22 comments/ 32008 views/ 6 favorites The House By: Rambulator I had slept in this morning after coming in on the late flight to DFW from being in San Francisco for the last three weeks overseeing the biggest project I had landed since opening my own security business four years ago. After getting up and having a shower. I wandered down to the kitchen and found a note from Beth Ann, saying that she had to run an errand and would be back about 10 O'clock. I figured since it was just about nine now that I would fix me some toast and juice then start going over my notes of the different situations that I had encountered. I had just started going over them and dictating some plausible solutions on the pocket recorder when Beth Ann came thru the back door. "Hi darling," she said. "I thought I would let you sleep in for a while since you did not get in until late. I'm sorry I wasn't here when you got up but since Gary was going to be busy today working on their new deck Diana and I decided we would go and look at lawn furniture." That's Fine, I needed to go over these notes anyway and besides the sooner I get it done the sooner I will have time to show you how much I missed you while I was gone." "Ooooh that sounds like a lot of fun better be snappy at it then because I can't wait too long myself." Beth Ann said as she came over and gave me a very passionate kiss. I went back to poring over my notes and dictating, about five minutes later a slight rapping sound came from the sliding glass door, it was Gary. I laid down my recorder and went to let him in. He said. "Paul old pal I hate to bother you but while I was finishing up the molding for the deck my router gave up the ghost. Could I borrow yours until I get done?" "Sure I'll go get it." When I got to the garage it took me awhile to find it. I guess Beth Ann had gotten in one of her cleaning moods and had put it in the wrong place. Beth Ann and Gary were talking when I came back. They quit talking as I came into the room. "Here it is Gary, keep it as long as you need to I don't need it at the moment and that way Diana will be able to spend more for the deck furniture." "Thanks Paul, I appreciate this." Gary said over his shoulder as he went out the door. About an hour later I was done and had started to put all of the papers back in my briefcase when all of a sudden Beth Ann grabbed my hand and started to lead me to our bedroom saying. "Good, your done I can't wait any longer." When we got to the bedroom it was a race to see which one of us could get our clothes off the fastest. I won barely just because all I had on was shorts and a t-shirt. As soon as she was done she pushed me onto the bed and straddled me and started to ride me as if there was no tomorrow. I had just started spewing my load into her when all of a sudden she seized up into a massive orgasm shouting, "Give it all to me Daddy. I want you to knock me up again." And then she collapsed onto my chest. When we were able to get our breath back I said. "What was that all about baby?" She said, "You are going to have to get your router back from Gary quicker than you think to start in on our nursery." I hugged her close to me and asked. "You mean that you are pregnant." "Yes darling, I lied when I said I was with Diana this morning. I actually had a doctor's appointment and he confirmed what the home test I took Wednesday." "Okay," I said. "Here's the deal this is Friday and since I don't have to be in the office till Monday, lets go out and eat tonight and celebrate." "Paul, I would just like to cook you a good romantic dinner at home and then just the two of us spend the rest of the weekend in bed if you don't mind." "That sounds like a plan to me." ------------ Monday morning I greeted Alexis my secretary with a big smile. She said, "Alright, what's with the big shit eating grin this morning, you win the lottery?" "No Alexis, better than that I found out this weekend I'm going to be a daddy." She said, "Congratulations," but I knew it was a put on. Beth Ann and she never got along. I guess it was because I dated Alexis in college before I met Beth Ann and she met Barry. Right after I started the company Alexis's husband was killed in a car wreck. He had insurance to cover the house and his burial but Alexis had to go to work in order to cover the rest of the bills. I gave her a job as my secretary over objections from Beth Ann. I handed over my notes and the recorder to Alexis and asked, "Can you get Patty to transcribe these to some semblance of order for me." "Sure no problem Paul, she should have them back to you later on in the day." "I'm not in a rush, just when she has some spare time will be fine." "Okay, Boss." ------------- About 10:30 Patty buzzed Alexis on the intercom and when she picked up Patty said. "Alexis there is something wrong with Paul's dictation tape, can you come and listen to it and tell me it what I am hearing is correct?" "Hang on Patty I'll be right there," and then she punched the intercom off and took of to Patty's office. About ten minutes later Alexis came into my office and lay the recorder on my desk and said, "Paul, Patty says that she couldn't understand some of the tape and thought you should review it." "I'll get right on it since I'm taking a long lunch to meet with James. He says the new house is almost finished and I want to surprise Beth Ann Saturday with it as an early anniversary present. I would like it if you came out Saturday to see it too." "I don't think that would be a good idea Paul. You know Beth Ann and I just don't get along, besides it is your present to her it just wouldn't be right." "I'm sorry about Beth Ann, she just can't understand that basically you and I were just friends and that Barry was the love of your life." "I still miss Barry so much but it is time I got on with my life and things have just started to look up." "You mean you have started dating again?" "No, but I think that a rare man has just become available and I would like to see where it might go in the near future." "Good, I know you loved Barry very much but I think it is about time you put the grieving behind and got along with your life. You're still young and you would make a great mother." "Thank you Paul, but enough about me I have to get back to work and you have that tape to review and then your lunch with James." "Okay, but you know my door is always open if you need anything." "That goes both ways Paul," Alexis said as she went back towards her desk. An hour later as I started out the door, I said. "Alexis I'm going to be busy the next few days but I want you there Saturday and bring along Patty. I will not take no for an answer. I have invited Beth Ann's parents, Gary & Diana for the festivities also." "Okay Boss," Alexis said looking pissed off but inwardly smiling. ------------ Saturday morning I woke Beth Ann up and told her to get dressed as we were supposed to meet her parents for breakfast at the pancake house in thirty minutes. "What are my parents doing in town? They weren't supposed to be here till next month for our anniversary." Beth Ann asked. "Well since you called them and told them you pregnant they wanted to be here when I give you, your early anniversary present." "An early present, what did you get me?" "I can't tell you, you will just have to see it." "Come on tell me, I'll make it worth your while in bed tonight." "Nope, no can do." "Not even a little hint?" "Okay, it's big and is going to put you into shock you is all I'm going to say." "If that is all you are going to tell me I guess I will just put you on half rations tonight." Beth Ann said while laughing. We met up with Joan and Herb for breakfast and within a few minutes Gary and Diana showed up and sat down with us. After breakfast was over and while Beth Ann went to the restroom I told Gary how to get to the new house and to meet us there in about an hour. After leaving I picked up my cell phone and dialed Alexis's number. When she answered I told her we were leaving now and to meet us there. Beth Ann looked over at me with fire in her eyes and asked. "Why did you want her along?" "Because Beth Ann, Alexis has always been my friend. She and I knew that there was would never be in love like you and I were. When Barry came along I saw right away that they were meant for each other. After Barry's death I couldn't just turn my back on a friend. Why can't you just accept the fact that she is just a friend and nothing more?" "Because Paul, she's in love with you." "You can't be serious. Her true love was Barry and she is just now coming to terms with his death." But in the back of my mind I could see that Beth Ann might be right. "Yes I know she loved Barry with all of her heart but deep down she has always been in love with you. Call it woman's intuition if you like but we women just have a way to see things like that." About that time she recognized the area we were in and asked, "Can we just drive by the place that we first made love at?" "Somebody bought it and built a house on it. I don't know if they would let us in there." "Please, we don't have to drive in just go by there." "Okay." A few minutes later we drove in the driveway and pulled up to the new house. James came out of the construction trailer and introduced himself as the builder, carefully hiding the fact that we knew each other. He asked Beth Ann if she wanted to take a tour of the house. "I'd love to," Beth Ann told him. As we were taking the tour I noticed that Gary, Diana, Alexis, Patty and her parents had pulled up by the gate. After the tour was over I led Beth Ann out the back way and we went around the house to the front where the rest of the group were waiting. When they saw her they all shouted HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!! She was in a state of shock so bad she could hardly catch her breath. Everybody but Alexis and Patty gathered around and gave her a big hug. When she noticed Alexis she went over and said. "I know that we have never liked each other but can we at least call a truce?" Alexis didn't answer her, she just nodded. "Okay everybody lets go back to the trailer, I have one more surprise I want to show you all." I said. When we were all gathered around again I nodded at James, he then pulled out a walkie-talkie and said. "Alright boys go to it." You could here a couple of bulldozers start up and in a few minutes they were busy demolishing the house while everyone looked on in shock. Beth Ann was jumping up and down screaming, "My house!!! My house!!!" After the shock wore off and the bulldozers were shut down Beth Ann's dad come over to me and got in my face ranting and raving about how I could do that to his daughter with her going to have my baby. As I pulled my pocket recorder out of my coat pocket, I said, "Because of this." I turned the recorder on and you could hear knocking in the back ground then: {Gary} "Paul old pal I hate to bother you but while I was finishing up the molding for the deck my router gave up the ghost. Could I borrow yours until I get done?" {Me} "Sure I'll go get it." You could hear me moving off to get it {Gary} "I thought he was supposed to come in this afternoon?" {Beth Ann} "He came in late last night and I didn't have time to let you know, by the way that router deal was cute." {Gary} "I had to think of something fast. How did it go this morning?" {Beth Ann} "Well you are going to be a daddy." {Gary} Honey, that's wonderful but have you told Paul yet?" {Beth Ann} "No, I wanted you to be the first to know." {Gary} "Thanks baby, I appreciate that now all we have to do is wait till the baby's born and then you can soak him for child support plus the trust for the baby that he thinks is his." I reached over and cut the recorder off with trembling hands and tears running down my face. I turned to a shocked Beth Ann and said one word, "Why??" Alexis walked over and slapped Beth Ann as hard as she could and then grabbed my arm saying, "Do you think a friend could buy you a cup of coffee?" We left everybody there arguing and Beth Ann crying. ------------- That was three years ago. Alexis is still my Secretary and no we are not together, she is first and foremost my friend. Plus she found somebody that really was better than Barry and that is saying a lot. As for the rest of them, Beth Ann's parents finally forgave her; she and the baby are living with them while Beth Ann is teaching part time and going back for her Masters in Education. As for Gary and Diana, they are still together. We later found out that it was Diana's idea to get Beth Ann pregnant with Gary's baby just to get their hands on some of my money. Since I proved that the baby wasn't mine and therefore no trust or child support they dropped Beth Ann like a hot potato. I have to go now it's time for Lamaze class for Patty and me. Yes it was Patty that stepped up and took charge, with Alexis's blessing of course. I don't know if I could have gone through all of this with out Alexis being there for me like I was when Barry was killed. The House Your long quest ends in a perfect climax. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (43 min/mp3) * * * * * The House It took just over a year to get the house set up in Lancaster. Actually it turned out to be four houses, a large plot of land, and some cool diversions. The land for this project was found on the outskirts of the city. Patrick was amazed at how Sam threw himself into the project of getting an anonymous house for the group of movie and TV stars that they had met one wild night. Sam started drawing ideas the day after sleeping with Jennifer Love Hewitt and Lacey Chabert at Lacey's house. Lacey had the guys' cars picked up from the club where they had met the women and drove home from Lacey's house. From then 'til Patrick got a call from Ryan asking for the guys to come to the Crow mansion, he saw that if Sam wasn't at work, he was at his desk in their apartment either working on the computer or drawing in a note book. At that time Patrick was ready to get more detail on the deal he and his friend had agreed to. He was also curious as to what his friend had been working on. Sam took his notebook and a flash drive with them and Patrick drove. They made good time and when they got there they found a few cars parked in front of the house, most of the luxury and expensive type. They entered when Ryan answered the door, in just a pair of shorts, and followed the man of the house to the living room. In the room were Rayne (Ryan's wife), Lacey, Love, Neve, Kitty (the person that the guys had suggested as the woman in the deal), Rachel McAdams, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, and Alex (Ryan's friend). The celebrities were dressed casually in shirts and shorts or skirts. The non-celebrity women were in bikini tops and sarongs with the guys in just shorts. Rayne ran the meeting and quickly ran through the deal. Patrick, Sam, and Kitty were going to be living in a house, or houses, that to the outside world was/were to be purchased by them, but in reality the house(s) would be purchased by the group. The three of them would be paid from a company set up by Rayne and managed by her. The company would be funded by her and the group. They were to never discuss what actually was happening in the house(s). If any friends or family visit that are not in on the deal, the employees were to either notify the group before hand or set Plan Visit into motion if they arrive unannounced. Plan Visit was going to be set up for those times that family or friends drop by unannounced. After Rayne laid out the deal everyone agreed, with Sam saying he had an idea that would make some things easier. He asked for a computer and loaded his flash drive onto it. Ryan then hooked the laptop to the TV so everyone could see. Sam ran them through his idea and long before he was finished with the explanation everyone liked the idea. They understood that it was going to take a while to get set up, but knew that it would work out a lot better than the original plan. Once he was done, Rayne looked at everyone in the room and everyone agreed with her. They agreed that his idea was great, but needed a little work (mainly an architect drawing up the real plans). Plus there would have to be another person added to the employment of the group to work along with Patrick, Sam, and Kitty. Kitty actually said she'd work on getting another woman to work with them. Before a month passed the guys had found the land. It was a perfect square half mile of land making up the block. Sam worked out the purchase of the land while Kitty found an architect and got the plans drawn up and Patrick started working on getting the contractors they were going to need. After getting everything setup they gave everyone involved in the construction non-disclosure contracts. The build took eight months of discreet work and four times the cost that was originally planned when the plan was to just purchase a house or two. There was another month and a half of work to furnish everything. They, the four employees, all moved in on the same day just before nightfall, each taking one of the 'front' houses. The whole project ended up being a place that took up most of the land and was built two stories below ground. The bottom floor was built as a garage with four ramps up from there to the garages of the houses that were now on the ground floor. The floor above the garage had four dozen bedroom suites, two full furnished media rooms with all the video game systems and video players, two fully stocked kitchen areas, four fully stocked bars, and the middle of the floor had a five foot deep pool that was a sixth of a mile to a side with a nice sized pool deck. There were dozens of lounge chairs and tables on the deck. On the ground floor were four almost mansions, each facing a different street of the block and two stories tall. The houses were offset from the center of the block by ten feet to the left when facing the house from the street. There are fences built from the sides of the houses to meet to make a square. No fences blocked the backyard, so that the sun wouldn't be blocked going through the camouflaged glass ceiling to the pool deck. Behind the houses were hot tubs and some seating areas to relax in. In the houses there were kitchens, four suites, a decent living and dining room, a media room, and an attached garage set at a right angle to the front door and to the right of it. The ramps from the lower level garage came up along the outside wall of the underground floors to feed into the back side of the garages on the ground floor. The back wall was designed to open or stay locked if and when people visit the house keepers. There were elevators built to allow travel from the top floor of the houses to the lower level garage. Patrick and Sam took the houses facing east and west respectively with Kitty taking the house that faced south and Julie took the north facing one. Julie is Kitty's friend who agreed to join the others in this endeavor. During the build, birthdays were celebrated with the celebrities picking up the guys and bringing them to either the Crow mansion or one of the celebrity's homes. There were other times that the guys spent time with the group or at a minimum one of them. The four employees spent time at a gun range, learning to shoot. They did that to be in agreement with another of the stipulations of their deal; defending the property. Kitty took some time finding the right fit from her friends before suggesting Julie that, after a vetting period, was agreed upon on as the fourth person, or second woman. This story starts on Patrick's birthday, which was the first day after they moved into the houses. Normally on either guys birthday the one that wasn't celebrating the day would pay for everything. They would hit up a movie chosen by the birthday boy and maybe go see a ballgame or a show of some sort. Patrick woke up in his new bedroom. He had taken a room on the top floor of his house and had it set up just the way he wanted. Ever since the wild night that led to this whole thing, Patrick and Sam had no issues seeing the other naked and both had started sleeping in the nude. Patrick got up and did his normal morning duties before heading down to the kitchen without getting dressed. At the elevator door, which was right next to the stairs, he saw a post-it note on the door. It told him to head down to the kitchen by the pool on Kitty's side. He followed the instructions by hitting the elevator call button. He waited less than thirty seconds before the doors slid open quietly, letting him know the elevator car was on the garage level. He entered and hit the pool button. He was a little groggy from sleep and only realized that he was still naked as the door opened onto the sun painted pool deck. After a couple seconds of debate he shrugged, thinking that Julie was going to see him naked at some point, knowing the celebs as he did, and he may just get it out of the way. He headed to the kitchen, hearing voices coming from there. As he turned the corner he saw that everyone was there. Sam was wearing black shorts, Kitty was in a pair of pink shorts and light gray loose tank top so short that it barely covered her tits, and Julie was in a loose purple night shirt that hung to mid-thigh. Their conversation came to a halt as they saw him. Julie had been drinking water before she saw Patrick, but did a spit take upon seeing the naked man with the bald crotch. Neve had paid for him to continue to get everything waxed and he liked it. Julie was five foot six inches tall and maybe one hundred five pounds. She had a slightly upturned nose above her swollen, naturally pink lips. Her eyes were a light brown, almost amber in color, and her shoulder length hair was dirty blonde in color. "Hey, Pat, nice to know you're still keeping clean for Neve," teased Kitty with a lick of her lips. She had heard about it from Cindy shortly after his first visit to the spa. "I didn't think nudity was going to happen until the celebs started arriving," joked Sam. "Why should I change my life because of a new home with a couple new roommates," Patrick said to Sam. He then, while rubbing his crotch above his dick, said to Kitty, "I like it just as much as she likes fucking a bald cock. Besides, I know you're just as bald. Lasered off right?" Kitty said "Yeah," and pushed her shorts down and off, after the shorts were off she pulled her top off and threw both items at Patrick with a laugh. Julie had been calming down and was getting used to seeing a naked man, and choked up again seeing Kitty stripping, even though she had seen Kitty naked before. Julie knew a little of Kitty's life since meeting Rayne, but had never been a direct part of one of her sexcapades. She had thought the nudity and sex that Kitty had told her was going to happen, would happen behind closed doors, but the morning so far had thrown that idea out a ten story window. She wasn't the least bit surprised to see Sam loose his shorts. At least she admitted to herself that she did like seeing Patrick's hairless cock, which seemed to be growing from all the attention, and Sam's nicely trimmed and hanging cock. "Sam's a shower and Patrick is a grower," she thought with a smile. Patrick picked up the clothes and with a laugh said, "I don't think these'll fit me, Kitty." He threw the clothes on the counter near Kitty and grabbed a bowl of cereal before sitting next to Julie to eat. No one pushed her to undress. No one even brought up the idea that nudity was the rule of the house. The unwritten rule of nudity in the house came about naturally over the next few days. Sam sat at the table and asked, "What are we doing today, Pat?" "I thought that we would hang here today. Get used to the whole house and all that," answered the taller man. "Why buck tradition, man?" grinned Sam. "We can make different traditions now," said Patrick. "Don't break your traditions, Patrick. Remember we're supposed to not change things in our lives too fast. You guys have been doing the birthday thing for years now," said Kitty. She knew about their tradition from the time she had dated Sam. "Ok," said Patrick. He finished his cereal and said, "I'll go get ready. I think the movie starts at noon." He set the bowl in the sink and headed back to his elevator. As his door closed he saw Sam heading to his elevator. Half an hour later the guys met back up in the lower garage and got into Sam's car, which was parked right next to the ramp up to his garage. After the movie Patrick chose a Dodger's baseball game. Between the movie, the drive time and the game (Dodger's won), they were gone for close to eight hours. "I still can't believe where we're living now," said Sam as he pulled the car into his house garage and down the ramp to the underground garage. During their outing Patrick got calls from his family, one from his mom, his dad, his younger sister, and his grandparents. Even Sam's family called Patrick to wish him a happy birthday. Sam parked close to his elevator and quickly got Patrick into the elevator for Sam's house, the garage lights didn't come on when they moved through the room. Which seemed odd to Patrick because he could have sworn the lights were supposed to come on when there was movement in the garage. They headed up to the pool level. Patrick was surprised to see that the entire room was dark, not even moonlight shining through the roof. They stepped out of the elevator and headed in the general direction of the kitchen they had used that morning. Three steps out of the elevator the doors closed, completing the darkness. Two steps later the lights flashed on and a very loud shout of "Surprise!" sounded around the room. There were a couple dozen people scattered around the room and it was decorated for a party. After a second he realized that Sam had joined in the yell and was laughing at Patrick's reaction. In the kitchen area were Ryan and Rayne Grant, Kitty, Julie, Cindy and Sara. Jared, Jensen, Rachel, Neve, Lacey, Love and others of the group were scattered among the deck chairs. Most were in swim suits, but a few were dressed like they were going clubbing. Neve was the first to get to Patrick and hug him. She whispered, "Happy Birthday, baby." Neve's and Patrick's relationship was almost like they were dating, but knew that the two couldn't really date. She gave him a deep kiss and stepped away. Love and Lacey followed