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Debt Owed Ch. 01

By: 8Seconds



Stuart Martin owed me money, a lot of money--$100,000 to be exact. He was a salesman, on the road a lot, with a nasty gambling habit. He and I had been friends since high school, which was why I loaned him the money he needed to help him purchase a particular house he and his wife wanted two years ago. She thought he got the loan from the bank. He was suppose to pay me back fully within three years by making monthly installments—and I wasn't even charging interest. As I said, this is year number two and I haven't seen a penny of the money. My inquiries into the whereabouts of the money got me apology after apology and promises that he would begin paying very soon. 

My patience was finally gone. My inquiries turned into threats and finally my threats had turned into my deciding to take some action. 

I had only been to his house once, which was when he bought it. That was the first and only time that I had met his wife Margaret Jean. Though I had never met them, he had two beautiful daughters, Leigh and Emily, 19 and 18 respectively. I doubted Margaret Jean would recognize me and knew the girls would have no idea who I was.

I knocked on the front door of Stuart's house. It was answered by, as I found out later, Emily. She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, stood at about 5'4 and probably didn't weigh 115 pounds. 

"Hi," Emily said having no idea who I was, "May I help you?"

"Yes, hi, I am Joe Smith. I am here to see your dad. Is he home?" I asked knowing full well that he was.

"Yes, he is here. Come in and I will get him for you," she said turning, "DADDY!" she hollered.

"Yes dear!" I could hear him holler back. The typical suburbia family!

"A Mr. Smith is here to see you," she replied.

There was silence. And then he appeared, "Joe! I am so surprised! Good to see you," he said grabbing my hand to shake it, acting as if we were best friends from years ago, "Please excuse my daughter. She tends to be loud sometimes," he said laughing still shaking my hand. I could tell he was nervous and was stunned that I was at his house. 

"Come on back to my office. Would you like something to drink?" he said out of courtesy versus actually caring if I needed something. I replied that I didn't.

We reached his office and he quickly closed the door, "What brings you to the neighborhood?" he asked laughing nervously. He offered me the seat in front of his desk, but I went around and sat in his seat behind the desk, sitting my rather large black bag down next to the wall, setting the tone for the meeting. 

"Stuart, cut the shit! You know why I am here," I began quickly, "Where's my fucking money?"

"I I I I, Joe," he stuttered, "You know I don't have that money right now. I swear I will get it to you soon!" he continued stuttering, continuing to laugh nervously.

"I am sick of waiting, Stuart. I have waited for two years. You can give me $68,000 right now and I will leave without further trouble," I replied. That was the amount that I should have gotten by the two year mark. 

"Sixty-eight thousand!!!...I don't have that kind of cash here!" he replied, the laugh gone and dread setting in.

"Fine then, per our agreement, I am going to take over ownership of the house. You and your family have thirty days to get out," I said getting up from the seat. When I gave him the money we drew up an agreement that if he defaulted repaying me, then the title to the house would revert to my name.

"Joe, you can't...there must be something I can do to buy some more time. Please!" he said, by this time begging.

I stopped and sat back down, "We may be able to work something out, but you MUST do exactly what I tell you, without hesitation or I will leave and you will have thirty days to get out as I said before."

"Fine. Great! Whatever you say," he said relieved.

"The first thing you will do is call your wife in here. You will tell her where you got the money and of our little agreement," I began.

"What!?! Joe! Please, you can't," he began. I immediately stood up and moved towards the door, "NO! Wait! Okay!" He begged, "I'll go get her. Please don't leave."

"One more fuck up Stuart, ONE MORE, and I am out of here. Do you understand what ONE MORE means? Whatever I tell you to do, you will do it immediately! Understand?" I said gritting my teeth, relaying that I was getting very pissed.

"Okay. I understand," he said moving out the door, "MARGARET!" he called from the doorway to his office in much the same way Emily had called him from the front door.

"WHAT?" she replied from somewhere in the house.

"Come to my office," he replied moving back to his seat, leaving the door ajar slightly. When she entered the office he told her to close the door.

"Margaret, do you remember Joe?" Stuart said re-introducing us. "Yes, I remember him. Hi Joe, nice to see you again," she said extending her hand for a shake. 

Margaret Jean was fifty years old. She was about 5'9, 120lbs, with shoulder length, slightly curly, blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a long-sleeved, button down sweater and khakis, with black shoes. Her breasts didn't show much through the sweater and looked to be B cup, though it was hard to tell. 

She sat down in the chair next to Stuart and he began, "Margaret, there is something I have to tell you. Joe here loaned me $100,000 to help purchase this house..."

She cut him off, "I thought you got that loan from the bank!"

"I know that's what I told you..." he began again.

She was pissed and cut him off again, "Why would you lie to me about that?"

"I don't know hunny. I'm really sorry. I know I shouldn't have," he continued, "When Joe loaned me the money, he agreed to let me pay him off over the course of three years, with no interest. The only thing was if I defaulted on the loan repayments, he would then own the house..."

She cut him off again, this time standing up, "WHAT! Stuart! And I guess you haven't been paying him?!"

He looked down at the carpet and said barely audible, "No."

"So, Joe, you are here to take our home?" she asked then looking at me.

Stuart cut me off, "No, he agreed to give us some more time."

"Is that true," she asked, "You are going to give us more time?"

"That all depends on you two," I replied.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, as Stuart already knows, I am here to collect. Be it that you don't have the $68,000 that you owe me to this point, I must collect in other ways."

"Sixty-eight thousand...Oh my," she said looking back at Stuart, "I can't stand to let you take my house. What can we do?"

"Well, first of all, you MUST understand that whatever I decide, you MUST do it without any hesitation at all. Any hesitation and I get up and leave. You will then have thirty days to move out," I told her the same as I told her husband earlier. "We don't have anywhere to go! What would we do? We don't have the money to get a house even half this size," she said as she begin to cry.

"Margaret, I don't plan on taking the house. I feel confident you two will cooperate," I said trying to make her feel better, "the very first thing I want you to do is go to the bathroom and fix your make-up. You are a beautiful lady and I don't want to see you crying."

"Okay," she said getting up. 

When she was gone, I looked at Stuart and said, "Before she gets back in this room, I want you over here sucking me off."

"WHAT!?!" he said looking as if he were struck by a bullet. I shook my head and rose to leave. He figured it out immediately.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry! I will!" he said rushing around the side of his desk. I spread my legs giving him full access. He unzipped my pants and took out my flaccid, eight inch cock. 

"I have never done this before," he said defeated. 

"That's okay. I am sure you will learn quickly," I replied. He tentatively licked the head of my cock and then slowly sucked it into his mouth. 

The desk was long enough that it concealed Stuart in his kneeling position from anyone opening the door. So when Margaret Jean reentered, she didn't immediately know where Stuart was.

"Where's Stu..." she said as she walked to her seat before seeing his head bob up briefly.

"Margaret, make sure that door is locked," I replied.

"You are a sick, sick man," she said furiously while locking the door.

"Sit down and shut the fuck up," I said, voice rising, "You people owe me almost $70,000 RIGHT NOW. Now, I don't think you two have much leverage at this point. We can either do what the FUCK I SAY or I can leave and take the house in thirty days--Your choice."

"I'm sorry," she said after a moment.

"Absolutely no more outbursts from either of you. You will do exactly what I say immediately! Understood?" Margaret Jean nodded yes and Stuart hummed it. 

I looked back at Margaret Jean and was cut off by a knock at the door, "Mom, dad, Leigh and I are going out. I am staying at Sarah's and she at Erin's," Emily said through the closed door.

"Okay. Be careful," Margaret Jean replied. The front door slammed shut and we were instantly all alone.

"Great. We have the house to ourselves," I began, "Now, Margaret Jean I want to see if you are naturally blonde."

It took her a second to understand what I was saying. She slowly stood. By this time, my dick was getting really hard. Stuart wasn't able to take it in his throat and quite frankly he sucked at giving head. I was enjoying watching his wife squirm while her husband was sucking me off. I lifted him off the floor and made him sit down on my lap. I began rubbing his chest and stomach. He was overweight and going bald, like most fifty year old men. 

Margaret Jean slowly unbuttoned the top button on her sweater and continued all the way down. She briefly held the sweater closed before dropping it off her arms and onto the floor. She had on a regular white push-up bra. 

I nodded for her to continue. As she was I unbuttoned Stuart's shirt and took it and his t-shirt off leaving him naked from the waist up. I continued playing with his chest and stomach, tweaking his nipples periodically. Margaret's eyes were riveted to what I was doing to her husband.

She reached behind her and unclasped the bra and allowed it too to slide down her arms and off. 

"You have some really nice tits, Margaret," I began, "Let me see your bra."

She handed it to me, "38A. I thought they were a little smaller. Great little nipples too. I guess the sweater threw me a little. Does Stu here ever play with your tits anymore?"

"That's none of your business!" she replied.

"EVERYTHING is my business. Any THAT, my friends, is the last straw. I can either leave right now, or you both agree to a punishment. Choose!" I said loudly.

"Punishment!" Stu said immediately.

I looked at Margaret for her answer and she too choose punishment.

"Very well. The next time will be the end of this and I will take over the house," I again threatened, "So, Margaret, I asked a fucking question."

"Yes, sometimes. We don't have sex like we used to," she began.

"Have you ever had sex with anyone else other than Stu here?" I asked.

"No," she replied.

"Wonderful!" I said, "You may continue."

She slipped her black shoes from her feet revealing her stocking covered feet. She reached for and unbuttoned her pants and pushed down the zipper. She pushed her pants down to her knees and then let them fall the rest of the way down. She stepped out of them leaving her in stockings and panties. 

During all that, I had unsnapped and unzipped Stuart's pants and pushed them to the floor and off his feet. He was sitting on my lap in nothing but briefs and had a raging hard on. She couldn't see the hard-on because I had my hand in his underwear playing with him. 

She pushed the stockings down her legs and off. She had on a pair of white, 'granny panties.' 

"Turn around so I can see your ass," I demanded. She did as she was told giving me view of her panty covered ass. It wasn't the best ass in the world, sagging just a little, but for fifty, it wasn't bad. I then told her to turn back around and finish undressing.

She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushed them to the floor revealing her thick, blonde bush. 

"I see that you are a natural," I teased, "Come around here." She came around the desk and stood in front of Stuart. I pushed his underwear to the floor, then moved my hand from his dick.

"I don't know whether he is horny from watching you strip or me play with him," I said laughing. Stuart's dick stood at maybe 5 inches, probably 4 ½ . And again like most people our age, he had more pubic hair than hair on his head. 

I slide my belt off and handed it to Margaret Jean, "You have the opportunity to punish him for all of this. It's absolutely your only chance. Take it or leave it."

Stuart froze at the sight of the wide, thick, black, leather belt. For the first time, it looked like Margaret was smiling—though only a little.

"Stuart," she said forcefully, "Get around to the other side of the desk and lean over it."

He looked at me for help, "Don't look at me Stuart, you got yourself into this."

He slowly got up and did what she said, "Spread your feet and hold on to the other side of the desk. If you let go, I will start over."

"How many licks darling?" he asked scared to death.

"However many I decide!" she said and almost immediately landed the first SLAP right across both of his overweight ass cheeks.

"OUCH!" He hollered grabbing his ass.

"That lick doesn't count!" she said calmly, "Grab the desk."

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP and on it went for seemed like forever. Her face was locked and determined. She put as much force behind the licks as she could causing her small tits to giggle each time. 

She said it was twenty-five licks. I have no clue. But however many it was, it had him sobbing like a child.

"I'm sorry Margaret," he said through tears when she finished.

"I'm sorry too," she replied, "When we get out of all this, we are going to do all the finances together. Everything you do that has anything to do with this family, I will get a say in it too."

"Okay, baby. That's fine by me," he replied through the tears.

"Okay, enough of the family moment shit," I began, "Let's move to the bedroom." This drew a moan of dread out of Margaret.

"I know I didn't just hear someone act as if they didn't want to do something I told them to do did I?" I said almost rhetorically but it drew a quick response.

"No, no. We are going," They said almost in unison.

I was the last one to leave the little office. I watched Stuart's red-sagging ass as he moved down the hall to the bedroom. I was hardly interested in it other than for humiliation purposes. 

Once in the bedroom, I ordered Margaret into a chair and Stu onto the bed. 

"Stuart, have you ever slept with another woman?" I asked knowing the answer.

"Yes. Several," he replied.

"When was the last one," I asked. He and Margaret had been married for twenty years and I knew he had cheated on her, "Sandra Harvey in college was my last."

I moved onto the bed and between his spread legs and asked, "Have you ever been with another man?"

"Of course not!" he bellowed.

"Do you want to be with me Stuie?" I asked playing with his name.

"No! Errr... yeah sure," he said stumbling over his words not knowing the right answer. I began playing with his little pecker.

"I don't see how you can please Margaret with this little bitty thing," I said shaking it.

I got off the bed and begin stripping, "She's never been with anyone other than you Stuie, so she knows nothing more!"

When I pushed my boxers to my knees, my 8 inch erection stood proud. Margaret gasped out loud, "Never seen one so big huh Margaret?"

I turned to Stu, "Your husband has had it in his mouth. Have you ever sucked your husband's dick Margaret.?"

She hesitated, "A few times."

"Did he cum in your mouth?" I asked.

"No. I wouldn't let him. That's disgusting," she replied.

"So much you haven't done Margaret," I replied looking at her beautiful naked body. I then retook my position on the bed between Stuart's spread legs. He knew what was coming and begged for me not to.

"Joe, please don't do this. I have never done anything like this. I'll do anything else. But not this," he begged.

I looked down at him acting like it pissed me off, "You don't WANT to have sex with me Stu? For seventy thousand dollars, you won't give me a piece of your man pussy? What's more, it doesn't matter if you WANT to or not, you should ACT like you like every one of my ideas and actions. If I want to fuck your ear, you should let me WILLINGINLY! Do we understand each other?" I said as I placed each of his feet over my shoulders. I pushed his knees back until I thought he would pull every muscle in his body. 

"Margaret is going to put the head of my dick at your asshole. Come on Margaret," I said looking at her. She slowly got up from her chair and moved over to the bed. For the first time, she touched my cock placing the head at the entrance to her husband's virgin puckered hole. "Stand right there Margaret and watch me take your husband's cherry," I said pushing into his rectum—dry. He screamed out in pain. 

"Please stop! It hurts! You are tearing me open!" 

I continued to plunge into his ass until I was balls deep. I motioned for Margaret to sit back down and then I leaned over and whispered, "Oh, yeah, and that little lie you told about your last fuck, that's going to cost you dearly. You'll know when it does and if you don't go along with it, the deal is off and I take the house."

"Okay," he whispered back.

I raped Stu for about fifteen minutes before I knew I wouldn't last much longer. He too had a raging hard-on. But I was ready to cum too early to get him off—which was the plan, I didn't want him to get off—at least not yet. I pulled out of his ass and came all over his belly and dick. My first spurt even made it to his cheek. 

"Looks like Stuie needs some relief. I wonder if Margaret does?" I asked looking at her, "Come here Margaret!" 

She got up from the chair and moved to the bed, "Stuie, check and see if your wife needs some relief."

He moved his hand to her pussy and easily pushed his finger into her dripping snatch. He, and quite frankly I too, was shocked. Her juices were all over his finger.

"Let me taste," I said grabbing his finger and plunging it into my mouth. I then grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into me for a nice, long kiss knowing that she could taste her own arousal.

"I want both of you to go to the bathroom, wash and shave. I don't want either one of you to have any pubic hair at all. Margaret, I want you to shave everything but your head. You will probably need each other's help when it comes to the area around your assholes. Now, get to it and Stuie, no jacking off or any other kind of sex."

Naked, they turned to leave the room. Stuart's belly hung further out than his little, rock hard penis—a rather funny scene. Margaret, on the other hand, was really pretty. I couldn't wait to get to know her a little better. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

Debt Owed Ch. 02



I gave the defeated couple a few minutes to themselves before I decided to join them in the bathroom. That gave me a chance to help myself to some soda—the one Stuart offered me earlier that I declined. I then sat on the sofa and watched a little tv.

I entered the bathroom to find Margaret Jean shaving Stuart's asshole. He was bent over at the waist as far as he could go and she was on her knees carefully getting as much as she could. From my vantage point, it looked like she had already been shaved. 

"There, finished," she announced after a few minutes. I could see Stuie's puckered anus winking back at me without any problem. From her position on the floor, Margaret was looking directly at my cock, which was still recovering from fucking her husband. She quickly stood up. I took her in my arms and pinned a deep kiss on her lips. We stayed that way for a good two minutes, all the while my hands squeezed her ass cheeks. 

When we broke the kiss, I slapped Stuie's ass and declared it was time to wash. We all stepped into the shower. I ordered them both to wash me and soon I was also washing Margaret's breasts—the first time I had touched them. I could tell she enjoyed my attentions and soon I had her pushed up against the wall making out with her again. I continued to kneed her tits with my left hand as I slowly moved down her body with my other. I stopped at her bellybutton briefly before moving down to her shaved pussy. I played with her clitoris for a moment and then pushed one finger into her pussy.

"My, my, my Margaret, you are tight. I thought you said that you had sex every once in a while. Even with that little dick, it seems you would be more open than this," I said pulling out. 

"We don't have it as often as we used to," she replied.

The shower ended without anything significant happening. 

