very late.”

“I might just do that. You’ll join me if you get tired?”

“Of course.” 

We gathered her panties and t-shirt from the kitchen, and I watched her climb the stairs. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, and she laughed as my cock twitched in front of me.

“You sure do love these things, don’t you baby?”

“How’d you guess?”

“Kevin, I would share my bed with my own daughter if you were with us.” Her face had grown serious, and though I had thought about it, the words coming from her mouth still shocked me.

“Oh, Kathy, I can’t ask you to…”

“How do you think this is going to work,” she interrupted. “You can’t alternate between us. You either literally have both of us, or you have just one of us. You can’t separate us, we’re family.” 

I nodded, and she disappeared from sight. I found my shorts, and pulled them on. Following Kathy up the stairs, I found my t-shirt, and pulled that on as well. At that moment, my cell phone, still sitting on Kristina’s nightstand, began to ring. Kristina’s name flashed on the display.

“Hello?”

“Hi Kevin, it’s me. But you knew that.” 

“Hi sweetie. Look, I’m…”

“Not now, Kevin. I just wanted to tell you I’m on the way there. I can’t bare to see you and mom together, so if you’re still fucking her, I’m not going to come inside.” 

“Kathy’s sleeping. Honey, are you alright?”

Kristina’s voice began to crack, and she cursed into the phone.

“Dammit, I told myself I wasn’t going to cry. Kevin, I love you so much, why did you do this to me?”

My own voice began to crack, it was the first time I had ever heard Kristina cry. And I had caused it. 

“I’m so sorry Kris, just get home and we can talk.” 

“I’ll be there in a couple minutes.” 

She hung up the phone before I could say goodbye, and I hurried downstairs. A short time later, Kristina’s black BMW pulled into the driveway behind my car, and she got out. Despite all that had happened, I couldn’t help but stare at her young, smooth, tanned legs as they emerged around the car door. 

I opened the door, and Kristina ran inside, escaping the rain, which was still pouring down though the thunder had passed. Her eyes were red, and she looked as tired as I’d ever seen her. It hadn’t been an easy morning.

Part VI Conclusion

Her blouse stuck to her firm young breasts, and her shorts were soaked, and pulled up into the crack of her ass. My cock had a mind of it’s own, and responded to her as it always did, pressing urgently against my shorts. 

Ignoring my own lust, I attempted to hold Kris and she backed away. 

“I have to change, wait for me here.”

Almost a full hour passed before I decided to go after her. Making my way upstairs, I heard voices off to the left of the hall; Kristina was obviously talking to her mother.

“He loves you baby, he really does. I get the impression that when he looks at me, he sees you in 25 years.” 

“But why did you sleep with him? Why did he sleep with you?” I stood poised outside Kathy’s door, listening intently. Kristina had left it slightly ajar when she went in, and I could hear almost as if I was standing next to them. 

“Kris, I saw the love he had for you in his eyes. I was attracted to that passion. Not just for me, but because it was for you. I love you so much, you’re my whole world, and anyone that treats you the way he does is naturally going to make me happy. I felt that happiness whenever he was around, and obviously, I find him incredibly attractive.” 

“Well, I blame him. He has a girlfriend. He should have known better. I’m really pissed.”

“Honey, don’t pardon me just because I’m your mother. We both are to blame. I could have stopped it from even starting, but I didn’t. If you’re going to be angry with him, you should be angry with both of us. But you must know neither of us meant to hurt you. I know that it hurts nonetheless, but it should mean something that it wasn’t our intent.”

There was a long silence, and I was sure Kristina would come storming out of the room to catch me listening outside the door. Fortunately, she wasn’t finished with Kathy.

“So what did you two do while I was gone?” 

“You really want to know?”

“No, I suppose not.”