Neve and did similar things with Patrick. After those three, everyone lined up to wish him a happy birthday with either a hug, peck on the cheek, or a handshake (mostly from the guys). Drinks were served and music was played. The party moved into full swing and a lot of the women danced with him, kissing and teasing him in the process. Lacey stayed with Sam for quite a while; their relationship was a lot like Neve and Patrick's. Everyone that was dressed to swim, swam. Three or four hours into the party, guests started disappearing. Most in pairs and came back some time later and others singly not to return until the morning. That's also about the time people started skinny dipping. The skinny dipping started with Neve and Cindy stripping Patrick while Lacey and Love stripped Sam. The four women then pushed both men into the pool, laughing. Kitty was the first woman naked in the pool, but was quickly joined by Rayne, Neve and Love. Ryan and Jared were next in the pool with Sara and Cindy pulling them in with them. Chris Evans, another guy in the celeb group snuck up behind Julie, who was standing near the kitchen, he was naked, wrapped her up in a bear hug and carried her to the pool. He kept a hold of her and fell into the water, everyone near giving room for safety. Julie came up sputtering then started laughing. Her dress was floating up to show that she wasn't wearing anything under the loose garment. She realized that she was showing everything and for a moment tried to cover up, but after she calmed down she pulled the wet thing over her head and threw it to the pool deck. This totally exposed her B-cup tits with brown nipples sitting proudly hard on her tits and a neatly trimmed brown haired bush. Shortly after they all climbed out with all the guys showing at least some hardening in their cocks. Patrick and Sam being the hardest. Neve knelt and took Patrick's cock in her mouth for a couple minutes. Patrick had closed his eyes in happiness. Most of the women ignored the other guys for a short time, letting them know that some things were going to happen in a certain way before the party started. Patrick was surprised when a pair of hands covered his eyes then Neve let go of his member. Less than ten seconds passed before the blow job resumed, but it felt different. In a quick couple minutes the hands over his eyes and mouths on his cock changed. As he got close, he realized that there were no hands on his eyes and he had to know who was sucking on him. He opened his eyes to see Julie was on her knees with his cock between her pink lips. She pulled off him and smiled as she stroked his cock slowly. He was so focused on her and she him, that they were both a little surprised to see a hand reach out and tap her on the shoulder. They looked at the owner of the hand together. It was Neve. She leaned down and helped Julie up. Before moving Julie away, Neve gave her a kiss and squeezed a tit. Julie moved off and was quickly met by Chris Evans. That was all Patrick saw, because Neve then kissed him and directed him to his elevator. She called the elevator still kissing him. She let his hands roam on her back and ass, but stopped them every time he tried to move to her front. She took them up to the top floor of the house and started directing him down the hall. Just as they reached the door to his room there was a knock on the front door of the house. Since it was late they wanted to ignore it, but the person on the other side wouldn't stop knocking. With a groan from both of them, they separated. "I'm going to answer the door like this," he said, angrily. "Whoever it is decides to knock on my door at thirty minutes after midnight, they can get an eyeful for their trouble." He grinned and headed for the stairs. She followed and stood at the top to watch what happened. At the door, he took a breath and opened it. On the other side was a thin man in jeans, a t-shirt under a canvas vest, trucker cap, and a camera around his neck. "What do you want?" asked Patrick, intentionally pointing his hard cock at the guy. The guy looked at Patrick in surprise and stammered out, "I thought I saw Neve Campbell come to this house." "She's not here. I've never met her, now get off my property," growled Patrick. "Why would I have thought of seeing her here?" asked the guy. "I don't know. As you can see, you interrupted something by knocking on my door. There is a sign at the road saying trespasser may be shot. I would recommend you leave now," growled Patrick. He reached to the side of the door and grabbed his pistol, a Glock 9mm. He just held the gun by his leg, but his movements and statement made the guy look at it. Fear dropped over the guy as he started to back away. The knock was also broadcast to the pool deck as a beeping. To help Patrick Kitty came up via a set of stairs and she stepped next to him, showing her nude body to the paparazzo. "Baby, put your pistol away and give me your gun." As she said the 'gun' she put her hand on his half mast cock with a smile. The sight of Kitty was the final straw for the guy and he left. Patrick closed the door and they laughed as he put the gun away. He kissed her on the cheek. Neve came down and kissed Kitty on her left tit as thanks before replacing her hand on Patrick's rapidly rising cock. Kitty smiled and watched the star and her friend head up the house stairs. After they disappeared on the second floor Kitty went back down to the pool to find someone. On the second floor Patrick took Neve's hand off his cock and held the hand in his. They quickly found his bed. Before either got on it, Neve grabbed a condom, put it on him and jumped up on him, wrapping her legs around his hips. They shifted and with a little help from her hand, he entered her hot, wet, bald honey pot. As they kissed and she started moving on him, he lowered her to the bed and stood up. The bed had been built for him. The frame held the bed the right height that his crotch was maybe an inch above the top of the mattress, the perfect height for him to stand and fuck a pussy. That is exactly what he did now. He pulled his cock out to where her tunnel was just holding him in then pushed in deep and fast. Neve grunted and grabbed at her tits. He did that a couple times and the last time he did, he gave her clit a quick rub with his right thumb as he bottomed out. This caused her to explode. She arched her back almost in half and actually squirted a little. He stopped moving while she got off, mainly so he didn't cum when she didn't know it. The House "God damn, baby," she said coming down from her high, still kneading her tits. "How are you doing this to me?" "I got the bed custom for this," he grunted with a smile. He started moving again, this time hard and fast. His thumb found her clit again and started rubbing and circling it. She started pulling her tits hard and grunting with the pounding she was getting. He pounded his cock into her pussy with one final hard thrust and as he bottomed out he gave a hard push on her clit and started shooting. She felt him cum by the twitching of his cock as she pulled her tits by her nipples as far from her body as possible and exploded again. This time she didn't arch her back, but as the first wave fell she let go of her chest and pulled him down on top of her to kiss. The kiss was quick because neither could spare much air since they were both breathing so hard. After they caught their breath they kissed and worked together to get higher on the bed without him slipping out of her. Only once his cock shrank enough for her body to push it out, did he roll off her pulling the loose rubber with him. He was surprised that it didn't leak as he moved, considering how small his cock was at the moment. Neve giggled and took it, tying it in a knot. He took it away and dropped it in the can he had placed by the bed for that reason. As he turned back she rolled over to him and they cuddled. His hands gently rubbed her back all the way to her ass and over the side of her right (upper) tit. Her hands roamed his chest, abs, thighs and teased his crotch a little. "Happy birthday, big boy," she said kissing his right nipple. They drifted off to sleep like that. While Patrick was having his fun in his house, Chris Evans took a willing Julie off to one of the rooms on the pool deck level. She let him fuck her pussy and ass. Before they were done, after he shot his second load into her ass, she sat on his face and sucked his soft cock into her mouth. Shortly after they both got off she tucked him in and slowly walked to her elevator and then to her room where she fell asleep happy. About the time Neve took Patrick from Julie, Love and Lacey grabbed Sam and dragged him, willingly, to his room. There they blew him together. After he got off, they turned to each other, licking and sucking each other to give him a visual that would get him up again. Once he was hard again, he slid into the woman on top, Lacey. They fucked hard and fast all the while Lacey kept her mouth on Love's pussy and Love licked Lacey's pussy and sucked Sam's balls, avoiding his rubber covered cock because of the taste of the condom. After he got off and recovered he fucked Love and Lacey helped. After he came again, the ladies worked their own pussies to cum once more. They calmed down and sandwiched Sam as they all put their heads on the pillows and smiled as they went to sleep. After Kitty helped Patrick, she headed back to the pool to find some fun. She did. She found Kristen Stewart, Rachel McAdams, Jensen Ackles, and Jared Padalecki lounging, looking like they just finished fucking. She stepped in the middle of the four and said, "Take me, ravage me." The four smiled and did as she asked. She was turned into a spit roast with both cocks in her mouth and either her pussy or ass. Both the women licked her from head to toe and fingered the one hole that wasn't being fucked by a cock. The only time she had both cocks in her lower body, she licked one of the two pussies then they would switch. After she got off multiple times, covering everyone with her pussy juices because of her squirting, and they all got off a couple times themselves, the guys laid the spent young woman, who fell asleep as they moved her, on one of the lounge chairs and the women covered her in a towel. The four stars went to rooms off the pool deck, each taking their own room since they were all exhausted. The next morning Patrick woke first and woke Neve with a kiss. He then ate her out and fucked her before she left. Sam woke to Lacey and Love working together on his cock. They had fun most of the morning, only stopping at lunch time when the ladies left. Kitty woke sore, but happy. She jumped in the pool and did a few laps to stretch out. Julie woke up and pulled on her nightshirt from the day before. She ate in her kitchen worrying about how the night before would make her look in her friend's eyes. After Neve left Patrick cleaned up his room. Kitty got out of the pool, dried off with the towel that had been covering her while she slept and started to clean up from the party. Julie came down about then and saw Kitty cleaning in the nude. Julie started helping her friend. An hour later a nude Patrick joined them and helped finish up. While they cleaned Jared, Jensen and Kristen came out of their rooms and left the House. Rachel also came out to the pool deck dressed in a bikini and took a lounge chair. The cleaning was done before lunch. The three of them, shortly joined by Sam also naked, made lunch and served Rachel, Lacey and Love before they sat themselves. At that time the only one that was dressed was Julie. After lunch Lacey and Love left. Everyone else headed to the pool, with Patrick and Sam getting drinks for everyone else. They lounged and talked about nothing of consequence. The House I'd always been the 'good daughter'. Never got into any trouble at school, or out of it. Always said please and thank you, I did everything my parents expected of me. I went to college in town because I knew my mother still needed me to help around the house. I graduated and found a good paying job. The only thing I never did was find time for a boyfriend. That surprises a lot of people. 35 and never had a boyfriend. But it was true. Then it all came crashing down. First, my father died unexpectedly, which sent my mother into a rapid decline. I had to quit my job and had to move back into my parents' house. I suppose I should have taken more help from my sister, but she lived halfway across the country. It was easier for me to do it. The worry and stress was getting to me. All I wanted was a little companionship. And I found it on the internet. I learned how to flirt and tease, something I had always thought of as unnecessary and pointless before, but it became a rather nice outlet for a while. I suppose it had to have happen sooner or later, but I sampled a little of everything thing the internet had to offer. And I just as quickly found out that most of it was WAY too far out of my league. But still, there was one topic I found vastly appealing: forced impregnation. I loved reading about women who were tricked and seduced into a pregnancy they didn't want. Or the ones who were kidnapped for the sole purpose of breeding. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't into violence or pain or anything stupid like that, but it was more than a little arousing to read about a woman being mated and impregnated by a passionate, sexy and determined male. About the same time, I struck up a friendship of sorts with a couple of people who liked the same type of stories. We went from discussing the stories, to exchanging a bit of personal information. Not a lot, and nothing I would have thought was particularly identifying, but I'll never know for sure. I know I did mention to one person that I hadn't had a vacation in years, not since my mother had gotten so sick, and that it was hard watching a parent become a shell of the person you knew. Well, to make a long story short, those friendships got me through a lot of rough patches. My mother's death didn't take me by surprise, but it was still devastating. I told my online friends that I wouldn't be back for a while and didn't think anymore about it. The funeral and the arrangements and seeing my sister was a blur to me, but eventually, I was left alone in an empty house that held too many memories. I put the house on the market, and started looking for a new place to live. The house sold before I knew it, but that was okay. I had moved most of my stuff to a storage facility and the rest was packed in my car. I did one last walk through of the house, and headed for the garage and my car. I raised the garage door and was about to back out when I realized that a huge SUV blocked me in. Sighing, I got out of my car and smiled back at the other driver. He was tall, handsome and very nicely dressed. "Hello! I'm Don Perkins, the new owner. I was hoping I'd get to meet you before you left." He took off his sunglasses and walked closer. I was stunned by his blue eyes. They were oddly intent on my face. He knew who I was? Duh! I was in the garage! "Brianne Wilson, the old owner. I know escrow closes tomorrow, but would you like a quick walk through before I leave?" He grinned. He had such a hot smile. "That would be excellent. I bought the house over the internet, and I was hoping to get a quick look." I led him into the house, pointing out all the nice features that were added during the last remodeling. I saved the finished basement for last. I proudly pointed out the ceramic tile floor and the small bathroom. I had done most of the cosmetic work myself, and it looked pretty darned good. "Well, that's the house. I hope you'll enjoy living here as much as we did." I was about to start for the stairs when he caught my arm. I frowned at a pricking sensation under his hand. "Thank you for the personal tour, Starry Brown Eyes." I looked at him, suddenly fearful, but it was much, much too late. Starry Brown Eyes was my screen name. As my vision swam, his smile was the last thing I saw. The last thing I heard was his deep chuckle. "MasterDon will take care of you." I woke up feeling a bit disoriented. It took me a while to remember exactly what happened, but when I did, I tried to sit up. That's when I realized that I was tied to a very comfortable bed. I was calm. I don't think I screamed more than two minutes. After that I started looking around to see where I was. That's when I recognized the room I was in. I was in the part of the basement I had wanted to remodel as an apartment for myself. I began to wonder how long I had been unconscious. It must have taken at least a couple hours to get a bed down here and set up, especially if he was working alone. Now that was a disturbing thought. Was he alone? I raised my head and stared down my body. I was completely naked under the sheet covering me, and secured to the bed in a comfortable 'X'. I had enough slack in the ropes to close my legs maybe another inch or two, but that was it. A chuckle interrupted my thoughts. "It took me and a couple of friends less than an hour to get this set up down here. And no, they have no idea you're anywhere near here. Your car is safe, at a storage lot. I'll get it later and bring it back here." I stared at the dusty blonde man standing over me. "You're MasterDon from the list? I remember you saying you were MasterDon." He grinned and suddenly I remember hearing the shower shut off a few minutes ago. I was so focused on his face, I never noticed he was wearing nothing but a towel around his hips until now. "Yes, I am MasterDon, and I see you remember what I promised I would do when we met." Can things get any worse? Yes, I flirted online with MasterDon, but I had no expectations, real or otherwise of meeting him. We had even role-played a couple of times, of meeting. I knew he had the same impregnation fetish I had, but it was just talk, wasn't it? I'm not saying he wasn't also a good net friend. He stayed online with me all night while I cried my eyes out after my mom had died. I never knew he meant any of the things he would say. Especially since I figured there was no chance of us ever meeting face to face. He pulled the sheet off me and stood looking at me with naked desire and satisfaction on his face. "You'll never know how hard it was for me to simply strip you and tie you to the bed while you were out." He sat down and started stroking my stomach. "But this way will be so much better." Grinning he stood up, dropped his towel before sitting back down. I couldn't help it. Sure I had seen pictures of nude men on the internet, but up close and personal? Live and in living color? Large and in charge? It was more than a little intimidating. Mostly because he wasn't soft at all. And okay, I had no real idea if he was above average or not, but trust me, it looked huge. He knew I was staring. "That's right, my little starry-eyed virgin. It's hard because of you. But before I leave this room," He kept stroking my stomach and trailed off with a grin. "But it's not going to be unpleasant for you. I wouldn't do that to you." With that, he leaned over me and began kissing me. I thought, 'I feel cold. Why do I suddenly feel cold? Oh. He's not kissing me any more.' I opened my eyes, 'when did I close my eyes? He's smiling at me.' Deliberately he looked at my right breast. Hesitantly I followed his gaze and looked down. He was slowly, gently rolling my nipple between his fingers. The deep brown of my nipple looked even darker against his pale fingers. I opened my mouth to say what I don't know, but all that escaped was a moan. I dissolved into to a world of unfamiliar pleasure and frustration as he touched me, caressed me. The next thing I was consciously aware of was him kneeling over me while a hand teased my pussy. He laughed and nuzzled me. "If I want to do this right, I'd better get to the main event, as it were." He moved between my legs. "I've been waiting so long for this." I finally found my voice. "Please wear a condom." He grinned at me, even as he used the head of his cock to trace up and down my pussy lips. "You don't really want me to use a condom." He began his slow entrance into my body. I groaned in pleasure as my pussy stretched around him. "See how good it feels skin to skin?" He kissed me hard and ground into me. "I'm balls deep in the most perfect pussy." He stroked in and out of me slowly at first. "You're hot and wet and tight. I'm going to enjoy fucking you a lot." He sped up. I gasped in shock and pleasure each time. It was feeling so good, but I tried again. "Please, you have to put on a condom. Please!" He just started fucking me faster. "Are you sure you want me to stop? I might get soft and not be able to fuck you." I made some sort of strangled sound. I wanted him to keep fucking me, but I needed him to put on a condom before it was too late. Then I screamed as I came, hard. But he kept pounding into me. I was about to come again when he spoke again. "Besides, I can't give you my baby if I wear a condom." His words brought it all together suddenly. In our role-playing, MasterDon would make it a point to say that he wasn't wearing a condom. He must have figured out my periods by throwaway comments I had made over the course of our friendship on the internet. As I thought about it, we would only role-play for a week in the middle of my cycle. And if grief hadn't disrupted my timing, I was fertile and vulnerable right now. I looked at him in horror. "No! Please no! I don't want to be pregnant! Please, Don!" "I'm going to cum inside you and give you my baby. You'll look so good pregnant with my baby." "No, Don, please stop! You're raping me! I don't want to have sex with you! I don't want to have your baby! Please stop raping me!" "That's right. I'm raping you. It's so hot and sexy, raping you." He thrust hard, triggering my second orgasm. "Here it comes! I'm raping my baby into you! Take my rape baby!" I lay under him, stunned. He did it. He came inside me. And I liked it. I liked it even more knowing he was probably making me pregnant. It was just like the role-playing we had done. It was better than stories I had read. He pushed into me again without actually withdrawing. It triggered a mild orgasm in me. Then he pulled away from me. He loosened the ropes holding me to the bed, but didn't release me. He kissed me and pulled me into a hug. "Tomorrow I'll start to teach you about spankings." The House The late Kodi Lane the king of geek's lover of computers and cameras. Built a house twenty-five years ago a sprawling mansion for his pleasure and his family he was married for thirty years and then his wife left him for a younger man. He was glad that she left. She was a terrible lover and she never wanted her son Bill. When they first got married, she was wild in the bedroom but when she found out she was pregnant she quit. She never wanted to be pregnant she disliked kids always has but as Bill grew up she changed but not enough for her to really love him. She was just comfortable with him. She did not treat him like a son she treated him like a distant relative. Bill always felt hurt by that as he grew up he tried to understand her. He even tried talking to his dad about her to try to understand her but he never wanted to talk about her or the way she acted. The house was beautiful. There are six bedrooms with their own bathrooms complete with hot tubs. Kodi wanted everyone to have his or her own personal space so nobody would have to share or risk walking in on anyone. Kodi loved the house he put his heart and soul into it. On the outside, it looks completely normal. Everybody viewed the house as a local treasure because of its beauty. The house has had many renovations throughout the years. The last one was finished three months before he died. He new he was close to dying and he new who he was going to leave the house to. His son Bill, Bill loved the house when he was growing up. His father always new what he was doing? His father always said the walls have eyes. Bill never understood that. He just figured he always had a guilty face after something happened but that was not the case. Every room even the closets had cameras in them. They were very high tech cameras you could zoom in on stuff or see perfectly when it was dark in the room. They also had motion detectors attached to them so you could always get the good stuff without actually having to zoom in on everything. Every room had about the same numbers of cameras the bedrooms and the bathrooms had a couple more but not much. See Kodi was a peeping tom a high tech one. In the bedrooms, the beds are four-poster beds except in his room. There were four cameras put inside each of the bed poles pointed at the bed but they also could spin three hundred and sixty degrees to every nook and cranny of the room. When friends or family of his came to visit, he watched them do everything. He watched his son Bill lose his virginity to the girl next door and then watched everyday until they broke up having sex in various rooms and positions. He even watched his wife cheat on him with the neighbor's son home from college for a week. It happened when he was a junior in high school twenty years ago. His son then was a tall six foot a hundred and eighty pounds blonde hair blue eyes young stud. He just turned eighteen. The girl was the girl next store a couple months older then him and more experienced in so many ways. Her name was Tina. She was shorter with a big chest Kodi always called them melons, because they looked like melons except for the little nipples poking out of her shirt. Twenty years ago Tina was locked out of her house and her parents were not expecting her home for at least two more hours. Therefore, Bill invited her over hoping for a repeat of their make out session from last week. What Bill and Tina did not know was that his dad was home in the control room for the house. It was as a little office for him he rarely went in to the office he could do everything at home but Bill always thought he went to work at his office everyday because he never saw his dad until after five. Bill led Tina up to the little library on the second floor because his room was messy and his bed was full of cum stains and he did not want her to see that. Therefore, they sat on one of the leather couches in the library talking about nothing interesting. Kodi