As we were getting out I said, "By the way, Stuie, as you have figured out, I have renamed you. However, anytime I use your real name, Stu or Stuart, you will immediately begin sucking me. I don't care where we are or who is around. Understand?" 

He nodded his head affirmatively, "Same goes for you Margaret if I say 'Margaret Jean.'"

She too nodded affirmatively, "Great, now, I want the both of you to go have sex!"

They both looked at each other and quickly went to the bedroom. I walked back to the office and got my big, black bag. By the time I had gotten back to the room—not five minutes later—Stuie looked like he was going to have a stroke. His face was beet red and the veins in his neck were sticking out. He came not two minutes later. 

"That was interesting," I commented, "Seven minutes, is that a record?"

No one replied. Stu rolled off Margaret and blew like a beached whale. 

I called Margaret over to me. She got off the bed and stood in front of me as I pulled out a 5 inch dildo and the strap-on holster. 

"This dildo is about the size of your husband's cock—length and girth," I said holding it up, "I want you to use it on him."

She gasped, "I can't do that!"

"That's another punishment or either I can leave—choose," I said angrily.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said taking the strap-on from me and putting it on, "Punishment."

They had no idea what they were getting themselves into with all those punishments that were adding up. 

When we had gotten the strap-on adjusted, I lubbed it up with some KY jelly and helped her onto the bed. At this point, Stuart was sound asleep and had no idea what was about to happen.

I helped her pick his legs up and put the phallus at the entrance to her husband's asshole. She looked at me as if she needed instructions, "You saw how I did it and you have felt him fuck you. You do it the same way we do."

That was all it took. She plunged forward sending the five inches of man-made dick into her husband's already abused asshole. He was asleep no longer.

"AAWWWOUCH!" he hollered trying to sit up and expel her from between his legs. But I was already waiting on him. I sat my spread ass cheeks squarely on his mouth and demanded that he rim me while his wife fucked his man pussy.

"Stuie, that dildo is the size of your cock. You can now see for yourself what Margaret is soon going to experience," he had already quieted down, realizing that the dildo was nothing like my cock. The difference in size and the realization that once I fucked his wife she would never like his little cock again hit him like a ton of bricks.

I reached down and began jacking him off. It wasn't long before the dildo helped me bring him off. 

"It looks like Stuie here is turning on us Margaret," He was totally embarrassed from having to eat out my ass and having cum to a hand job from a guy and a dildo in his ass.

After everyone settled down for a few minutes, I decided to really lay down the law.

"Okay. I will be staying with you and your family for a few days. I don't care what you tell your daughters. However, they will stay here every night from now on until I say otherwise. We will all eat supper together as a family, every night—no questions. If they disobey, then they will have to be punished. I haven't yet, but I will fuck Margaret whenever I want too. Stuie, you will go to work like normal—except for tomorrow—but I will fuck you when I want too. As for your punishment, and you two have several coming, I will and you two will, do with your daughters what I choose—if anything. If they need to be punished, and I so choose you will allow me too do so."

They both gasped at that last one, "Please leave them out of this," Margaret begged, "We will do anything."

"You are already doing everything I want. You have nothing more to give. If you don't like my rules, then you can either pay me or I can leave and take the house. At worst I will force you two to fuck their brains out. I may not do anything to them. I don't know. It depends on their parents. However, SOMETHING is going to happen to them since their parents have already fucked up several times," I reminded them both as I continued, "Stuie, when you get home from work, you will immediately put this on," I threw him a three inch butt plug, "No exceptions. Margaret, you can wear normal clothes around the house, shopping, and whatever else I allow you to do, but you will not wear any underwear. And, regardless of what I do or what happens, you two will have sex every night—with each other," I added that last part for emphasis, "First thing tomorrow when the girls get back, we will have a family meeting and you will inform them of my stay. Stuie, you have tonight to figure out a reason and tell us in the morning. You will then make sure they don't have anyone coming over anytime tomorrow and that they don't have plans AT ALL all day. Our first supper will be tomorrow, so I want it prepared by all. As if you haven't already figured it out, Margaret and I will be sleeping in the master bed. You can sleep where ever you like."

I lubbed the butt plug up before I gave it to him. He grimaced as he bent over and slid it in. He looked like he had a corn cob stuck up his ass—I guess he did, sort of.

"You better get used to it between now and tomorrow. The girls will sure have a lot of questions if you walk around like that," I taunted him, "Stand there for just a minute and get used to it."

I then turned my attentions to Margaret Jean. I had waited all evening to fuck her and now I needed to in the worst way. I approached her and wrapped my arms around her waist. Without much prompting, she leaned in for the kiss. I rubbed her smooth back and shoulders moving slowly down to her ass. I moved us to the bed where I laid her down. By this time, Stuart was watching. 

I moved Margaret up the bed to give me a little more room. I pushed her legs open revealing her beautiful freshly shaven, blood engorged mound. I ran my finger down the length of her slit before spreading her pink lips open revealing her vagina. I leaned down and licked her from bottom to top. Her entire body shivered from the touch.

"Hasn't Stu eaten you before?" I asked.

"No," she whispered. 

That was all the information I needed. I plunged my tongue deep into her pussy. Her moans became cries as I lapped at her like a kid eating candy. I divided my time between her pussy and clit, trying to get her as aroused as possible but not wanting her to come. All the while my free hand was squeezing and pinching her tits and nipples. Finally, I could stand it no more. I looked over at Stuart and saw that he was watching. I then moved my body forward, my hard-on 8 inch cock in hand. I didn't want to hurt her so I simply pushed her legs open to the side. I then placed the head of my cock at her opening, looked into her eyes and slowly pushed in. 

She was as tight as a virgin. I moved slowly, giving her a chance to get used to my size. Soon I was fully inside of her. I laid down on her and kissed her cheek before slowly beginning to fuck her. I could see her initial discomfort turn into pleasure and soon she was humping me back. 

To a casual viewer, it probably looked like two lovers having sex versus someone being raped. Before long I had propped myself up and began to really fuck her. Her legs were wrapped around my back and within several minutes she had a mind-shattering orgasm. Her nails dug into my back and neck—her primal screams making my ears ring. I was eventually fucking her like a man possessed. She came one more time before I finally pushed in as far as I could and released my man juices deep into her cunt. 

I stayed in her until I fell out. Both of us breathing deeply. Stuart was still standing there watching, not saying a word.

"Ah Stu, from now on, you will make sure that no cum goes wasted. So you will come clean us both up," I ordered, "Ladies first."

He walked slowly and painful to the bed then climbed between her legs and cleaned the now dripping cum from her pussy. He then moved between my legs and sucked the by now dried juices from my limp cock. 

"That'll be enough for tonight, Stuie. Goodnight," I said shooing him away.

I reached over to Margaret and pulled her into the spoon position and told her night.

Morning came too quickly for the three of us. When I rolled over, I could hear the shower running and surmised that it was Stuart—Margaret was still fast asleep next to me. I awoke Margaret with a kiss to the forehead and directed her to the bathroom. When I slid the shower curtain back, I immediately noticed that Stuart hadn't forgotten to wear his butt plug!

"I am going to leave you two alone to discuss what you are going to tell the girls. I am sure they are going to be home in the next hour or so—it's almost noon," I informed them not knowing if they realized what time it was.

In the meantime, I went out to my vehicle to grab my clothes and moved them all into the guest bedroom. I then decided to take a shower in the other bathroom. When I had finished showering and drying off, I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped into the hallway. I almost slammed right into Emily. 

"OH! Mr. Smith! I'm sorry! I didn't see you coming out of the bathroom!" she said embarrassed, trying to steal glances at my well-toned chest.

"That's quite alright. Emily, correct?" I asked knowing exactly who she was.

"Yes, that's right," she said as she disappeared into her room attempting to answer the phone that was now ringing. I then went to my room and proceeded to get dressed.

An hour later, Leigh, who I had yet to meet, arrived. She was slightly shorter than Emily, even though she was a year older at 19. She stood at 5'2 and weighed about 100lbs. She had blonde, curly, shoulder length hair and blue eyes. 

I was sitting in the living room watching television when she arrived.

"You must be Leigh," I said as she walked into the living room. She was looking inquisitively at me from the moment she walked through the door. 

"Yes. Who are you?" she asked.

"I am Joe Smith. Your dad and I went to high school together. At about the same time, Stuart appeared from the main hallway.

"Leigh, meet Mr. Joe Smith. He and I are old high school buddies," he said once again laughing nervously.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Smith..." she began.

"Joe! Please, call me Joe," I said cutting her off.

"Okay, Joe, nice to meet you," she said as her cell phone began to ring. She left the room jabbering away to whoever it was.

"So, Stuie," he flinched at the name looking down the hall to see if anyone heard.

"Can you please say Stuart or Stu in the open like this?" he begged.

I thought for a moment, "No. You don't want me to use your real name do you?" I teased referring to my demand that if I ever used his real name he would have to immediately suck me off without hesitation.

"No, no I don't," he said defeated.

"So, Stuie," I began again, "What have you and Margaret decided?" He proceeded to fill me in on the details.

"Girls!" Margaret Jean called as she walked into the living room. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt and blue jeans. 

"WHAT?" Two voices answered from somewhere in the house.

"COME TO THE LIVING ROOM!" Margaret Jean called back. A few seconds later, Leigh and Emily appeared. 

"Girls. Sit down for a second, we need to talk," Stuart said taking over. The two girls continuously looked in my direction while they took their seats on the other sofa, "Girls, you both have met Joe. He and I were buddies in high school. He will be in town for the next couple of weeks on business and needs a place to stay. So he will be crashing in our guest room during that time."

"Cool," one of the girls said.

"Your mom and I want you to get to know him a little bit. So if you have any plans for today or tonight, please reschedule them. We would like you to be at home for the rest of the day," he continued.

"But daddy! I have plans to go out with Tommy!" Leigh began whining.

"Yeah, and I was suppose to go back out with Sarah!" Emily piped in whining just as much.

"Girls!" Margaret chimed in, "You do all those things all the time. Joe just got here and we need to make him feel welcome."

I was enjoying the whole high school buddy/ on a business trip game Stuart and Margaret were playing. They had indeed put some thought into it. 

"Your mom and I hoped that you two would cooperate with us on this one," Stuart continued, "It's just for one night. I am sure Tommy and Sarah won't have a heart attack without you for one night."

After a moment, both girls agreed to stay home without any more arguments. 

"One other thing," Stuart said stopping them as they rose from their seats, "We are going to have supper tonight, together. Girls, you are going to help your mom prepare the meal. She will let you know when to begin the preparations."

The girls looked at each other with a 'WHAT THE FUCK' expression, but said nothing as they left the room. 

After I heard two doors slam shut, I said, "That was a nice story about me and the business trip. That part is pretty much correct.

"Margaret," I continued, "You will make sure that your daughter's are wearing nice clothes—not fancy, but not everyday crap either. And you two will follow the same dress code."

"MOM!" One of the girls hollered just as she whipped her door open.

"Coming!" she replied.

I decided to get up and take a piss. The bathroom was just across the hallway from the room Margaret had just entered. I could hear the heated discussion and was thoroughly surprised.

"...Why are you wearing my jeans! They are too tight on you!" one of the girls said loudly.

"Leigh, most of my clothes are in the wash and I had no other choice!" Margaret replied, and I could tell she was just a tad bit rattled by her daughter's observation.

"And so I guess that explains why you don't have a bra on? Why didn't you borrow a bra? You have before!" Leigh continued her verbal onslaught, "Take down your pants and let's see if you have some thongs on. My bet is that you don't, and if you don't that means you have no panties on because in those tight assed jeans you would have a panty-line if you were wearing those granny panties you normally wear! Is it something about JOE," she emphasized my name, "that's turning you on?"

"How dare you!" Margaret said loudly followed by a SLAP sound. Crying followed, "Leigh Martin, you will not talk to me like that no matter how old you are." 

I heard the door knob jiggle slightly giving me just enough time to duck into the bathroom. The bathroom was dark—being that I hadn't used it yet—so Margaret didn't see me through the slight crack when she leaned her head out and called for Stuart.

Stuart came within a few seconds and entered the room. He left the door ajar just enough so that I could see what was going on. Margaret told him what Leigh had said to her.

"Leigh Martin, you will not talk to your mother that way," both Stuart and Margaret looked at each other. I could tell that they were both recalling what I had said about punishing the daughters if need be, "I don't care if you are 19 or 29. As long as you live in our house you will treat us with some respect." Stuart continued as he unfastened his belt and pulled it off. My cock got instantly hard. By this time, all the commotion had drawn the attention of Emily who was in the next room.

She walked to Leigh's bedroom door and leaned in, "What's going on?" 

"Go back to your room Emily," Margaret said loudly. 

"Fine!" Emily said turning to go back to her room.

"Daddy, what are you going to do with that belt? I am 19 years old. You can't whip me!" Leigh stammered.

"Oh yes I can. Take down your pants and panties and lean across your bed, now," he demanded.

"I will not!" She replied now crying.

"You are just making it worse on yourself! Now do it!" he demanded in a louder voice than before.

She briefly looked at her mother as if she were looking for some sort of way out but finding none. She was crying even more than before and reached for the button to her jeans. She unbuttoned and unzipped them and pushed them to the floor. Her ass was pointed right at the door giving me a fantastic view. She had on a pair of black lacy panties. She quickly pushed them to the floor leaving her milky white ass cheeks on full display. She was a small girl and her ass cheeks fit her perfectly—a little more than a handful on each cheek. 

She laid across the bed as she had been instructed and Stuart proceeded to lash her with his leather belt—10 licks.

When he was finished, she stood up sobbing and reached over and gave her mother a hug—blue jeans and panties still wrapped around her ankles, "I'm sorry momma. I won't say those things again."

"I'm sorry too," Margaret replied.

"Leigh, you are grounded for two weeks. No cell phone, no regular phone, no leaving the house, or anything else unless I or your mom approves," Stuart continued, "You will also wear whatever your mom tells you to tonight at supper."

She just nodded her head, while redressing. By this time I had a helluva boner and needed relief. Stuart and Margaret left the room and as luck would have it, Margaret came towards the bathroom. She opened the door and turned to close it as she flipped on the light. I was behind her instantly, reaching around her waist and putting my hand over her mouth.

"Lock the door," I whispered startling her. When I heard the door lock, I whirled her around and pulled her in for a kiss. The whole time, my hands were all over her tits.

"I like how your little breasts sway under this t-shirt," I teased, "They must be very noticeable."

"You saw all of that!?" she asked realizing that I had.

"Every bit of it," I replied, "Have you ever seen your daughter naked before?"

"Of course I have," she replied.

I reached down to unbutton and unzip her jeans and ripped them down to her ankles. Then without warning, I pushed two fingers into her sopping wet cunt.




Debt Owed Ch. 02



"It must have been the whipping she received that's gotten you so worked up, right?" I observed continuing to tease her. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and pushed them into her mouth, "Or you must enjoy seeing your daughter naked."

She gasped, "Of course I don't."

I put my foot on her jeans and pushed them down allowing her to step out of them. I pushed her against the bathroom sink giving us a fantastic frontal view. I had her place her hands palm down on the sink. We both looked into each others eyes as I pushed her t-shirt up giving me total access to her dripping wet pussy. 

I put the head of my cock at her entrance and before I could push forward, she pushed backwards. I looked in the mirror to see a smile on her face. I began fucking her back. The sounds of my balls and the front of my hips slapping her ass echoed throughout the bathroom. My hands played with her tits under the t-shirt, pinching and squeezing her nipples.

"You liked seeing your daughter whipped didn't you? Her little ass turning red from those licks—that turned you on didn't it?" she humped me back harder, "You also liked seeing her shaved mound, knowing that yours was exactly the same!" she kept fucking me, her face registered a looked of intense determination, "Have you ever thought about what Tommy and she does when they are alone? I bet he fucks that little cunt JUST like I am fucking your cunt now!" her breathing was now labored and I knew she was close, "I wonder what she would do if she were forced to fuck a real man's cock? What would she do if her mother had to lick her little snatch when that real man finished!" Margaret Jean came in a shattering orgasm. I put my hand over her mouth to keep her as quite as possible. I rode her wave cumming with her. For what seemed like five minutes, but it was more like one minute, she was in female heaven!

"Th, Th, That was great," she said turning and kissing me.

"Yes it was," I replied.

"Joe," she paused, "I know you are going to do something to my daughters. Just don't hurt them."

I looked at her, "I will do to them only the things that pleasures them—whatever I do."

She smiled, "Okay. I can live with that."

She finished her business in the bathroom. But I wouldn't let her leave with her jeans. She had to walk out of the bathroom and all the way down the hall to her bedroom before she was safe from discovery. 

To Be Continued...



Debt Owed Ch. 03



After I had cleaned myself up as well as possible, I went back into the living room. I heard the door to Emily's bedroom open and heard her enter the bathroom and turn on the shower. When I was sure she had gotten in, I eased down the hallway and into her room. 

It was a typical teenage girl's room. Pictures of guys adorned the walls. A bulletin board with what seemed like hundreds of pictures of her and her friends were tacked to it. I approached her chest of drawers and opened the top one. She had a few folded shirts in that one. The middle drawer held some other garments like gloves, scarves, and other accessories. The bottom drawer had a lot of notebooks, papers, and several cloth items stuffed into the back corner. I removed what turned out to be a wadded up t-shirt revealing a plastic zip-lock bag. Pulling the bag out, I saw what appeared to be at least an ounce of marijuana. 