“Kris, you were right when you told me he’s a great lover after you two first had sex. He’s patient, he listens, and he allows you to tell him what feels good. He can read all the nonverbal signals. In my experience, most men consider themselves the greatest lover that ever walked the face of the earth, but you’ve found one that actually cares about his partner. I felt like I was dancing with him, and he wasn’t afraid to let me take the lead, show him what I wanted.”

“So what does this mean? How can this possibly work? I have to share my man?”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Look, I don’t want a boyfriend,” Kathy said. “But I’ve missed sex for such a long time, and yes, Kristina, I would like to be able to make love with Kevin in the future. I may fall in love with him, but I don’t need someone bothering me all the time.” 

The room went silent again, and I slumped to the floor. Kristina’s voice had wavered while she spoke, and it was clear she was not only hurt, but also extremely confused. She wasn’t the only one with questions swirling around in their mind.

“Mom, I don’t know, it’s all extremely weird. I mean, I realize why you did what you did, but am I not enough for him?”

“Kris, I’ve never told you this, but the person who called me and told me your father had been rushed to the hospital after his first heart attack was a woman he had been sleeping with. He was supposed to be playing golf that morning. What he was doing was screwing his golfing buddy’s wife. I don’t believe that men can be monogamous; it’s partly the reason I never got involved with anyone again. But that’s not something you have to believe. Regardless, I knew your father loved me, and I know Kevin loves you.”

“So what do I do?” 

“Talk to him, look into his eyes, and see how much he loves you.”

“You know, I would have reacted better if he had asked if he could make love to you. Seriously, it sounds crazy, but at least I wouldn’t feel like he was sneaking around.” 

“It makes sense to me,” Kathy replied. “You poor thing, I’m so sorry that I’ve hurt you.”

“I know mom. The funny thing is, I probably would have said yes. But now, I feel like I’m going to reward him if I share him with you. He doesn’t deserve rewards.”

Everything Kristina said kept replaying in my mind. Her voice had gone from soft, and shaky, to strong and confident, and I was immediately relieved. Regardless of what she decided about our relationship, the thought that I had wrecked her confidence played a big part in the overwhelming guilt I was feeling. Hearing the strength in her voice convinced me that she would be okay, with or without me. In fact, there was a part of me that thought it was absurd for believing she wouldn’t be able to go on without me. Kristina was hurt, not shattered, and her life didn’t depend on my affections. 

I crept back down the stairs, and waited. Nearly an hour passed before Kathy found me half asleep on the couch. 

“Where’s Kris?”

“She’s sleeping. Apparently, she didn’t fall asleep until very early in the morning, and then the storm woke her up.”

“So, what did she say?”

“She said yes.”

“Yes? She said yes to what?”

Kathy smiled, and I was once again reminded of just how much her daughter resembled her. 

“I don’t want a boyfriend Kevin, but I sure do like the sex.” 

“So, how is this going to work?”

“I have absolutely no idea. But I do know that she’s probably not going to…” Kathy’s voice quieted when she spotted Kristina at the base of the stairs.

“Hi baby, I thought you were sleeping.”

“I tried, but it wasn’t working.” 

Kristina was wearing a tiny pair of shorts, made out of the thinnest material I’d ever seen. The lips of her sex were clearly outlined by the form-fitting shorts, and the legs were cut extremely high up on the thighs. In fact, they didn’t fall more than a half-inch below her sex. 

Her breasts were encased in a tiny tank top that hadn’t fit her properly in five years. Kristina’s nipples were erect, and the slope and size of her tits were clearly defined by the top, which was barely holding together. She looked tired, but beautiful, and she smiled when she saw me, though there was a hint of anger in her eyes. 

“I’ll let you two talk,” Kathy said, beginning to stand as her daughter approached.

“No, please, mom, you should stay.”

“Are you sure, sweetie?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” 

To my delight, and horror, Kristina walked over to where Kathy sat at the end of the couch, and proceeded to sit in her mother’s lap. Apparently, it was something that happened on a regular basis, as Kathy simply wrapped her arms around her daughter and pulled her head to her shoulder. 