was not really paying attention to what they were doing he was not expecting something to happen. Tina was the first one to make a move. She laid her hand on his upper thigh and squeezed. She could feel his cock growing to hardness. She loved sex all kinds with anybody. Her brother was the first one to teach her the joys of sex the previous summer and she could never get enough of it. Therefore, she thought what better way to pass the time then to have sex with her next-door neighbor who was very sexy looking. Tina looked into Bill's eyes and he just reacted he reached out for one of her melons and squeezed. She moved closer to him and kissed him on the lips. It was electrifying with the first touch of her lips on him his cock became a piece of steel that was getting uncomfortable in his pants. He tried to adjust himself with out Tina knowing but she new. She reached out and undid his pants. She broke the kiss and moved over to help him take off his pants. When she got him completely nude, she leaned down, grabbed his cock, then gave the little head a little kiss, and then stuck her tongue in the piss slit to suck out the pre-cum. She worked her way down to the base leaving little kisses all over the shaft. When she found the underlying cause of the base, she twirled her tongue over it and then moved her tongue all around the shaft. When she got back to the top, she sucked in the head and licked it. She started to bob up and down on it. That is when Kodi started watching it. He heard his son started to moan after bit. He noticed his son's huge cock go in and out of that pretty mouth and he wished that she were doing that to him instead of his son. He took out his cock and started to stroke it. When Tina stopped giving him head, he was so close to cumming he wanted ram it back into her mouth. Tina moved away from him and started to undress. When her melons were free Bill reached out, grabbed one, and tweaked the nipple to put out more. When she got off her skirt and he noticed that she was a natural blonde-haired person. He dropped his jaw in shock. Tina moved closer to him and put her melon into his mouth to shut it. He started to suck on it like a little baby expecting some milk to come of it. Tina moved back to the couch and opened her legs for his pleasure to continue. He mounted her so fast and plunged his rod in her she did not realize it until he started to move in side of her. He was a virgin but he new what to do. It seemed like the animal in him took over. Tina started to moan and scream at him to go harder and faster. She was loving it her brother was good but he had much smaller equipment then Bill it felt like he was hitting every sensitive spot inside her. She screamed so loud when she came she thought that the people down the rode probably heard her. Kodi taped that first little show and watched it every week until he died. Bill and his family moved into the house a month after his dad died. His wife, daughter and son nobody new about the cameras Kodi figured that nobody would find the control room but if somebody did, they would not know how to use that stuff. Bill was not very good at computers so he had nothing to worry about but he did not know that his grandson was just like him. Adam is twenty loves computers anything that has to do with them. His dad Bill told him and his sister that they could choose any room they wanted it did not matter. Therefore, Adam moved into the last room on the right hand side on the top floor his dad told him he chose his grandfather's old room. Adam was not close to his grandfather at all. His sister Rachel two years younger then him, she chose the room as far away from her brother as she could get. She did not hate him she just did not understand him. Adam is a good-looking guy he could have any girl he wanted but he chose to say glued to his computers every hour of every day. She is a very social person always out with friends partying or just hanging out. She is a drop-dead gorgeous person an all-American girl blonde hair blue eyed and a decent size chest that she just loves and so do her friends guys and girls. The family has been living in the house for over two weeks now when Adam finally found the control room. He was hanging clothes up in his closet when he tripped over a pair of shoes. He fell into the wall bashing in his shoulder he got up, rubbed his shoulder, and noticed that the wall was not aligned with the other two walls. He moved his clothes around so he could see the wall and the crack better. It seemed that the crack was at least two inches wide. He pushed against the wall to see if it would move more. It did but not enough he gave one big push and the wall gave away. He was shocked at what he saw. Bill and his wife Kim were in their bedroom talking about their new house. It was summer so neither one had to work since they were both high school teachers and their kids were also home not having jobs this summer. Since both of them would be going to college in the fall. However, the kids would barely be home this summer especially Rachel they new Adam would be home but in his room so it would be like he was not home. Bill and Kim got ready for bed. Both liked to sleep in the nude always have. Kim noticed that her husband cock was semi hard and remembered that they have not had sex this week since they been so busy with the move. Bill got in bed and Kim reached over for his cock and gave it a little squeeze it started to grow underneath her touch. Bill looked into his wife's eyes and smiled. He moved closer to her and gave her a kiss. He met just give her a quick peck but she thought other wise. She deepened the kiss until she heard him moan. She pulled away and gave him her sexy look. She reached between her legs and opened her lips so he could see that she was wet and waiting for him. She dipped her fingers into her wet box, pulled her fingers out, and brought them to his mouth and he licked them clean. They popped out of his mouth with and audible sound. He pulled the blankets off him and his wife so he could see his wife better and have nothing in the way of the action. He leaned between her legs and breathed in her musky scent. He dipped his head, stuck out his tongue, and gave her a long lick up her crack. He could taste her and he loved that taste. He started to eat her cunt in a fury. She screamed in pleasure she hoped nobody heard her especially her kids down the hall. Adam walked into the control room and saw all the monitors he was in computer heaven. He sat down on the swivel chair and twirled around trying to think why his grandfather would have this in his house. He found the on twitch and all the screens lit up screaming for a password. He did not know it. He sat there and thought about what it would be. He tried his father's name, negative. He tried his grandmother's name negative. He did not know what else to try. He tried his name and his sister's name but it was all negative. Bill climbed on top of his wife and pushed his swollen member into her cunt. It was still somewhat tight after having two kids. He went slowly at first driving his wife crazy screaming for more and to go faster and harder but he ignored her until he could not stand it anymore. He pounded her pussy giving her shock wave after shock waves of pleasure. She gripped his cock with her pussy walls giving him more pleasure. She could feel him getting close to cumming his thrust became smaller but harder. With a yell, he exploded inside of her drenching her pussy with his seed. Rachel arrived home just a few minutes later with her friend Tammy. They were both just a little drunk so they tried to be quiet so she would not wake anybody and then get in trouble. Rachel and Tammy arrived safely in her room with out being caught. Tammy reached out and kissed Rachel on the lips. They fell on the bed kissing and groping each other. Adam tried every kind of password he could think of but it was no use the screen was still screaming negative. Finally he just tried what was on his mind he punched in SEX and pushed enter the screen flicked blue then to black and then the screen screamed PASSWORD ACCEPETED. He screamed in joy. The screens all became active feeds of every room in the house. He sat there stunned. He grandfather had the house wired. He studied the monitors. He saw his room lit up and then he saw his parent's room. He could see them naked on the bed holding each other. It was just too weird he could see his parents naked and then he thought could he getter a better view. He said "zoom" and all the monitors zoomed in. he had to rephrase it he noticed that all the monitor feeds had numbers he said, "zoom six" the monitor zoomed in on his parents fondling each other. He wished that he could hear them. He found the button for the speakers and the punched in six. He faintly heard them talking he turned up the volume and he could finally hear them talking. "Honey that was amazing we should move all the time," his mother Kim said while holding his father's cock. Adam could not keep his eyes off his mom's tits. They were great a little sagging but still pretty firm after all these years. He wished he found out the password a while ago so he could see his parents in action. He moved his eyes away from his parents and looked at the monitor for his sister's room. He was shocked was again his sister and her friend Tammy were making out on her bed. Know his sister was one hott looking chick but Tammy was a little bit over weight she always looked somewhat dumpy in her clothes but then his sister reached behind Tammy and started to pull of Tammy's shirt and then her bra. Her gorgeous double d tits flopped out. She had the biggest nipples he has ever seen. He told the camera to zoom in on them. When Tammy and Rachel were completely naked Rachel climbed between Tammy legs and started to eat her out. Tammy had a natural growing bush but Rachel did not seem to mind. Tammy opened her legs wider so that Rachel had better access to treasure. Tammy started to play with her tits she could actually put one in her mouth she started to suck on it. Rachel meanwhile started to suck on something else. Adam could actually see Tammy's clit between her lips it looked like a little cock. Rachel put two of her fingers into Tammy's hole and started to finger fuck her. Adam turned the volume up louder and heard Tammy scream, "Oh yeah Rachel right there oh my god your amazing yes, yes yessssssssssss!" Tammy exploded in a mind numbing orgasm but Rachel did not stop she kept right on finger fucking her and licking her "little cock." Tammy had a look of pure pleasure on her face. When she was brought to another orgasm not as great as the first one Rachel got on top of Tammy's face. Tammy new what to do she attacked Rachel's drenched pussy. Rachel started to ride Tammy face her clit would hit Tammy's nose where there was a little nose ring hitting her clit. Tammy had her tongue up Rachel's hole tongue fucking her while she moved her fingers in her own hole getting it all lubed up to go in Rachel's ass. When her fingers were ready, she grabbed Rachel's ass and opened her hole a little with one of her fingers. Rachel stopped moving so that the finger could go in there was a little resistance but it finally went in. Tammy pulled it back out and then shoved it back in her ass fucking her while she tongue fucking her other hole. Tammy felt wetness enter her mouth and new that Rachel just came. Adam was stunned at what he just witnessed. His sister was a lesbian. Shocking and with Tammy that did not surprise him that Tammy was a lesbian but his sister wow. His cock was rock hard after watching that. He noticed that his sister was moving around in her room. She went to her bureau and pulled something out it was bright red and long. He zoomed in on it was a dildo. About nine inches long about the same length as his cock that he was holding in his hand. Rachel moved back towards the bed and watched Tammy play with her tits and pussy. Rachel just loved her Tammy new how to please her. They met about five years ago when Tammy moved here from another town. Rachel befriended her right away. She did not care that Tammy was a little over weight it did not matter. Rachel did not know that meeting Tammy would change her life for the better. They were both sixteen when they started experimenting with each other. One day after school, they were walking home through the park when they noticed two ladies making out on a park bench. Tammy and Rachel snuck around them so they could watch they have never seen two women go at it. Of course, they have seen a guy and a girl do it but that was natural. Tammy and Rachel hid behind a bush and watched the couple Tammy was the first to notice that one of the ladies had her hand up the other ladies skirt. They leaned in farther and noticed that she did not have on any underwear. They could see the ladies private parts. They could see the hand moving in and out of the hole when the lady moaned loudly. It looked like to them that she peed her pants but they new otherwise. Rachel and Tammy walked the rest of the way home in silence. Tammy was staying over that night since it was a Friday night. They went straight up to Rachel's room without talking to anybody. Tammy made the first move she leaned over and kissed Rachel on the lips. Rachel was stunned at first but then she grew to like it. She started kissing back when they broke the kiss Rachel could feel the wetness in her panties. She liked kissing Tammy but she did not know how Tammy felt. She watched Tammy and then thought who cares. She leaned back over and started to kiss her again. They laid back down on the bed. Tammy's shirt went up and Rachel could see the bottom of Tammy's bra. Rachel moved her hand towards it and grabbed Tammy's tit. She could feel the nipple poking out into her hand. Tammy sat back up and took off her shirt and bra and Rachel did the same thing. They looked at each other's naked top half. Tammy moved her hand to Rachel's tit and squeezed they were much smaller then Tammy's but still a pretty good size. They began to play with each other. They missed dinner because they were too busy making out and sucking on each other's breast. They did not get to eating each other out until late in the night. Tammy did it first she didn't mean to she was licking and kissing all over Rachel's body when she moved and her mouth landed on Rachel's pussy. She tasted Rachel's wetness and wanted more. They both have had boyfriends but they both realized that they liked each other more. They kept up the pretenses of liking of other guys because they did not want their friends to find out just yet. Therefore, they kept acting they new one day they had to find someone to pop their cherries with a real cock but they already popped it with a dildo but they wanted the real thing to make it for real. They want to find a guy who will do them both at the same time. It was going to be hard because none of their guy friends would do that and they did not want just some creep off the street. They wanted someone who would be nice to them. Rachel climbed back on the bed with the dildo. She put it to her lips, gave it a kiss, and then started to swirl her tongue around it so it was good and wet and then she moved it between Tammy's legs and pushed it in. It was one of their bigger dildos and they loved it. Rachel one day wore it to school and she was so aroused that she had Tammy meet her in the locker room to pound her pussy three times that day on their third time. Their gym teacher Heidi Smith caught them it was about two weeks ago and she still has not said anything she just watched and then walked away. They were so nervous about their secret being found out. That they did not hang out for a week but they could not stand it any longer. The House Rachel started to move the dildo in and out of Tammy's cunt. While Tammy moaned, in pleasure, Rachel did not want her parents or her brother hearing them so she shoved Tammy's left tit into her mouth that shut her up at least somewhat. Adam watched riveted to the screen before he new it he was cumming all over the place. He noticed the record button and pressed it so he could watch it repeatedly. He new he would have to fuck his sister and Tammy soon if he kept watching them. Two days later Adam was up in the control room nobody was home except his mother and she was busy cleaning the house. He watched her clean but it was not very fascinating. Therefore, he tinkered with the control room he was still learning on how to work everything. Kim thought nobody was home so when she was finished cleaning the master bedroom she decided to take a bath and have some fun. She filled the tub with warm water and added some fizzing balls to the already bubbling bath water. She stripped out of her cleaning clothes and ran her hands over her body. Even at thirty-eight, she still had a great body. Her boobs sagged a bit but not much. She could go without a bra and she did not look have bad without one. She ran her hands down her stomach to her little tuft of hair on her pussy. She dipped her hands into her lips. She was wet. She smiled to her self-maybe she would have a little fun until her family gets home. She went back to her room and got her toy. An eight-inch dildo that was waterproof. She climbed into the tub immersed herself in bubbles. She laid there running her hands up and down her body. She ran her fingertips over her tits. Her nipples were poking out in a state of arouse. She moved her hands down towards her pussy. She opened her legs and felt her engorged clit. She pinched it and it caused herself to moan. That is when Adam started watching. He saw her grab her toy and bring it towards her lips. She sucked it in getting it all wet with her tongue. She turned the vibrator on to a low setting and ran it over her nipples and down her belly. To her pussy, she ran it over her clit making her jump in excitement. She moved it towards her opening and got about an inch inside of her. Adam wished that she would get out of the tub so he could see her better and then he got his wish. Kim pulled out the dildo, put it on the side of the tub, and stood up. Adam watched the water run down her body. She sat on the edge of the tub and opened her legs. Adam zoomed in closer and saw how aroused she was. She started to play with her clit again. She shoved her fingers in side of her hole and brought her fingers back out to her mouth where she cleaned them off. She reached for the dildo, brought it to her opening, and pushed it in. When she got it, all in she smiled. She started to move the dildo in and out of her with one hand and other went to her tit were she pinched and pulled at her nipple. Until it was fully extended, Adam reached down and pulled off his boxers. He sat in the swivel chair completely naked. He grabbed a bottle of lotion and squeezed some out into his hands. Then he ran his hand up and down his rock hard cock. While he watched, his mother plays with herself. He loved peeping into her masturbation session. While she thought, nobody was home. She started to thrust in harder and faster and he new she was close to cumming. He wanted to cum with her so he started going faster. She came clenching her thighs around the dildo so it would not fall out and then he came. Ever since the first time he always kept something handy to catch his cum. She did not do anything else exciting she finished her bath and got out and then she just stood there for a second and then reached for the dildo that was still coated with her cum. She opened her legs, shoved it back in her hole, and then proceeded to get dressed. He could not believe that she was going to keep that inside until dad came home. It would be funny if it felt out in front of everybody. He watched her reach for a pair of underwear then thought better of it. Oh, god it was going to fall out if she did not clench her legs all night. Adam watched his mother go downstairs to the kitchen and get a drink of water. Just then his dad Bill walked in. he walked towards his wife and gave her a kiss. He heard them start talking so he turned up the volume. "Honey I have a surprise for you," said Kim with an evil grin on her face. She took a hold of his hand and brought it to her crotch. "Are you horny dear?" Asked Bill with an amused smile on his face. "Yes but there is something else," she undid her top button and pushed his hand toward her pussy. He smiled and moved his fingers around and then he felt something. "What do you have in there I thought I was only aloud in there," he moved his hand to get a grip on the dildo when he got a hold of it he started to thrust into her. Adam noticed his sister walk in but his parents did not they were to busy with each other. Adam noticed his sister's hand went towards her tits. She started to squeeze them. She walked towards them and they still did not see her. She leaned in and kissed her mom on the lips. Kim started kissing back and then she noticed that it was her daughter. "Rachel what are you doing?" Screamed a very confused Kim. "I wanted to join mom I always wanted too," Kim just smiled at that, leaned back in, and kissed her daughter while her husband pounded her pussy with the dildo. Kim reached between her daughter's thighs, felt the wetness, and smiled. She pushed her husband away so she could take care of her daughter. Kim pulled up her daughter's skirt to reveal her pussy. She leaned in and gave it a kiss. She motioned her daughter to get up on the counter. While her daughter was, doing that her husband was taking off his clothes and Kim's. Kim resumed eating her daughter while her husband got ready to fuck her. Kim bended over so her husband could fuck her doggie style while she ate out her daughter. "We have to hurry so Adam doesn't find out, ok" there were nods all around. Adam did not like that they wanted to exclude him but he could always get even later he pushed the record button. He watched his family having fun. It did not take long before his dad came. Watching his wife eat his daughter was enough of a turn for him. When they all finished having their orgasm, they got up and got dressed and his mother started dinner. Adam snuck out of the house the back way and walked into the front of the house towards the kitchen he saw that dinner was ready. "What's that great smell mom?" Adam asked it smelled great it was a mix of sex and dinner. Stay tuned for the next installment... The House Dedicated to MrsX, who provided the inspiration for this story. However, as with all my stories, this is a work of FICTION. Jill slowed down as the House came into view; she was walking towards it with her dog. Part of her was afraid, because it was a dark November night and she was alone, except for Ben, her Labrador, and yet she was also excited. Why else would she walk this way, and this hour, it wasn't as if she had too. Yet she knew the answer, because it excited her, she needed the mix of fear and sexual excitement, her nipples were already hard and erect, and were rubbing against the material of her bra, and there was a warm damp tingling between her legs, that would soon spread throughout her body. Hopefully her husband would be in bed and asleep when she got back home later and then she could do something about it before she went to bed. As she began to near the overgrown hedge, she slowed down until she was standing still and she listened to the sound of the night. Was he there? This had all began a few weeks ago, well no; it must be six weeks now. She had been passing by this very same spot and she was certain she was being watched. She couldn't see anybody, and at first she was afraid, but this was soon replaced by curiosity and excitement, and even though she had avoided the House for a few nights, she found herself wanting to comeback. When she had returned, it all seemed normal, and Jill began to wonder if in her sexual frustration, she had imagined the feeling of being watched. However, after a week, it was there again, the feeling, that somebody was watching her as she walked past the derelict House, the one that all the kids claimed was haunted. Hmmm, she had thought, perhaps it's the ghost? Well, this went on for several weeks, always the same, as she neared the house, a tingle down her spin and then a growing buzz of excitement, part fear and part sexual, as she passed by the hedge at the corner of the street. She had started have fantasies, dark ones, about strange men, which shocked and excited her, and found herself increasingly forced to masturbate more often, which itself left feeling both ashamed and guilty, and yet gave a sense of release and fulfilment. Then one night as she neared the hedge, she could hear breathing, not loud, but just on the edge of perception. She had pause for a second, looking at the hedge and then again as she neared the driveway. The sensible part of her brain was screaming RUN YOU SILLY WOMAN and yet the intense sexual excitement she was feeling mixing with the fear was building up to the point that she almost had an orgasm there and then. For the next week or two, it had remained just the same, the sound of breathing. She had considered taking torch, to see if she could catch the little pervert. It was probably some little bastard having a laugh at her expense, but she didn't want to scare him off, so she left the touch at home. Then came that night, when the breathing was louder and different, faster, more urgent, intense. Again Jill had paused, wondering at the new sounds, and then she noticed a new noise, a sort of slap, slap. At first she was puzzled, and then with a frill that buzzed, coursing though her, she realised it was the sound of somebody masturbating. Her fear had taken over that time and had got the better of her, and she ran home. But in bed, lying next to her sleeping husband, she found her hand moving down her body, as she replayed that night's events through her mind. The following night, at the same time, she found herself standing there again, listening to the sound of somebody, panting away, until she heard him groan loudly and emit a long drawn out sigh. She knew the person was definitely male, that much was obvious from the tone of the breathing. She was so horny she almost started up the drive of the House in search of her masturbating admirer. What would she have done had she met anybody she couldn't begin to imagine, well actually she