Smiling, I put the bag in my pocket and closed the drawer. I was sitting on the couch when Emily emerged from the bathroom—a towel wrapped around her body barely making it to mid-thigh and a towel wrapped around her hair.

I stood and said, "Emily, just a second."

"Yes," she said a little hesitant to carry on a conversation at that moment in what she had on.

"Earlier, while you were in the shower, your mother told me that I could find a pen and a notebook in the bottom drawer of your chest of drawers," I lied. Her breathing immediately slowed and instantly I could tell that she was wondering if I had found her stash. I reached in my pocket and continued, "While I did find what I was looking for, I also found this," I handed her the bag of marijuana.

"You shouldn't have gone through my things," she began before I cut her off.

"I wasn't exactly going through your things and even if I were, it wasn't as if you had it well hidden," I added.

"Are you going to tell my parents?" she asked now very worried, "They would absolutely kill me."

"We will talk about it later. For now, it will be our little secret. You just remember what I am doing for you by keeping my mouth shut," I replied.

"Thanks Joe. I really appreciate that," she said, her spirits lifting immediately, "I have to go get dressed to help mom in the kitchen."

She turned and closed the door to her room. I decided to walk out on the back patio to take in some fresh air. I had been in the house all day and was tired of being cooped up. I opened the patio door and stepped out onto the brick deck that ran around the pool. The nice swing seat I was planning to sit in was occupied by Leigh, to my delight.

"Hello, Leigh. What brings you out here?" I asked her sitting next to her.

"Not much. I was just getting out of the house," she replied, "I'm tired of being here already!"

"Something bothering you," I asked nonchalantly, attempting to act as if I knew nothing of what happened earlier.

"No," she replied quickly while turning to look the other way.

"You know Leigh, I have two daughters of my own," I lied, "The oldest is 17. I know when something is up with you young ladies. Why don't you just tell me—it'll make you feel better by getting it off your chest."

Then her cell phone rang. She jumped at the sound and quickly turned it off. I looked at her, and she at me, both knowing that she wasn't suppose to have the phone. 

"I thought I heard your mom say something about you not being allowed to use your cell phone," I said in a low, deep voice.

She said nothing.

"How about we make this our little secret, BUT ONLY IF you talk to me about what's wrong," I continued.

She looked at me briefly and said, "Mom and I got into a fight earlier. I said some things I shouldn't have—but they were true—and then dad jumped in on her side without listening to me and now I am grounded for like two weeks."

I noticed that she had left out the whole part about having to drop her pants to take a butt whipping.

"Sometimes, though it sucks, we have to do what we're told to do or act a certain way. And sometimes we have to respect people we don't necessarily want to respect at a particular time—maybe ever," I offered.

She looked at me, "The fight was sort of about you."

I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing.

"I think mom likes you," Leigh continued, "She did not have a bra on earlier and she ALWAYS wears a bra. And by the looks of the jeans she had on, she didn't have any panties—unless she had MY thongs on because she doesn't own any thongs."

She paused, "Joe, do you think my mom is pretty?"

I was taken aback by the direct question, "Well, to be honest, I do."

"Do you think I am pretty?" she continued.

"Leigh, darling, I think you are absolutely beautiful," I replied.

"Oh, you are just saying that, but thanks anyway," she said giggling a little.

"Leigh, I think you look like what your mom probably looked like at 19 with a few exceptions," I added.

"Oh? What are those exceptions?" she asked quickly. She could tell that I was a little uneasy with the prospect of answering, "Please, Joe, I promise I won't be upset or anything. Just be honest—you wanted me to talk, now I'm talking."

I couldn't argue with that, so I said, "Actually, I think you are going to be prettier in the face than your mom. You have dimples on both cheeks—like your dad. You have a cute smallish nose and little ears that add to your beauty. You have a beautiful smile and a contagious laugh. And..."

I tried to catch myself but that last 'and' slipped out.

"And???" she asked.

"And...welllll, I hope you don't think I am a bad person for saying this. I am simply answering your question."

"Okay, I promise I won't be upset," she replied.

"You have a great ass and your breasts seem to already be larger than your mom's—both assets you already have over your mom's," I replied sort of sheepishly, not knowing how she would react.

She was quite for a second looking directly at me, "Wow. No one has ever told me all that before. And if I don't say so myself, Joe, you have a nice ass yourself!" she said giggling. 

"So you have checked out my mom?" she asked.

"Of course! I am a man aren't I?" I replied laughing.

She laughed back. I turned my body more towards her and leaned over her pressing my lips to hers. It was sudden and without any prior indication whatsoever. She returned the kiss for a few moments and then pushed me away.

"Joe! I I I I don't know what to say! Er, ah, I have a boyfriend. But," she continued to stutter and stumble, "I'm soooo sorry if I led on that I wanted you to kiss me."

"Leigh," I said cutting her off, "I should be the one to apologize. I just got too carried away in our conversation. I'm terribly sorry."

"Don't be sorry, Joe," she said hurriedly, "It was nice. That was the best kiss I've ever had."

I leaned towards her again, this time reaching around her and pulling her close. We kissed again, only she moved around in front of me and took over. My hands moved to her back, caressing it through her tight, dark blue Abercrombie t-shirt. Soon my hands moved down to her ass. I had a cheek in each hand, squeezing and pulling them as much as possible through tight blue jeans. 

Finally I sat her back down next to me, though we continued to make out.

"Tell me more about what happened," I said as I began to explore her small tits. 

She looked at me and hesitated, "Well, when dad got in my room, mom told him what I said. He got really angry and told me to drop my pants and panties and lean over the bed. I couldn't believe it! He had NEVER whipped me!" 

She said this as my right hand moved between her legs and cupped her 19 year old pussy through the tight jeans.

"Leigh, are you a virgin?" I asked.

"No," she replied.

"How many people have you been with?" I continued.

"Just Tommy. We have only been together three times," she replied.

"Has he ever gotten you off?" 

"No. I usually finger myself when I get home," she replied.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" I asked.

She immediately said no. "Have you ever thought about trying it one day?" I continued.

She paused as if she were thinking, "Yes, I have thought about it. But I could never do something like that."

I continued to squeeze her pussy through the blue jeans and rub her tits. We made out like two high schoolers for about another ten minutes before she decided it was time for her to go get dressed to help with supper.

Before she got up I said, "Leigh, this whole conversation stays between us."

She nodded yes.

"I won't tell your folks about the cell phone either," I continued, "And since you can't hang out with Tommy for the next couple of weeks, why don't you and I hang out. I am sure I can get your parents to ease off the grounding if need be."

She smiled and said, "That sounds like fun."

"Great, then, you are my date for the next few weeks. When and where ever I want you, right?" I asked.

"Sure!" she said smiling. She turned and walked into the house.

Dinner finally rolled around. Leigh and Emily were both wearing mid-thigh skirts. Leigh was wearing a blue jean skirt while Emily was in a khaki colored one. Leigh wore a tight, red short sleeved shirt and Emily was in a long sleeve, dark colored fleece type shirt—no doubt she had a push-up bra on because the plunging neckline showed more cleavage than I imagined she had naturally.

Margaret Jean was in khaki pants and a light blue, light sweatshirt top. Stuart had dressed in a white, long-sleeved button down shirt, black business pants and a tie. I had chosen to wear a black blazer with a long-sleeve, grey, button-down shirt, tie, and khakis. 

When everyone had gotten seated, I remarked, "Everyone looks so wonderful. The food looks great as well."

"Let's eat," Stuart said following me immediately.

The meal went well, though I could feel a bit of unrest amongst the group—of course there would be. I had drugs hanging over Emily's head and then, well, of course, you know the rest.

"Okay, everyone go to the living room. Let's let our food settle for a moment!" I suggested, "We'll clean up the kitchen in a few minutes."

As everyone moved into the living room, I grabbed Leigh and said, "Do you want to get back at your mom for earlier today?"

She didn't immediately reply, seemingly attempting to wrap her mind around what I just said, "Yeah—that would be nice." 

"Okay, great. When we get into the living room, do EXACTLY what I tell you—don't hesitate. Okay?" I asked making sure she understood.

"Yes!" she said smiling, but having no clue as to what I was going to do.

I took a seat on one of the sofas and Leigh plopped down right next to me. Stuart was in the recliner and Margaret Jean and Emily were on the other sofa. The only thing between the two sofas was a nice, thick rug that covered ¾ of the room. We all watched the television for a moment before I began.

"Margaret, stand up and drop your pants," I said as nonchalantly as I could. Everyone froze, except Margaret Jean who stood up, unbuckled her belt, unsnapped and unzipped her khakis and pushed them to the floor. Of course she had no panties on because I told her not to wear them. But her daughters didn't know that, nor did they know that she had a shaved pussy.

"Mom!" Emily beat Leigh to the punch, "you are shaved?!? Oh My God!" 

"I KNEW YOU DIDN'T HAVE PANTIES ON TODAY!" Leigh shouted.

"QUIET! I hollered. Everyone settled down, "Now, Margaret, turn and lay across Emily's lap with your ass pointed this way—I was sitting directly across from Emily giving me a perfect view of her ass and her peaking pussy. I unbuckled my belt and handed it to Leigh, "I didn't like the way you punished Leigh earlier and now I am giving her a chance to get you back."

By this time Margaret was bent over like I had ordered. She had her face in Emily's skirt covered crotch. 

"Stuart," I called. He froze knowing what that meant, "NOW!"

He didn't hesitate further. With all eyes on him, he got out of his chair and dropped to his knees between my legs. He unzipped my khakis and pulled out my throbbing cock.

"Daddy! What are you doing!?!" Emily said stunned. Leigh's mouth was hanging open, equally stunned.

"He's doing what he enjoys most," I said this as he devoured my cock. 

"That's sick!" Emily replied making a face.

"It's not so bad," I replied enjoying the feeling of Stuie's mouth around my cock. For a moment, Leigh watched her father take my cock in his mouth. I'm not sure if it was my cock she was fascinated with or her father sucking it or both. She soon snapped out of it and began to wear her mother's ass out. She had received ten licks, Margaret Jean received twenty.

I watched as Leigh turned Margaret Jean's milky white ass cheeks and the tops of her thighs into streaks of red.

"Everything I said was true and you still let daddy whip me!" Leigh shouted when she was finished.

"Calm down, Leigh," I interjected, "Let that be the end of it."

She quieted down, "That's enough for now Stuie." He stood up and moved back to his chair, wiping the spit from his lips and chin, "But you should go ahead and strip."

I ordered Margaret Jean to sit on my lap. She had nothing but that little fleece type shirt on, which covered nothing from the waist down. When Stuart finished stripping, I immediately ordered him to bend over. 

"Stuie, show everyone your little surprise," I taunted him. He looked at me for just a second with a face that begged me not to make him, but he soon relented and turned. He bended at the waist and pulled both ass cheeks open revealing to his daughters the butt plug that he had been wearing. 

"What is that?" Leigh asked. Emily was just as uncertain about what it was.

"It's a three inch butt plug," I answered them, "About as long as my pinky finger." I held up my finger.

"That doesn't hurt?" Emily asked.

I looked at Stuart for a response and he responded saying, "You get used to it."

I leaned over to Leigh, who was sitting next to me and whispered for her to go get my black bag. She returned a minute later. I opened it and pulled out a dildo harness and an 8 inch dildo.

"That isn't what I think it is, is it?" Emily asked looking at the plastic phallus. 

"What do you think it is?" I asked her.

"A dildo?" she answered with a question.

"Yes my darling, it's a dildo and this is the harness for it," I replied, sliding the dildo into the harness. I looked at Stuart who was jacking off slowly and watching me with worry lines all across his forehead. I handed the strap-on to Leigh and had Margaret Jean move from my lap. I then stood up. 

"Emily, come here," I ordered her. She hesitated a moment before doing as she was told. When she was standing in front of me, I placed my left hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss.

She immediately pushed me away, "What the hell are you doing?"

I glared at her, "You WILL NOT make that mistake again Emily!"

She stared at me for a moment as I moved to pull her in for another kiss. This time she didn't push me away. I kissed her lips and then her cheeks, to her ear and whispered, "Remember our little secret. Let's keep it a secret."

She got the message. I stepped back from her and looked her beautiful 18 year old body up and down.

"Emily, have you ever had sex?" I asked suddenly.

Her eyes got wide, registering her shock at the question, "Ah, NO!"

"Have you ever let a boy touch you in any way?" I pressed.

She paused, "My last boyfriend and I touched a little."

"What's a little?" I asked quickly stepping towards her wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Well, it was on top of our clothes. He touched my breast..." I put my hands on her breasts and began squeezing them.

"Like this," I said squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples.

"No!" she said slapping my hands. I glared at her. 

"It wasn't that much, just a little feel," she replied.

"What about your ass?" I asked suddenly moving my hands down to her skirt covered ass.

"Yes, he touched me—just a squeeze though," she added.

"Anywhere else," I asked raising my eyebrow.

"NO! That's it," she replied.

"Did you ever touch him?" I continued my questioning. Stuart continued to jack off and I had noticed that his little cock was pretty hard.

"Well, uhmm, yeah. I felt his ass a little," she said hesitantly.

"Is that all?" I pressed.

"He grabbed my hand once and pressed it to his thing," she replied after a moments hesitation.

I bursted out laughing, "His 'thing'? It's a COCK. Say it!"

"CCCCock," she repeated blushing.

"That's what you will call it from now on," I replied, "Have you never seen a naked man other than your old man here?"

"No." she replied looking at the floor.

"Enough of all this jabbering," I said pulling her chin up to force her to look me in the eyes, "Emily, it's time for you to see a real cock. Take off my clothes."

She was completely stunned for a moment, not moving a muscle. I repeated my command before she finally moved to pull my blazer off my shoulders and down my arms. Slowly, she loosened my tie and took it off. Then my shirt, t-shirt, and pants followed leaving me in nothing but boxers. 

"That's enough for the moment. Take your seat," I told Emily. I turned to Leigh and pulled her in for a kiss—not the first one for us on that day. She quickly responded kissing me passionately back. I moved my hands down to untuck her shirt and pull it over her head. I then reached behind her to unclasp her bra. 

She looked at me as seductively as a 19 year old girl could and allowed the straps to fall down her arms while holding the cups to her tits. She then let first her left bra cup fall and then the right. I reached out for the bra. 

"32B. I guessed correctly, you do have larger breasts than your mom--though barely!" I smiled at her. I then unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt which then allowed me to slide them down and off her legs. She was sitting next to me in nothing but a light blue cotton low-rise thong. She looked delicious! 

Stuart's eyes were riveted on his daughter's nearly naked body. 

"Margaret Jean, stand up, take your shirt off, and stand in front of Leigh," I ordered.

She did what she was told exposing her size 38A tits to the room. She was now completely naked. 

When she was on her knees I said, "Slide Leigh's panties off."

Leigh lifted her hips to allow her mother to do so exposing Leigh's shaved pussy, "Like mother like daughter," I said referring to both of them having completely shaved snatches, "Now Margaret Jean, I want you to lick Leigh's pussy."

"Joe!" they both said at the same time, "I can't do that!" Margaret Jean finished the statement.

"You will do it NOW!" I screamed, "I am sick of hesitation! That's another punishment Margaret Jean!"

Margaret Jean immediately began lapping at her daughter's pussy. For a moment, Leigh didn't respond. But soon her head rolled back onto the back of the couch and her eyes closed. Soon her breathing began to labor as she reached out and pulled her mom's head even further into her snatch. 

Stuart was jacking off really fast by this point, grinding his ass into the chair—seemingly trying to push the three inch butt plug even further into his ass.

Soon it became obvious that she was about to cum and so I stopped them.

"NO! I was almost there!" Leigh said snapping her head up.

"I know you were. Patience my darling," I said handing her the strap-on. I helped her put it on, "Looks funny having a dick doesn't it?"

She giggled looking down on the phallus attached at her pussy, still exhausted from her near orgasm, "Yes. It's funny looking."

"Stuart," I said calmly, "Lay down on the floor."

He got up from the chair and did as he was told, "Pull your legs back."

Everyone in the room was transfixed on this naked fifty year old man holding himself open at the knees. 




Debt Owed Ch. 03



"Leigh, get on your knees between his legs," it still hadn't dawned on her what was about to happen, "Margaret Jean, assist your daughter. Emily, come here."

They did as they were told. I patted my lap indicating that Emily should sit there. I had just taken my boxers off—I was totally naked. Just before she sat down, I bunched the hem of her khaki skirt at her waist—exposing her khaki colored, satin, high-cut panties. She was as red in the face as a person could get from embarrassment. I wasn't completely hard at this point, but hard enough that she felt my cock press into her backside as she sat down on my lap. It wasn't until Margaret Jean had pulled the butt plug out of Stuart's ass and put the head of Leigh's dildo at the opening of his asshole that it occurred to her what was going to happen, "Oh my God!" Leigh said stunned, "You are making me fuck my daddy's ass with this thing?"

"Of course darling and you are going to like it," I added.

Emily was just as stunned, "I can't believe this is happening! Won't that hurt him?"

"No darling. He's going to like it," I replied.

"Just go slow Leigh," Margaret Jean coached, "It works just like when you and Tommy have sex, only you are in your dad's butt instead of a vagina."

Leigh looked at her mom, "What makes you think Tommy and I are fucking?" 

"I I I I just figured you had," Margaret Jean replied trying to think of something to say.