“Kevin, I was angry not only with what you did, but how you did it. I feel like I’m letting you off the hook, and that by doing so, you’ll never know how much I was hurt.”

“Sweetheart, I do know.” She allowed me to take her hand in mine, and I kissed the back of it gently. “I love you, but I realize that’s not what my actions suggested.”

“I also felt strange watching you make love to my mother. For some reason, I thought it was beautiful. Among all the anger, confusion, and pain, I felt that as well. It just added to my confusion, and I didn’t know what to do. But I do know that you’ve made my mother smile like she hasn’t smiled in a long time, and for that, I’m thankful.”

There was nothing for me to say. She looked so beautiful, and yet, for the first time, I realized how young she really was. Kristina looked so small in her mother’s arms, yet the obscene curves of her body couldn’t be ignored. Despite the situation, my cock hardened beneath my shorts as my eyes traced the smooth outline of Kristina’s legs from ankle to thigh. 

“Anyway, we’re going to have to figure this all out. Sharing you is not an idea I’m thrilled with. I have no desire to be with any other man, and yet, I can see how you would be interested in being with my mother. Kevin, this is so fucked up, yet I don’t want to keep mom from experiencing this kind of happiness, and I think if I know it’s going on, I’ll be okay with it, so long as she doesn’t wear you out.” 

Kristina meant it as a joke, but thinking about the previous night, and that day’s events, I believed that it was entirely possible Kathy would wear me out. Kathy chuckled, before wiping Kristina’s hair from her cheek, clearing the way for a small kiss to her daughter’s beautiful face. 

At that moment, I noticed that Kathy’s right hand was moving, and probably had been for some time. It was resting on the side of Kristina’s ass cheek, and she was slowly caressing her daughter’s buttock. 

Kathy’s robe had parted slightly where Kristina’s hand had gone after I kissed it. Now, the hand slipped inside, and Kathy shut her eyes as Kristina kisser her mother’s neck. She was moving her hand in a slow, gentle, circular motion on Kathy’s left breast. Kathy turned her head, and mother and daughter made eye contact. 

I tried not to make a sound as I saw them leaning in, eventually pressing their lips against each other. Kristina turned a bit more in her mother’s arms, and the back of her shorts came into view. The material was so tight that it had separated a bit from the elastic waistband, and it pulled tightly into the slit between her buttocks. Kathy’s hands were caressing Kristina’s breasts beneath her tank top, and every so often, I saw a glimpse of tongue between their parted lips. 

Kathy helped Kristina off with her shirt, and Kristina untied her mother’s robe, parted it, and then slid it completely off. Kristina then stood in front of her mother, and Kathy lowered her face to her daughter’s flat stomach, kissing the soft, firm skin as she pulled Kristina’s shorts down. 

I sat in stunned silence, not knowing whether to move, or stay put. None of this made any sense to me, but little had since I had first met Kathy. The two most intensely beautiful women I had ever seen were now standing 3 feet to my left, completely naked, locked in a tight embrace, their lips ravenously sucking on each other, while their hands explored the curves they had seen in each other for years. 

Kathy dipped her head and took her daughter’s left breast into her mouth, stroking the other breast softly with the palm of her hand. Kristina groaned, her lips parting as her head fell back, spilling her long silky hair down her shoulders. She was holding her mothers hips, and their pussies were grinding against each other as Kathy worked Kristina’s huge left breast in her lips.

Soon, Kathy moved to the right breast, and I silently peeled off my clothes. I stood behind Kristina, and she pushed her body back against me, her arms locking around my neck. This movement raised her breasts to her mother’s lips, and Kathy once again began to work her daughter’s breasts in her mouth. 

Finally, Kathy stepped back, and Kristina moved toward the couch. She put her hands on one of the arms of the sofa, and bent over at the waist, exposing her sex to me from behind. Kathy was behind me, stroking my shoulders, my back, and my buttocks as I settled in behind her daughter.