could imagine, and her thoughts both terrified and excited her. Later, back home, the sounds of her own passions were so loud that they actually woke her husband from his sleep, and she had to make up something about having a nightmare or something. So, after all these weeks, here she was again, crossing the road to the corner were the big old empty House stood, listening for the sound of breathing. However this time, she could not hear anything, nor did she have that feeling of being watched. Disappointed she paused and lingered for a while, allowing the dog some slack, so he could sniff around the leaf covered pavement. After a while, when it was obvious he wasn't going to be there, she began to move along the path, but as she passed the entrance, she looked up the overgrown driveway and stopped. There was a light, well more of a glow; it seemed to flicker a little. Oh my, she thought, somebody as set fire to the house. She stood there staring, considering what she should do? Perhaps she should call the fire brigade; there was a call box on the way back home. As she stood there she began to rationalise what she was looking at. There didn't seem to be any smoke, and the glow, while soft, didn't appear to be spreading, not like a fire at all she told herself. In fact it looked more like candle or lamp light. Before she realised what she was doing, she had taken several steps, and was now standing on the drive. She paused for a moment. What the hell she was doing, the sensible part of her demanded. Then she took several more steps, while listening carefully for any sounds, especially that familiar breathing. She knew she was being a fool, that she shouldn't be doing this, but she had become so addicted the heavily mixture of sexual excitement and fear that she could not control herself. Her nipples were so hard they were hurting, and her panties where soaking with her juices. Three quarters of the way up the drive with the house looming over her, she stopped dead. She could not force herself to go forward any further and stood frozen to the spot, fear and arousal fighting for control of her body. She badly wanted to slide her hand down her body and pull her thick long skirt up so that she could slip her hand inside her soaking knickers. Her hand involuntary began to move downwards, but a sudden yanking movement broke the spell. Her dog had pulled the lead out of her other hand and he was now racing up the remainder of the drive towards the house. "Damn it! Ben! Come back now, BEN" she called in a loud whisper, but he was now pushing at the front door of the house, and as it opened slightly, he disappeared through it. "Bugger" cursed Jill, and set off after him, whispering urgently after him "Ben, BEN, come back now, BEN!" But he didn't return, and Jill now stood before the battered and stained front door the House. It was only open slightly, not much, just enough to allow Ben to slip though. She could see the glow, but not its source and she leant forward. "Ben! Ben, come here now, Ben!" She could hear him, but he didn't appear to be making any attempt to return. The stupid mutt has probably shut himself in a room, she told herself. I'll have to go in. Taking a deep breath, she took a step forward and paused. "Ben, Ben, come back to mummy Ben." She took another step forward and stretched her hand out and pushed it against the door. It was stiff, but it swung open. Jill stood in the open doorway looking in. The hall was strewn with rubbish and debris. To the left was a staircase, to the right a passageway. This appeared to be where the soft glow was coming from. Jill hesitantly stepped over the fresh hold of the House and entered it. She kept her hands out ready, just in case she tripped, and moved forward, her booted feet making crunching sounds that seemed shockingly loud in her ears. She passed the stairs and as she went she urgently hissed "Ben! Ben!" Now she could hear him clearly, scratching and whining, arh yes, the little bleeder had managed to shut a door behind him. I should leave him here and come back tomorrow in the daylight, that'll teach him. As Jill walked down the passage, she could see a door in front of her, and to the right, another, and it was from here the glowing, now stronger, was coming from. As she drew level with it, she turned, and looked through the doorway into a room. After the darkness, it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the light. There seemed to be about a dozen candles lighting the room, some on the floor, and some on a mantle piece over a fireplace. She found herself stepping into the room, curiosity overriding all else. The room was untidy, but not as bad as you might think, there was a dull glow in the fireplace from a dying fire, and plates and pans around it. To one side was a table, covered in things, and several chairs, and one in particular caught her eye, because it was quite large, and very old, dark wood, with big arms and a high back. She looked at it closely, hmm it might be worth something, she thought. Behind her, unseen a small door silently opened, and a shadowy figure emerged. Jill hadn't noticed the door to cupboard under the stairs as she passed. She froze, as suddenly the sound of deep heavy breathing filled the room and she sensed somebody behind her. She breathed in to scream, but as she did so something covered her mouth and she could smell and taste something chemical as it filled her lungs. Her hands came up to try pull it away, but even as has they did, she could feel herself loosing consciousnesses. As the warm blanket of darkness enveloped her she was vaguely aware of somebody gently easing her to the floor. What an odd dream she was having, thought Jill, in fact she felt odd, not quite comfortable, and a little bit sick. I must have dosed off in the chair she sleepily thought. What's that sound she asked herself, cracking, like a fire, hmmm yes, a nice open fire, she liked a nice open fire. Not like her husband, he was such a bore, no fun. Suddenly a clear thought sprang into her mind, WE DON'T HAVE FIRE PLACE! Oh my god, the house is on fire, as her mind struggled to surface from her groggy half-sleep. Her eyes opened, and for a second she was completely at a lose as to where she was. There was a fire in front of her burning brightly, along with some candles. She looked around, and then it all came back, the House, she was in the House. She tried to stand, and it was then she realised that she could hardly move. She began to panic, she tried to call out, and that was when she became aware of something around in her mouth, because all she could manage was a loud muffled noise. Panicking she felt like she couldn't breath, she pulled and tugged at her arms until they hurt, but to no avail. After a few minutes, the pain seeped through, and she paused, trying to control her panic. Ok, ok, now calm down, relax she told herself, calm down and then take stock of things, that's it, breath slowly and deeply. After a few minutes, while still close to panic, and with her heart seemingly ready to burst out of chest, she started looking at her surroundings. Firstly, she asked herself, arms, ok, they're caught on something above my head. She twisted her head to see. Ok, I am in some sort of high backed wooden chair, the one I saw when I walked in. She could see where she was tied, and tried a few tugs. Ok, that's not good, emmm what else, legs. She tried to move them, and couldn't. Damn and blast, what's going on? She had been tied in such a way that her legs where open wide, fastened to arm supports of the chair, and she was almost sitting on the edge of the chair. She tried moving her hips back, but felt something behind her. Ok, not good, not good at all, Jill told herself over again and again as her panic began to rise up and take over again. Suddenly she froze. Breathing, somebody was behind her. She tried to twist her head around in a frantic attempt too see, but the high back of the chair prevented her from doing so. Suddenly there was a touch, something brushed her cheek, she twisted her head around the over way. Nothing there, but now she was aware of somebody directly behind and above her. Again a touch, brushing the side of her cheek, but this time she could see the hand, large and rough, but surprisingly clean. Had she been able too she would have laughed at herself, what a stupid thing to notice. She shivered as the hand continued to stroke her cheek, she closed her eyes firmly. The she felt breath, and then a kiss, gentle and soft. She wanted to open her eyes, to see him, but she couldn't make them. He kissed her again, more firmly, and then she felt a lick. She shivered as the tongue slide over her cheek, and then down, with little kisses and licks, down onto her neck. A hand gently but firmly pulled her head to one side, and the kisses and licks continued up and down her neck. The other hand moved down the front of her body, and Jill tensed as the hand cupped and squeezed first one breast and the other. She was quite proud of her boobs, still firm and erect, despite being quite large. After a few minutes of squeezing, the hand moved slightly, and began to fiddle with the buttons on her blouse. A few minutes of fumbling and then hand gave up and simply gave the blouse a sharp tug and the buttons to snap off. Jill tried to make a muffled protest, and twist head back up, but the other hand held it firmly and the kissing and licking continued. Meanwhile, the hand that had just yanked open her blouse was now invading her bra, pushing the cups down and squeezing one then the other breast. Suddenly the kissing and licks moved downward, over her collar bone and down her front. She could now see him, well see that he was wearing some sort of balaclava, no a ski mask, black. She felt the kissing lips advance downwards onto her right breast, and she let out a muffled moan as she felt lips touch her nipple. To her shock, it responded straight away and began to swell and harden. "Nooooooooooooo" she cried out, but the actual sound simply emerged as a loud muffled moan. She felt him sucking at her nipple, flicking and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Meanwhile a hand began to snake its way downward, over Jill's belly, down to her lap. It moved along her leg until it reached the hem of her skirt, which was already above her knees. She felt the hand rest on her inner thigh and then it began to advance back up her stocking clad leg, making little back and forward stroking motions has it advanced. It reach her bare flesh and then continued its journey, and Jill felt found herself holding her breath. Then it touch her panties, wet with excitement and arousal, a tingling sensation ran through her body, and mingled with the feeling from her breast and caused Jill involuntarily arch her back. Her assailant continued to suck and lick her nipple, while the hand between thighs began to stroke and rub the crouch her knickers. At first it was gently, barely using any pressure, but with each motion of the hand he increased the pressure against her panty glad pussy. Jill desperately tried to push back the growing wave of pleasure that her traitorous body was assaulting her brain with, but being unable to more or close her thighs, there was little she could to repel them or him, she was completely at the mercy of her body and him. As the hand between her legs continued to increase its pressure, Jill simply sighed and gave up battle and allowed wave upon wave of tingling, buzzing pleasure to sweep over her. However, just as she gave up the fight, the sensations stopped and subsided. Jill opened her eyes, and her assailant was standing in front of her. He was quite tall, and appeared to be well built, with dark eyes, that glinted in the fire light. Jill wanted to plead with him to let her go, but again all she could manage was muffled noises. It was so wrong, wrong that she had felt pleasure, that her body had betrayed her. Suddenly her attacker moved over to the table, and rummaged amongst its contents. When he turned back, Jill took a sharp intact of break. In is hand was a knife, not large, but in Jill's heightened state of fear and arousal, it appeared to be huge. As he moved to stand in front of her, she shook her head and made pleading sounds through her gag. Then slowly, he lowered himself down between her spread thighs, placing a hand on her thigh. Jill watched him wide eyed as he ran his hand up and down her thigh, pushing her skirt up further, and then moving to the other thigh and repeating the process, pushing her skirt up around her waist. The hands moved down and rubbed her pubic mound, and then drop down over her pussy, squeezing and caressing it. It moved back up and pulled at the panties. The hand with the knife came up and she closed her eyes in anticipation of pain. Seconds latter, they opened and she looked down, as she realised that he wasn't going to stab her, at least not yet. She felt cool air on her hot wet skin, as he cut away her sodden knickers and pulled them off her. Now Jill was totally exposed, her bare wet pussy, open to the gaze of the attacker. As she watched, she saw him lick his lips, and then he bent forward and kissed her nylon glad thigh, and then again. Slowly he kissed his way down her thigh, and when he reached the bare flesh about her stocking top, he licked her. A new bubble of excitement began to build up in her belly as the tongue of the invader slipped its way inward to the centre of her open thighs. Suddenly the bubble burst and an intense burst of pleasure sprang from between her thighs, as he ran his tongue around her pussy, and then it increased two fold, as he slipped the tip of his tongue up and down her pussy. Jill tried to raise hips and push her wet pussy against his tongue, but he pulled back. Damn, he's teasing me, the bastard, she thought, and she moaned out loud in her frustration. Her tormentor continued to play over her pussy with the tip of his tongue for several minutes, flicking it over and then circling her clit and then back down over her lips. Again she bucked her hips up against her restraints in an attempt to increase the pressure against pussy. God she needed to cum, she thought, oh, how can tease me like this, but all she could do was make muffled moaning and whimpering noises. Her attacker continued toy with pussy for a few more minutes, then, he began to apply more pressure, flicking her clitoris, and then licking it. He toyed with her swollen rosebud, and then moved down, slipping his tongue between her love petals and pushing inside her pussy. Yes, thought Jill, yes, please stick in, oh please. She let out a loud muffled sigh, as she lost herself as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over her. The tongue was licking deep inside her pussy, and his lips and teeth were rubbing against her love lips and clitoris, and she was now letting out a loud continuous muffled wail as her orgasm crashed into her. Her body shock and convulsed. Juices began to flow out from around the mans face, as, lost in her own personal cloud of ecstatic sexual pleasure, ejaculated for the first time in her life. Her young violator continued to lick inside, despite the flow of juices flooding out of Jill, until her spasms began to subsided and then finally stopped. Jill was vaguely aware that he was had moved away from, but she didn't pay much attention until a movement made her look up. Her attacked was standing in front her, her eyes dropped and widened sharply when she saw the size of the visible bulge in the front of his jeans. She watched mesmerised, as he began to pull his top over his head, and then the t-shirt underneath, leaving him bare from the waste up. Despite her situation, Jill couldn't stop herself admiring his body. His hand drop to his waist and slowly, it pulled at the belt of his jeans. He unbuckled it, and pulled the belt out from its loops and stretched his hand out before dropping it. His hand came back, and with the other one, he unbutton his Jeans and then, very slowly, pulled the zip down and pulled apart. The House She looked into his dark eyes for a second, behind that sky mask, before dropping them back to the front of his Jeans. Again, slowly at first, he began to push his jeans down, and then they dropped. Had it been able to, Jills mouth would have drop open wide, at the size of him, to her inexperienced mind she had never see such a massive cock. She shivered, both in fear and anticipation. Oh god he's going to rape with that thing, it'll kill me, oh God. He kicked his jeans off and Jill noticed that he was bare footed. What a silly thing to notice, I am about to be rape with a monster cock, and I am thinking oh look he's not wearing shoes. She could feel an odd feeling of panic and excitement building up inside stomach again. She waited, as he just stood there, his huge erection standing out proudly, and then he stepped forward, between her open thighs, and his hand came up. Light glinted of the knife blade. When did he pick that up? But before she could answer that question, she realised that he was cutting her bounds holding her hands up. Suddenly they free and she fell forward. She found herself face to face with his cock, now pressing against her cheek. Above her she felt him pulling at her gag, and it fell away. With a deep sigh she breathed deeply and lifted back, her hands rubbing her wrist. She was about to speak, to shout, but he stepped back and raised his figure to his mouth and she hesitated. He shook his head and dropped his hand back down to his cock. Jill watched fascinated, as he ran his hand up and down his cock and wanked it slowly only of few feet away. Her eyes followed his hand up and down his shaft, its well at least 8 inches, if not more, it seemed massive compared to the few cocks she had experienced in her life. Then he stepped forward again, his hands coming up and reaching for her shoulders. Puzzled for a moment, then she began to struggle, as she realised what was going to happen. But he was very strong, and she was feeling weak and fatigued. As he pulled her forward he pushed his hips forward, pressing his cock head up against her lips. She turned her head, first one way and then other as she sought to escape the one eyed monster. Suddenly, Jill cried out, as he squeeze her should harder. He pushed his cock forward, pressing against her lips. Damn she thought, what choice do I have, and she let her lips part. Straight away, she felt the large cock head pushing into her mouth. She felt revolted, having never had a cock, let alone one so big, in her mouth before. It touched her tongue, and she pulled away, and he pushed more cock into her mouth and then there was no where for it to go. Her lips were firmly wrapped around the thick shaft. For a moment she considered biting down, but in the end she was still partially bound to the chair, and he had a knife. He started pulling back and then forward again, Jill let out a muffled exclamation as the cock was slowly fucked into her mouth. She tried to pull away as he slide his cock back, but his hands were behind her head, holding her firmly in place. As her lips reached his cock head, he pumped his cock head back and forth in a short motion. She could not see, but he closed his could and his head went back. Then he began to make deeper sharper thrust and push is cock back into her mouth, her tongue pushed against the head of his cock and she could feel and taste something slippery and slightly salty in taste. His hips moved aback and forth, sliding the cock shaft back and forth over tongue. Jill was surprise to find that she was responding again, that her terrible body of hers was betraying buy getting aroused again. Suddenly, the cock pushed deeper, she desperately tried to pull away as the cock was forced into her throat and she began to choke. She felt it moving back and forth, and then pulling right back, almost to her lips, and he paused for a second. Then he began to pump is cock back and forth again, short shallow thrust at first, and then a few deeper ones, returning to short and shallow. Jill was now pushing her tongue up against his cock head as thrust into her mouth. He grunted and moaned in response, and she felt a certain degree of satisfaction. She could feel him tensing, and his motion became more urgent and his grip on her head tighter, his grunts and moans louder. Although she was expecting it, the first spurt of hot thick spunk caught her by surprise. She tried to pull away, but he gripped tightly and with a loud cry forced his cock deeper, pumping more spunk into Jill. He continued to thrust his hips back and forth, her mouth was so full of spunk it began seeping out of her mouth. She swallowed involuntary and felt the spunk slip down her throat, and still he continued to fuck her mouth, although supply of spunk seem exhausted for the moment. Finally he pulled out of Jills mouth, and released her, and she slumped forward, gasping and coughing. She fought hard not to gag and vomit her mouth full of strange and unusual taste of spunk. After a while, she folded her arms across her lap and rested head on them, tied and shattered by her ordeal. She hadn't intended to fall sleep, just rest for a second, but before she knew it she had slipped off into a deep sleep. Meanwhile, the man, her attacker, who had been sitting a chair recovering, stood and looked down on her. Looking around, he bent and down and picked up the knife, and then kneeling down by Jill's legs, he began to cut her bounds. Once her legs were free, her half lifted off the chair, and gently dragged over to the mattress in the corner of the room, where he lay her down. He stood looking down upon her for a long while. Then he looked around, and went over to were he had dropped her coat, picking it up, he returned and placed it over Jill, and then a blanket. Then he turned, and still naked left the room. At the door, he turned and paused for a few seconds, and then left. She came around to the sensation of licking on her face, and when she opened her eyes, there was Ben standing over her, licking her face, tail wagging. She lifted herself up, and looked around the room. She was alone, on the floor, but untied, and somebody, him, had placed her coat over her and a blanket. But of her attacker, there was no sign or sound. After a few minutes she slowly stood up. Ohhh, she thought, my head. She took a few swaying steps, and then turning she bent down and picked up her coat. Turning, she slowly walked towards the door, and then out into the passage way. She didn't think about what had happened, she was far too dazed and mentally numb, and part of her knew, for the moment, that was the best way to be. She was almost home when she realised that she wasn't wearing any knickers, and but then she remembered, he had cut them off with scissors, so they would be no good anyway. The sky was just lightening as she staggered up her garden path, still dazed at what had happened, and shocked at her own responses to it. She missed the keyhole several times and she had to focus entirely before she was successful and got the door open. She shuffled through the door, and onto the kitchen, functioning on auto pilot, she wasn't even really aware that she was doing it as she flicked the kettle on and reached for a cup. Later has she drunk her second cup of strong, sweet tea, she pondered what happened last night. Was it rape? Probably, it would definitely be a serious sexual assault. But then what could she say, if she did report it? But then, she had come, and not just once, and when he removed the gag? Did she scream, did she say no, did she bite, as that big cock had slipped into her mouth. She had never let anybody do that, not even her husband. Yet after a while, she had welcomed it, wanted it, and wanted to feel in sliding into her mouth. Jill stayed away from the House for several weeks, afraid and guilt ridden, but as time passed she thought about what had more and more, until, frustrated and desperate to find release, she found herself standing at the bottom of the drive looking up at the House. There was a glow, but this time she could make out a tall shadowy figure in the door. As she began to walk up the drive, she felt her nipples begin swell and harden. The End. The House Roberta scanned the silver serving tray to make sure that everything was arranged properly. Lifting it with both hands, she turned toward the door and paused. She had passed her thirty day evaluation and this would be the first time she met the guests as a pupil. It felt like a big step and Roberta was as nervous as she had been for that very first interview. ===== It was the recommendation of a close friend that secured the interview. Roberta had been concerned that her lack of experience and training would be an issue, but it had, in fact, been an advantage. "We've found that it is often easiest to simply train someone fresh. So long as that individual is willing to take the career seriously," Mister Colby had informed her. "Training is no small expense of effort on our part. We expect sincere effort, Miss Davis." "I understand, Mister Colby, Sir," Roberta answered. "Miss Jones has spoken for you," he continued after a pause. "Miss Jones has served superbly and she believes that you would also be a good fit with us. I understand that you are friends, so understand that it would not do for either of your careers to disappoint us." "I understand, Mister Colby, Sir," Roberta replied. "I am grateful for this opportunity and will endeavor to meet your expectations." "Very well, then" he had said rising from his seat. "Get dressed and return to Miss Giordano's office. She will collect the rest of your data and begin your initiation." ===== Roberta looked at the tray one last time, took a deep breath and walked to the sliding panel. Taking a moment, she quickly checked her own appearance in the mirror. The current uniform was a tastefully modified form of a late twenty first century maid's uniform. A simple short, long sleeved dress that fit her upper body snugly from throat to hip, but then flared out to hang loosely just above her knees. Her boots were elegantly seamless and fit snugly halfway up her thigh. They were designed to not only be visually appealing, but also to protect her knees. The only skin exposed was that of her face and hands. The entire ensemble was black with a subtle pattern in dark red and cream. Roberta