Leigh slowly pushed the cock into her dad's ass, "Lay down on him Leigh," I ordered when she was in as far as it would go. She laid down on him and began rubbing his chest.

"I'm trying not to hurt you," she said to her father. He just grunted. She looked down and saw that his dick was as hard as a rock and said stunned, "You like this? You do don't you?" 

"Play with his dick as much as possible, Leigh," I said.

She took his dick in her hand and began tentatively playing with it. When Leigh had pushed as far in as the dildo would go, I moved my hands under Emily's fleece and bra to cup both breasts. She wasn't expecting my sudden move as was apparent by her sudden intake of air. I gently squeezed her tits and softly flicked her nipples.

"No one's ever done this before, huh?" I whispered in her ear. She just shook her head no as we watched Leigh fuck their father. Stuart had wrapped his arms around Leigh, pulling her to his chest. Her cute ass continued pumping away. By this time Stuart's face was red and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

I called Margaret Jean over to Emily and me, "Take down Emily's panties."

Emily jumped at my words, "It's okay, baby. You'll like this."

Margaret reached under Emily's skirt and pulled down her panties. Emily wasn't shaved. Her well kempt dirty blonde pubic bush matched the hair on her head. I stroked my hand through her bush, pausing to tweak her clit. I then opened her pussy lips and dipped a finger just inside. "Someone is wet," I said, "Margaret Jean, you know what to do." She immediately moved between Emily's legs and began to eat her out. I pressed my finger to Emily's mouth and forced it in.

"Have you ever tasted yourself?" I asked.

"No," she said around my finger.

"I bet you taste similar to your mom!" I said smiling. I didn't get that last statement out of my mouth good before Stuart came. It looked like he was going to crush Leigh, he had his arms wrapped tightly around her back, pressing her to his chest. Soon, he calmned down, releasing his grip on Leigh, allowing her to pull out of his ass and roll off. When she sat up, everyone could see her daddy's white cum juices all over her stomach and chest.

"Clean your daughter off, Stuart," I ordered. I went back to kissing Emily's neck and ears, while gently caressing her breasts. I slipped my hand behind her to unclasp her bra. It hung loose inside her shirt, making it easy for me to get to her tits. She was in heaven as her mother ate her pussy—the first person to ever do so--while I expertly played with her tits.

I watched as Stuart laid Leigh on the floor and began to lick his cum off her chest. Some of it was on her left tit. He lightly licked it trying to get the cum off but it required more than just a little lick. He then sucked her tit into his mouth for a moment—which did the trick, but now Leigh's tits were as hard as erasers. He moved down her stomach, licking and sucking, thoroughly cleaning the remnants of his cum off. 

"Fuck her Stuart," I said seeing that his dick was getting hard again. He froze and looked at me. It looked as if he was going to say something but caught himself. Margaret Jean had stopped eating Emily briefly when she heard what I had told Stuart to do. She turned to watch as her husband lined his dick up with her eldest daughter's pussy and pushed it in. 

"Oh god!" Leigh said sucking in some air. She had been close to an orgasm earlier when her mother was eating her out. Her dad began pumping his cock into her harder by the second. Soon, he was red in the face and blowing like he was about to have a heart attack. Leigh let out a scream and clawed into his back and neck, coming on her dad's cock. 

As she began to cum, I knew he was almost there too, "Leave it in her Stuart. Cum in your daughter's pussy."

Even in her state of bliss, Leigh heard and understood what I had just said, "NO! He doesn't have a condom on!" 

Everyone was watching the scene as Stuart held Leigh's arms down to the floor keeping her from pushing him out. He pushed as far as he could into her before unloading his potent baby juices deep into her unprotected womb.

He stayed in her until he plopped out, finally rolling off of her to lie beside her. Leigh was crying, scared to death that she was pregnant. I pushed Emily off of me and moved beside Leigh on the floor.

"It's okay baby!" I tried to comfort her, "You most likely aren't. And if you are, we will take care of it. You don't have anything to worry about."

I patted her face and pulled her up to give her a huge. She stopped crying and looked up at me. I leaned down and gently kissed her lips. We kissed for several minutes before I decided to move on. I stood up and faced Emily. I reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. The bra, which I had already undone, came off with the shirt leaving her cute tits exposed. I looked at the tag on the bra.

"36B. That's interesting. You are the youngest at 18, yet your breasts are bigger than your older sister's and your mother's. Well, that means you are the head lady of the household—it's a little quirk of mine. Whoever has the largest breasts is the head lady. So, that means your mother has NO say over what you do. You control both of them and they are at your service whenever you want them to be—sort of like if you were the parent and they the children, I explained."

"Cool," she said smiling.

"Now, Margaret, go clean your husband's cock off. Don't do it for free though!" She quickly moved to her husband, straddled his head, and dropped her pussy on his face. This woke him from his little post-fuck slumber. She grabbed his flaccid cock and put the little thing in her mouth, sucking and slurping the remains of her daughter's pussy juices.

I unsnapped and unzipped Emily's skirt, the zipper and button were on the side. The skirt easily fell to the floor leaving her completely naked.

"You are absolutely beautiful, Emily," I said kissing her cheek. I pressed my palm onto her pussy and squeezed, "I want you to do to your sister what your mom is doing to your dad."

She looked over at her mom and dad and then back at me. Hesitantly, she moved into position. Leigh watched as her sister's hairy pussy settled just inches above her face and then all at once fell to within tongue's length above her mouth. She was staring right at her sister's tiny asshole. She stuck out her tongue and just barely licked the outside of Emily's pussy. Then, without further hesitation, she buried her face into it. For the first time in their lives, Leigh and Emily tasted pussy. 

I moved behind Margaret Jean and watched Stuart devour her pussy. I was sort of impressed since he had never done that until the past day or so. I put my cock up to his mouth and pushed in. Margaret briefly turned to see what happened to his licking but quickly went back to sucking him off when she saw he was taking care of me. 

"Make sure to put a lot of spit on my cock, Stuie," I ordered.

And he did. When I pulled my cock out of his mouth, it was covered with spit, leaving little spit trails clinging to his lips. 

While he was sucking me, I had begun fingering Margaret's pussy. She was really turned on, allowing me to push three fingers into her pussy. I began rubbing some of her pussy juices around the opening of her pink, puckered asshole. I didn't push anything in—I just coated the outside. When I pulled out of Stuart's mouth, I pushed the head of my cock against her opening eliciting a surprised cry.

"Please, Joe, Please don't go in there! I have never had anyone there!" she pleaded. This drew the attention of Leigh and Emily who stopped what they were doing to watch their mom's ass rape.

"Stuart, suck her clit!" I ordered, continuing to push my 8 inches of manhood into her virgin ass. She continued to plead until I was finally balls deep and had stopped moving.

"Just don't move! Please! Let me get used to it!" She pleaded. But I soon began slowly pulling out, "OH MY GOD! Please, slower!"

Truth was, I was barely moving. I eased my cock almost all the way out of her ass before pushing back into her, "AUGGH!! That hurts SOOO badly! Please, just fuck my vagina!" she pleaded.

"It's a pussy or a cunt, Margaret," I said pushing in a little faster, "Did you just ask me to fuck your pussy?"

I asked the question to have her repeat it so as to make sure her daughters had heard her ask to be fucked.

"Yes! Please!" she continued to beg. But I continued to pump in and out of her ass, quicking my pace progressively over the next ten minutes. Soon, her pleas had turned into soft cries. She had Stuart's cock in her mouth trying to stifle her screams. The vibrations, incidentally, had re-aroused him. He reached down to hold her head onto his cock as he began to pump her mouth. I continued pumping her ass quicker and harder. After about fifteen minutes, I held her hips tightly as I tensed up and blew my load deep into her bowels. When I pulled out, she collapsed onto her husband—he had just cum in her mouth. She was hardly conscious when he did—his dick had fallen out halfway through his ejaculation, catching her on the cheek, hair, and neck. 

I had noticed that the girls had watched the entire rape and had stopped eating each other out, "Girls, you will continue that later. Clean your mother up a little."

They didn't exactly know what I was talking about, "Emily, you will clean your mother's face and Leigh, you will clean her asshole and pussy."

Emily looked perplexed, "Emily, baby, go lick your dad's sperm off your mother's face." This drew a look of disgust, but she said nothing as she moved to do what I said. I held Margaret up and pulled her ass cheeks apart as Leigh stuck out her tongue and licked her mother from the top of her pussy all the way up her ass crack. 

"Make sure to press your tongue into her asshole," I reminded her smiling. She grimaced but did what I said. I looked down at Emily who was licking and kissing her mother's face and neck. 

"First taste of cum, Emily?" I asked knowing that it was.

"Uh huh," she replied. 

"How does it taste?" I continued.

She stopped a moment and smacked her lips, "A little salty, but okay."

Stuart watched from below as his eldest daughter rimmed her mother. He knew it was all his fault and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He just hoped that it would end soon. 

Margaret had regained total consciousness. She and Emily were locked in a passionate kiss for about ten seconds before Margaret realized what she was doing. 

"Oh My God! Emily, I'm sorry!" she apologized almost bursting into tears. 

"Never mind that Margaret," I replied, "You two are going to be doing much more of that. Take her to your bed and get her ready for me," I paused as I looked at Emily, "It's time for you to become a woman."

To Be Continued...



Debt Owed Ch. 04



I ordered Stuart to follow his wife and daughter to the bedroom. I took Leigh by the arm and sat down on the sofa. I reached around her pulling her in for a long, slow kiss. I could readily taste my cum that she had just eaten out of her mother's ass, and a hint of another taste that I wasn't yet familiar with. 

"Well, how was it?" I asked her after breaking the kiss.

"I can't believe you made me eat my mom's ass!" she said immediately, "But it wasn't so bad after I did it for a few minutes. And I never imagined that I would 69 my own sister!"

"I must say," I replied, "That it was a very erotic scene."

She giggled, "I don't know why I am turned on so much by all of this. I should be really freaked out!" She paused briefly and continued, "Joe, when are you going to fuck me?"

I was surprised by the question and replied, "Soon baby--Very soon. I am just waiting for the right moment."

I kissed her on the forehead and continued, "Leigh, who is someone that your parents just don't get along with at all?"

She was silent for a moment, looking at me as if she was thinking really hard about what I had asked, "Well, daddy isn't home enough to have too many people he doesn't like. I can't think of anyone actually. But Emily has a friend named Sarah. Her mom and my mom hate each other. Mom doesn't even like Emily hanging out with Sarah for that reason."

"What happened for all that to come about?" I asked.

"From what little bit I have been told, a few years ago when we moved into this neighborhood, Ms. Susan, Sarah's mom, tried to seduce my dad. Mom caught her in the act, or something like that, and they have been at it ever since. Dad had to sleep on the couch for like a month she was so pissed at him." 

"Tell me a little bit about Tommy," I said moving the conversation along.

"He is so cute. He's tall, maybe 6'1. He's not really big but not skinny either—just right," she answered.

"Have you talked to him in the past day or so?" I asked.

She looked at me briefly and whispered, "I talked to him on the phone last night."

I laughed, "Don't worry about them. You can talk to him whenever you want. Actually, I want you to invite him over tomorrow. I don't want your parents to know though. I'll let you know what time to tell him to get here when I let you call him in a little while."

"They don't like him being over here. Daddy hates him. He says that I can do better," she added.

"I don't care what your daddy thinks. Do you?" I replied.

"No," she said smiling.

I moved my left hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. My right hand was already behind her. I pulled her in close, looking into her beautiful blue eyes, "He was your first lover wasn't he?"

"Yes," she whispered as I dipped my middle finger into her dripping pussy. Her father's cum continued to seep from her. Even though she had just been fucked, her pussy remained very tight as I began to finger fuck her. 

As quickly as I had begun, I stopped and brought my finger to her mouth where she cleaned it off without hesitation. I stood up from the couch and held her hand as we walked down the hallway to the bedroom. 

Margaret Jean was busily eating Emily out, just as I had told her. Actually, I had told her to prepare her daughter for me and since Emily was still a virgin, Margaret must have decided the best way to prepare her was with plenty of lubrication.

"Ladies, are we enjoying ourselves?" I asked as Leigh and I entered the room. Stuart was sitting in a chair simply watching. 

Emily's eyes were closed and her hands had a death grip on each side of the pillow. Her knees were spread, but her feet rested on her mom's back. She said nothing verbally, but she continued humping her mom's face.

I pushed Leigh to her knees and presented my cock. She took the head into her mouth immediately and was soon taking half of it. I was soon pumping my cock into her warm mouth, using the back of her head as leverage--but delicately. I didn't force myself into her throat, however, because I knew she couldn't take it. Leigh did a great job of getting me ready, making me enjoy the show Margaret was putting on more than I had planned. 

"Stuie, come assist your daughter," I ordered. He got out of his chair and dropped to his knees beside his naked, eldest daughter who still had my cock in her mouth, "Leigh, take my cock out of your mouth and put it in your daddy's."

She did as I said, putting my cock to his lips. He opened and took it in. She was within inches of her father as I began fucking his mouth. Initially, I pushed all of my 8 inches into his mouth, nearly choking him to death. But I pulled out somewhat and began to fuck his mouth with long, deep thrusts. 

"Make sure to get it good and wet, Stuie. I am about to fuck your virgin, 18-year-old daughter's tight pussy. I wonder if it is as tight as your ass was," I taunted him laughing. He sucked harder, doing his best. Emily had opened her eyes at some point and was watching me take her father's mouth. But she continued to remain silent.

"That'll be enough Margaret," I said after a few minutes. Helped her from between her daughter's legs and then took her place, "Stuie, you will hold your daughter open and you will place my cock at her opening."

I could tell he didn't want to do it, but he said nothing. I leaned down to kiss Emily on the cheek as her father parted her lips.

"Joe?" she called softly, "Please be easy."

"I will baby," I replied kissing her again softly. I felt her dad grip my cock and place it at her opening. She and I looked each other in the eyes as I pushed slowly into her. There was plenty of lubrication so I had to control the urge to slam into her. As I moved deeper, her breathing softened and her back arched slightly off the bed. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down onto her. I soon came into contact with her cherry. She jumped slightly from the pressure, but I immediately pulled back out to a comfortable position for her. 

"Emily, this is going to hurt for a few minutes. You're just going to have to ride it out, okay?" I said trying to warn and calm her all at the same time. She just nodded her head. I pushed back in until I met the resistance again, only this time as soon as I hit her barrier I quickly pressed deeper taking her. Emily reacted by a quick intake of air but soon went back to what seemed like a deep concentration. A single tear ran from the inside of her eye down her right cheek where I kissed it gently away. 

I continued to gently fuck her for a few minutes longer before I quickened my pace. Her tight pussy was gripping my cock like very few others I had experienced and I was doing all I could to keep from exploding prematurely. I lifted myself off her and pushed her legs back. I began fucking her harder causing her to moan slightly. Her 36B tits bounced beautifully. 

"Margaret, come here," I called slowing down a bit. She came to the side of the bed. I pushed my index finger into her sopping wet pussy, "That's exactly what I thought," I said recalling how she had gotten so wet when Stuart had spanked Leigh the day before (read Part Two). She was too embarrassed to say anything. I picked up my pace once again and soon pushed as deeply as I could, releasing my juices deep inside her previously virgin womb. 

After making sure I had completely finished inside her, I rolled over beside her and looked towards Stuart, who was already licking Emily's cunt. I motioned for Margaret Jean to clean my cock. She licked my entire shaft before sucking it into her mouth. She continued until I began to get hard again—at which time I pushed her off. 

"Leigh," I called. She crawled onto the bed and straddled my waist. Stuart watched as his eldest daughter grabbed my stiffening cock, put it to her pussy, smiled, and sank balls deep onto it. 

She began fucking me as hard as her little body could. I reached to cup both of her beautiful 32B tits, squeezing and caressing them with vigor before pulling her down on top of me. Using her waist as leverage, I picked her body up and pounding her back down on my cock sinking as deeply as I could into her pussy.

"DDDDOOONNN'T SSSTTOOPP," she managed to say as I continued to pound her little body. Stuart could clearly see me burying my cock deep into his daughter's cunt from this angle. To my surprise, his cock was as hard as a rock. I refocused my attention back on Leigh when she began calling my name, slowly at first and then more rapidly and louder. She pushed her arms under my shoulders and pulled herself downward as hard as she could. And then she absolutely exploded, screaming about as loudly as any woman has ever screamed with me-—and right by my ear!

After what seemed like an hour, she finally moved off of me and stood by the bed. She looked around the room as if she were reorienting herself with her whereabouts and then smiled embarrassed after figuring out what had just happened. 

I rolled off the bed and stood next to her, "Stuart, I want you to eat my ass while I speak." He slowly moped around the bed and dropped to his knees. Because I was standing upright, he had to pull my ass cheeks open and push his face between them in order to reach my puckered asshole. 

"The girls are going to sleep with me in the guest room. It's a king size bed, so it will be plenty big. Margaret, you and Stuie here will stay in here and fuck the hell out of each other. Stuie, you can go to work and Margaret you can go about tomorrow like you would normally. You don't even have to wear your ass plug. Margaret, you can wear underwear if you'd like. But at 5pm, everyone will be back here. I will still be here and we will do whatever I want. Understood?"

Everyone nodded yes and we all went to our rooms. I was still looking for some relief since I did not cum in Leigh a few minutes earlier. I directed the girls to the bed laying Leigh down first. I then directed Emily to lie on top of her. 