“Fuck me Kevin,” Kristina said. “Make me cum.” 

“Yes,” Kathy whispered in my ear. “I want to see my daughter cum, Kevin. I want to hear her scream.” Her breasts pressed against my back, and her hands gripped my hips as I rubbed the head of my cock along Kristina’s sex. She was soaked, and the head of my cock was soon shining from her juices. I parted her lips and pushed the tip inside. 

“Oh god,” she moaned softly. “I didn’t know if you’d be doing this to me ever again. God it feels good.” 

I eased inside of her, until I was buried completely within the tight, wet recesses of Kristina’s womanhood. Kathy remained, kissing my neck, rubbing her body against me from behind as I began to fuck her daughter. 

“Fuck me, yes baby, fuck me so hard,” Kristina moaned, her breasts swinging beneath her as my thrusts lurched her forward over the arm of the couch. 

Again and again I thrust my cock inside Kristina’s hungry pussy, the sound of my balls slapping against her tight ass cheeks echoing through the house. Kathy had bent down, parting my buttocks, and began teasing my asshole with her tongue. Finally, she penetrated my hole, and I pushed even harder into her daughter, crying out at Kathy’s invasion. Kristina pushed back against me, looking over her shoulder, begging me to keep fucking her.  

Kathy was hugging me now, moving her body in time with mine, her lips and tongue tasting my skin as Kristina’s head was thrown back in the throes of her orgasm. She began to cry out, her body jerking back against me. I moved closer over her body, my hips still pistoning back and forth, and as my own orgasm tore threw my body, I squeezed her heavy breasts, spilling my seed deep inside of her. 

Kristina immediately turned and thrust her body against mine. She kissed me with such force that I thought we’d both topple over and squash Kathy beneath us. Kathy was stroking my cock from behind, and Kristina smiled as already, my cock was beginning to stir.

“Fuck her, Kevin, give her everything you just gave me.” 

Kathy was lying on her back, her legs parted, and her breasts jiggling atop her chest. She smiled at Kristina and I as we looked down at her. I mounted Kathy, parting her legs even more, before my lips found her left nipple. She placed her hands beneath her breasts and fed them to me, arching her back as my cock brushed against her sopping pubic hair. 

“Do it now,” Kathy urged, feeling my hands move to open her flower to my rigid sex. I drove my cock deep inside of Kathy in one long thrust, making us both cry out. 

Kristina held her mother’s right breast in her hand, taking the huge nipple into her mouth as I rode Kathy’s body hard and fast, driving her down into the soft cushions of the squeaking couch. 

Despite the earlier awkwardness, it was impossible to deny that fucking my girlfriend’s mother right before her eyes, in fact, with her voluntary participation, was more exciting than I could have imagined. 




Kristina & Kathy Pt. 03



Kristina sat back on her heels, watching as Kathy gripped me to her body, kissing me fiercely. As was usually the case, my coupling with Kathy was more desperate, Kathy’s need and suppressed hunger driving the sex into an animalistic ritual complete with the intense growls being jerked again and again from her throat ever time I pumped my cock into her. 

“Fuck me harder, you bastard,” she shrieked. “Harder, harder…”

“Fuck her Kevin,” Kristina said, once again rising by the side of the couch. I turned my head, but was unable to focus on Kristina’s face, my orgasm approaching as Kathy convulsed beneath me. I felt Kathy’s orgasms, exploding one right after another, causing the walls of her velvety sex to clench my straining organ. 

“Cum in her Kevin,” Kristina said, louder this time. “Fill her up…”

I exploded inside Kathy, for what seemed like the millionth time in a 24-hour span. She watched me, looking into my eyes, and I looked directly into hers as I came. The feeling of her pussy being filled with my semen caused her to explode in orgasm once again, and she hugged me to her, clawing at my back with ferocity I hadn’t felt previously. Apparently, the idea of getting fucked by her daughter’s boyfriend while her daughter watched was as exciting to her as it was to me. 

