6 comments/ 56222 views/ 2 favorites The Open Door By: Gabbycat The phone rang. "Damn" I mumbled to myself, then smiled as I looked at the Caller Id. (Blocked Call) it blinked. I answered in the sexiest voice I could without giggling. "Hello?" "Anne where have you been? You left work over an hour ago and you've not logged on you were home." I splashed the bathwater I was soaking in with my feet as I giggled softly. "Sorry Jeremy I didn't mean for you to worry." I knew he heard the sound when I heard him groan softly. "Details, now." This time I giggled out loud. I loved to tease him. "About my drive home, or about what I'm doing right now?" I asked sheepishly. "You know very good and well what I want don't play coy with me peaches." My blood heated as he got more demanding. Even over the phone the man had a presence over my body like no other. "I'm in a bubble bath Jeremy you, umm interrupted." "Interrupted what? Details." He whispered this time. I was instantly wet, and not from the water. "The water is hot, and barely covers my breasts. The bubbles cover everything the water doesn't touch. My hair is piled into curls on top of my head to keep it out of the water." "Where are your hands?" "On the phone silly." "Not both of them, I know better." I smiled at this, he probably did. "One is rubbing my clit." "What are you thinking about?" His voice went softer and raspier. It sent a chill up my spine. "You." I admitted easily. "Good, where were your hands when the phone rang?" I moaned, as I was getting hotter. "On my tits I was massaging bath gel into them." "You were playing with your nipples then?" "Yes baby" I was loosing it and he knew it. What Jeremy said next I'm not entirely sure. I heard the stairs creak so I got out of the tub. "Jeremy honey I think the kid woke up." "Okay, I'll wait." "Alex?" I called down the steps but she didn't say anything. I wrapped my towel around me tightly as I headed down the stairs slowly as I turned off the second landing the front door became visible. It was wide open and creaking in the wind. I turned into the living room to see Alexis asleep on the couch where she had been when I got home. The sitter must have forgotten to lock the door on her way out. "Anne? What's going on?" "The front door was open when I came down the stairs babe. It must have been the wind, it doesn't always latch" "I'll stay on the phone while you check it out." "Thanks sexy." I walked through the house checking the rooms one by one. Everything seemed kosher. I tucked the blanket back around Alexis and started back up the stairs. "Oh what a waste of a wonderful bath." I teased Jeremy in the phone. "Yeah, but there will be others." I just giggled. Then the phone went dead. I went down the stairs as quickly as I could to get to Alex and get the hell out of the house. As I rounded the end of the stairs to go into the living room a hand grabbed me. I fell to the floor. A body was on top of me instantly with a hand over my mouth. I felt metal press against my cheek and a familiar click of a gun barrel echoed in my ear. "If you don't want the girl hurt, you won't wake her will you?" My heart pounded against my ears, I couldn't swallow. My stomach turned at the thought of anything happening to my little girl. I nodded my head that I would comply. My hands were still holding my towel tightly. He ripped it away. "Stand up and walk back upstairs." He whispered. I did what I was told I tried to compose myself as I stood. Feeling humiliated to be in front of this stranger with a gun. I was terrified at the same time that he would carry through with his threats. He grabbed my arm impatiently and shoved the gun in my side as he pulled me to the top of the stairs. "Bedroom?" He questioned. I pointed to the door at the end of the hall. I didn't say anything I was too afraid to speak. I could feel my heart pounding hard, like it would break through the bone and out of my chest. I kept trying to see a way out of the situation but the only way out seemed to be giving him what he wanted and pray that was enough for him to leave. He pushed me forward. I noticed him grab something out of the bathroom as I lead him through the hallway. When we got to my room he turned and locked the door behind us. "Don't want the little one to come in do we?" he half laughed. Then he grabbed me again throwing me down on the bed face first. "I'm putting the gun down, lay perfectly still or I will pick it back up." I did what I was told. I heard him removing his belt my heart pounded harder. I had no doubts what was going to come next. He leaned over me running his tongue up my spine. "So sweet of you to bathe for me before I got here." I was appalled I wanted to scream but I was so afraid of the consequences I kept my mouth shut. It occurred to me he was holding