Leigh got the obvious hint and began fondling her sister.

"Leigh, what are you doing?" Emily began to protest before she was cut off by Leigh's kiss. 

"Just follow my lead," Leigh replied breaking the kiss. By this time, I had climbed onto the foot of the bed. I watched for a moment as the two sisters made love, both pussy's grinding into the other. 

I grabbed some KY Jelly to lube my cock. Then I put my hands on Emily's ass cheeks and pulled them open. Her untouched, delicate flower winked back at me as I pushed my cock against it. With my arm wrapped under her waist, she was unable to move away from me as I push in. 

"Joe! Please stop! That hurts so badly!" Emily cried, turning her head to look back at me. 

"Leigh, I want you to turn your body," I said ignoring Emily's cries. Leigh wasn't immediately sure of what I was talking about until I told her that I wanted her to eat her sister out. Leigh moved under her sister's pussy which put her in great position to watch as I took her sister's ass cherry. To muffle Emily's continued cries, I pushed her head down into Leigh's snatch.

For the next fifteen minutes, I gradually quickened my pace. My hips slapped against her ass cheeks which turned me on even more. I soon slammed into her for the last time, pumping my cum deep into her bowels. 

I pulled out and rolled over onto one side of the bed.

"Leigh, call Tommy and tell him that you want to introduce him to someone tomorrow. He needs to be over here at 10am. Tell him not to be late," I instructed her. 

The next morning rolled around. Leigh woke me telling me that Tommy was waiting for me in the living room. I got up, showered, and dressed before heading out to meet him. As it turned out, Margaret Jean was running errands and Emily had gone out for a while. 

Tommy was sitting on the couch when I walked into the living room. He looked to be about the height Leigh had told me, 6'1 or so, and weighed around 200. He was dressed in baggy jeans and a tight, long sleeved punk-rock shirt. His black hair came down almost completely over his eyes. He looked like a little prick—probably why Stuart didn't want him around.

"Hello Tommy," I said extending my hand to shake his, "I am Joe Smith, a friend of the family."

"Hi," he said in return.

"Leigh, go to your room. I need to speak to Tommy alone," I said without looking at her. Tommy started to protest but I cut him off, "So, I hear you aren't usually allowed in this house." I said 

"Leigh talks way too much!" he growled, not answering me at all.

"Tommy, don't ruin this for yourself. Trust me, you will want to pay attention to what I say from this point on," I said raising my voice to catch his attention.

"Why the fuck would I want to listen to you? You are a total stranger. I have dated her for almost a year and have never heard your name," he snapped back.

"Well, that's because Leigh didn't know me before the other day," I replied, "But we've gotten to know each other pretty well over the past couple of days."

"What is that suppose to mean?" he said catching my snide remark.

"It means nothing to you at this moment," I said moving away from the subject, "Tell me something Tommy, what do you think of Leigh's mother and sister?"

Tommy didn't immediately reply, acting as if he didn't quite understand my question.

"What do you mean, 'what do I think of them?'" he asked.

"Would you like to fuck them?" I said clarifying myself. He stopped moving and looked directly at me.

"What kind of question is that?" he asked stunned.

"What don't you understand about 'would you like to fuck them?'" I replied.

He was quiet for a moment before responding, "Well, I guess I would still fuck her mom—even though she is getting pretty old. But her sister is fine—I would definitely fuck her."

I smiled, "We may be able to make some sort of deal. But you have to do something for me."

He was puzzled again, "What kind of something?" 

"How much do you hate Leigh's dad?" I continued.

Without wasting a second he replied, "I hate that motherfucker. He never lets me come over here and won't let her go out with me. We have to sneak around if we want to see each other. Her mom isn't much better. She caught us at the mall one time when Leigh was supposed to be with one of her friends. She told that fucker of a husband and he grounded her and bitched me out on the phone—told me never to come over here again, ever."

"I bet that really pissed you off," I replied trying to get him really fired up about it.

"Yeah it pissed me off. Every time I fuck Leigh, I just imagine doing it in front of that motherfucker, just so he will have to watch me," he continued to vent his anger.

"Would you like to get him back? Would you like to be able to come over here anytime you want?" I asked.

"How the hell are you going to be able to help that happen?" he asked.

So I told him exactly what I wanted him to do. He couldn't believe any of it would work but agreed to be at back at the house at 6 that evening. 

Tommy remained at the house all that day. I left Leigh and him alone to do whatever they wanted. Emily was out also and Stuart would be at work until five, giving me plenty of free time. 

I decided to take a little walk in the neighborhood—just a short walk to the third house on the right, the home of Susan and Sarah Lofton. I was dressed casually in blue jeans and a nice Polo shirt, and Oakley sunglasses.

The house was a one story, brick building—looked to be around 1200 square feet which included the enclosed carport. I knocked on the door and waited a few moments before it was answered by an averaged height brunette, she was probably around 5'8. 

"Hi, may I help you with something?" the lady asked trying to figure out if she should know my name or not.

"Yes, Mrs. Susan Lofton," I said looking down at a small notepad that I brought along, "I am Detective Joe Smith. I would like a moment of your time. May I come in please?"

I held up a fake police badge that I had purchased on E-bay some weeks ago. 

"Yes," she said hesitantly, wondering what was going on, "You walked?"

"Oh, yes and no!" I said with a short laugh, "I parked down at the Martin's and walked up here."

She smiled back and nodded, allowing me into her house.

"It's about your daughter Sarah," this got her attention and she quickly allowed me into the house.

"May I get you something to drink? Coffee? Tea?" she asked, though clearly worried about whatever it was I had come to tell her.

"No. I appreciate your hospitality. I don't have a lot of time. May I sit down?" I asked moving towards the couch.

"Sure. Of course," she said somewhat flustered at my drive to get right to the reason I was there—worrying her even more.

She took a seat a large chair across from me. As I mentioned, Susan is a brunette. Her hair is layered falling to just above her shoulders. She looked to be in her early-40's, only a few lines blemishing her forehead. 

She was wearing tight blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt under a blue, collared, button-down embroidered shirt. The blue shirt did little to hide the fact that she had some really nice sized breasts under the white t-shirt. From my position on the couch, I would guess that she was an upper D breast size. She definitely had some love handles forming, but her ass and hips were nice and full—typical of a woman her age. 

"So you said you needed to tell me something about Sarah?" she asked nervously as she sat down.

"Yes I do. Is your husband here?" I asked looking around for any signs of a Mr. Lofton.

"Oh no," she lifted her left hand to show me her naked ring finger, "there's only me."

"Very well then," I replied moving on, "I hate to bring this to your attention, but I must. Your daughter and Emily Martin, your neighbor's daughter, were smoking marijuana several days ago just outside the movie theater at the mall. Instead of arresting them, I took their stash," I paused as I plopped down a small bag of marijuana on the coffee table, causing Susan to gasp, "and their names and addresses, promising to speak with their parents."

"When I approached Margaret about it, she blamed it on the bad influence of your daughter and told me that she would take care of Emily. So here I am to inform you of your daughter."

I paused and she said, "Detective Smith, I appreciate you bringing this to my attention. However, I can assure you that my daughter isn't the one that is doing the influencing. If anything, Emily is the one to blame for that. But I assure you that I will take care of Sarah."

I listened, watching as Susan was went from worried, to relieved, to angry.

"Emily and Sarah have been friends since Emily's family moved in a couple of years ago. Ever since then, Sarah has done nearly everything with her and has begun to dress, talk, and now it seems move towards doing drugs just like Emily. I can't tell Sarah not to hang out with her because that will just make her angry at me and she'll do it anyway. The fact is those girls are going to experiment with many things—that's part of growing up. What really gets me is Margaret's attitude about the whole situation—immediately blaming it on Sarah."

Of course I had made the whole thing up, but as Susan got angrier I played along, grimly nodding my head like the concerned cop that I was attempting to appear to be.

She continued, "I wish there was something I could do to get Margaret back for this embarrassment."

I thought for a moment, "I agree with you, there should be something done. Ms. Lofton..."

She cut me off, "Please, call me Susan."

"In return for me not arresting her daughter, Margaret and Emily have agreed to my demands. I am here to give you the same opportunity," I continued, "I am very concerned about drugs in our community, especially in this neighborhood since I live a couple of blocks over, and particularly among our young people. Moving off the subject for a moment," I said abruptly changing gears, "I recall that several of the neighbors said that Margaret and you had a falling out a few years ago."




Debt Owed Ch. 04



Her eyes shot open looking at me as if I had just shot her, "IIII errrr..."

I cut her stuttering attempted reply off, "Maybe there is a way we can use that argument between the two of you to our advantage and satisfy my demand."

She was silent for a moment, her eyes telling me that she liked the way I was going with the idea before asking, "Demands? What? What exactly did you hear?" 

I attempted to appear hesitant to go into detail worked. She assured me that I should say whatever it was that I heard.

"Wwweelll," I began still working the hesitant angle, "I was told that Stuart and you were sort of hitting it off," I emphasized 'hitting it off', using it in place of other terms like 'fucking' or 'running around.'

"That bitch!" she began, "Nothing happened between Stuart and me. I went over there to introduce myself. I was there for no longer than 20 minutes. She wasn't home and so I shouldn't have stayed even that long. But nothing happened. As I was leaving, she arrived at home. I introduced myself on my way out, but I was almost late for meeting so I couldn't stay any longer.

"So, a few days later I tried to catch her at home. Again, she wasn't there—it isn't like I can look in the damn garage to see who's home, it's closed! Stuart welcomed me in happily—if anything, he was the one 'happy'!" she emphasized 'happy,' "I wasn't there for five minutes before she arrived. We were both on the couch and when she walked into the living room he had just put his had on my right thigh--I had no time to make him remove it before she walked in! I had jeans on for goodness sake!"

"Neither of us heard her come in. He jumped when she called his name—as if we were caught doing something. She came unglued—called me a slut and went off on him. She told me to never come back and forbid him from even so much as saying hello to me."

She finally finished her story.

"So, nothing happened at all?" I asked unconvinced that it was that harmless, but acting as if I sympathized with her.

"Nothing!" she said, "But I would love to get that bitch back for spreading rumors all over the place. I don't even know you and you thought he and I had sex! I would go for any idea you may have to get her back for blaming this little smoking episode entirely on my daughter and for her smearing my name like she obviously has over the past couple of years."

I smiled realizing she was really pissed off. I launched into what I wanted her to do. I didn't tell her everything, but she did agree to do whatever I wanted her to do once she was at the Martin's house later on that night. I assured her that if she cooperated, then I would completely forget the little drug incident.

"By the way, we are going to tell Sarah that Emily got caught with the drugs and told her parent's that she gave them to her. And I am not going to mention the movie theater--I am more interested in finding out where they got them. No need to bring up something I already know about," I said mentioning Sarah's direct involvement for the first time and trying to avoid running myself into my own lie.

"I don't want her involved," Susan responded immediately.

"Susan, she must be involved to get me to forget this whole thing. She WAS involved with the drugs after all," I reasoned with her.

As I said this, Sarah pulled into the driveway. 

"I'm glad she's here. You get to talk to her," Susan said standing.

"Remember, we are going to tell her that Emily squealed on her, right?" I reminded her.

"Yes, I remember," Susan replied.

Sarah walked in the front door. She looked similar to her mom with black hair, only it was mostly straight, falling onto her shoulders. Her bangs fell to mid-forehead. She stood at approximately 5'4 and appeared to weigh in the 120 range. She too was wearing blue jeans and a pink, Polo-type three-buttoned collared shirt. She had very nice tits and did little to hide them, unlike her mom, leaving all three of the buttons, unbuttoned. I stood to shake her hand, giving me a great view of her ample cleavage. I would guess that her tits were AT LEAST in the D cup range, but not as big as her mom's appeared to be. Her blue jeans must have been painted on, showing off a nice, rounded, tight ass. Her hips were probably a little wider than she would have liked, but would have turned on any red-blooded American boy.

"Sarah, this is Detective Smith," her mom introduced us as I shook her hand. We all sat down again, "He tells me that he caught Emily Martin with some marijuana and she says she got it from you."

Her face registered a look of immediate shock, "That bitch!"

"No need for the language, young lady," I said trying to sound professional.

"I didn't give her those drugs. She bought them from some guy over close to the river," she replied beginning to cry.

"Have you smoked marijuana with her before?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied now crying.

"There's no need to cry Sarah. I'm not here to arrest you or get you in more trouble. You will do something as punishment, but it won't be bad at all—in fact I want you and your mom to help me punish Emily since it is apparent that she is the one at the bottom of all this."

Susan proceeded to tell her that Margaret blamed it all on her. This drew more cries and cursing.

"I need you two to meet me at the Martin's at 9pm tonight. I have already told your mom the details. Sarah, you can simply dress in regular everyday clothes."

"Okay," she replied nodding, rubbing the tears out of her eyes, "I'm not going to get into trouble?"

"No. Not as long as you and your mom cooperate," I replied, "And I am sure you will. When you get there, don't mention the drugs. If either of you mention them in anyway, the deal is off and I will have to place you under arrest, Sarah."

They nodded that they totally understood.

It was getting close to 5 when I got back to the Martin's. I let myself in the house to discover that, as instructed, Tommy had already gone home. He was supposed to be back at 6. Stuart had called and said he was going to be home at 5:15—he got off early to try to get home on time, but he was stuck in traffic. I didn't mind that he was a little late—he was trying and I am not that much of an asshole.

Emily and Margaret had made it home. Margaret greeted me in living room with a kiss to the cheek. Emily and Leigh did the same soon thereafter. Margaret was already started on the dinner that was supposed to be served at 6 on the dot.

Leigh followed me back to the guest room where I was preparing to get in the shower. She closed the door and took her shirt and bra off.

"I wanted to thank you for letting Tommy come over," she said dropping to her knees. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans before pushing them and my boxers to my knees. My cock was at attention by this time and as she sucked three-quarters of it in her mouth, it grew to full attention. 

Because she was so short, from my standing position I could easily see down her back to her jean covered ass. Her sucking had me turned on and soon I couldn't stand seeing her tight ass in those jeans any longer. 

I began pumping her mouth and between breaths I said, "Leigh, don't stop what you are doing—but I want you to push your jeans and panties down as far as they will go."

She began to suck as best as possible without using her hands—there wasn't much fucking as it was sucking going on, giving me a bird's eye view of her hands moving down to unbutton and unzip her jeans. She pulled the flaps apart and then looked up at me as she pushed her jeans down her legs to her knees. She stayed in the position for a moment giving me an opportunity to drink in her beautiful panty-clad ass. The red and white panties turned me on even more; however, I didn't want to disturb her show so I controlled my urge to deeply fuck her mouth.

She then dipped her thumbs in the waste-band of the red and white cotton panties, pushing them down as far as they would go. I could just glimpse her clit standing at attention from my standing position, but I could clearly see the curvature of her naked ass. She began pumping my cock, once again, with her little hands, working me as best as she could. 

I could hear someone calling her name, coming closer and closer to the closed door. However, I was so caught up what she was doing to me, I wasn't able to pay much attention to anything other than my cock in her mouth. She didn't stop even as the door opened and her father appeared, shocked at what he walked in on. He said nothing as he had a perfect view of me fucking his daughter's mouth—we were parallel to the door. He watched silently as I gripped the back of her head and pushed into her mouth, driving my cock as deeply as I could—cumming down her sweet 19-year-old throat. I pulled my cock out of her throat and left it in her mouth instructing her not to swallow the rest. 

When I was finished, without my prompting, she got up, approached her dad, and kissed him—forcing my cum into his mouth. Without a word, he accepted his fate, cleaning her mouth, swallowing what remained.

See stood in front of him with her jeans and panties wrapped around her knees—naked from there up. 

"Stuart, you have a very beautiful daughter," I said laughing slightly, "she is very good at many things."

I looked at my watch, "It's time for me to shower. Dinner should be ready in thirty minutes."

After I got out of the shower and dressed, I went into the kitchen. Margaret had just finished putting everything on the table as I walked in. 

She was wearing a black, elbow-sleeve, velvet-stretch top. The neckline dipped slightly, but not nearly enough to give away any of her cleavage—though she doesn't have much in any kind of top. She wore a black, grosgrain-trim skirt that came down to her knees, and black leather Mary Jane shoes. Leigh and Emily both had on designer shirts, both tight and long-sleeved, and blue jeans. Stuart was in his business clothes and I elected to wear khakis and a light sweatshirt. 

We had all just sat down to eat when the doorbell rang.

"I wonder who that is. Margaret are you expecting anyone?" Stuart asked putting a big chunk of ham in is mouth.

"I have no idea," she said standing to go answer the door.

"How about letting Leigh answer it," I suggested.

Leigh jumped up and left to answer the door returning a few moments later hand-in-hand with Tommy. He was dressed in his usually baggy, raggedy, sagging pants, boxers hanging out over the waist band and a black, long sleeved, white t-shirt. He was as punk as he could get--just as I had told him!

Stuart almost choked on the ham, "What are you doing here you little fucker!?!"

"You don't talk to him that way!" Leigh screamed back.

"Hold it!" I screamed somehow being heard over the now really noisy room. My voice returning to normal I continued, "We should respect our guests. Stuart apologize."

"What!?" he said dumbfounded, the ham tucked away in the corner of his mouth.

"Don't make me repeat myself, Stuie," I said suddenly very seriously.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry," he said quickly.