I rested my head on Kathy’s enormous, heaving, sweaty breasts, and my eyes focused on Kristina. She was looking at me; her eyes were glazed over with lust. She looked exhausted, but it was obvious the scene she had just witnessed turned her on. 

I sat up, and Kathy slid her buttocks along the cushions, resting her back against the arm of the couch. Kristina crawled up next to her, and Kathy cradled her daughter’s head against her breasts. She kissed the top of Kristina’s head as she stroked her daughter’s hair.

Kathy smiled at me as she pushed the hair away from Kristina’s eyes. Mother and daughter appeared to be content. Soon, Kristina fell asleep, pressed tightly against Kathy’s nude body, and I gently picked her up in my arms, and carried her up the stairs.


“My room, Kevin,” Kathy said from behind me. I released Kristina into her mother’s bed, and Kathy slid into the other side. 

We made love once again, and Kristina awoke just as I was once again pumping a hot, gushing load of semen into her mother’s body. 

She watched for a moment, and as I moved to Kathy’s left side, Kristina once again curled up against her mother’s right side. 

The rest of the day was spent in bed, save for Kathy preparing some fruit and vegetables for us shortly before 9:30 p.m. By the time mother and daughter curled up against me, I was thoroughly exhausted, happy, and eager to begin a new chapter of my life. 



Kristina & Kathy



"Kris! You could have said anything. Why are you purposely teasing me?" 

"Because I can. Now get out of the car, here she comes."

Kathy was indeed walking towards us, smiling, the sun dancing off her golden hair. It was a shade darker than her daughter's, but equally straight, although she had tucked some of her hair back behind her right ear. She wore a light blue floral sundress with sandals, and her face was nearly the carbon copy of Kristina's, yet the features were more mature. Whereas Kristina's face exuded incomparable beauty mixed with the undeniable freshness of youth, Kathy's smile was more sensual; her eyes were filled with the understanding and acceptance of everything around her. Kathy looked no more than 30 years old; though Kristina had told me she was 45. She walked with the same confidence her daughter moved with, her back straight, head up, and breasts thrust proudly forward.

I nearly choked on my own saliva as I watched the top halves of her enormous breasts jiggle with every movement of her body. Kristina hadn't lied; Kathy's breasts were noticeably larger than Kristina's, and the top of the sundress did little to hide their shape and size. They were pushed together, and the mountainous cleavage rising up towards Kathy's chin did little to ease my straining cock beneath my shorts. Her waist was small, easily as small as Kristina's, but her sizeable hips flared out from her midsection, and her legs were more rounded and full than her daughter's. Whereas Kristina's legs were tight and sculpted, Kathy's legs were smooth and soft, though equally as firm as her daughter's. 

"Hi, I'm Kathy," she smiled, taking my hands. "You must be Kevin. I've heard so much about you." She looked me up and down quickly, in fact, had I not been so intent on looking into her eyes instead of studying the giants upper swells of her breasts, I wouldn't have noticed the darting glance she gave me. 

"I've heard a lot about you too, Mrs. O'Neil. It's great to finally meet you." I leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, and the scent of her hair overpowered me. I felt her breast brush my chest, and the shock waves rippled down to my balls. 

It was then that I became aware of Kristina's presence for the first time since we got out of the car. She was standing next to me, holding my hand, before leaning over to kiss her mother on the cheek.

"Well, why don't we go out back to the deck. We don't have to eat right away unless you're both hungry?"

"We're fine," Kristina offered. "I'm going to change into my swimsuit, it's too hot for what I'm wearing. Baby, why don't you walk mom out back. I'll be there soon."

"Ok, sweetie," I said, kissing her quickly on the lips. 