was thankful that the ensemble was made of a modern micro-weave instead of the more traditionally period latex. She stepped forward and the panel shifted aside with an almost inaudible swish and glided down the short hallway to the common room, a solarium, that she had been assigned to for the morning. Most of the guests would just be pausing briefly to take coffee and a light breakfast on their way out, but a few may desire other services. Roberta had observed all of the House's activities in the past month. At first she had found it distracting, but she had quickly acclimated. There were rules and expectations of decorum in Houses such as this one. Each had variations, or "House Rules", that guests knew to check about when they took up residency. Until this morning Roberta's uniform had included a small white apron. She had learned during her orientation that the apron was a commonly recognized signal that a servant was for domestic services only. Not wearing a white apron indicated that the servant was available for any services offered by the House. There were three guests sitting together enjoying the sunlight with coffee cups. She had nothing to worry about. She had passed her thirty day evaluation. She knew what was expected of her and she only had to do as she had been trained. Roberta approached the gentlemen and placed the tray down quietly on the table between them. Two of the gentlemen were conversing casually in an Atlantic dialect. Miss Jefferson was kneeling in front of the third gentleman, an older man, who was smiling and quietly enjoying her skillful attention. She lifted the pot and quietly asked, "Coffee?" One of the gentlemen looked at his wrist and shook his head saying something to the other as he put his cup down. The other, a blonde haired gentleman, put his cup down nearer to Roberta and nodded in her direction. As she was refilling his cup his companion rose to leave. They said their goodbyes and the blonde gentleman sat back down. "Are you enjoying your breakfast, Lucas?" he asked while stirring cream into his cup. The older gentlemen lifted his eyes and said, "Indeed I am. I like to take my time in the mornings when I can." Miss Jefferson's head bobbed slowly in his lap. Her hand was closed in a loose fist, stroking Mister Lucas' cock. "Will there be anything else, Sir," Roberta asked quietly. The blonde looked at his wrist. "I don't have a lot of time," he said with a light accent, "but I'll have what he's having." The blonde opened his trousers as Roberta slid to her knees at his feet. Watching his associate being served had obviously aroused him. She wrapped her hand around his cock and pressed her moist, pursed lips against the tip. He rested one hand on the back of her head as she pushed her lips down around the head. Roberta slid her mouth up and down to get the saliva in her mouth flowing. With each nod of her head she slid lower onto his cock until he was almost to the entrance of her throat. Roberta carefully let just enough saliva out of her mouth to lubricate the shaft of the blonde's cock, but not so much as to leave a damp spot on his trousers, and began stroking the shaft while rotating her lips and tongue around the base of the head. Being in a common room, she had been instructed that it would be rude to disturb or unduly distract other guests. Services must be rendered reasonably quietly. The guests understood this as well. All that could be heard was deep breathing and the occasional quiet fellatrix hum. The blonde looked at his wrist and sighed. Roberta felt him place both hands on her head just behind her ears. She had been trained for this. She slid her hands behind her back to give the blonde full control of her head and tried to relax. The first few thrusts were slow and shallow. Each time the blonde pulled his cock most of the way out so that the returning thrust would pass the head through the tight ring of Roberta's lips. The fourth thrust was slow but went deeper. On the fifth thrust Roberta felt the blonde pull her head down as he thrust his cock up into her mouth. Roberta relaxed. She knew what was coming. The blonde pulled Roberta's head down further as he thrust up slowly. Roberta felt his rigid cock slip past her throat's gate and into her throat. She felt her lips press against the fabric of his trousers. He pulled out as slowly as he had thrust in. The blonde continued thrusting into Roberta's throat, slowly picking up the pace until she could tell he was about to burst. The blonde buried his cock as deeply into Roberta's throat as he could and made only the smallest of motions, using just her throat to jerk himself the rest of the way. Roberta tried to stay relaxed, ignoring her need for air, as she felt his cock thicken and pulse. He grunted quietly and hot liquid surged down her throat. Tears steamed from Roberta's eyes. Now that the blonde had stopped moving she used the techniques she had been shown to take some air, but still he held her face tight to his lap. Roberta began to feel dizzy and there was a buzzing in her ears when he finally pulled her head back up. "Did you enjoy your breakfast, Johansson?" the older man chuckled. Roberta slipped to the floor gasping for breath. A calm washed over her. She noticed that Miss Jefferson was still taking her time. "Ja," the blonde answered adjusting his clothes. "And now I must take my leave. Enjoy your day, Lucas." Roberta collected herself quickly and stood up as the blonde, Mister Johansson, picked up his attache and left. "Coffee, Sir," she asked Mister Lucas. "No, thank you," Mister Lucas smiled. "But you finish what this one started." "As you wish, Sir," Roberta answered obediently. Roberta slid down to her knees next to Miss Jefferson. Miss Jefferson reached over and gently pulled Roberta's face in close until her lips were pressed against the side of Mister Lucas' rather large cock. Roberta silently hoped that he would be more gentle than Mister Johansson. Roberta's lips slid until they were pressed against the both the head of Mister Lucas' cock and Miss Jefferson's lips. Their tongues crossed as they darted across the thick head and the pulsing cock slid from one mouth to the other. Miss Jefferson, a beautiful black haired woman with olive skin, kept her fist wrapped around Mister Lucas' cock as Roberta began sucking. Almost immediately Mister Lucas arched his back. His orgasm took its time. Instead of a few fast blasts, there was an almost unrelenting slow flow of hot saltiness being pumped across Roberta's tongue. She kept swallowing until Mister Lucas finished. Roberta and Miss Jefferson both stood up. They each said, "Thank you, Sir." Mister Lucas smiled, adjusted his clothing and left the room leaving Miss Jefferson and Roberta to their other duties. When he was gone, Miss Jefferson kissed Roberta on the cheek and whispered, "Well done, Miss Davis." The House The light from the streetlights just turned on. He know it was getting late, but not this late. Val walked up to the door of his house, takes out his keys. He fumbles to find his house key as he does every time. As he find it, he stops, takes a deep breath and looks around. "Something doesn't feel right." He thinks to himself. Before he can get his key into the door handle, he hears something coming from inside. He pauses for a moment to think what it could be. He steeps back and serves the house. Checking out all the windows on the top floor. He notices a light on in the room he calls his bedroom. "The doors are still looked, but I know I didn't leave any lights on." He thinks to himself again. "I wonder.." He says out loud. He takes out his phone and makes his way to his text messages. He thinks for a moment and begins to type a message to Requiem. "Are you in side the house?" He hit send and waits for her to reply. While he waits, he walks around to the back, just to check the other doors. The same as the front, locked. As he makes his way around to the front, his phone vibrates. He reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone. "Yes, I am. If you are here, you may come up, but.." The messages ends there, but he knows what she would say next. She is with someone else, in his house. Unlike most, this isn't a surprise, but more of a excitement. This wont be the first time, nor the last, that this will happen. He know when he started this relationship , he wouldn't be able to fulfill all her.."needs". At first it caused a lot of fights, then as they grew as a couple, he know it was just in her nature and he began to enjoy it. They had a understanding. She was his, for now and always, and she knew this and loved it and him for it. He smirked as he read the message again and put the phone back into his pocket. He took a few deep breaths and takes his keys back out and finds the one for his door. He puts the key into the keyhole and turns the handle. As he walks into the house, her sent fills his nose. He looks around to see if he can get any clues to who might be with her tonight. Its never the same person, so he would have to figure out if it was a male or female. This was always a fun part, trying to playing detective.He noticed a very nice jacket next to one of his the banister of the stairs. Looks like its a guy tonight. This could turn into a long night for everyone. Val looks around a bit more before he decided to make his way up to his room, but before he did, he took out his phone and decided to send Requiem another message. He began to smile as he typed it out. "I'm on my way up, but don't stop. Let me just watch" With the send button pressed, he made his way up the stairs, as quite as he could. He stopped outside the door and leaned in to listen. At first, he couldn't hear anything. He started to think they were in one of the other rooms. He started to move away from the door, then he heard something. He leaned in again to get a better listen. It was the sound of Requiem sucking on the strangers cock. The slurping sound echoed out the room and down the hallway. Val put his back on the doorframe and slid down and sat in front of the door. He began to picture her in his head. Her mouth moving up and down on the mans cock. Her black and green hair falling in front of her face, brushing against his member as she moved. The stranger grabbing the back of her head, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Valdemar got up, and put his hand on the door to the room. He turned the handle slowly, opening it just enough to some of what was taking place. It was almost the way he pictured it just a moment before. Requiem was on her knees in front of the strange man. He still had his pants on, but his cock was pulled out from the opening in front. His shirt was another story. It must of been removed in the heat of the moment when they came in. It was tossed to the wall, along with hers. She was completely topless. He breast slowly bouncing as she moved back and forth. She had one hand around his leg, while the other was clenched onto his member, moving it in time with her mouth. His hands started out on his lower back, arching forward, trying to force more of himself into her mouth. Then he moved them to the sides of her head, taking hold of her hair. She opened her eyes for a moment to look up at him and glanced over to the door. She knew Val was watching. She gave a wink in the direction of the door and went back to taking care of her guest. Her hand moved from his leg onto her bare chest, where she began to rub her breast, pulling at her nipples slightly. She keep one hand on his member, felling as he pulsed from the pleasure of her mouth. The hand on her breast wondered around down to her stomach and into the tiny skirt she still had on. As her finger tips slid down the front of her panties, she could feel them getting wet the farther she went south. The tip of her middle finger found her clit and stayed focused there while she keep her guest pleased. She removed her hand from his member and found the bottom of her skirt. With some skill and the help of her other hand, she removed her panties and wrapped them around his cock. Her guest looked down at the panties and grinned at her. "Get up and on your knees on the bed, your ass facing me." Requiem nodded and moved as he said, looking back to the door, smiling. As she made it onto the bed, the man grabbed her and pushed her face down into the bed, her ass in air. He pulled her legs a part and went face first into her wet slit. She moaned out loud as his tongue flicked her clit. He moved up and began licking her ass hole. She began to moan louder. Her juices dripping onto the bed. Her face was burning with enjoyment. She wished she could see Val's reaction to this. She knew how much he loved watching her get fucked. She moved her head to the side, just able to see the door. She could just make out the side of his face peering into the room. She moaned again as he continued to lick around her ass and down into her wet slit. She didn't know how much more of this she could take before she needed something inside her, to fill her up. Requiem began to move, trying to make it onto her hands. She looked back, only seeing the mans shoulders, but feeling so much more. "I want more then your tongue in my pussy!" She said, hoping he would hear her. He leaned up and moved over, standing beside her. "Let me get something and ill be back. While you wait, lay on the bed and keep your self busy." And with a grin, he made his way into the connecting bathroom and shut the door. As soon as the door shut, she jump off the bed and went to the bedroom door. She dropped to her knees and pushed her head out the door and into the hall. Her eyes meet with Val. He leans in and kisses her passionately on the lips, tasting the other guy in her mouth. She pulls back from him and looks into his eyes. "I don't have to much time love, but do you want to..join in soon?"She grins a bit as she watches his face. "Just let me know when. Now hurry back." He smiles and kisses her again. She leaps up from the kiss and makes it back into the bed in no time at all. She smiles back to the door and lays her head down onto a pillow. She takes a deep breath and lets her hands explore her almost naked body. Requiem's hands start off slowly making there way around her body. Beginning above her chest, rubbing around her neck and shoulders. From there they make there way on to her breast, cupping them softly. Her hands not quite large enough to fit them all in her palm. Her finger and thumb begin to pinch and pull at her nipple. One hand stays working on her breast, while the other keeps exploring the lower half of her. Just as her hand makes under her skirt, her guest emerges from the bathroom. His cock just as hard as when he went in, nothing changed other then he was wearing a condom now. He stops and watches her for a moment, as she tugs at her nipple. She looks over at him. "You could be doing this, if you come here." She smiles and give her nipple one last tug before she put both hands under her skirt. The guy makes his way over, reaching down to feel how perky her nipples were. She lets out a low moan as he pulls and tugs on her. Her hands find her slit and start to rub slightly. Her fingers already getting damp again. She looks up at her guest, her eyes as lust filled as you could ever imagine. "I want you to fuck me right now! But first, let me ask you this. Have you ever had a three-some?" She grins and continues to rub herself, making sure she stays as wet as she can for him and his cock. The guy looks down at her, slightly confused. "I haven't, but I would like too. Why do you ask?" He pulls on her nipple and lets his hand slid down her chest onto her thigh, squeezing tightly. She lets out another moan and slowly looks up at him again. "I ask because I have a friend who has been outside the door since we started who is going to join us. He has been watching and waiting to come in. Don't worry, he wont try anything on you." She smiles and grabs his hand off her thigh and pulls it up her skirt onto her slit, letting him feel how wet she is. He is taken back for a moment at everything, but shakes it off and goes along with it. "Im game as long as you are. Now..let me use something other then my hand." He pushes in on her before pulling his hand out find under her skirt, dripping wet with her juices. Requiem lets out one last moan and grins up at him. She reaches down and takes the skirt off. "No use getting it all messy." She things to her self. As she throws it over to the pill of clothes, she motions for Val to come in. As he enters the room, she pulls the guy closer to her and grabs ahold of his cock and finds her wet slit and slides it in. As he enters her, she lets out a loud moan. He know she has been waiting for this. He turns and looks behind him and see Val enter the room. He slowly makes his way over to the bed, still just watching her get fucked. Val stands there, a few feet away from the bed. Her guest holding onto her legs, thrusting into her. With every thrust, she lets out another moan, each getting louder then the last. Requiem's eyes open for a moment and notice he is standing there. She reaches over to him, wanting him closer to her. Not wanting to disappoint her, he moves closer and she grabs his belt and pulls him next to the bed. Her hand, barely working right, try and undo his belt to get into his pants. Val pushes her hands away and leans down close to her face. "I'll take care of my pants, you enjoy your new friend." He smiles and kisses her lips. As they kiss, her new friend thrust hard into her. Her moans are muffled for the first time tonight, but wont be the last. Val leans away from her, freeing her mouth, and letting her moan out loud again. As soon as he moves, her guest thrust into her again, making her yelp. Taking just a small step back from the bed, Val reaches down and works on removing his belt and pants. As her does, he continues to watch the guy thrust in and out of Requiem, her moans getting louder. His pants fall to the floor and moves back to the side of the bed. She looks over, eyes focused on his cock. Her head moves over, mouth opening, inviting his member to enter her mouth. Not wanting to let her down, he moves closer and she begins sucking on him. Watching her suck on his cock made her friend even more excited. He began to thrust faster and harder into her. He watched her struggle to moan with Val's member in her mouth. After this went on for about five minutes, her friend pulled out causing Requiem to stop and look up at him. "Why did you stop Lucan.." He looked over at her, grinning. "Its hard to move you if I'm still in you." He motions to for her to move over and he gets onto the bed and lays down. She gets on her knees and gets in front of him, reaching down, removing the condom over his cock. Once removed, she leans down, slowly sucking his hard member. Val moves behind her and stats to lick her dripping wet slit. Her head comes up, and she lets out a loud moan. His attention moves from her slit up to her ass hole. Val begins to lick around the hole, letting his tongue find its way over and inside it. With each pass, she lets out a soft moan of intense pleasure. Val stops for a moment and walks over the side table and opens one of drawers and removes a small bottle of lube. Before returning behind her, he stops and watches Requiem move up and down on Lucan's cock. Lucan places his hands on top of her head, pushing her head down, making her take in more of his cock in her mouth and down her throat. Val motions to him to move his hands from her head and replaces them with one of his. Val pushes her head down on his cock, quickly, grabbing her hair, pulling it back up. He repeats this a few times, then pulls her up off his cock. She gasp, with saliva dripping from her mouth down onto his member. Val leans down and kisses her forehead and pushes her back down on his cock and makes his way back behind her. Val finds his way back behind her, watching as her head bobs up and down on Lucan's cock. He opens the small bottle and pours a small bit onto his finger tips. He works it in for a moment before placing them onto her ass hole.Feeling his fingers slip in and out with ease, she lifts her head up and moans as he moves. He continues with his fingers while he put a generous amount of the lube onto his hard member, preparing it for Requiem's tight hole. With his member slick and ready to go, he pushed the head of his cock to her hole. As she felt the pressure of him, her eyes rolled back and let out a loud moan. She reached back, grabbed his side and pulled him into her. As he entered, she moaned again, louder then before. The tightness and warmth of her ass felt amazing as he moved back and forth. Starting off slow, working his way to match the speed of her mouth, still around Lucan's cock. As he picked up speed, her mouth left Lucan's member, her breaths became rapid and the moans came faster, not stoping for anything. Lucan sit up, to get a better view of her body. Her breast bounced with each thrust from behind. Her moans echoed through out the room, getting louder by the minute. The juices from her excitement drip from her slit, pooling between her legs. Requiem tried to speak. "Lucan..I..want..you..in..me..." Having to take a break between each word. She pushed herself up, not letting Val remove himself from her tight hole. She looked at Lucan and let her hands trace her curves, down her sides, over her hips, and down to her slit. Her fingers had no trouble making there way inside herself. "Fuck me..Lucan.." She said as her fingers worked. Val grinned at the words as she spoke them. He took ahold of her hips and lifted her off the bed, keeping himself deep inside. Val made his way to where she was no on top of him. Requiem spread her legs wide for Lucan to see her dripping pussy. Val pushed up hard, making sure she knew he was still inside. Lucan moved in closer, making his way between her legs. He could feel the heat emitting from her. Before pushing his member inside her, he leaned in to her neck, kissing and biting softly. "Do I need to put something on again?" He said, holding onto his own cock. *Requiem grinned hearing his words. "Not as long as you cum all over me." With that, she reached down and took ahold of his cock, pulling him closer, the rip of him member brushing her opening. Lucan took a deep breath and began to thrust inside her. He could feel her excitement running down his cock and the pressure of Val's member inside her ass. The House at Greenwood Lake This is the story about when my father and I had sexual relations. My dad and I had went upstate to our house in Greenwood Lake, New York. We've had it since I was a little girl. It's the best place on earth. It's a two bedroom house, with a living room, kitchen, and two bathrooms. In the living room we have a fireplace. It's always fun making fires and enjoying each other's company. My mother is a doctor and she's gone to Africa to help out with a new hospital they're building there. She has been there for the past month. My dad is going a bit stir crazy I think. My dad is an oil trader and has a job at an investment company. He's always very stressed out and really wanted to get away. My name is Lisa, and I'm eighteen. I just graduated high school and am now on my summer vacation until I start college. I've been accepted to New York University. I'm so excited. I'm going to be studying to be a nurse. I've done very well in high school. I received a scholarship for Soccer. Even though we live in New York, I still will be living on campus. I'm five foot three inches tall, I have blonde long hair and blue eyes. I don't have a huge chest, I guess I'm 34 B-Cup. I have a shaved pussy. I was going out with my boyfriend, but we recently broke up. We want to be able to go to college and not be attached to anybody. I just want to experience all that college has to offer and be single in the process. My dad and I got up to the house on Friday about twelve o'clock in the afternoon. We unpacked the car and got settled into the house. My parents have decorated the house with a country look to it. The walls in the living room are paneled. The couches are very comfortable with lots of pillows. They have a lot of country things all over the house. My mother loves cows and roosters. Most of the things on the shelves are cows and roosters. Dad had brought up a cooler of food. He said we would be having steaks and ribs and all sorts of things. My father is a really good cook. We'll definitely be enjoying ourselves later, when we eat. I helped my dad organize the pantry and the refrigerator with all the food. Once we got the house in order, daddy said to put my bathing suit on and we would hit the lake. I hurried up and got my bikini on. It's a white string bikini. I have a nice tan. I have been tanning at a tanning salon for most of the winter. Daddy had uncovered the chase lounges and put them facing the lake. He brought towels and put them over the back of the chairs, so we wouldn't stick to the chair. It was about eighty five degrees. There were no clouds in the sky. A perfect day to enjoy the lake. I went into the lake, but it was very cold and just swam around, while daddy read a magazine. When I got out, daddy handed me a towel. I decided I wanted to take my top off and asked daddy to put the lotion on my back. He kind of gave me a weird look, but rubbed it into my skin. After about a half hour, I turned on my back and asked daddy to put suntan lotion on the front of my body. "Kitten, do you think I should be rubbing oil over your breasts?" "Daddy, I'm sunbathing." "I should not be touching my daughter's breasts." "Just do it daddy, I mean I don't want to get burned." My father put the lotion in his hands and rubbed it all over my breasts and my stomach and legs. I could see, when he was doing it, his cock started to get hard and he had an erection climbing up his leg. I was a little taken back that this would excite him like that. I just giggled to myself. Every now and then I opened my eyes and I could see that daddy was staring at my body. At one point my father was touching his cock. I almost died. My father had his cock in his hand and was stroking it, while looking at me. I think he might have seen me look, when he was jerking his cock. His fingers were going up and down his thick cock. He was stroking very slowly and just looking at my young, firm body. I kept peeking