"Great! Now, Tommy, you must be hungry," I said looking over the table but seeing no where for him to sit, "We are going to have to make some room. Why don't you take Stuart's seat at the head of the table."

The entire room froze.

Stuart stuttered, "This is my seat."

"Not anymore Stuie," I replied, "Tommy needs somewhere to sit."

"But I am the head of this family..." he began to argue.

"Really? Stuart YOU are the HEAD of this family?" I asked, taunting him, "What does someone have to do to become HEAD of this family?"

"Well, nothing really—I just am. I pay the bills..." and he stopped. I just fell out laughing at the 'pay the bills' part but didn't dwell on that.

"Tell me, besides the bills, what does someone have to do to be head of the family? To get to sit in that seat, Stuie, what does someone have to do?" I pushed.

"Well," he said grasping for an answer, "I am the husband and dad of this family and that makes me the head."

"OHHHH," I said acting as if I had just understood, "So you are the father. And to be father, you are a husband too—which means you have fucked someone at this table, and we know who, to be father. So that must mean that you have to FUCK someone at this table to be the HEAD of the family. So Margaret, stand up, pull up your skirt, drop your panties, and bend over the table.

"Tommy, fuck Margaret Jean and then take your place in the head chair," I said as quickly as I could, putting the long, confusing squence of events together.

"But, but, that's not what I meant," Stuart said trying to stop what was about to happen. Margaret hadn't moved. She looked like she was going to be sick. Tommy, on the other hand, was already naked from the waste down.

"Margaret, I believe I told you to do something," I replied, my voice rising. She looked first at me, then at Stuart, and then back at Tommy—first his face and then his dick, which was at least 6 inches—two inches longer than Stuart's.

Emily had her hand over her mouth, stunned at the sudden chain of events—from about to eat dinner to her mom being ordered to submit to her sister's boyfriend. Leigh didn't have much of an expression, other than just casually watching her boyfriend.

Margaret rose slowly from her chair, moving the chair out of the way. She cleared her area of the table, giving her room to bend over it. 

"Joe, there must be something..." Stuart began again, trying to keep his wife from being fucked this kid he so despised. 

"Shut up Stuart. All you had to do was get up and let Tommy sit there. This is totally your fault," I said without looking away from Margaret who by this time had run her hands under skirt, which bunched it up at mid-thigh giving us a great view of her milky-white thighs. Tommy began stroking his cock as she slid her black matching panties down her legs. 

She slowed leaned over the wooden, kitchen table, placing her chest down before moving her hands to the hem of her skirt. She pulled the skirt up exposing her ass, bunching it up as far as she could until the table restricted her—which exposed her all the way to her mid-section. Without prompting, Tommy stepped between her legs and pushed his dick easily into, as it turns out, her wet snatch.

"So, Margaret, you are wet. You must have wanted to fuck your daughter's boyfriend," I taunted her. It didn't matter if I would have said anything or not. It was obvious to everyone in the room she was wet by how easy he slid all the way in. And if that weren't enough, the squishing sound her pussy was making as he pounded away was easily heard.

It wasn't any longer than three minutes before he came deep into Margaret's pussy. He held it in her until he plopped out—a satisfied look on his face.

"So, Stuie, are you going to let Tommy have your chair," I asked as Margaret lifted herself from the table and began to put her panties back on. Stuart said nothing as he got up and moved his plate around next to his wife. He retrieved a chair from another room, "Before you sit down, how about getting Tommy a plate and something to drink."

He said nothing as he did what I had 'suggested.' We ate in silence, the family bracing for what was coming next.

To Be Continued... 



Debt Owed Ch. 05



We finished the remainder of the meal in silence and everyone pitched in to get the plates and other dishes washed and put away. When it was all finished, everyone moved to the living room to watch a little television. Leigh and Tommy sat on one of the couches. Margaret, Emily, and I sat on the other couch, and Stuie sat in his chair. 

Everyone was watching television and didn't notice me nod in Tommy's direction. He took his cue and leaned over to Leigh, giving her a long, deep kiss. His hands immediately began feeling up her 32B breasts. 

Stuart noticed immediately, obviously, and said, "Tommy, get your hands off my daughter!"

Tommy stopped, looked up, and smiled, saying nothing. He moved his hand down to Leigh's jean button and zipper, taking them both loose. 

Stuart was irate, standing to intervene when Tommy said, "Listen you motherfucker! I want you to stand your daughter up, strip her, and offer her to me!"

"You must be out of your fucking mind if you think I am going to do that!" he screamed back.

"Stuart," I said intervening before things got too much more out of hand, "do what he says, now."

"But, but..." he began to answer back before I cut him off, "Now means now, Stuie, not 'but.'"

He knew he had to do it. Over the past few days a lot had happened, but he really hated what was about to happen. Slowly, he held out his hand to help Leigh from the couch. When she stood, even though they were already unbuttoned and unzipped, her tight blue jeans hardly moved. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, baring a blue full-cup bra. He then pushed her jeans down her legs to the floor, revealing a blue thong with a large white star on the front. 

While that was happening, I had Margaret stand and take her dress completely off, leaving her in a black bra and low-cut, black panties. I slid my hand under Emily's shirt, unclasping her bra and then ordered her to take off her shirt. The bra fell off with the shirt, leaving her naked from the waste up. 

Stuie unclasped Leigh's black bra allowing it to fall to the floor. Because he was so tall compared to her, he had to kneel down to be able to push her thongs down. When she was completely naked, he stood to move back to his chair but was stopped.

"Not so fast, Stuie," Tommy said using my nickname for him. This pissed Stuart off even more, "Strip me."

Stuie stood dumbfounded for a moment. Margaret and Emily froze, momentarily captivated by what was going on. Stuie slowly moved to stand in front of Tommy. Tommy lifted his arms and smiled. 

Stuie, knowing that he had no choice, gave in to the situation and lifted Tommy's shirt over his head. He then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans causing them to fall in a heap at his feet—they were very baggy and had no problem falling off. Tommy's shoes were still on, though, so Stuie kneeled down to untie and slide them off. After he did this, he began to rise to his feet again but looked right into Tommy's tented boxers.

"Ah, Stuie, stay down there a minute," Tommy began, "Pull my boxers down and enjoy the treat inside."

I looked at Emily, noticing her chest heaving with anticipation—her nipples stood as long and as fat as pencil erasers. I had her stand in front of me, facing away, drop her jeans and panties to her ankles and sit on my now rock-hard dick. I began fucking Emily, as she watched her dad take her sister's, boyfriend's cock in his mouth. I left Margaret alone to watch her husband being orally sodemized. 

Stuart licked and lightly sucked Tommy's 6-inch phallus. But Tommy was having none of the playing around, grabbing Stuie around the back of the head, slamming his cock down his throat.

"That's right, Stuie," Tommy taunted, "get me good and hard for your beautiful daughter." I was hammering Emily's pussy, picking her up and dropping her back down onto my lap. Her clothes being wrapped around her ankles kept her from being able to spread her legs as wide as she would have liked, but the angle allowed me to plow very deeply anyway.

After a few minutes, Tommy pulled out and said, "Now, Stuart, tell me what you want me to do."

Stuart knew immediately what Tommy wanted to say, but he said nothing. 

"If you don't tell me what to do, I am going to fuck your wife's asshole," Tommy threatened.

Stuart was quite a moment longer before saying, "Tommy, please take my daughter."

"Take?" Tommy laughed, "What the hell is 'take'? Tell me to 'fuck' her"

Stuart paused and then replied, "Please fuck my daughter."

Tommy smiled, turning towards Leigh. Gently pushing her onto the couch, he spread her legs apart to allow him room between them. Then, he placed his hard cock at her slit and pushed in to the hilt. Leigh let out a gasp, her eyes widening for a moment. Soon, the two lovers were fucking like mad, Stuart standing over them watching in silence. 

It wasn't long before Emily came on my cock, watching her sister get plowed by her boyfriend in front of their dad. Leigh came not long after that, and Tommy soon thereafter. 

Tommy pulled out of Leigh and immediately moved towards Margaret. She moved off the couch and to her knees to accept the cock that had just been in her oldest daughter's pussy. 

She licked his cock and balls clean, and either did a really good job of it or the boy was just flat horny, because he was soon rock-hard again. He allowed her to suck him for a few more minutes before moving in front of Stuart. Without a moment's warning, Tommy grabbed Stuart's cock.

"Looks like someone is on the horny side," Tommy said commenting on Stuart's semi-erect state. 

Stuart slapped his hand away, "Don't you touch me like that!"

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want," Tommy replied ripping Stuart's shirt all the way down, the middle—-buttons popping everywhere, "Strip Stuie."

Stuart was once again speechless. He looked at me as if looking for an ally before realizing that I was still buried in his 18-year-old daughter's pussy. He then looked to Leigh and finally at Margaret.

Finding no help, he dropped the ruined dress shirt on the floor, followed by his t-shirt. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, leaving him in only white briefs. His 4-inch dick remained in the semi-erect state. He hesitated before pushing his underwear to the floor, exposing his smallish penis to his daughter's boyfriend. 

Tommy cupped Stuie's cock and balls, rubbing them gently for a moment. Leigh was mesmerized by the scene that was unfolding. 

"I want you to lie down on the couch. Put your head in Leigh's lap, then spread your legs," Tommy ordered him.

I was thrilled by the way Tommy had taken over. I had given him a rundown of what I wanted but had hoped that he would take it from there and do whatever. He had done fantastic.

Stuart moved to the couch. Leigh had moved to one side of it and opened her legs, allowing her dad to lie his head in her lap. Stuart then pulled his legs open allowing Tommy room to climb in between them. 

"What do you want Stuie?" Tommy taunted continuing to rub his girlfriend's dad's cock.

Stuart hesitated and then said, "I want you to fuck me."

"Fuck you where Stuie?" Tommy continued to taunt.

"Er...I want you to fuck me in my asshole," Stuart replied.

"Where?" Tommy asked again not accepting the answer.

"I want you to fuck me in my pussy," Stuart spit out.

Without another word, Tommy placed his 6-inch cock at Stuie's asshole and then pushed forward, forcing his way into the tight puckered passageway.

"AAhhh, that hurts!" Stuart screamed. That only seemed to make Tommy push harder. 

"This if for all the shit you have given me over the past few months. I will fuck your entire family before all of this is over," Tommy said continuing to drive his cock further into Stuart's ass. Soon he bottomed out and began to steadily fuck Stuie.

Leigh watched as her boyfriend fucked her dad as hard as he could. From her view, she noticed her dad's overweight breasts and stomach bouncing furiously and could just see Tommy's cock disappearing in her dad's ass. 

We all watched as Stuart's cock rose to attention and soon spewed all over his stomach and chest. He was totally embarrassed, not knowing what to say.

Though he had just gotten off, Tommy didn't last much over five minutes, blowing his load deep into Stuie's ass. He pulled out and then moved up Stuart's body offering his now spent dick to Stuart for cleaning. While Stuie did that, Tommy and Leigh made out—all of this going on just above Stuart's head. Tommy moved his hand between Leigh's legs and finger fucked her while her father sucked him clean. I ordered Margaret Jean to clean her husband's spunk off his stomach and chest. 

"Okay, that's enough for one night," I said looking at my watch after I was sure Margaret had cleaned him well enough. It was already 8 o'clock, "Tommy, you did very well. You can come over again tomorrow if you'd like. Everyone here is at your service, whatever you want."

Tommy got dressed, thanked me, kissed Leigh, and headed out.

"Okay, it's time to get ready for bed. I want everyone to get a shower within the hour," I ordered. I hopped in the shower with Emily, fingering her most of the time. I made her grab her ankles before sinking to my knees to eat her ass for a few moments. She had a fantastic ass and I wanted to savor it a moment—she loved every second of it.

I don't know if it's just me but when a good looking woman gets out of the shower, her hair only towel dried and before she puts on any makeup, it's just sexy. Leigh was the last to get out. She and Emily had elected to wear long t-shirts over panties to bed. Margaret, on the other hand, had put on a conservative, light blue pajama set—long-sleeved pajama shirt and pants. The shirt buttoned up the front and the pants were simply elastic. All the women had that wet-hair look to them--absolutely sexy! Stuart had some shorts on over his "tighty-whities." I had put on some blue jeans and a button-up shirt to play along with the whole cop charade I had going with the Loftons. 

Everyone seemed to be pretty tired and was actually headed to bed when the doorbell rang. 

"Who in the world could that be?" Stuart asked moving from the bedroom to answer the door. Leigh and Emily were right on his heels and Margaret was not far behind them. He opened the door.

"Hello Susan, Sarah," he said nodding to them both, "What can we do for you?"

"I thought you would be glad to see me, so I decided to come over," Susan said smiling as she pushed her way past Stuart. 

"What do you think you are doing here, Susan?" Margaret asked. She grew angrier each second Susan was in her house. Sarah was right on her heels, smiling at Emily as she past by. 

"Hello Susan, Sarah," I said warmly as they entered the living room, "Good to see you again." "Very good to see you again too," Susan said smiling.

Susan had dressed in a black dress with a plunging neckline making it very easy to get a big eye full of cleavage. It was a complete reversal from her modesty at her house earlier in the day. The dress barely made it to mid-thigh. Sarah, her daughter, wore tight blue jeans and a t-shirt that did little to conceal the fact that she too had very nice tits. 

"What is it you want, Susan?" Margaret asked trying not to show that she was upset.

"I invited them over here, Margaret," I said cutting off any attempted reply by Susan, "I thought we should all get to know each other a little better. Let's all take a seat." 

I looked over to Stuart who was still standing in nothing but his shorts. He had hardly taken his eyes from Susan's breasts since the moment she walked in the door. Susan noticed, the girls noticed, and Margaret definitely noticed.

I told Susan what angle I wanted her to take earlier in the day. She was a little hesitant at first until I convinced her it was the only way to keep her daughter out of jail. She assured me that she liked the idea and would make me proud.

As soon as we sat down, Susan said, "Margaret, we have hardly had an opportunity to meet each other in the several years you and your family have lived her. I was hoping that we could change that. The girls seem to get along so well. I thought maybe you and I could too. We got started out on the wrong foot. I would like to start over."

"I'm not sure if that's possible," Margaret began before being cut off.

"Let me finish," Susan said interrupting, "I wanted to make another effort to become friends, or at the very least cordial neighbors. That was until I started hearing all the shit you've been spreading about me."

The entire room froze when she said that. She continued, "I am so pissed! Nothing ever happened between your husband and me—NOTHING! But half the neighborhood thinks he and I had sex and the other half thinks we at least got "friendly" for a while. That makes me sound like a whore and I am furious! But, I still think we all should get to know each other better and that's why I am here. I saw Joe outside today and I asked if I could come over and he said we could. So here we are."

She stood up and approached Margaret, "Stand up."

Margaret hesitated a moment and then rose. Margaret, at 5'9, stood just a little taller than Susan, giving her a perfect view of Susan's deep cleavage, which she glanced at when she had risen.

"Do you like my tits, Margaret?" Susan asked noticing Margaret's straying eyes, "Stuart does too."

Everyone looked at Stuart. His little shorts did nothing to hide the fact that he was getting very horny, very quickly.

"Of course I don't like your breasts!" Margaret said stunned and embarrassed.

"Well, it's been a very long time since I have seen some small ones. So please open your shirt so I can see yours," Susan said without hesitation. My cock grew instantly hard and needed instant relief. I motioned for Leigh to come over to me. She knew exactly what to do, taking my cock out of my pants to begin stroking it. 

"I will do no such thing!" Margaret said now furious. 

"Fine, have it your way," Susan replied. In an instant, she grabbed the collar of Margaret Jean's pajama shirt and ripped it downward. The buttons gave way easily. In the same motion, she pushed the now ripped shirt down her arms, and off her body leaving her naked from the waste up, "From this point on, everyone will do exactly what I say immediately or there will be consequences.

"What size are they Margaret," Susan asked now openly and heavily fondling her small tits.

"38A," she said softly, looking at the floor. 

"I'm not sure if my tits were ever this small," Susan said laughing, "Have you ever seen large breasts before?"

"Not since college," Margaret replied, "My roommate had some large ones."

"Were they as big as mine?" Susan pushed.

"No," Margaret replied.

"Would you like to see and touch my breasts, Margaret?" Susan asked knowing full well she didn't.

"Of course not!" Margaret snapped back.

"Well, since Stuart does, I think you should too," Susan replied drawing everyone's attention to Stuart's full-fledged boner. His little shorts barely contained it.

Margaret shot Stuart a 'go to hell' look that almost rattled me!

"Margaret, take my breasts out," Susan demanded. Margaret didn't move as quickly as Susan wanted, "Sarah, take off Emily's shirt."

Emily's eyes widened, "What?!? NO!" "Say nothing else Emily or you will be very sorry," Susan said menacingly. Emily shut up quickly. Sarah was seated next to Emily on the other couch. She simply lifted the hem of the oversized t-shirt, pulling it over her friend's head. Emily was now totally naked except for some white, low-cut panties. 

"Ah, Emily, your tits are larger than your mom's. But they still aren't that big," Susan commented, "Poor Stuart never gets to see real tits. Now, Margaret, lift my dress over my head, now!"

Margaret Jean needed no other prompting. She reached down to grab the bottom of the black dress. She then pulled it up and over Susan's head. She was now wearing a black, half-cup bra that was a size too small, black thong panties, and black panty hose. 