my daughter hostage without even touching her. The irony almost made me laugh. I felt his hands on my body softly at first he touched my ass first. He ran his calloused hands over the cheeks squeezing them. He got rougher he began to pull then slap. I whimpered as he blows started to hurt. He just laughed. He grabbed my nearly dry chestnut hair and pulled me back. Stuffing the washcloth he'd taken from my bathroom down my mouth. My cheeks were full and if my mouth wasn't dry enough already from terror it was parched now. He put my hands above my head and held me there, with his other arm he took the belt he'd removed and swung at my bare ass. I heard the crack. The blow was horrible, the pain surged through my body and I tried to scream. The washcloth muffled it. He laughed at me wriggling in pain. "Now, now, I know you're a slut I heard you teasing your friend on the phone. I was listening to everything. You're just a little slut who needs her ass spanked." The next blow was harder. I screamed as loud as I could. Nothing came out. I could do nothing to stop him but cry. The tears streamed down my face and I felt so violated. I know the abuse lasted for minutes but it seemed like hours. I don't know when I realized he stopped. I think when I heard him pull his zipper down. "Roll over" Honestly I wasn't sure I could. My ass hurt so bad. I somehow managed to roll to my back without too much whimpering. He slapped my pussy. I screamed again. He pried open my legs and then he put his mouth over my cunt. I felt his tongue dart over my clit. It felt so horrible to have this man licking me. He slid a hand under my ass and he squeezed my bruised ass cheeks. I moaned out of pain. He must have taken it to be pleasure. "Are you going to cum for me slut. Play with your tits to make it better." I couldn't believe what I was hearing he thought I was enjoying this. I tried to do as I was told. I squeezed and played with my boobs as he licked my snatch. He was getting very aroused I could feel his cock rubbing against my leg as he worked his tongue into my pussy. Then it happened my body started to take over. My pussy got wet and slicked. I was starting to enjoy his touch. I ground my hips towards his tongue. "Pinch them slut, pull them, make them hurt or I'll do it for you." I could hear him almost chanting betweens sucks on my clit. His hand dug between the cheeks of my ass, he toyed with my tight little entrance. The closer I got to coming the more he toyed. I never had my ass played with before. I came when he shoved a finger into the hole. It hurt, but my body didn't care. I spasmed against his tongue my juices flowing freely. I felt him lapping them up. "So sweet, little sluts like you are always so sweet." He took the finger out of my ass and shoved it in my cunt getting it nice and wet then shoving it back in my ass. Then he pulled the gag out of my mouth and shoved the finger in my mouth until I gagged. "You just need a little more training" he said. At that he positioned himself straddling my face, he took his hands and placed them on both sides of my head then pressed his cock against my lips. I held them tightly closed. He pinched my nose when I opened for air he pushed his hard cock into my mouth. He stroked his shaft in and out of my mouth. He thrust himself deep down my throat and when I gagged he held himself there forcing me to swallow. I had a hard time breathing around him. He had to know it. He just kept chuckling above me. "Come on slut suck me, suck me good, suck me like its your life, because it could be." I felt him pick something up off the bed, I realized soon it was the belt, He brought it down against my pussy and I almost clutched my jaw out of reflex realizing what he might do if I bit I just sucked him harder. He seemed pleased by this. He started pumping me harder and harder. I gagged a few times and he held me there. "Come on slut suck me, suck me good, suck me hard slut. Oh yes good little slut. Suck me damn good. Yes slut." He started fucking my face fast and furious I felt his shaft thicken as he was about to loose his load. He stood up. I was shocked as his cock slipped out of my lips. He quickly shoved the washcloth back in. He picked up my left hand placing it on my tit, the placed my right hand on my cunt. "Keep those there if you want to feel pleasure with what I about to do." He rolled me over. I was confused I wanted to ask what he was going to do as I felt him move behind me and above me on the bed. Then the pain. It shot through my body; I tensed up trying to kick him off. His weight was too much he just laughed with his cock shoving deeper in my ass each time I bucked back. "Yes good little slut wants it deeper" with that he shoved it in to the hilt then held me there. My ass cheeks burnt against his