because I could not believe he was doing this right here. My father let out a groan and came in his hand. I was completely shocked. I was getting a bit turned on and could feel my pussy getting wet in my bikini bottom. I slipped my fingers into my bottom and rubbed my pussy. I was so wet and excited and knew daddy was looking at this display. "Lisa, darling you're making your daddy crazy with your breasts exposed." "I know this is wrong, but I miss your mother and I have to kiss you." "Daddy, wouldn't that be wrong, I mean we are related." "I don't care, you are turning your horny father on." My father then picked me up and put me on his lap. He gave me a long and passionate kiss. His hands were rubbing my firm breasts. His erection was hard as a rock. "Lisa, daddy has got to lick your pussy." "But, wouldn't that be wrong, you're my father." "This weekend, you're going to have sex with your father." My father carried me in his arms and brought me to the house. He removed my bikini bottoms and put me on the bed and spread my thighs. When my father's tongue hit my pussy, I nearly jumped. His tongue was licking up and down my vagina. He was working his tongue in circles over my clit. It felt so good. I was moaning and groaning. My father was licking my pussy straight up and then back down. Daddy put his finger into my wet pussy and was finger fucking me slowly. He would then lick my pussy awhile and then finger fuck me again. I was so wet and was moaning and groaning. I held onto daddy's hands and bucked my pussy into his face. He was licking my pussy like a crazed animal. His tongue was so deep inside my pussy. It felt so good. "Oh Daddy, oh fuck, I'm going to cum." "Daddy, I'm coming, oh God." My pussy soaked my father's neck and face. He told me to give him a kiss. I could taste my pussy on his breath. "Lisa, daddy wants you to suck his cock and finger his ass." I got on my knees and I caressed and fondled daddy's balls. He was clean shaven and I held and massaged his warm fleshy balls. "Lick my balls, Lisa!" I licked his balls like my father asked me to do. I shoved his balls into my mouth. I was looking into my father's eyes. He held my hair and watched as I sucked each ball. Giving each ball a proper sucking. "Slap daddy's cock on your tongue, do it!" I slapped my father's cock across my tongue. Daddy was moaning and groaning. I continued fondling his balls and was slapping his cock across my nose and chin. "Lisa, you're Daddy's dirty girl, aren't you kitten." "Put daddy's cock into your mouth, finger my prostate." I slid daddy's cock into my mouth. Taking him deeper and deeper each time. Daddy was twisting and pulling on my nipples. I shook my head so I could take daddy's long cock down my mouth. I was sucking, slurping, and gagging on his thick prick. Daddy was normal sized and I could deep throat his cock. I was making all those wet sucking, popping noises, while I slurped his cock. I slipped my finger into his ass and rubbed and massaged his prostate. Daddy was really liking that. "Lisa, daddy wants to fuck you, get on your back." I went on the bed on my back and daddy got on top of my and put his cock into my slick pussy. He slid his cock right in. We started to make love. My legs were at my sides, while daddy thrust into my pussy. We were kissing deep and passionately. I could not believe I was having sex with my father. He was so tender and loving. It really did feel like it was okay to be doing this. Daddy told me to fuck him cowgirl position. Daddy got on his back and I straddled him putting his firm cock into my pussy. I worked my cunt up and down over his cock. Daddy sat up and played with my firm breasts. He was sucking on my erect nipples. It felt so good and I was moaning. Daddy then put his hands on my hips, as I rode his cock. I rode daddy awhile, but he then said to get on my hands and knees. I got on my hands and knees and daddy slid his cock into my wet pussy. He grabbed my hips and fucked me like this awhile. "Lisa, you're my dirty girl, you're so wet kitten." "Your pussy is so tight, princess." My father was moaning and groaning. He started to smack my ass. When he did that, he really started to thrust into my pussy hard. He had his hands on my breasts and was squeezing them. Daddy was smacking my ass. He was really getting into this. "My daughter is my dirty girl, daddy is going to cum." "Get on your knees, princess daddy wants you to swallow his cum." I got on my knees and opened my mouth and daddy jerked his cock and sprayed his hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed it all down for him. Daddy shoved his cock back in my mouth. He was face fucking my mouth and moving his hips, while I sucked on his cock. "Oh kitten, you are amazing, daddy is very happy." "Take a shower, daddy will make a nice dinner for us." I couldn't believe that I had sex with my father. It's really taboo and really wrong. I am sure my mother would be horrified, if she ever knew what we did. I almost think daddy did it on purpose. Mommy has been gone for so long. The man is horny as hell. I guess me sunbathing topless didn't help things. I took a shower and daddy was grilling steaks and had baked potatoes in the oven and made corn on the cob on the grill. Daddy, opened a bottle of wine and said since we're behaving badly, he would allow me to drink this weekend. I just smiled. He set the table and we sat down and ate. Daddy is a wonderful cook and we talked, but he was just looking at me very strangely. I knew daddy was not done with me and we would definitely be having sex possibly after dinner. Daddy kept filling my glass with the wine and I was starting to feel a little tipsy. After we were finished with dinner, daddy did the dishes and then made a fire in the fireplace. He brought a bag into the family room. Daddy then gave me a deep and passionate kiss and he took off my clothes and told me to lay on the blanket that he had put down on the floor. I did as he said. My father then went into the bag and got a can of whip cream. He sprayed the cream on my nipples, stomach and my pussy. Daddy then opened a jar of chocolate sauce and put that all over my breasts, belly button, and my pussy. Then he opened a jar of sprinkles and sprinkled them all over the same body parts. He opened a jar of honey and poured it all over my stomach and my legs. I felt like a human sundae. "Princess, you look good enough for daddy to eat." Daddy gave me a kiss and licked all the whip cream, sprinkles ,and chocolate sauce over my firm and perky breasts. He then licked the honey from my stomach and devoured my wet pussy that had chocolate, sprinkles, and whip cream on them. Daddy was working his tongue all along my pussy. Slurping this delightful mess into his mouth. It was so erotic. Daddy scooped the honey, which was on my stomach and my legs into my mouth. Feeding it to me. I never had anybody do this before. Daddy had so many interesting ideas. When he was finished enjoying this human sundae, daddy then sprayed the cream on his hard, erect cock. "Come on kitten, it's your turn to enjoy daddy's hard cock." I got on my hands and knees and licked the whip cream off his shaft. I licked his cock like a lollipop getting the cream off his cock. Daddy pushed my head down over his cock and began to face fuck me fast. He was moving his hips and fucking my mouth. I had to hit his leg because I couldn't breathe. Daddy allowed me to take a breath and then shoved his cock back into my mouth. "Suck daddy's cock!" I sucked and slurped on daddy's cock. Daddy was fucking my mouth hard. I really felt like he was treating me like a slut. I guess my mother being away for so long has worked him up. This time around he was treating me like a whore. He was fucking my mouth so fast and so hard. "Get on your hands and knees and present your ass to daddy." I got on my hands and knees and put my ass high in the air. Daddy had some KY jelly and rubbed it all along my ass and his cock. He then slid his cock into my ass. I've never had anal sex. It felt very tight and kind of hurt, but daddy put more lube on my ass and more over his cock. Then he gently started to fuck me. "Oh, princess your ass is so tight, daddy is so turned on." Daddy was holding my hips and thrusting his hard cock into my ass. He was squeezing my buttocks and pulling my hips into his hard cock. It felt much different than having sex in my pussy, but it didn't hurt too much. Daddy let out a scream and came in my ass. Daddy then got on his knees and licked his cream pie out of my ass. He seemed to be enjoying his cum and really seemed to like to lick my ass. It was really something to experience. The rest of the weekend daddy and I had sex in the lake, in the shower, on the bed. We had sex everywhere that weekend. But, he did say that it was just this weekend. We would never speak of this again. He loves my mother. This will just be a memory that we can think back on. A memory of my father and myself having intimate relations. A taboo and fun filled weekend at our house at Greenwood Lake. The House at Number Seventeen Theodore F Walker was back in Vienna. Passers-by would have seen a slim man in his early fifties strolling in the early spring evening, apparently with no fixed objective. In that they would have been mistaken. Theo was early for his appointment by design: it gave him time to make a small detour. At the narrow entrance to Auergasse he paused briefly. The door to Number Seventeen was hidden from view beyond a shallow bend. Ten years ago, when his tour of duty ended, it had been painted dark blue. Later he would discover if anything had changed. But not yet. First he had an appointment at a konditorei a few hundred yards from the Stefanskirche. He observed with approval that the roof tiles of the Cathedral, weathering with the years, had lost some of their garishness, the gold better for mellowing. The Konditorei St Stefan, on the other hand, was exactly as he remembered it. The Frau Doktor was in her familiar place. In her own right Ursula Steinmann held no doctorate, medical or academic but, by Austrian custom, took her husband's title. The whereabouts of the good Doktor himself were unknown; deceased, divorced, disappeared - one didn't enquire. Theo approached her table, set slightly apart at the rear of the café from where she could survey the scene but converse without being overheard. She looked up and smiled. "Theodore," she said, offering a powdered cheek. When he was seated facing her she remarked favourably on the greying at his temples. "You were always ganz korrekt, but in those days you appeared too young. Now you have the look that suits you: natural dignity." He accepted the compliment with a nod. They made small talk, Ursula prompting. Was all well with Elizabeth, the new young wife (lingering just long enough on the adjective to indicate interest in a woman little more than half his age)? How was he finding life back in Washington? Where else had he been on this nostalgia tour? Did the State Department grant everyone a sabbatical? Or was it some kindof honeymoon? In an appropriate pause, he enquired whether she could accept another slice of Sachertorte. She refused, as he knew she would. It had always been part of their ritual, signalling the end of the pleasantries before business. Tonight promised very pleasant business indeed. The details had all been agreed in a series of calls to her cell phone; the Frau Doktor had no known land line number. The meeting was to verify his presence in the city and to make payment. She had offered to waive the fee, as in the past, but Theo had insisted. He was no longer in post at the Embassy, with the opportunity to steer clients her way. The envelope was passed across the table and transferred unobtrusively to her handbag. Except that her fees were now in Euros rather than Schillings, it was understood that nothing had changed. The same applied to the quality of the service provided. Ursula Steinmann was widely believed - in circles that had access to such information - to be the most influential madam west of the Danube. If stories of franchises opening in Budapest and Warsaw were true, her network was now in the process of spreading east. And was likely to prosper. Because her operation was unique. No rival could compete with the unique service she provided: none of her women worked in the recognised sex industry. There was no coercion. They were all volunteers. Her recruitment was always by word of mouth. Contacts were established at cocktail parties, dinner parties and other social gatherings all over the city. No approach was ever made at a first meeting. The women had to come to regard Ursula Steinmann as a personal friend before the first hint was dropped. Where there was a boring, unimaginative husband - not difficult to find -there was a potential addition to the roster. In time and with care. It was admittedly painstaking and time-consuming but the results were spectacular. The wife of a senior banker, a soprano with a budding reputation at the State Opera, a high-powered PR woman, several air stewardesses, a tour guide, an interpreter at the Foreign Ministry, two or three lawyers and numerous suburban housewives were among those on call. Very few needed the financial rewards, which in any case were limited by a strict policy of no more than four engagements in a year. By that means the Frau Doktor was able to supply highly sexed women for whom the predominant attraction was an occasional escape from routine. The unpredictability of each summons added to the illicit thrill. Theo himself had delicious recollections of a female assistant curator who worked on Schoenbrunn Palace's porcelain collection. While her husband believed she was attending a conference in Dresden, she and Theo spent a week-end at a chalet no more than fifty kilometres from Vienna. Her name may or may not have been Trudi, nor was she necessarily thirty-three years of age; Ursula Steinmann always gave plausible details of such things but discretion was her priority. On the drive to their hideaway, Trudi had made polite conversation that barely disguised her nervousness with an American she had just met for the first time. Yet no sooner had they closed the chalet door than she dropped to her knees, unfastened his zip and took out his penis. With a quiet murmur of anticipation, she guided it into her mouth. When his orgasm approached, she did nothing to prevent it. It was the prelude to forty-eight hours of sex, punctuated only by the need to pause from time to time to recuperate. And that was when Trudi showed a gift for lascivious invention that had miraculous benefits for Theo's erection and his ability to sustain it. No word was spoken of Trudi's husband but it was not difficult to surmise that his shortcomings contributed to the enthusiasm with which she took advantage of a call from the Frau Doktor. That and other liaisons had occurred during Theo's years as head of the commercial section at the Embassy in Vienna. None was ever paid for; the Frau Doktor returned favors for favors. Theo rationalised that it was a reward that had been earned over the years. ******************* Theodore F Walker had seemingly been predestined to serve his country in some form. The F was for Franklin. His parents had been staunch admirers of the Roosevelts. The fact that one President had been a Republican, the other a Democrat was immaterial. Baby Theodore Franklin was named to honor them both. Fortunately, his career path fulfilled his parents' implied ambition. After majoring in modern languages at UCLA, he survived a series of exacting interviews in Washington. The outcome was State Department finance for a year of business studies in Geneva. Five years behind a desk back home prepared him for his first overseas posting and his first disappointment. Central America's prize berth was Mexico City. Theo found himself in Tegucicalpa, Honduras. Other let-downs followed. Scandinavia could have offered Copenhagen or Stockholm. Theo was given Reykjavik, though it was there he acquired a wife, a slim blonde named Astrid. Together, they moved east but not to Tokyo or Hong Kong but to Kuala Lumpur. At least Malaysia was warmer than Iceland, and this time Theo was promised a return to Europe and a more exciting appointment. This proved not to be the hoped-for Paris or Rome but Brussels. Career-wise there was much to be said for experience at the heart of the European Union, and for several years Theo immersed himself with such diligence that his State Department stock rose sharply. Astrid almost ruined it. Life on the diplomatic round had grown boring. She dutifully played hostess to visiting business delegations, attended the parties and receptions, but they had become a chore. Nevertheless, it was with complete astonishment that the rumour mill began to circulate stories of her liaison with the wife of the Italian ambassador. Titillation turned to scandal when allegations surfaced of the existence of photographs of the two women in bed together, one of them wearing a strap-on prosthesis. Theo was summoned by the Head of Personnel and baldly informed that only his recent work record could save him - and that on condition that Astrid was removed - swiftly, expensively if necessary. But removed. It was certainly expensive, making a nasty hole in Theo's inheritance from a business built up by his now late father. Astrid was prepared to co-operate as an escape route from a marriage that took second place to her husband's career, for all that their sex life, paradoxically, had been anything but dull. Part of the divorce settlement included a sworn undertaking that she would never disclose that Theo had been the photographer. Common sense dictated that Theo, too, should be moved away from Brussels. His knowledge of the European Union's labyrinthine commercial statutes, together with his mastery of several European languages, saved him from another Kuala Lumpur or Reykjavik. He was given Vienna, as number two to the Commercial Counsellor. And that was where he learned about Ursula Steinmann and the services she could offer. Wherever he had served, Theo understood that the requirements of businessmen or senators visiting from the States often needed attention outside official protocols. Some might wish to build in a holiday, others to take in some cultural or sporting activity. And there were inevitably some who would enquire, albeit casually, where the 'action' could be found. Depending on the importance of the enquirer, Theo was told, there were various contacts available. No details were on file. Theo was given names and telephone numbers to memorise (in fact, he encoded them and locked them away on his personal computer). Only CEOs and above were steered towards the Frau Doktor. Hers was not a number to be handed out by hotel concierges, even at exclusive five-star establishments. After succeeding to the number one post, he found that, however security-conscious he was, word of Ursula Steinmann's specialties had spread via the State Department grapevine. Requests for an introduction were frequent and had to be sifted with great tact. Ursula Steinmann came to appreciate the skill and discretion he brought to this opaque responsibility. It was not long before Theo had begun to receive reciprocal invitations to the house at Auergasse 17. And now he was back, bypassing the embassy, having outlined his planned scenario in advance. Ursula confirmed that all the arrangements were in place. "Birgit will receive you. You will like her, I'm sure. A businesswoman well known here in the city. Not, of course, for ... this." Ursula waved a vague hand. "She is intelligent and, above all, discreet. She will not intrude. I have told her in general terms what you have in mind and she understands. Yes, it is a little different but that interests her." Curious to know more, Theo raised an enquiring eyebrow but the Frau Doktor had revealed all she intended to reveal. "Birgit will show you the room you have requested. But the Equipment Room is also available tonight if you change your mind ..." Theo shook his head. After so much anticipation, he knew exactly what he wanted. "Good, then. Enjoy your ... Lisl. And next time you come back don't wait so long." She offered a powdered cheek, acknowledging that their business was concluded. ******************* It was somehow reassuring to discover that the door to Number Seventeen was still the familiar anonymous dark blue he remembered. Somewhere in a parallel street there was an entrance that allowed more informal access for the women who received the summons. Here, the brass plate still said Fr Dr U Steinmann, nothing more. The boutique at nineteen, however, was new. He was still wondering if the owners were aware of the service provided by their neighbour when the door opened. "Guten Abend. Herr Walker?" Birgit was a tall blonde formally dressed in a dark suit, the skirt just below knee length on seemingly excellent legs, the blouse pale blue with a high neckline. Generous curves suggested a full bosom, well supported. Late thirties, thought Theo as she ushered him inside. "Der Spiegelzimmer, nichts war?" "Ja. Richtig," he said, "That's right. The mirror room." Birgit led the way to the first floor. The room, which had alays been his favourite, had been refurbished but the detail was unchanged: large bed with crisp white linen and deep pillows, fully stocked bar, video screen, fresh floral arrangements. And, borrowed from the Equipment Room, a padded bench. The lighting was clever, subdued overall, but with carefully directed illumination for the bed and for a floor-to-ceiling mirror in each of three walls. One, he knew, concealed the door to a luxurious bathroom; another gave access to an anteroom where Birgit would wait in case her services were required. Lisl, too, would enter from there. But not yet. He allowed Birgit to assist him in removing his clothes which she hung in a concealed closet. The preliminaries were complete with one exception. Smiling to show she had not forgotten the last of her instructions for the first part of the evening, she lifted her skirt to her waist, revealing black panties, stockings and garter belt. Her legs were as shapely as he had deduced. She stepped out of the panties and handed them to him. Then, with a glance at Theo's burgeoning erection and a nod of approval, she left through the mirrored door. Panties in hand, he went first to the video screen. He used the remote control to flick through the channels, finally settling on a mature brunette who was sensuously fellating her younger partner. On the bed, Theo arranged the pillows to support him in a sitting position. Then he wrapped the panties round his penis and began to masturbate very slowly. From time to time, the couple in the video changed positions, the young man kneeling to perform cunnilingus, then lifting the woman's ankles on to his shoulders while he penetrated her, and finally turning her on to her knees before sodomising her with metronomic concentration. Theo reached for a bedside button and pressed. In his precisely plotted scenario it was not yet time for Lisl. Birgit entered. She had shed the business suit and blouse but a fresh pair of panties had been added to complete the black lingerie set. Stiletto heels emphasised the long legs. The expensive bra provided subtle uplift while the semi-transparent fabric emphasised prominent nipples. Without speaking, she crouched at the bedside, removed the panties he had been using, inspected his upright shaft, and then bent her head to take the engorged head into her mouth. Theo could not suppress a groan of appreciative expectation. He was not disappointed. Birgit's ability to bring him to the edge of ejaculation and hold him there was uncanny. Her instinct for the point at which to ease him back into self control was evidence of an extraordinary sexual awareness and expertise. Occasionally, she let his member slip from her lips so that she could look up and favor him with a smile which said that she was fully conscious of her own exquisite ability. But still this was only the preamble, the set-up, the preparation. Delicious though it was, the time came to set in motion the real purpose of the exercise. The lightest touch on the back of Birgit's head was the only indication necessary. She rose, wiped her lips with a tissue, handed him the panties he had been using earlier, and once again disappeared through the mirrored doorway. Shortly, she returned bearing an ice bucket and a bottle wrapped in a white cloth. Theo had no superior feelings about Austrian sekt but for this occasion he had specified the genuine article: French champagne, the 1999 Veuve Clicquot, and to hell with the cost. Birgit poured two flutes before crossing to press the button at the side of the bed. It was the signal for Lisl to emerge from the anteroom. Lisl was small, maybe 5'2" with low heels, dark shoulder-length hair, very blue eyes and a full mouth. She was twenty-seven. She wore a plain yellow dress, tight-fitting on a slim figure, high small breasts. She stood beside the bed with her hands crossed in front of her. Her gaze took in the erection he was still slowly stroking with the black panties. He said, "Hello Lisl." She said, "You are Theo." A statement not a question, but there was husky nervousness in the voice. "Yes, I'm Theo. And this is Birgit." "I know. We were together out there." She gestured towards the door to the anteroom. "Birgit will stay with us. To help you. But any time you would prefer her to leave, you only need say." "It's all right. I don't mind." Birgit served the champagne. They touched glasses. Ready. When they began it seemed natural that the older, taller woman should take the initiative. Lisl turned her back for the zip of her dress to be unfastened, raised her arms for it to be lifted over her head. Birgit hung it in the closet with Theo's things. Lisl was wearing panties and a flimsy bra in lemon yellow, complementing the glow of a tanned body with no surplus ounces. Small she may have been but everything about her figure was in proportion. "Come here, please." He spoke quietly, gently, encouraging rather than commanding. Birgit took her arm and steered her to the bed. Theo nodded and Birgit bent Lisl forward, away from him, presenting tight, rounded cheeks. He released his penis and used that hand to fondle Lisl's bottom. He asked her to widen her legs. This