Kathy turned and watched her daughter walk toward the side of the house, entering through the garage door, before turning back to me and smiling.

"Hottie?" she laughed, noting Kristina's shorts. "Well, I guess it applies, that girl has a body to die for. Shall we, Kevin?" she said, offering her arm. I slipped my arm through hers, and began walking her up the driveway, towards the side of the garage. 

"I really appreciate all you've done for her, even before you two started dating Kevin," she said, looking up at me as we walked. "She really enjoyed the internship, and now, I know, she just adores you."

Looking down at her was a chore, because as beautiful as she was, her gigantic breasts were threatening to burst out of the top of her sundress and I couldn't keep my eyes off them. Her own gaze followed mine down to her chest, and though she said nothing, a small smile curled into the corners of her lips. 

"Well, she deserved the internship, and she worked very hard to prove herself to some of the skeptics in the office who questioned her at first."

"They thought she was hired because of her tits and ass, in other words, correct?"

"Um, well..."

"It's okay, you can say it. I'm very proud of her, she has to overcome that initial impression in almost everything she does." 

"I'm sure you had too as well," I blurted out before realizing what I was suggesting.

"I'm flattered," Kathy said, turning to smile up at me. Her smile was as breathtaking as Kristina's, and the feel of the side of her right breast squashed against my arm was making me light-headed. I felt as though if I didn't sit down right away, my legs were going to buckle. I also knew, however, that it would be incredibly difficult to sit down with the raging hardon that was threatening to explode.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful. It's just easy to see where Kristina gets her body...err, beauty, from. I'll shut up now." I looked straight ahead, feeling my face flush as we rounded the side of the garage.

"It's quite alright Kevin," she said as she walked out ahead of me to open the gate at the base of the deck that encased the large swimming pool. My eyes locked on her ass, as the gloriously full, rounded, fleshy cheeks jutted out against the back of her dress. Each cheek swayed back and forth as she walked, and I felt once again the unmistakable strain of my cock against my shorts. 

"Come on up," she said at the top of the deck. 

Ten minutes passed before Kristina returned wearing a blue bikini with a towel wrapped around her waist. 

"Oh honey, you get more beautiful every day," Kathy said. "I remember when I my body was that tight."

"Mom, stop. You know you look amazing for your age. For any age in fact."

Kathy caught my gaze and smiled casually, and I got the distinct impression that she wanted me to know that she was proud of her daughter's beauty...and of her own. 

"Well, I think it's my turn to change," Kathy said, standing as Kristina sat down in the chair next to me. "Kevin, it's very nice to meet you, and I want you to know you're welcome in our home." 

She stopped next to me, leaned down, and kissed me on the cheek. I heard her whisper some kind of thanks for treating her daughter so well, but my mind was distracted from the vision of Kathy's impossible cleavage just inches from my lips. When she bent over, her huge tits nearly fell out of her dress, and I knew Kristina had caught me looking into her mother's deep cleavage. The breasts were gigantic; I had never seen such enormous tits. When I first saw Kristina's perfect bare breasts, I thought I would never see anything larger in my life. Just a few weeks later, I was proven wrong by my girlfriend's own mother. 

When Kathy left, I heard Kristina giggling in the chair next to me.

"What's so funny?"

"They're huge, I know."

"So are yours, Kris. Can we not talk about this?"

"Aww, you weren't shy enough to stare right down her dress, were you? It's okay, I'm not angry. They're difficult to take your eyes off of. Especially when she's leaning down right in front of you."

"Kris, please. This is embarrassing."

"Kevin, I'm not angry. Don't be embarrassed. My mother wears an H-Cup, and I've never met anyone else in my life that's that big. I'm sure you haven't either."

"When I saw the "G" on your bra the first time, Kris, I nearly had a heart attack. I didn't even know bra's came in that size." I was now laughing, as Kristina's casual attitude had put me at ease. 

"My mother was about my size until she got a little older. Her breasts grew a bit more with maturity, and you see the results."