"Why don't you go over there and take Stuart's shorts off," Susan said in a suggestive tone, but we all knew that she definitely wasn't asking. Margaret moved over to her husband, reached down and pulled his shorts and underwear off. His 4-inch cock stood at attention, "My, my, my, Margaret, he sure does like what he is seeing. Why don't we give him more to see? Sarah, take down Margaret's pajama bottoms, and if she has any panties on, take them off too."

I didn't know my cock could get any harder, but at that instant it did. Watching Susan's daughter strip Margaret of her pants and panties almost caused me to lose it right there—I had to move Leigh's had off my dick very quickly.

Sarah had a shit eating grin from the moment she stood up from the couch until Margaret was standing naked before her. Susan moved up behind her daughter and looked at Margaret over her Sarah's shoulder. 

She then cupped both of daughter's tits, squeezed them and said, "I think you should kiss these..." She pulled her daughter's shirt up above her tits and then did the same to her bra exposing her large breasts revealing half-dollar sized areolas and cute little nipples. Her breasts were beautiful, pointing slightly upward.

"Kiss them," Susan demanded.

Margaret was shocked and didn't move.

"Emily, go get one of your daddy's large leather belts," Susan ordered continuing to squeeze her daughter's tits. Sarah turned her head allowing the mother and daughter combo to lock-lips for several seconds. This too caused me to remove Leigh's hand from my cock momentarily in an attempt not to shot my load all over her and the immediate living room area. 

Emily returned a few moments later with one of Stuart's black leather belts. Susan took the belt and folded it in half.

"Lean over the coffee table Margaret," Susan demanded. Margaret already had tears in her eyes, I assume she was remembering the spanking that Leigh had given her a day or so earlier, (See Part three) as well as assuming that Susan would probably have quite a bit more power behind the licks than Leigh.

Margaret slowly bended down over the coffee table which was relatively low, forcing her ass high into the air. The only warning was the split second 'WOOSH' the air made as the leather belt flew through the air just before making contact with Margaret's milky-white ass cheeks. The first lick literally caused Margaret to jump several inches off the ground, her light tears immediately turning into sobs. Susan painted a red trail from the top of Margaret's ass cheeks to the very bottom of her thighs before stopping.

Margaret slowly got up from her position, rubbing her ass the entire time. It was comical to watch the grown woman rub her ass like a little child.

"Now Margaret, I believe I told you to do something," Susan said sliding her daughter's shirt and bra off leaving Sarah naked from the waist up. 

"Susan, throw me her bra," I said calmly. She threw me the bra giving me the first opportunity to find out exactly what Sarah's bra size was. Of course I had been correct. She was a D cup, a 38D to be exact. 

Margaret slowly sank her face between Sarah's tits. Susan had pushed them as close together as possible giving Margaret plenty of cleavage to get lost in. Without being instructed, Sarah cupped both of Margaret's tits and began fondling them. 

I called Emily over to where I was and whispered, "Go get my strap-on," No one noticed her leaving the room nor returning a moment later. Leigh and I watched her step out of her panties revealing her soft thatch of pubic hair. I then helped her put on the strap-on. I told her what I wanted her to do—though Leigh had done it the other day (See Part Three), this would be Emily's first time.




Debt Owed Ch. 05



"Daddy," she called as one of Sarah's hands had moved down Margaret's stomach and onto her clit. Susan had unbuttoned and unzipped her daughter's jeans and had pushed her hand into Sarah's panties—all of this taking place within three feet of Stuart who was sporting a raging hard-on.

"What?" he said without taking his eyes off the scene before him.

"Come get on your hands-and-knees," she said in her sweetest voice.

"What?" he replied now looking at her for the first time and noticing the strap-on. The color drained from his face as he realized what was about to happen. The three ladies had also stopped momentarily to watch what was about to happen. 

He knew he had to do what he was told. Sighing, he got up from the chair, came over to Emily, faced the "action", and dropped to his knees. He still had on his little blue shorts, which Emily slowly pulled down. He picked each knee up allowing her to slide them off. She was now staring at her dad's large, overweight ass preparing to enter him.

As it turned out, though, she was too short to reach her daddy's asshole. So we had to improvise with several of the couch cushions. Once she was in position, I used some KY jelly I had sent Leigh to get to lube up the fake cock.

Emily, his youngest daughter at 18 who until a few days ago had been a virgin (See Part Four), prepared to enter her daddy's tight back-door. Upon my command, Stuart reached around to position the head of the cock at his asshole and then told Emily to push—which she did, and hard.

She sank the dildo in with such speed it surprised even her. Stuart let out a cry that almost made me feel sorry for him. Meanwhile, Susan had repositioned Margaret so that she was sucking her daughter's beautiful nipples.

Susan pulled her hand out of Sarah's pants and placed it at Margaret's lips, forcing them in, "How does she taste Margaret?"

"Okay, I guess," Margaret said scared not to reply for fear of another spanking. I think it's time for you to pay me back for getting to enjoy my daughter so much.

Emily continued to fuck Stuart's ass. His face had turned red and his breathing had quickened. I knew he was about to come. Emily too was rapidly tiring, so told her to pull out. She fell back out of breath. Stuart was hurting but not enough to keep his eyes off the action.

"I think it's time that your oldest daughter did some things for me," Susan said as she turned her attention to Leigh, "Leigh, strip me."

Her demand was out of nowhere. Leigh didn't move for a few moments bringing the wrath of Susan down on herself.

"Young lady, you will strip now!" Susan said loudly, "Then you will do what I just told you to do. After that you will be punished for not doing what I told you to!"

Leigh got it into gear at that point, standing quickly dropping her panties and nearly ripping her white t-shirt over her head. She was completely naked. 

"You Martin women have no tits!" Susan commented looking at Leigh's 30B tits, "Now strip me."

Leigh walked over to Susan and began taking off her black panty hose. Leigh was about to stand back up straight when Susan grabbed the back of her head and smashed it into her panty clad pussy.

"Smell me hunny? Your mom is going to be enjoying that in just a few minutes. Why don't you go ahead and sample it for her," Susan said pulling the front of her panties down revealing her black patch of pubic hair. She held her panties down in the front with one hand while she pushed Leigh's face into her snatch with the other, "Lick it good baby and then go kiss your mom."

She held Leigh there for a few moments before releasing her. Leigh slowly turned to her naked mom where she was continuing to be felt up by Sarah, and leaned in for a kiss. Margaret and Leigh shared a soft, quick kiss which wasn't good enough for Susan. So the two kissed again, only this time it was a nice, long, deep one. Sarah palmed both of Leigh's ass cheeks and pulled them open. While holding them, she pushed the end of her index finger into Leigh's virgin asshole. 

Leigh nearly jumped through the ceiling. Susan and Sarah laughed as hard as they could.

"Okay, now, finish stripping me," Susan demanded. Leigh moved back over to Susan. Susan had a height advantage on Leigh, who stood just barely at the top of Susan's chest. Because of her small stature, Leigh nearly had to hug Susan to unclasp her bra. This, of course, caused Leigh to smash the side of her face into Susan's breasts. 

When the bra fell open, she was staring at the largest pair of tits she had ever seen. She simply stared.

"Like them?" Susan asked noticing Leigh's reaction, "You aren't finished yet."

Leigh snapped out of her momentary hypnosis to push Susan's black panties down her legs and off, leaving only Sarah and me clothed. Susan bent down to pick up her bra and threw it to me. She was a 40DD, with just a little sag. Susan's areolas were smaller than her daughter's, but her nipples were thicker and longer. 

She approached her daughter who continued to finger Margaret's clit and force her to suck her tits. Susan hooked her hands into the sides of Sarah's tight blue jeans. She pulled them and her blue thong panties down together, giving us all an eye full of her daughter's shaved slit. 

I had almost gotten to the point that I couldn't stand it anymore. But somehow, I managed to continue to keep myself under control and allow the chain of events to continue.

"Stuart," Susan called turning to him. At this point, he was sitting naked on the floor against the couch, "Stand up and kiss me."

At this Margaret made a move to stop it, "I can't take anymore of this! Absolutely not!"

This not only pissed Susan off, it pissed me off. Susan beat me to the punch, "Margaret, get on your knees and eat Sarah's pussy or you'll forever be sorry."

Margaret, looking at me and knowing that I was pissed and hearing Susan's tone of voice, stopped and dropped to her knees. Sarah sat down in Stuart's favorite chair and spread her legs allowing Margaret easy access. 

Stuart had already moved to embrace Susan. She and he shared a long, deep kiss while she slowly jacked his still hard cock.

"How long have you wanted me Stuart?" she asked seductively.

"A long time," he said after a moment's pause.

"Oh really?" she said continuing to play with his cock as he kissed and sucked her large tits, "Go lie down in the bedroom and I will be right there."

He didn't run but it was definitely a fast walk to the bedroom. 

"Everyone else needs to go back there too," Susan said a moment later giving Margaret a few more seconds to eat out Sarah's pussy. Everyone moved towards the bedroom.

I grabbed Susan by the arm, stopping her. She already knew what I was going to say and stopped me, "Don't worry baby. I will make you proud." She said this as she grabbed my rock hard cock through my still open blue jeans.

I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. My hands roamed freely over her fantastic body. I was losing control quickly and knew it! I finally pushed away after tasting her sweet nipple. 

She laughed, "Don't worry baby, I won't leave you out!"

"Stuart, baby," Susan said entering the bedroom, "I have been waiting for this for a long time! She sat on the bed next to him and then looked at me to request the strap-on, which I happily got for her. She put it on, still very sticky from Emily's ass fucking of her dad a few minutes earlier. She looked across the room, "Margaret, lie down and spread those beautiful legs."

Stuart's mouth dropped. Margaret immediately got up from the chair she was sitting in and lied back on the bed. 

"Your body looks like a little girl's body, Margaret--such beautiful small breasts, just a little pubic hair, and a small pussy. You look absolutely wonderful. Have you ever had sex with a real woman, Margaret?" Susan said this as she pushed the dildo all the way in Margaret's pussy and then stopped. She lied down across Margaret's body smashing their bodies together and began kissing her face and neck before beginning to slowly and deeply fuck her. 

"No," Margaret said between gasps. Margaret moved her hands up to Susan's back, beginning to caress it. Margaret began moving her hips in sync with Susan's and soon Margaret was completely lost in the sensations. I could tell Margaret was getting close to a shattering orgasm. Her grip on Susan's back tightened. She had also wrapped her legs around her back and had her in what looked like a death grip--her face registering intense concentration.

All of a sudden Susan broke the grip and pulled out. Margaret immediately sat up, "Why did you stop?"

The usually reserved Margaret was, at the moment, unbelievably sexually aroused, and didn't seem to care that she wanted Susan to fuck her some more. 

"Well, you are going to have to do some things before I allow you to get off," Susan said continuously flicking Margaret's clit. She removed the dildo, moved up Margaret's body and sat down on her face, "Eat me out and if it's good enough, I may allow you to get off."

Margaret immediately began licking and sucking Susan's pussy. The slurping sounds was evident throughout the large master bedroom. 

Sarah had sat down in the chair Margaret abandoned a few minutes earlier. 

"Emily," she called momentarily directing the girls' and my attention away from her mom's domination of Margaret, "I need for you to eat me out too."

Emily's mouth dropped, "Sarah! We are supposed to be best friends!"

"Right now, you are my bitch! Now do it before I whip your ass," Sarah snapped back, "Actually, the first thing I want you to do is see what real tits feel and taste like." She forced Emily to bend over and push her face between her 38D tits. At the same time, Sarah was fondling Emily's 32B breasts which were dangling downward, giving them a very sexy look from my position just to the side of the two girls. Sarah soon directed Emily to her knees where she proceeded to eat out, who she thought, was her best friend.

Susan continued to grind her pussy into Margaret's mouth as she watched Sarah began her domination of Emily.

"Margaret, since you can't see, you should know that sweet Emily is eating my daughter's pussy right now. And Joe has Leigh bent over the foot of the bed and is lubing is cock up. Now he seems to be spreading her ass cheeks and entering her ass. Is your ass cherry Leigh? Susan asked.

Leigh grunted a 'yes' as I held her down, pushing my raging 8-inch cock into her tight flower. I didn't even give her any warning. I had simply gotten up from my seat, took her by the arm, bent her over the bed, and spread her ass cheeks. But she never tried to fight me. 

I slowly pushed my cock into her very tight passageway. She continued to grunt but never said anything. I didn't stop until I was balls deep. Looking around the room, seeing that Susan had moved down slightly on Margaret's face forcing her to eat her ass, and watching Sarah hump Emily's face, I didn't take too long to pick up speed. Nor did it take me long to shoot my load deep into Leigh's now used ass.

Susan, seeing that I came, moved off of Margaret, "I believe she will be glad to clean you up, Joe."

I moved onto the bed and presented my now semi-erect cock to Margaret. Without hesitation, she took it all, sucking it clean. Susan was thoroughly impressed and as a reward, she again moved to lie down on Margaret, only this time without the dildo. The two women embraced, furiously smashing their pussies together for several minutes before Margaret came. 

"That wasn't the big one was it?" Susan asked, but already knowing that Margaret had only had a small orgasm, "I'm not going to let you come yet. You have to earn it."

Susan said this as she moved off the bed, dropped to her knees behind Emily who was still eating her daughter's snatch, and cupped both of her tits. 

"Emily, Sarah, and I are going to enjoy ourselves for a few minutes," she said dropping a hand down between Emily's ass cheeks and under to her pussy.

To be Continued... 



Debt Owed Ch. 06



It wasn't long before Susan had the strap-on dildo buried to the hilt in Emily's pussy, driving her face into Sarah's cunt. From my position on the bed, all I could see was Susan's larger than average ass cheeks jiggle with each thrust into Emily. Sarah's head was rolled back, her eyes closed, and her hands fighting with her mom's over Emily's tits. Sarah grabbed the back of Emily's head and forced it even further into her twat as she came with a scream. Susan immediately pulled out, leaving Emily on the brink of her own orgasm.

"Okay," I began deciding it was as good a time as any to lay some more rules down, "Stuie, I am going to give you the opportunity to get your little rocks off. You have a choice between your wife and Susan. You can fuck only one of them. This will be your last vaginal fuck for a long time Stuie, so make it memorable."

He had no idea what I had in mind and wouldn't for a few more minutes. But he was rock hard, making me wonder if what I said actually sank in. 

"Who is it going to be Stuie," I asked him as he looked from his wife, who was lying next to him on the bed, and Susan who was still rubbing his 18-year-old daughter's ass.

"I, er, uhmmm," he had already fucked up, Margaret was furious. He answered, "I must have Susan."

She smiled at being chosen, got up from behind Emily and walked over to Margaret who was still lying next to her husband. Susan leaned down and softly asked, "How does it feel to have me fuck you and one of your daughters, forced your oldest daughter to eat me out, and now have me fuck your husband?"

Margaret said nothing. Susan climbed onto the bed, moving over Margaret and making a spot for herself between her and Stuie. He was on her immediately, burying his face between her tits. 

"Margaret, I want you to participate. Other than actually fucking her, whatever Stuie does, you do," I ordered. She looked at me for a second acting like she was going to ask me to reconsider. But she must have thought better of it. She moved her face next to Stuie's and began sucking and licking Susan's tits too. 

"Leigh, you and Emily need to surprise me. Sarah, come here," I continued. I ordered Sarah onto the bed on her hands and knees. The king size bed was definitely coming in handy. 

I looked up to see Margaret and Stuie kissing Susan's face like lovers. Stuie was loving it and soon was placing the head of his cock at Susan's slit. He pushed in to the hilt and looked to be in paradise. He was soon pumping her as hard as I had seen him pump anyone over the past few days. Susan's tits bounced wildly. 

I had one eye on the action between Susan, Margaret, and Stuie. I had my other eye on Sarah, who was on her hands and knees in front of me. I had temporarily forgotten about Leigh and Emily until I heard one of them moan. Emily was seated in the chair with the dildo strapped on. Leigh was sitting on her lap, her back to us. The two sister's were wildly kissing and fondling each other, while Emily was pushing the phallus as deep into her older sister as she could. 

I moved in between Sarah's legs and pressed my cock to her slit. Soon, I was fucking her, though not too quickly. I wanted to last a while. Stuart soon came in floods in Susan, leaving her totally unfulfilled. She wasn't too happy.

"Margaret, clean Susan's cunt," Margaret got on her knees and leaned over in between Susan's legs to do what I had ordered, "Sarah, eat Margaret's asshole."

"That's gross!" she said whirling her head around. I was still buried in her pussy. I said nothing as I pulled out of her pussy and quickly pushed into her asshole.

"NO!" she screamed, "I'm sorry. I'll do it. Just don't go there! I have never..."

She stopped talking as her sphincter muscle gave way, allowing me to push into her ass to the hilt. 

"I believe I told you to do something!" I reminded her when I was balls deep in her bowels. 

She slowly moved her head between Margaret's ass cheeks and began rimming her out. 

"Leigh, clean your daddy's cock," I continued. She moved to do so without hesitation, removing herself from the phallus her younger sister had in her pussy. 

I was soon pounding away deep inside Sarah's tight ass. It wasn't long before the vice-like grip on my cock led me to explode deep inside her. I ordered Margaret to lie on her back. When she was in position, I had Sarah straddle her face, forcing Margaret to clean out her just used asshole. 

I moved up next to Stuie. 

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked referring to him just having fucked Susan.