allowed him to reach between them and press the yellow panties into the damp crease at the front. She was already aroused. After allowing her to stand, he said, "Birgit has already taken care of me a little. Would you like to try?" For the first time Lisl smiled, looking directly into his eyes. "Yes," she said. "I would." When Lisl used her mouth it wasn't with the careful awareness that had characterised the attention he had received from Birgit; Lisl suckled him confidently, almost knowingly. Birgit's contribution was to move in and unclasp the yellow bra. It fell away and Theo reached out a hand to let a breast fall into his palm. When he began to twist a hardening nipple between thumb and forefinger, Lisl tightened her lips on his shaft, flicked the tip of his penis with her tongue. Yes, go on. Like that. He closed his eyes. They had time and time to spare. This was what he had planned and he was intent on savoring it to the full. When he opened his eyes again he saw that Birgit was leaning with her back against one of the tall mirrors. The play of the concealed lighting seemed almost focussed on the hand she had slipped inside her panties. He could see her fingers moving slowly beneath the fabric. Ursula had assured him that Birgit would not participate unless specifically required to do so, but masturbation was hardly participation. The video had come to an end and the only sound was made by Lisl's lips as they glided up and down the length of Theo's taut weapon. Perhaps, even against her instructions, Birgit had become irresistibly caught up in the claustrophobic erotic atmosphere created by the couple in the circle of light at the centre of the bed. It was Lisl herself who initiated the next move. Rising and standing back to view the result of her endeavours, she seemed pleased, excited even. She kicked off her shoes, approached Theo again and asked him to take off her panties. There were no tell-tale bikini scars in the all-over tan. A neat triangle of dark hair drew the eye to clearly defined vagina lips. Naked now, she climbed on to the bed, told Theo to remain in a sitting position, his back cushioned by the pillows. Then she faced him, placed a foot delicately each side of him, braced herself with her hands against the wall and thrust her pelvis towards his face. Theo knew exactly what was expected of him and wasted no time in complying. His arms reached round her, his hands cupped her buttocks and drew her on to him. He saw puffy labia showing signs of leaking moisture, inhaled the heady aroma of female genital excretion and set to work with his tongue. Very soon, with astonishing control, she held herself firmly against him, shuddered silently and came. The House at Number Seventeen Theo was pleased, expecting the orgasm would have relaxed her. They could move on confidently. He lowered her gently to the bed and then drew her attention to Birgit, still slumped against the mirror, her hand now moving more urgently. Suddenly, the older woman emerged from her trance-like self-pleasuring to realise that they were watching her. She snatched her hand from inside her panties and stood forward. "Oh," she gasped. "Entschuldigen. Ich - " "There's nothing to excuse," said Theo. "I think we can take it as a compliment. Yes, Lisl?" Lisl nodded. He put his hand on her thigh and squeezed lightly. "How about if we asked Birgit to join us? Would you like that?" "Yes. I think I'd like it very much." Although it was almost as if Lisl had been expecting the question, she waited for Theo to act as master of ceremonies. He asked Birgit to shed the black panties before taking the sitting position he had vacated against the bedhead. Lisl knelt, spread the older woman's legs, held the shaven labia apart until the clitoris sprang into view, then touched it with her tongue, tip against tip. A little tremor ran through Birgit's body. Theo took his place behind Lisl and ran his hand yet again over the curves of her buttocks. A fingertip rested briefly against the pink sphincter. Tempted, but in no hurry to pre-empt his plans, he moved on, using both hands to provide him with easy access for a penis that still showed a rigidity that was a tribute to the ministrations of both women. He rolled a condom along the length, checked that it gripped firmly. Steadying Lisl with one hand, with the other he steered his member to the vaginal entrance and eased his way inside. The sensation that always made him think of oiled silk despite the gauze- like protective, welcomed him, drew him in. Without losing contact with Birgit, Lisl pressed back against him, letting him understand that she was ready to accept all he could offer. He began to move in her. The rapport was instantaneous, an instinctive rhythm as hard tissue slid inside moist warmth. She seemed driven to intensify her lapping of Birgit who, just as when she had leaned against the mirror, had closed her eyes. Theo waondered if she was unwilling to confront her own sexuality yet unable to deny herself the pleasure. His own response completed the circle. Aroused by the sight of Birgit's hardening nipples and the sound of her soft moans, he found himself involuntarily increasing the speed and force of his penetration of Lisl. He held her hips, sought deeper and deeper thrusting. Almost at once he was aware of a danger of exploding too soon. He needed to steady himself. In his mind he conjured up the image of the couple in the video tyring toempathise with the even regularity of their precisely controlled lust. Gradually, he was able to settle back into a tempo of insertion and withdrawal that would keep Lisl moving towards her orgasm while his own no longer threatened to engulf him. Eventually, probably inevitably, Birgit broke the spell. Eyes screwed tight, breasts heaving, breathing irregular, all the signs of impending orgasm built to breaking point. She clutched the back of Lisl's head, held her in place as the tumult overtook her in a series of seismic spasms. Lisl, understanding as only another woman could, licked and nuzzled gently until Birgit crumpled in exhaustion. When she had recovered, she was embarrassed, trying to thank Lisl while apologising to Theo, fearing she had exceeded her duties. He reassured her by suggesting that they should move on to the planned culmination of the evening. Birgit's dramatic fulfilment had already disrupted the equilibrium of the three bodies, causing his penis to slip from its warm nest. He removed the condom and wrapped it in a tissue. Never mind; they were not finished. Relieved, Birgit took Lisl by the arm and led her to the padded bench. This had been placed in its own pool of light in front of one of the tall mirrors. Four adjustable steel legs were anchoredto a large wooden plinth for stability. She made Lisl bend across it, face down, while she lowered the height to ensure the younger woman's comfort, taking care that Lisl's breasts were not crushed by the weight of her torso. Four velvet cuffs with velcro fastenings secured Lisl's wrists and ankles to the legs of the bench. While Birgit disappeared momentarily into the anteroom, Theo stationed himself behind Lisl's prostrate body, his eyes firmly on the pink orifice between her cheeks. Birgit reappeared. She had put on latex gloves and was carrying a tube of lubricant. She looked to Theo who indicated that she should proceed. Leaning slightly to one side, he could see Lisl's face in the mirror. She seemed calm, untroubled and trusting. The older woman applied the lubricant to a broad area of Lisl's buttocks with a soothing circular massage, moving gradually towards her objective. After a while, she squeezed lubricant on to her smallest finger and rested it against the anal opening. Theo leaned forward. Little by little, almost imperceptibly, Birgit allowed her her finger to make its way inside. At the second knuckle she rested. Lisl made no sound. Birgit withdrew and repeated the process with her index finger, this time using a slow in-and-out motion. After she had demonstrated that two fingers could enter without causing Lisl any distress, Birgit stepped aside. Lisl was now Theo's. While watching the sensitive preparation, he had been stroking his member with care. He could not have been more ready. Birgit offered him a second condom which he reluctantly accepted. He knew what he would have liked but this was not wild, irresponsible sex. In any case, there would be enough excitement; if the condom slowed him down, delayed the unstoppable, so much the better. Theo stepped on to the plinth, took his penis in his right hand, placed it at the centre of the lubricated area. If he had been careful earlier when entering Lisl's vagina for the first time, he was doubly attentive now. The sphincter offered slight resistance but the lubricant, aided by Birgit's fingering, has done its work. The head of his penis, slipped in. The sphincter gripped. He paused, looked to the mirror. Lisl's eyes met his. She nodded. He pressed further. Surprised, he found that she could accommodate his full length. There had been no lack of muscle tone when he had mounted her on the bed, but between vagina and anus there was a sensation of an entirely different kind. Maybe it was partly in the mind, the exploration of the forbidden passage. But it was physical, too, the smooth friction, the subtle stimulation of tingling nerve ends. He noticed for the first time that there handles on each side of the bench. He gripped them, braced his feet against the dais, and began to fuck. Forget more polite forms, discard anal intercourse. At last, he told himself, he was fucking Lisl's ass He pulled half his length out to see the moisture glistening in the light, then firmly filled her again. He wanted it to last for ever, and he did everything he could to stop himself from letting nature take its course. He tried deep breathing. He held himself still, buried inside her. He tried to put his mind elsewhere. But the urgent message from his groin couldn't be denied indefinitely. In the mirror he could see Lisl's seraphic smile, as though willing him on. Lost, he surrendered to the demand, pumping, pumping, pumping into the tightness. And then erupted. Birgit took charge of the aftermath with solicitous efficiency, releasing Lisl from the cuffs, guiding her to first use of the bathroom. Theo retired to the bed and lay there replaying in his mind the events of the evening. His hand strayed to his penis which was still semi-erect. The foreseen scenario had come to fruition. Lisl had given every sign of enjoyment and ultimate satisfaction. Birgit's involvement had been an unexpected bonus. Lisl emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed, fresh make-up, innocent demeanour. She stood beside the bed, hands crossed in front of her as she had a long time earlier. She leaned down, kissed his cheek and left through the door to the anteroom without a backward look. Theo showered thoughtfully, dressed and thanked Birgit, letting her know that if Ursula enquired there would be nothing but gratitude and appreciation from him. ******************* Back at the hotel, his wife was waiting, already in bed. "How was it?" she asked. "Superb." "All you expected?" "More." He undressed and climbed in beside her. He raised himself on one elbow and looked into her face. "And you, Liz?" he asked. "How was it for you?" "I was nervous. You know that. The first time - I was afraid it would hurt. But Birgit was so gentle." He nodded, happy that it had worked so well. After a pause, Liz said, "At the beginning, when you were - you know ..." "Taking care of myself?" "Yes, then. We were watching you - we could see you through that mirror. Did you know?" "No. But I guessed." "The thing is it got to me very quickly, you using Birgit's panties. I started ... well, warming myself up. Birgit was watching me and I was turned on by that, too. She came over and went down on me. Just like that. Nothing said. We both just knew it would be all right. Anyway, you've seen me often enough like that on this trip - we've discovered a lot, haven't we? So you know by now, if you didn't before, how I love it. And I just let her. Encouraged her, really. Do you mind?" Theo shook his head, remembering adventures in upmarket swingers clubs in Paris and Copenhagen during earlier stops. "Then when I watched her giving you the benefit of that brilliant tongue, I did myself again. Couldn't help it. So when Birgit brought me in and you made me open my legs to see if I was already wet, of course I was. And ready for more." "Now?" She laughed. "That wasn't what I meant. But yes. Why not? As long as I can be Lisl." "Meaning what?" "Well, nothing is ever the same as the first time. It can't be. But you made my first time so - so special. Now I want us to build on that. To learn how it can get better each time." She turned serious for a moment. "We mustn't do it like that as though it's routine. Not every time we make love. Let's keep it special. Only when I ask to be Lisl." She paused, looking into his eyes, wonderingif he could see the smile in hers. "But you never know, the second time might be a disappointment. So perhaps we should get that over with straight away." "Yes," he said. "Lisl." She reached under the pillow for a tube of lubricant, handed it to him and turned on to her knees, her bottom towards him. He took his penis in his hand and moved forward. The House at the End of the Street To be honest, I have never thought of myself as the quintessential "Scarlet woman." God forbid! Brought up, the eldest of four children within a typically strict Catholic family, I had little inclination, let alone opportunity, to stray from the fold as it were. Maybe it had something to do with my having married so young - at just eighteen, to a boy I met in my first year at the University of Toronto. Conrad had swept me off my feet - changed my entire perspective on life in fact. At the point he proposed to me that night at the theater, echoing those ultimately simple five words that every girl at some stage longs to hear, "Julia, would you marry me?" I had no need to answer with words. It was simply a case of sooner rather than later! Trent came along within a year and difficult as it was, I managed to balance motherhood and my studies with remarkable success. It doesn't even seem that long ago! I am just thirty-seven now while Trent celebrated his eighteenth year a few months back. He is a strapping boy, intelligent and wise beyond his years, with very much his father's good looks and presence. It frightens me. I can't be sure when exactly I started having the fantasies but once instigated, they were on-site for the duration. Nothing in our marital lives has been anything but blissful contentment and shared romantic indulgence. I love Conrad as much as ever I did and I have no reason to think his attentions and gentle courtesies are anything but evidence of a loving and happy husband. Looming however - the clouds of dysfunctional sexual desire have been building up in the east now for some months! If I had to nominate some particular event that catalysed this fully unaccountable emotional upheaval, then inarguably it was that weekend not so long ago. Conrad had been down at the club with Jeremy, his best-friend since childhood and I had taken the opportunity to have a relaxing hot bath, it being mid-winter still. Not expecting Trent back for some hours from the movies, to which he had taken his girlfriend, I suppose I had been something less than vigilant in my privacy by forgetting to lock the bathroom door. As girls do occasionally (and lets not assume boys to be completely innocent in this regard either) I had allowed my hand license to travel to certain intimate areas that appreciate the dexterous nature of rhythmic caresses, shall we say? As far as I can recall, I had no set images in my mind right at that moment, simply allowing the pervading warmth of the bath and the physical contact to work their joint magic. It was certainly "working".....I seem to recall the odd sound of pleasured rapture issuing from my lips. I don't know what made me turn around, maybe subconsciously I just 'knew!" Trent was standing there. As shocked as I, he was just staring, as much in disbelief I imagine as dishonorable guilt. "Good heavens Trent," I muttered, sliding surreptitiously lower into the bubbles so that my breasts were covered, "Have you never heard of knocking?" "I'm so sorry mom," he answered, "I just heard strange noises in here (at this point he began blushing dramatically) "and, er...well, I guess I just came in." "Were you here......" I paused for a moment, "long?" "Oh, no," he quite obviously lied, "I just walked in mom!" Fully a Mexican stand-off, Trent retreated to the hallway then, closing the door behind him. Sitting up once more, I just lay there breathing heavily and wondering why it was I felt so flushed and aroused. I noticed right at that moment how erect my nipples had become. Instinctively I rubbed the swollen teat between my thumb and forefinger....... Trent and I shared a remarkably quiet dinner that night, exchanging little more than polite conversation and forced pleasantries. I seem to recall a minimum of direct eye-contact. In the coming days I found my mind replaying this close-encounter and each time I could not deny a pleasured reaction. Just the thought of a boy seeing his mother masturbate - as so surely he had, was turning me on unbearably. Perhaps because I am very slight - barely five three and with a less than matronly figure, while Trent seems far older than his years both in build and maturity - that it felt just that much more "forbidden." Try as I might, I found myself wanting some further 'involvement' with him despite the knowledge that this could never be. If nothing else, it was as much a betrayal of Conrad as a corrupting influence in our family lives. Gradually, the incident appeared to taper in relevance and my relationship with Trent took on its former stable and progressive habits. That isn't to say though that my fantasies tapered in any way. Far from it. Even as Conrad would make love to me some nights, it was Trent I was wanting to hold me like that and to whisper the tender words of endearment I was hearing. I even thought of going to the Parish Priest, but who could confess such thoughts and images? Nothing would ever have happened - but for the circumstances of last weekend! Conrad was once again at his Club leaving Trent and I alone in the house. This had caused no emotional hardship or discomfort as things between us were apparently back on an even keel, the events of several months ago now but a distant memory one might presume. Having finished three day's ironing, I was carrying the basket up to the linen closet - just a few yards along the hallway past Trent's room, when I heard sounds from within, the bedroom door only having been pushed-to. Not surprisingly, I guessed immediately the likely cause. I just smiled to myself and walked on to the cupboard. I can't tell you what happened between there and the three yards back to Trent's bedroom door...but something did! Even as I put the basket down quietly, I suppose I knew I was taking "one small step for a woman. one giant step for womanhood." Guessing that Trent would be seated on the bed with his back to the door. I pushed the thing open so slowly and peered around the edge. He must have been three-quarters there. I couldn't see his erection from that angle, but I could definitely see what he was doing to it. I had no need to slip a hand into my own panties, much as I felt like it - I knew how wet they would be. If he was uttering any intelligible words I couldn't discern them, it just sounded like an infinite range of pleasured grunts and sighs to me. To say I was fascinated would be an understatement. It was only then that I realised I had never even seen Conrad masturbating....or him - me, come to that. As he jerked about suddenly and I saw, to my considerable pleasure I must admit, a stream of his cum shoot upwards. I let down my guard fully unintentionally and made some audible noise. Trent spun around. "Oh God mom," he cried in an agony of embarrassment, trying to cover himself. "I'm soo sorry!" My heart melted for him and I ran to the bed. "Oh Trent," I said, "You have nothing to apologise for. I should never have walked in." I looked him full in the eyes before adding, "Trust me - I know the feeling." That brought a smile to his young face. "Yeah....I guess you do mom," he replied, his hands still covering that which unaccountably I wished he wasn't! Realising then of course that he had condemned himself out of his own mouth, he continued, "S'pose you knew I saw everything that day too, didn't you mom?" I nodded. "Did you hate me for it?" That brought tears to my eyes. "Hate you Trent? Gosh......how could you think that?" I sat down beside him. "No, my beautiful boy, I never loved you more. Would you like me to tell you the absolute truth?" He nodded, subconsciously perhaps taking a hold of my hands at the same time, seemingly unaware of his limp penis now lying dormant and shrunken at the entrance to his gaping undies. It wasn't the time for me to be looking at that particular aspect of life. "Well Trent," I continued, "If I was to be honest with you and I'm hoping against hope you never tell your dad this...." Now he was interested. I had to hesitate before continuing. "This is very hard for me to say......well, I kinda liked the fact you saw me Trent. I know that's an awful thing to admit and I probably shouldn't be saying it to you, but it's the truth." For a moment I dropped my eyes, fearful I suppose, of the effect my words might have on him. I felt his hand beneath my chin. Raising my face, the last thing I expected was for him to kiss me - and on the lips at that. An electric shock ran through me and I felt like a helpless little girl - the one that I suspect has never really grown-up in all these years. I just looked at him. "You want to know about the truth mom?" he was saying. "Even before that afternoon, I always had "thoughts" about you, not thoughts a boy usually has about his mother either." I couldn't have stood-up right then if someone had paid me a million dollars! Now, he was looking away. "I used to think about kissing you at first...but its gotten worse. After I saw you in the bath mom, I had to go to my room and beat-off......sorry for saying that..." It didn't matter, I think I was beyond further shock at that stage. "And since then I have been thinking about you all the time. Do you know what I was imagining when you saw me just now?" It wasn't so much that I was casually interested at that stage - I had to hear it! I nodded. "I was thinking about making love to you....it's all I think about, even when I'm out with Heather." I wasn't prepared for his emotional collapse and as the tears shook his young body I just held him to me. My own were beginning to assemble in the corner of both eyes. "It's OK, it's OK," I whispered as I cradled him, "I have had some terrible thoughts myself Trent......things I can't even tell you...things I can barely even admit to myself.." He raised his tear-stained face towards mine, "You don't have to mom," and then he kissed me again. This wasn't a child's kiss, not a mother-son kiss, and definitely not the peck of a stranger. This was a lover's kiss. Conrad's image flashed before my eyes, then my father's, but as both quickly faded, my handsome boy's face came back into focus. He was smiling despite the tears. "I love you mom," was all he said. It was all he had to say! Whether he lay me back on the bed or I did it myself I don't remember. I recall his undoing my top buttons, exposing my rather flimsy little bra beneath which he gently thrust his hand. I only have small breasts but the feeling as his hand slid across my nipples was one of extreme pleasure. I knew some formative moans were issuing from between my lips. His very inexperience and unfamiliarity with the territory were simply adding to my arousal, hopefully also - his own. My lips sought his and my arm pulled him closer. "Should I take my dress off for you?" I offered. He looked at me in stunned disbelief but nodded in dumb acceptance of what ultimately must be. Standing in front of a young man, my own son no less, unzipping that dress must rank as the most erotic moment of my life to date. His eyes the size of saucers, my body took delight in revealing its femininity to him. He pulled me back down on the bed, dressed now only in my bra and panties. I teased him unmercifully by pulling one thin strap down my arm. Taking his cue, he balanced things up nicely by tugging the other down too. For a moment I think my heartbeat must have been audible as he gently took a hold of both straps and made to pull them lower. Maybe it was his we could hear? As my breasts were exposed I gasped. Trent simply laid a hand on them and so very gently began to fondle me. I could not repress the urge to squirm slightly nor could I wrench my eyes from what he was now doing to my nipples. "If this isn't the most arousing moment of my life" I was thinking. I needed him to suckle me. Manouevering Trent's face to within inches and by arching my back slightly, nature's own blueprint for survival took over. As I felt his mouth latch back on to that which his own regressed memory was now recalling with no impediment, I let out a sigh of extreme pleasure. "That's it Trent, suck them like you used to," I whispered, immediately feeling totally embarrassed at falling back on the use of such immature dialog. I don't think he was even listening. Raising his lips from my nipples he looked at me for a moment. "You are so pretty mom...so pretty!" Right then, I felt it! It was all I could do not to slip a hand inside my own panties. The two reasons I managed not to being that (a) that might be construed as overly improper and (b) I was hoping desperately that he would do it himself. I knew how wet I was there - I just wanted Trent to find out in his own good time. Loving and gentle as he was, quite obviously he was afraid to take the initiative and that I found so endearing. It wasn't helping my incestuous needs though. Past wondering why I was thinking (and now acting-out) these forbidden desires, all my body was demanding was satisfaction. I wriggled my hips as if to remind him there were other areas he might find interesting if he would but look. Returning his lips to my