"Well, I can see where you get your beauty from."

Kathy reappeared a short time later, wearing a tank top and a pair of tight cutoffs. Her ass was bigger and more rounded than Kristina's, though the buttocks were as proud and firm as her daughter's. Her belly wasn't as flat and hard as her daughter's, but it was Kathy's feminine curves and softness that made her so appealing. 

"Mom, you're the only 45 year old I know that has J-Lo's ass," Kristina giggled. 

"I'll take that as a compliment, honey," Kathy said as she opened the large grill on the side of the deck. I couldn't help but stare at her tits yet again, the tank top was losing the battle of containing Kathy's breasts, and her gigantic nipples were now pressed clearly against the thin material. I thought if I looked hard enough, I could see the outline of her areoles barely hidden from view.

We sat on the deck all day, talking, eating, and laughing, and eventually I managed to wrestle my eyes away from Kathy's body long enough to look her in the eyes as we spoke. Kristina got in and out of the pool a couple of times, before she wrapped a towel around her thong-covered midsection, and sat down in my lap. My cock strained up against her, and she turned and gave me a wicked smile. 

"I'm exhausted," Kristina said. "This heat just takes all the energy right out of you." 

"I agree," Kathy said. "I think I'm going to go to bed."

"Can I help you clean up?" I asked.

"No, Kevin, that's not necessary. You're very sweet though. I can take care of it. Why don't you take Kristina up and get settled in to her room."

"Ok, well, thank you so much for your hospitality. I'm glad I finally had the chance to meet you."

"I feel the same way Kevin, and thank you again for being so wonderful to Kristina." 

I hadn't even noticed that Kristina had slipped past me and had already gone upstairs.

Kathy hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. I became aware of her breasts again, pressed flat against me, my hands just inches above the large, rounded cheeks of her ass.

"Good night," she said. "Don't keep me up all night fucking my daughter either, young man," she laughed.

"Um, I don't, I mean, we..."

"I was kidding, sweetie," she said. 

"She didn't say a word about my age." I was reclining naked in Kristina's bed as she sat in front of her mirror, equally naked, brushing out her long blonde hair.

"She's the one who encouraged me to date older guys. I was tired of boys who didn't really have their life together yet. I knew what I wanted to do already, and I found it frustrating to meet all these guys who seem to be waiting for something to just come along."

"I see. Well, I have to thank her then."

Kristina put her brush down and stood up, her back still turned to me. She seemed to be checking herself out in the mirror, and my cock hardened at the site of her firm, bare ass. The cheeks were rounded; the cleft between them deep, and the smooth globes were incredibly toned and firm. 

"You have such a beautiful ass, baby," I said. "Why don't you come over here so I can bet a better look."

Kristina smiled as she turned, and casually walked over to the other side of the bed, her breasts bobbling as she thrust them forward. I followed their path as she pulled back the covers on the bed, leaned over, and crawled in beside me.

"You've had to suffer all day, haven't you, my poor baby," she whispered as she kissed me, her breasts crushing against my chest.

"You've been such a tease, my cock's been hard since this morning. You're such a naughty girl."

"My mother didn't help the situation, did she?" Kristina said, a mischievous look in her eye.

"I, uh, well..."

"Shhh," she said, placing her index finger over my lips. "Don't worry about a thing."

Kristina used her lips and tongue on my chest, encircling my nipples with her tongue, before taking each into her mouth to tease them. I moaned softly, tangling my fingers in her hair, before she began to move farther down my abdomen. Soon she was kneeling between my outstretched legs, and as she dipped her face down towards my cock, her small, pink tongue darted out. Kristina began licking my balls with her tongue in long, steady strokes, totally encasing them in her saliva. Her eyes were locked on mine, and soon she took them whole into her mouth, sucking on them intently. I raised my hips off the bed as her wet lips left their trail along my scrotum. Her tongue swirled around my balls as she sucked on them feverishly, before releasing them. 