thighs. My body ached to be away from him. He started pumping his rod in and out of me. After a few minutes my body got used to him. He started abusing the tit that wasn't protected by my hand. "I told you to play with them or I would." He almost hissed in my ear. His nails bit into my tender nipple. I shook from the pain. He just kept on assaulting my tits as he rammed his rod into my tight little ass. "I will fuck you like you've never been had before. Then you'll really have details to tell your precious Jeremy" He made me feel so dirty, so used, and he loved it. He made my ass grind down on the hand covering my pussy. The harder he ground the wetter I started to become. I tried to fight it. I knew I shouldn't enjoy this. I knew I shouldn't want to come. He knew exactly what he was doing. He pulled the gag out of my mouth. "Does my slut want to come" "Yes" I whispered He slammed down harder this time hurting again. "Not good enough bitch" "Yes baby, your little slut wants to come" He pulled on my nipples. "Put a finger in your pussy slut now." I did as I was told needing the release. I felt him fucking my ass faster. "Put another finger in slut, finger yourself while I fuck your ass." Once again I did as I was told. I felt him enlarging splitting me in two. He just kept fucking me. He pulled on my nipples and twisted them until I wanted to scream. He bit me as he came. When I felt his teeth against my skin, I came too. I didn't understand it, it just happened. I rocked back against him taking him even deeper. He moaned and collapsed on me. "I need to piss then I'll go" To my horror he meant in me. He emptied his bladder into my already sore ass. It burnt as it ran out and down my body. He just laughed. I felt abused, used, empty. "Don't move until you hear the door close." I waited while I heard him put his clothes back on. I listened as he footsteps creaked down the stairs. I heard the door close and in panic I grabbed a robe and raced down the stairs to the living room. Alexis lay on the couch peacefully sleeping. There was a knock on the back door and I was horrified he was back. "Police. Is everything okay in there?" The lights shone through the windows as I answered the door. Totally disheveled. It seems Jeremy had called the police when the phone line disconnected and he couldn't get back through. They had other emergencies to attend to first. The Open Door It's a little darker than I'd expected it to be this early in the evening, when I park my car in my cousin's apartment complex and get out. I look up at the second-story window of her apartment; there's a lamp on, but I can't tell if it's from her room or her roommate's. I shrug; it really doesn't matter either way. There's a bit of a breeze to chill the skin on an otherwise warm night, and I wish I had worn a jacket. But I won't be staying very long; maybe not more than a minute. I walk up to the door. I double-check that it's hers; it's been a while since I've been here. But sure enough, in true form, her instantly recognizable lawn gnome is squatting in the bush by the door. I knock six times, fairly sharply but not enough to bother her neighbors, and take a step back. A minute goes by without a sound from inside the apartment. I conclude that she's not there, which makes perfect sense. She's got a boyfriend and a life, after all. Or maybe she's already asleep; she works like a mule and goes to bed early. Shrugging again, I pull out the envelope with the note I'd prepared, stick it in the middle of the Dostoyevsky novel I'd borrowed from her a month ago which was my whole reason for coming here, and set it down on the doormat where I hope she'll notice it. As I'm stepping away the door opens just a crack and my cousin Jocelyn pokes her head out. "Nate?" she asks quietly. "Hey, Jocelyn," I greet, surprised to see her. No light goes on, but she opens the door a little more and I see she's wearing a robe. She must have already gone to bed, and I quietly curse that I wasn't able to get out this way earlier in the evening. "Hey. What're you doing here?" "Returning Crime and Punishment before I leave town," I answer, pulling out the note since she won't need it anymore and handing the book to her. She takes it. "That's right – you're leaving … Monday?" "Wednesday, actually," I correct. The original plan had been for me to leave Saturday, but that had changed when the people in the firm in San Antonio I just got hired at offered me some relocation assistance if I could be out there a few days early. "I wasn't expecting to see you, and then you didn't answer the door" I add, patting the note in my pocket. She nods. "Yeah. I was here. Matt's friends sometimes knock on the door at night, and if he's not here to get it, I'm sure as hell not gonna. But I looked out the window and saw