own, rather than my nipples was a subtle reminder. If I was going to be forced to take a hold of his lower extremities in order to widen his considered options I think I would have done it. As it happened, his hand commenced its own exploratory across my abdomen and hips. I let him know by a series of sighs and light moans that this was definitely a move in the right direction. When he reached finally the waistband of my panties I felt his reticence to proceed. "It's Ok Trent," I whispered in his ear. "You can take them off." He didn't need any further urging. "Oh God mom," he managed to get out as he just knelt there beside me, staring at my pussy, not that he could have seen too much, my legs were still together. "I can't believe how beautiful you are....just as hot as the girls at University." "Really?" I teased. "And just how many of them have you seen like this Trent?" Fully blushing now he corrected himself. "You know what I mean mom...of course I haven't been with any girls like that.: For some reason I found that incredibly arousing - the fact that I was basically the first "girl" he had ever seen naked. Why I wasn't thinking about Conrad at this stage I have no idea, but I wasn't. "You're not being very fair Trent," I told him. He looked puzzled. "Why?" he asked. "Well you've taken all my clothes off...and you're still dressed!" "You want me to undress?" he said semi-shocked. "Only if you want to," I replied, parting my legs fractionally. I saw his expression change momentarily. He must have noticed. Feeling more wanton by the minute I was not about to discourage Trent's gently invasive exploration of my vaginal ingress. On a voyage of discovery himself, he was making me feel anything but a mother as his fingers separated my labia and softly felt their way inside. Quite beyond my control, several little gasps escaped my lips as he became more daring in his exploration. Nor did I fail to recognise the significance of it all, my beautiful boy stimulating now the very areas where-in he had been himself conceived. I sat up suddenly and hugged him to me. Tears ran down my face and Trent withdrew his fingers and stared at me. "Was I hurting you mom?" he asked, unsure of his own emotions right that moment. "Of course not baby," I reassured him, "Nothing like that, I was just thinking about things, that's all." "Is it dad," he enquired - somewhat perceptively I thought. "No Trent," I answered truthfully - just girl stuff....honestly!" I lay back and drew him on top of me. I wanted him badly...needed him if the truth be known. To judge by whatever was pressing hard up against my tummy, I wasn't alone in the "needing" department. Shucking off his jeans, shirt and underwear I found it hard to believe that this was a boy in his late teens. His work-rate at the gym had obviously been paying dividends. A born kisser, we both swiftly reached a level of arousal that was never going to be denied whatever the laws of the land. He had what I needed, I had what he craved. With a minimum of guidance he slipped into me and as I drew my knees up in absolute pleasure at what was so deep inside me, I let myself be taken. Whether he was making love to his mom or a girl he was just going to know for a short time I can never know, but you can't fake sincerity or respect. He gave me both and I loved him for it. In his passion and inexperience he fondled my breasts until they were red raw....almost vandalised. He spread me to my theoretical limit and nearing his orgasmic Waterloo, thrust into me with the gentility of a considerate lover yet the work-rate of a first-time novice. I think I cried out as I reached my own plateau, almost passing out with sensory overload. Trent was driving a mile-long goods train with no brakes and it felt like he came for ever. After some five minutes of exhausted silence, with him lying still atop me while I just kissed him, playing with a few locks of his dark brown hair that had fallen across his forehead, he raised his head and smiled the most beautiful loving smile. They call it incest. I call it the purest love of all. The House Boat The First Night I was late getting off work by an hour, and knew I would have to move fast to get to the lake before dark, as it was a good 4 hours away from the city. My wife Julie had told me she was heading for the lake about noon to make arrangements for us to occupy the houseboat we had rented for the week. She had also said she would bring everything we would need with her, and as a result we had packed the van with everything we were taking with us. She had called me on her cell phone to tell me where our boat was moored at, and how to get there. I practically ran out of the office, and in no time I was gone, a quick look told me it was 5:25 as I rolled out of the parking lot. I had about 45 minutes of rush hour traffic to handle before I got on the highway. 10:10, that was going to be the earliest I could make it, traveling the speed limit. I figured that I could cheat, and run a few miles an hour over the limit, and still not have to worry to much about getting a ticket, so I chose to drive an extra 5 miles an hour. I figured that should get me there shortly before 10:00 PM. I loosened my tie to help me relax as I drove. We had tried to get the boat for the next weekend, but as it was booked solid, we had no choice, we would celebrate our 10th anniversary a week early. The pearl necklace I had bought her was on the seat beside me as I drove. I pulled off the highway at the last town before the lake, and topped up my fuel tank, just to be on the safe side of things. As I drove my car into the parking area, visions of my wife were running rampant through my head. As I walked to the lake I called her to tell her I had made it there. Her five foot eight body was a masterpiece of perfection as far as I am concerned. She is a slim 135 pounds and boasts a 37-24-36 figure with C cup breasts. Her hair is shoulder length, and jet black. I finally found a spot to park, and after grabbing the gift for Julie, I locked the car, and headed off to find our boat. We had rented here before and the boats are all 25 feet long and 12 foot 6 wide. They are powered by an inboard 4-cylinder diesel that can move them through the water at a steady 12 miles an hour. The boats all have two positions from which you can drive them, a kitchen, living area, a bathroom, and two other rooms that can be used as bedrooms. They also have an open top deck for those wanting to get their share of the sun. The boats also have a built in ladder at the back to make it easier to get back on after a swim. It didn’t take all that long to find our boat, as there were only eight left tied to the pier. All the others had been driven out before dark. Of the eight, only three had lights on. I carefully checked the names as I walked along the pier, and on seeing ours, I gingerly stepped on board. I had seen that it was the one with the least amount of light coming from it, and that had me wondering if there was a problem with the generator on board. I made my way to the front of the boat, and the door. I quietly turned the knob, and opened it. “Hi Julie,” I called out as I entered. I am sure that if I had looked in a mirror, I would have been enough of a sight to get me fired if I should walk in the office looking the way I felt. I stopped as soon as I saw the interior of the boat! There on the table was a bottle of wine, a large bowl of fruit, and a half dozen lit candles. The reminder of the boat was completely dark. I listened as Julie called to me from the back. “Have a seat, settle in, and relax, I will be there in a minute” she said, “But don’t sit against the outside wall, and don’t turn the chair.” There was only one option open after that, and I took it. My back was facing almost directly away from the door I knew she was behind, and as I sat there, I felt her hands grasp my head. “Close your eyes, and don’t turn around” was all she said. My eyes closed, and she began to rub my temples, almost as if she knew the drive took a lot out of me. I could hear the rustle of her clothes as she moved the small amount that she did. “You keep that up, and you will put me to sleep” I told her. “Mmm, but that would ruin my present I have for you” she replied. “You do want your present, don’t you?” She asked. I reached into the pocket of my jacket, and after pulling out the necklace I said “Speaking of presents, here is yours honey.” I listened as she opened it, heard the quick intake of her breath as she saw it. I listened as she moaned my name, and then felt her lean over my shoulder to kiss my cheek. “I love them honey, and I am going to put them on” she said, and as she did, I waited patiently. I listened to her giggles of joy as she placed the necklace around her neck, and fastened the clasp. She again began to massage the sides of my head, and I slowly began to relax. “Just sit still” she said, and her hands left my head after she had gotten my body into a relaxed state. I listened intently as she moved, and shortly I felt a piece of soft, silky cloth being placed over my eyes. She then tied it at the back of my head. “Just you sit there, and no peeking” she said in a sexy voice. She moved around to be beside me, and I felt her hands as she removed the tie that was still around my neck. I stayed as I was while she undid the top two buttons that were still done up. “Are you going to tease me to death” I asked only to be told that I was not obeying her wishes. I was to remain silent, unless asked a question. “Sit back, and relax” she told me as I again heard her move. Julie was being a bit out of her normal character, and I wasn’t all that sure about what was going on. I did however know that all I had to do was reach up, and take off the blindfold, if I felt things were getting out of hand. I settled in, and did as I was asked. “I am going to sit on your lap, and I want you to place both hands down by your sides” she instructed. My hands fell to the full extent of my arms. Julie soon took her spot on my lap, facing to my left. I sat there feeling her body as she moved a bit, and then I heard something dragging across the table. Her movements continued to confuse me a bit, but soon I felt something at my mouth. I opened it, and she slipped a slice of banana into it. She continued to feed me, and all the while she talked to me about how she was going to treat me. She even took time to feed me a sip of wine whenever she felt I might need one. I even sensed when she gave herself a sip of wine. There is nothing like having the woman you love feeding you various pieces of fruit, and the edge of a full wineglass. I soon became aware that not being able to see was almost the best part, not knowing what she had in her hand, trying to guess what was coming next. I have no idea how long she sat there slipping fruit and wine into my mouth, but the whole scene was quite relaxing, and sexy. The best part of it was when she began placing my fruit in her mouth, and then giving it to me! I went to move an arm to her waist, and was quickly told not to, and that she was in complete control of everything that was going to happen. In fact, she was going to tell me what to do, and when to do all week. I figured that if she were doing the worst she was going to do, I would really enjoy the week. The hand not feeding me was busy rubbing my neck, and the top of my back the entire time she fed me. In due course of time she asked me another question. “Are you all relaxed now?” she said. All I could do was murmur a polite “yes” to her. “Good, then follow me” she said, “but not quite yet, I will be back in a few moments. I regretted saying yes as soon as she started to stand, her ass on my cock had it rather hard, and ready for the action I knew was coming. I listened as she moved away. I continued to listen, and all I heard was the rustle of her clothing. She was only gone a minute or two, before I felt her hand on my shoulder. “Stand up, and take my hand” she said. I slowly stood up, and reached out in her direction so she could take my hand. After she had my hand, she slowly guided me away from the table. She guided me well, telling me where all the obstacles were, and how to avoid them. She led me through a door, and told me to wait there. She quickly left me, and as I listened, I could hear her as she blew out the candles that had been lit in the other room. I heard her as she walked past me back into the room she had led me to. “Are you ready to follow instructions?” she asked. All I could do was answer a firm “yes” to her question. “Good, then take off your shirt, and pants, we can’t have you wearing more clothes than I am now can we?” she said. I slowly undid the remaining buttons of my shirt, and let it fall. My next task was to undo the belt and zipper of my pants, and then I allowed them to fall as well. My mind was racing as I tried to visualize her, and what she was wearing. “OK then honey, next you can remove the blindfold,” she said in the sexiest voice I had ever heard her use. I reached up behind my head, and untied the scarf she had placed there earlier. As I let the scarf fall away, and my eyes opened what a sight she was! She was standing at the far end of the bed; dressed only in the sheerest lingerie I had ever seen her wear! The fact that candles only lighted the room accentuated her raw sexy look. She wore a filmy red push up bra, and matching panties. Her sheer legs were covered in stockings held up by a garter belt, and a very sheer robe also covered that, also in red. She also had the necklace around her neck. My cock again jumped at the sight of her, as it had been relaxing slightly due to the walk, and worrying about running into things. I couldn’t stop it; I let out a moan as soon as I saw her. “OK then, pick a number between zero, and seven” she told me. “Six” I said. “Oh you lucky man” she said, you get to remove my right stocking, but you can only use your mouth.” Not being the kind of guy to disappoint my favorite woman, I was eager to grant her wish. She sat on the edge of the bed, right in front of me, and I knelt down to begin my set task. It took me a few minutes to get the first one, but after that the garters were easy to undo. I kissed all around the tops of the stocking before I began to tug it down with my teeth. I was busy, but not so busy that I missed the sharp intake of her breath as I kissed my way along her inner thigh. When the stocking was off, I was given the chance to pick another number. I figured what the hell “five” I said. “Oh my the other one” she said. I was beginning to like this game she was playing, and decided to make the most of it. I stared kissing her at the knee this time, and took my time getting to the garters. Her intake of breath was a bit sharper and a bit longer this time, and I could smell her distinct feminine odor while I was between her legs. It took me all of five minutes to get the second stocking off, and she was moaning almost all of that time. My next number had me pulling the tie string of her robe. The robe was held closed by a tie string at her neck. I again spent plenty of time kissing her shoulders as I slowly removed it. The garter belt was next, and again I had to fight a bit, but my perseverance paid off, and it was falling to the floor. My sexual desire rose constantly each time my mouth touched her back, and she moaned at the feel on my lips. She stood up, and had me chose another number. This time the bra was the item I was told to remove. I again took my time as I deliberately continued to miss unhooking it. I did however let my face press against the smooth, firm flesh of both breasts due to the fact the bra had a front close hook on it. When the hook finally let go, I spent another minute getting each strap off of her shoulder before the bra joined the other items in the floor. She was breathing very heavily when the bra fell to the floor, but that didn’t stop her. She backed away from me a step, and placed her feet about shoulder width apart. “Well now honey, it seems that you only have one choice left now,” she said in between moans of anticipation. She looked at me as a big smile etched itself onto my face. She had placed her feet far enough to allow me to gain complete access to her most private parts, and I was more than eager to give her what I knew she wanted. I began by trying to get my tongue inside the leg elastic, but her movements prevented me from getting a good grip on the elastic. I soon realized what she was doing, and began to follow her lead. I slipped a long kiss right over her barely hidden bush. She thrust herself forward as soon as I did that, and my mouth slipped down to where her pussy was. I knew I wouldn’t be ale to do much more than caress her outer lips with my tongue, but I was going to make the most of it while I had the chance. I listened as Julie caught her breath in quick gasps each time I sucked at the front of her panties. Julie had never been all that vocal in our love making, but that night was an exception! Her moans filled my ears, and she was actually begging me to make her cum. She was soon thrusting her hips wildly in to meet my mouth at every opportunity she could. I had been told I couldn’t use my hands, and I was still living by that, but after several minutes of me licking her through her panties, she had her hands on my head forcing my mouth hard against her sex. Her breathing became sharper, and quicker the closer she came to her impending orgasm. She was calling my name, and telling me how hot she was and how much she wanted to have her panties off, and my tongue licking inside of her. I continued to avoid removing her panties, I wanted her to cum with them still on! It took a while, but I was soon rewarded as her knees buckled noticeably, and she emitted a long moan and a sigh as her body climaxed to my tongue. I then went to work in a further attempt to get her soaked panties off. This time I started at the waistband, and soon I was moving them downwards. As soon as I had them down far enough, I hooked my chin in the waistband, and let my tongue go back to work again. I licked, and then kissed her on one side of her pussy, and then the other side. I went back and forth, coming close to it, but not touching her wet pussy. I would then kiss right above it, and then beside it again, teasing her more and more each time I made the round trip of her sex. I continued like that for what felt like an hour, and she reached by stripping off her panties, and then lying back on the bed to give me complete access to her hot spot. I eagerly granted her wish, and went tongue first into her. I was kissing, licking, and gently sucking at her hot pussy, until her body tensed again in delight of her second orgasm of the night. I looked down at her, and smiled, all she was wearing were the pearls I had just given to her! “You should go out dressed like this more often,” I teased. I asked if there was any wine left, and she told me there was another bottle in the fridge. I walked out to the kitchen and retrieved the bottle, a corkscrew, and two glasses. I sat down on the bed beside her, and opened the second bottle of wine. We each had a glass, and as soon as we were finished, Julie began to work her mouth magic on my cock. She had learned a lot over the ten years we had been together, and in that length of time, she had really learned how to please me with her mouth. She had just the right knack of licking, and sucking combined with other things to keep me on the edge of complete pleasure for up to an hour before I would cum. She was the best that I had ever heard of at keeping a guy on the edge. Tonight though was an exception, she was hot, and wanted my cock badly after what I had done to her earlier. It only took her 15 minutes to tire of her play before making me cum. We both knew it would be a while before I was able to perform again, so I took another turn giving her oral sex. Again I proceeded to tease her all around her pleasure hole with out coming into direct contact with her pussy. I had also learned a lot about her needs, and preferred actions on my part. With that knowledge, and all the time we had, I did my best to bring her to the edge again. When I knew she was within a minute of having another orgasm, I stopped, and swiftly moved up to allow myself to penetrate her waiting sex. We both groaned in unison as my newly rejuvenated cock slipped inside her. We were wild with passion, and our bodies moved without any direct control from us, we responded to each other in an almost automatic manner, with little thought or care. Our ears were filled with the sounds of wild unabashed sex! It was almost the best we had ever had! When we were both completely spent and lying in each-others warm embrace we talked a minute before falling asleep. “So what did you get me for our anniversary love?” I asked. She replied in a rather saucy manner, “Is that all you can think about at a time like this? Well if you must know, it was delivered to the house while you were at work, and before I left home dear.” As soon as she said it, I knew she had fallen asleep. The House Boy I was traveling through Mexico a few years ago when I decided to stay for a week in a small family run hotel in a town on the Pacific coast but little did I know what I was getting myself into. Apparently it was the job of one of the younger sons of the family to come by and clean the rooms each day. He looked to be in his early twenties, maybe 5'8", with brown eyes, jet black hair, a slender but muscular body and an ass that it looked like you could bounce quarters off of. The first day I stayed there I'd just finished smoking a joint a few minutes ago when I heard a knock on the door. I looked out the window and saw him standing there holding a broom. I opened the door and let him inside and I don't know if it was the weed or what but the instant I saw him I had a powerful urge to find out what kind of heat he was packing and just how tight his ass really was. I watched him move around the room and he may have noticed the look of lust in my eyes because it seemed like he was bending over facing away from me every few minutes and making sure to pause and hold that position just long enough to give me a great view of his ass. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I asked him in Spanish if he wanted to smoke a joint. He immediately agreed and I sparked one up. While we passed it back and forth I couldn't help but stare at his crotch and at what looked to be a sizeable bulge forming there. Before long the joint was gone and I was horny as fuck. I looked him in the eyes and smiled as I reached out and started to massage his cock through his jeans. When he smiled back at me I knew it was on. I dropped to my knees, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans then pulled them and his boxers down to his ankles. His cock sprang out like a fucking jack in the box and bitch slapped me in the face. He was rock hard and I was impressed. He had a thick, cut, 9-inch pole that was just begging to be deep throated. Damn I thought to myself, when I saw what a fat cock he had, my jaw is going to be sore tonight. He grabbed my hair firmly in one hand and pulled my head back while he used his other hand to guide his cock across my lips. When I started opening my mouth to take him inside he pulled his cock away and shook his head no. He was teasing me and letting me know that he was in complete control and I was fucking loving it. He continued rubbing his cock all over my face and lips while I gave him a deep ball massage for a few minutes until he finally positioned himself to enter my mouth. I looked up at him and he smiled as I opened my mouth to take him in. He inhaled sharply and groaned as I starting sucking hard on his swollen head rolling my tongue around and around the rim of his helmet and fluttering it side to side across his sensitive tip. I was just getting warmed up sucking his cockhead when I felt his hand applying pressure to the back of my head encouraging me to take him into my throat. I looked up to make eye contact with him as I prepared to take him down. I've always had a small, tight throat and a tight opening to it and it took me a lot of practice before I was able to take a big fat cock all the way down it. I maintained eye contact with him as I punched him through the opening and slowly started to take down inch by inch. I could tell by the surprised look on his face and the grunts and groans coming out of him that he wasn't expecting my throat to be so tight. I took it nice and slow not wanting to make him cum too soon. When I got him all the way down so that I was banging my chin on his balls I held him there allowing him to wallow in the sensation of having his big dick completely engulfed inside my esophagus. I worked him slowly up and down pulling back until just his head was in my mouth and frantically sucking and licking it for a few seconds before cramming him back down my throat. I sucked him like that for a while and I was surprised that he hadn't started gushing cum yet. Just as I was getting ready to start sucking him like a jackhammer and finish him off I felt his hands take a firm grip on either side of my head. He immediately started pumping hard and fucking my throat for all he was worth while I played with his balls. My heart started racing because I knew he couldn't last very long like that. After about a minute of hard, manic face fucking I felt his balls tighten up in my hand and he looked down at me with a look that said you're about to get your reward for blowjob well done. With a loud grunt his body started to spasm and his cock started erupting cum like a geyser. His first bomb went off halfway down my throat and his next one in my mouth filling it with hot, gooey, sticky, salty and delicious cum. He tried to use his third blast to give my face a cum shower but he had too much power left and it went sailing over my head and into the wall. He adjusted his aim and jacked out another couple shots covering my face and hair with cum. As he finished I took his head back into my mouth to suck any residual come out of his hole and I looked up to find him with a stupid, satisfied grin on his face. He then looked at his watch and thanked me but said he had to go. As he got dressed he told me not to worry that he would be back later that night to finish what we started. I couldn't wait.