"Oh yeah, that was nice," he replied continuing to breath hard. I put my hand on his now flaccid cock and began jacking him. He froze immediately, not knowing exactly what I was about to do. Everyone was watching as I moved in between his legs and pushed them back until his knees were touching his tits. My cock was now at attention. I spit on the end of it before placing it at the entrance to his asshole. 

I slowly pushed inward. The spit did little to lubricate his tight passageway and he cried out in pain. I could feel his insides grip my cock as I slowly pushed as deeply as I could into his bowels. I then stopped momentarily. I was propping myself up on my arms looking down and him.

"In about ten minutes, the door bell is going to ring. Stuie, you are going to answer it in the nude," I slowly began pulling my cock slowly out before pushing it back into his tight flower a little harder, "You are going to work to pay me back every cent of the money you owe me. The unrecoverable interest on the loan, however, is your family. They are my family now. You can visit, but you can never stay again. You chose to fuck Susan earlier so you have forfeited your right to fuck Margaret ever again. 

"Margaret, I know you thought the loan was through the bank. For that I hate that you are tied up in this. But the fact is you should have known about your family's finances because they have a direct affect on the well-being of your family. For that you dropped the ball and you must pay yourself—though less severely," by this time I was fucking Stuie rather quickly, but not so much that I couldn't talk. On the other hand, he acted as if I were tearing his insides out.

I continued, "Margaret, until I determine otherwise, you will be at Susan's disposal. You will service her in everyway she wants whether it is cleaning the house, sex, whatever. My only rules are that whenever you are here or at her house you will be in the nude; you must keep this house running suck as grocery shopping and cleaning, and if want you to come to me, you will. Eventually, I will let you out of your punishment—but not until I get $100,000 worth. 

"Leigh and Emily will have run of the house. Emily is the head of this household, so if she tells you to do something, Leigh you must do it; same goes for you Margaret when you are here. You girls can have boyfriends and do what you want. I must approve of the boyfriend though, no questions asked. I will give you plenty of money so you will need no jobs. We will go next week to buy you new vehicles. You can come to me for anything you want. Beginning the day after tomorrow, I will not force you to do anything sexual with me ever again. Tomorrow will be the last day that I insist on sexual favors. Beyond that I hope you will want to do so."

I finished my little speech, picking up speed immensely. I was fucking Stuie rather harshly when the doorbell rang. He was immediately relieved, temporarily forgetting about his having to answer it naked. 

I rolled of him pulling out of his ass with a 'pop.' He walked almost bowlegged to the door. I took Leigh and Emily by the hands, following their dad to the door. 

He opened it revealing three huge men, the smallest around 6'4, 240. There were two blacks and a white man. 

"TURN YOUR ASS AROUND AND GRAB YOUR ANKLES," the biggest of the men hollered for the whole neighborhood to hear. Stuie immediately turned and grabbed his ankles just as he was told showing his still opened asshole to the world, "So you like it in the ass bitch?"

"Nnn No," he replied not knowing what was about to happen. 

"It looks like it. Your ass is wide open," another one of the men said taunting him, "that is always a good thing. Stand up!"

Stuie stood back up. The biggest of the three guys, a black guy, grabbed him around the arm and pulled him towards the van that was sitting in the driveway. They opened the sliding door. The van's seats had been removed, leaving nothing but a carpeted floor. 

"Lie down and open those legs," one of the men said dropping his pants before climbing in and shutting the door. Stuie could be heard screaming just as the van cranked and backed out of the drive. 

The girls and I watched the van disappear around the block before Leigh asked, "Where are they taking him?"

"Oh baby, he's going to be okay. He's going to do a little bit of everything to make my money back. He's going to be a male slut, for a lack of better words."

"You knew those men?" Emily asked as we walked back to the bedroom.

"Yes I did. They are good friends of mine," I replied.

"Leigh," I said changing the subject, "Call Tommy and tell him to be here at 9 in the morning and not to be late."

"Okay!" She said smiling, running to her room to grab her phone.

Emily and I went back to the bed room to find Margaret buried in Sarah's pussy. Susan had two fingers to the hilt in Margaret's ass, fucking them back and forth. 

"Susan, tomorrow night around 10 you need to come back over here and get Margaret. I need her until then. You two will sleep together every night until you get tired of her. Sarah must sleep with you at least once a week. You must make Margaret do something sexual each day, whether it is eating your pussies or you fucking her—I don't give a shit. Right now, though, you and Sarah should go home. We will see you tomorrow evening." 

They got up and dressed. Just before they left, I grabbed Susan's tits, pressed her to the wall and gave her one helluva kiss. She was a beautiful, irresistible woman. She smiled and left. 

The next morning rolled around all too early it seemed. We had ten minutes before Tommy was supposed to be here. 

"Okay, now you need to listen," I said to the three after they had taken a seat in the living room. What is about to happen is going to require cooperation, especially from you Leigh. You must cooperate, don't forget that. Okay?" I asked the question looking at Leigh.

They all nodded in agreement. They were all dressed in everyday clothes. It was warmer outside so they were all dressed in regular t-shirts and blue jeans. 

"I need for each of you to sit on the sofa facing the front door," they did as I told them. I then turned the other sofa so that it faced the front door too—the back of it towards the girls. 

Several minutes later the doorbell rang.

I answered it, "What's happening Mr. Joe!" Tommy said coming in holding out his hand for a typical teenage 'high-five.' 

"Not much Tommy," I said noticing his usual baggy attire. I guess some things never change. 

He walked into the living room, noticing the women were all sitting on the couch and that Leigh didn't get up to greet him.

"Leigh, come say hello to me!" he said in a pissy voice. It was at this time that I tackled him, causing us to land on the couch I had turned towards the door. My superior body weight helped me to easily subdue the little fuck. I handcuffed his hands behind him rather tightly and shackled his ankles so that he could just barely shuffle his feet. 

I picked him up from the couch and drug him to the other side of the couch. I bent him over the back of it—his ass was facing the girls. I took a length of nylon rope, tied to the cuffs and pulled it all the way under the couch forcing arms almost all the way to the floor on the other side of the couch. He was standing on his tip-toes when I was finished pulling. 

"What in the fuck are you doing!?!" he continued to cuss and scream at me. Leigh still had said nothing. 

I took two other lengths of rope and tied it to each ankle. I tied the other ends around each back leg of the couch forcing his legs as far apart as the shackles would allow, which wasn't far, but it was far enough to completely immobilize Tommy. 

"Now, we can get down to business," I began, "Tommy, you are going to give me the phone number to your house. I am going to dial it and put it to your ear. You are going to tell your mother to come over here or I am going to cut your nuts off. Do you understand?" I asked.

I had no idea if the boy even had a mother, much less what she looked like. 

"Okay," he managed to say. He was pulled so tightly across the back of the couch that he was having a little difficulty breathing. It wasn't enough to hurt him though.

He gave me the number and he spoke in the phone. 

"What did she say?" I asked when he said goodbye. 

"She's on the way," he replied, "What do you want with her?"

"Don't worry about that right now," I moved over to Leigh and kissed her cheek and whispered, "You're doing well so far. Keep it up!"

She just nodded and smiled.

"What's your mom's name Tommy boy?" I asked when the doorbell rang.

"Martha," he replied, "Martha Williams."

I decided to answer the door by going through the kitchen and through the garage. I didn't want her to see Tommy's predicament from until she was well into the house—you could see him from the front door.

"Mrs. Williams?" I called as I stuck my head out from the garage.

"Oh! Hi!" she said startled by my appearing from somewhere other than the front door. She stood at around 5'6, 160 lbs and looked to be in her mid-40's. She had on a white button down blouse and a tight pair of blue jeans. Unless her bra was a push-up, it looked as if her tits were in the upper B/ low C range. She had nice wide hips, a larger than fit ass. Her legs were not fat but by no means in shape—her thighs touched nicely. She had brown, slightly curvy hair to her shoulders and brown eyes. 

"I am Joe Smith, a friend of the family. Come on in, we are all in the living room," I said as we moved through the kitchen door. 

I shut the door, which allowed her to walk ahead of me and into the adjoining living room. She stopped dead in her tracks as soon as she turned the corner. I grabbed her immediately. 

"What's going on? Tommy are you okay?" she began to babble.

"He's fine. Whether he stays that way is up to you," I replied, "You have met Leigh haven't you? 

"Yes," Martha replied.

"That's her sister Emily and mother Margaret," I continued, "I am sure you haven't met them."

"No I haven't," she replied.

"I'll make a deal with you Martha, if you will do whatever I tell you to do, I won't touch Tommy. Otherwise, he is in for an unpleasant surprise."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean what I mean," I replied getting a little annoyed, "Your cooperation in return for me leaving your Tommy alone. Deal?" 

"Okay," she said after a brief pause.

"Martha, if you try to run, scream, or anything else that might draw attention to this house, I will cut your son's balls off? Understand?"

She nodded, tears in her eyes. 

"Great. I'm glad we understand one another," I walked over to the couch that Tommy was tied to and turned it so that he could see. Then I said, "Tommy and Leigh have been dating, and fucking, for quite awhile. I do not like your son and I certainly don't like that he's been fucking my beautiful, sweet Leigh. He looks like a fucking prick, dressed like some complete moron all the time. I think it's your fault Martha," she gasped as I continued, "Several days ago, he fucked Margaret on her kitchen table at dinner time in front of the whole family. That same evening, he fucked Leigh in front of her family and raped her daddy."

"You are lying!" she said stunned.

"Hardly Martha," I continued, "I blame you for your son being so fucked up. He lives with you so you must be to blame. So because I blame you, I am going to punish you—sorta. Have you ever been with another woman?"

"Of course not!" she said shocked at the question.

"Well if you want to keep me from fucking your son's brains out, you are going to let Leigh strip you right now."

Without being told, Leigh rose from her seat on the couch and stepped in front of Martha. She gave the stunned Martha a small kiss.

"Take off your shoes, Martha," Leigh said taking over. Martha slipped off the tennis shoes she had on and took off her white socks when Leigh motioned for her too.

Leigh grabbed the button on Martha's jeans and took it loose. 

Tommy watched as his girlfriend pushed her hands into the sides of his mother's tight blue jeans and began to push them down her large hips. Leigh pushed the jeans to a heap and pushed them down so that his mom could step out of them. Her white blouse covered up most of her ass cheeks but the very bottom, giving it away that his mom had thongs on. Her thighs were the typical forty-plus year old sized thighs, with a small amount of cellulite. 

Leigh turned Martha's back to her son.

"Bend over and touch your toes," Leigh demanded. Martha did as she was told, causing the blouse to ride up onto her back giving Tommy an unobstructed view of his mother's ass—the thong disappearing nicely in the crevice of her ass. The cellulite was unnoticeable with her in this position. Her nice large ass and legs were beginning to turn him on. Leigh grabbed the back of the thong and pulled it down Martha's legs—she was still bent over. The thong continued to get stuck, first in her ass crack and then between her thighs. Finally it rested at her feet. She stepped out of it. Leigh rubbed her hands across Martha's ass cheeks before grasping a cheek in each. She pulled them open giving her boyfriend an unobstructed view of his mother's asshole and pussy. She had a lot of pubic hair, making it more difficult to see her pussy.

Tommy was as hard as he had ever been but could do nothing about it. He watched as Leigh then moved her hands to the bottom of his mother's white blouse and pulled it up her back, over her head, down her arms and off leaving her in nothing but a full-cup white bra. 

"Stand up straight," Leigh ordered.

Martha stood up, her legs as close together as she could get them. Everyone could see the brown bush of curly pubic hair between her legs. Her breasts heaved and her face was red from embarrassment. 

"That's not good enough Martha," Leigh said, "I want you to lock your fingers together behind your head and spread your legs."

"Absolutely not!" Martha said finally snapping.

"Martha, you have just caused me to have to completely strip your son," I said, "You don't want to know what the next penalty for disobeying is."

She teared up again, but did as Leigh told her. This position pushed her bra covered tits out and gave us as good a view of her bush as possible.

After a moment, Leigh unclasped her bra and pushed the now limp garment over her breasts. 

"30C," Leigh said reading the tag.

"Nice Martha, I was close. I thought maybe you were a B," I replied walking over to Tommy. He and I watched as his girlfriend leaned forward and sucked one of his mother's nipples into her mouth. She had small pink aureoles, and short pink nipples. 

I reached around Tommy and cupped his cock, "Someone needs some relief."

He said nothing.

"If I gave you a choice, who would you fuck?" I asked.

"I umm," he began.

I held his cock and said, "What about your mom?"

His dick jumped considerably.

"I can make it happen, Tommy, and she will never know you wanted it. Do you want me to do that for you?"

"Yes," he replied.

"If I do that, you must do something for me," by this time, Leigh had moved her left hand down to Martha's pussy and was playing with her slit.




Debt Owed Ch. 06



"What do you want?" he asked.

"After today I don't ever want to see you around Leigh again. If I catch you, I will fuck you and your mom and sell you both. You'll be sex slaves for the rest of your lives," I answered.

"Okay, deal," he said. I cut the ropes and helped him over to Leigh's seat on the couch next to Margaret. 

"Stop just a moment, Leigh and take your clothes off," I said. I stood Tommy up and took his restraints off. I then began to strip him. 

"What are you going to do to him," Martha asked.

"Well, that's up to you. I can rape your son endlessly or you will agree to do anything Leigh, Margaret, and myself wants and enjoy it."

By this time, I had my hand in the crack of Tommy's ass and was pushing a finger into his asshole. He was clearly in pain.

"Okay, I'll do whatever," she said hoping to stop my assault on her son.

"Great, then go back to the bedroom and lie down. We will be there in a moment," I replied. She left the living room looking for the bedroom. 

"Tommy, go in there and take her," I said looking at him. His dick was rock hard. He said nothing as he moved down the hallway.

"Leigh, I have a 9 inch dildo in the guest room. Go get it and strap it on. Margaret, when Tommy finishes, you will force Martha to take care of you for a little while. Emily, stick with me," I said making sure everyone knew what to do. 

Tommy entered the bedroom. Martha was on the bed on her back, legs together. Her arms were folded over her chest.

"Tommy! What are you doing in here?!?" she asked shocked.

"He told me to fuck you," he replied continuing to move to the bed. He climbed on and forced his mother's legs apart.

"No! That can't be!" she said furiously.

Tommy said nothing as he continued to force his mother's legs apart. He was now hearing nothing that she was saying. He pushed her legs back until her knees were touching her arm covered breasts. She moved one of her hands down to cover her pussy, but he grabbed it and pushed it to the side. 

She was already wet from Leigh playing with her in the living room, making it easy for Tommy to slide in to the hilt. He began fucking his mother as hard as he could. Soon, she too was caught in the moment and wrapped her legs around her son and pulled him closer trying to pull him in deeper. 

Leigh climbed on the bed behind Tommy, who was still fucking his mother. He felt her hand on his lower back and stopped moving. He looked at me and knew he had to take what was about to happen. He laid down on his mother and pushed his ass back to allow Leigh to push the phallus deeply into his ass. She began fucking her boyfriend with the 9" cock and demanded that he continue fucking his mother. Slowly he began humping his mom, but the pain in his ass was almost unbearable. 

Margaret had also climbed onto the bed and began fondling Martha's breasts. The two shared a passionate kiss and continued fondling each other.

Emily sat in my lap fully clothed as we watched what was going on.

"Emily, you are my girl," I said hugging her, "You can have anything you want as long as you stay with me."

She leaned down and kissed me passionately and said, "I'm never going to leave you Joe."

Soon Tommy began pumping really fast into his mom, despite the dildo in his ass.

"Tommy, don't cum in me," Martha said in between breaths, "I'm not on the pill."

"YOU WILL NOT PULL OUT TOMMY!" I said loudly and forcefully enough that he knew I wasn't fucking around.

I watched as he tensed up and blew his load deep into his mother's fertile womb. 

I stood Emily up and pushed her jeans and panties down so that I could get my cock into her soaking wet pussy. We began fucking as Tommy pulled out of his mom. 

"Tommy, I don't ever want to see you around Leigh again, understand?" I asked while pumping Emily doggy style.

"I understand," he said. Leigh had pulled out of his ass and was now fucking Martha with the phallus. I fucked Emily a little more to get a little more lubrication before I ordered Leigh out of the way. 

Tommy watched as I got in between his mother's legs and pushed my cock into his mother's virgin ass. She screamed in pain at the invasion.

"Martha, if I ever see Tommy over here again or with Leigh anywhere, I will have you two shipped off and all you will do for the rest of your lives is fuck people you don't know. Is that understood?"

"YES!" she screamed through the pain. I slowed down a bit before pulling out and burying myself in her unprotected cunt. 

"Please don't cum in me!" she repeated to me as I picked up speed. But I wasn't about to pull out. I rammed my cock as far as it would go, releasing my baby juices deeply into her."

When we recovered, I ordered them out of the house—minus their clothes. It was broad daylight so the two sprinted to their vehicles and drove off. Later that night, Susan came to pick up Margaret. 

I continue to take care of the girls. They have boyfriends from time to time. But I haven't found anyone I like. When I decide I don't like them, most of them end up with the same fate as Tommy and Martha. 

Stuie continues to work in the underground porn industry. He has had mostly gay roles—the middle age working male type roles. He makes $50.00 a film. Susan continues to borrow Margaret. I continue to fuck Susan and Sarah on a regular basis. 

The End?

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Author's Note: If you would like to see the story continue, send me some ideas. I am completely out! Hope you enjoyed and I am already working on another series so keep looking for it!