Her hands were softly stroking my thighs as she tongued my balls, lifting the sac to get underneath. Spreading my legs wider, her tongue darted down further, and I groaned as Kristina teased my asshole with her tongue. I felt her course wet tongue flicking back and forth across my hole, and she devilishly smiled up at me, stopping her work for an instant.

"Tell me to do it Kevin. You know I love it when you tell me to do it."

"Oh God, Kris, lick my ass baby. Please, put your tongue inside."

The first time she had done it, I flinched, not ready for the invasion. I asked her what she thought she was doing, but she kept at it, and soon my protests were replaced with groans of pleasure.

She smiled and resumed her licking, her hands once again stroking my thighs. My cock throbbed, and rose slightly off my abdomen as I clenched my muscles and strained for her touch. She hardened her tongue and quickly drove it into my anus, driving deep inside until she could go no further. Her hand found my cock and began to stroke, while simultaneously, she began to tongue-fuck my asshole, looking me straight in the eyes the entire time. 

"You're such a nasty little slut," I groaned. "Mmm, oh baby..."

She slid her tongue from my ass, and dragged it up across my balls, before covering the entire length of my shaft. Clear fluid began to leak from the head of my cock as she gripped me in her hand and began to stab her tongue into the tiny hole at it's tip. Pushing up towards her face, she smiled once more, before sliding the entire cock down her throat, her full, wet lips gliding down the shaft until I was buried balls deep in her young mouth.

I hadn't cum since early that morning when I fucked Kristina in the shower, and I knew I wouldn't last long as she began to suck me, her head bobbing up and down, hands stroking my shaft and balls.

"Jesus Christ, Kris," I groaned as she moved herself flat on the bed. I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling gently.

"Mmm, baby, I love when you pull my hair," she purred, before diving back down on my cock. Her hands moved under me to grip my ass, and soon I felt my balls tighten, it was going to be over soon.

"Kris, oh shit, baby, I'm going to cum, oh fuck..." I raised my hips once again as the cum started shooting into Kristina's mouth, blast after blast surged from my cock head, and she swallowed all of it down as quickly as she could. I kept shooting cum into her mouth, again and again my balls exploding, the shockwaves of pleasure ripping through my body. After draining me of the last drops of my seed, Kristina crawled back up on the bed, placing her head on my chest. I could feel her breath sifting across my skin as her hand gently stroked my abdominal muscles. 

"Baby, don't you want me to..."

"No, no, I'm tired. It's been a long day, and the sun took a lot out of me. But you owe me big time, and I'm waking you up early."

"Are you alright? I mean, you've never refused before."

"Yes, I'm fine. Very fine, in fact," she smiled. "I really am just tired."

I remained silent, entwining my fingers yet again in her soft, silky hair. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye, and noticed the door closing just as I turned my head. 

"Did you know you left the door open?" I asked, incredulously. 

"Just a bit, my air conditioner's broken and leaving the door open a bit allows the cool air to come in."

"I think your mother just closed it. I wonder how long she was standing there."

"Well, she's not a prude, and I don't think she had a problem with the noise." I drifted off to sleep with my beautiful Kristina still in my arms. But my mind was filled with images of Kathy's uniquely feminine body straining behind the confines of her skimpy clothing. I was in trouble. 

True to her word, Kristina woke me early the next morning, and we made love for 2 hours before, exhausted, we drifted back to sleep until nearly 10 a.m. I got up and took a shower as Kristina slept in. After drying my hair, and dressing, I kissed her on the cheek and told her the bathroom was free.

"I'm going to go downstairs, Kris. It feels like another hot one, so maybe we can go to the mall today and go shopping or something."

"Wow. Not many girls have boyfriends that suggest shopping," she giggled. "My mom's probably already up. I'm sure she'll have made breakfast already."

"Ok, babe, take your time."