it was you. And I needed to throw on the robe," she adds. "I'm kinda naked." "Uh huh," I reply, a little disgusted and, oddly enough, a little aroused. Admittedly, I shouldn't be surprised that it was arousing; Jocelyn's in her mid-to-late-twenties – only a year and some change older than me – and keeps herself in pretty good shape. Plus, she's always been cute. But I'm a little disgusted because … well … this is my cousin we're talking about. She stands on her toes – Jocelyn's about a foot shorter than I – and leans in to whisper conspiratorially, "Trevor was kind of … using me." I think it's meant to be an explanation, but I didn't really want one. Jocelyn, by the way, is a submissive, or what you could call a sub if you prefer. I've known this for a while; Jocelyn and I have always been friends-close if not siblings-close, and so I've always tried to be supportive of her being what she is. Somebody's got to be. Right now, all I can do is shake my head. "Jesus, you are a whore," I mutter under my breath, my sense of support for her momentarily gone. Being supportive doesn't necessarily mean you want to know the details – something Jocelyn hasn't always understood, to my occasional consternation. "Yeah. I am," she answers, a blush coming to her freckled cheeks. She says it a little bit excitedly. I pause for a moment. "Wait a minute," I start. "He was … you were doing whatever you do … and I knocked … and you answered the door … naked, in a robe … and not him?" She nods. "He likes that. Especially if it's someone I'm related to." "Christ" is all I can mutter. "You are such … my God …" She blushes again, a little more red, and it hits me. "This is getting you wet, isn't it? From me – your kin – seeing you as a whore." "Uh huh," Jocelyn answers quietly. I shake my head, unable to say anything. I should really get going. I gave her back the book. I've said hello to her, and now I'll say goodbye. But then my inner devil – oh, yes, I have one; do I ever – takes a hold of me, and I say, "Let me feel." Her eyes go a little wide. "You wanna touch my pussy?" She says it incredulously, not disgustedly. I think she should shut the door in my face, never talk to me again. But she just stands there, waiting for my answer. I nod, trying to seem casual, wondering what the hell I'm getting myself into. "I feel like I ought to, what with me being the reason for it. Don't you agree?" Jocelyn nods a little timidly, and opens her robe a little and spreads her legs slightly. There she is, standing in the doorway of her apartment, exposing a bald pussy to the world. I look around but don't see anybody going or coming. So I reach out and put one hand on it to find it already warm and wet enough to build an ark. I use my two outer fingers to spread apart her labia and keep them open, and slide my two middle fingers inside her pussy; Jocelyn closes her eyes and shivers, and then opens her mouth a little. I move my fingers in and out a little to see if she'll moan, and she obliges me with a soft, quietly erotic sound. I use my thumb and rub her clitoris in a gentle circular motion. Jocelyn opens her mouth a little wider and trembles, clutching the door jamb for support. My inner devil eggs me on and I change direction, rubbing up and down and then across in a sort of cross pattern; I change my pattern back to a circle, and then just keep moving it to see what responses I get. She moans again, in a long, unbroken song of pleasure; she starts panting a little bit and her moan sounds a little bit like a puppy; she makes shorter, louder, rhythmic sounds that start to remind me of my lessons in wavelength and frequency from college. My two fingers still moving back and forth inside her, the frequency of those last sounds begins to diminish and the wavelength increases as I move my thumb faster and more irregularly. Lost in the moment, I want her to orgasm for me. I experience this rush that comes with control, suddenly understanding what Trevor must feel; Jocelyn isn't touching herself or anything, leaving it up to me to decide how far her pleasure goes. My fingers moving with a typist's speed and a surgeon's precision, or so I tell myself, I lean in and whisper, "Come." Breathing hard, moaning, trembling like a leaf, she obliges me perfectly. She stays standing, albeit shakily, by clutching the door jamb as I remove my hand from her wet pussy. She catches her breath, she flushes crimson and smiles at me. "Um … you can wipe that on my robe," she says quietly, gesturing to my sticky hand and holding out a baggy sleeve. "Hey, Jocelyn? Who's at the door?" I hear a masculine voice coming from upstairs. "It's just Nate," she calls back, her voice warbling a little. A moment later I hear footsteps, and then Trevor appears in the doorway wearing a t-shirt and boxers. "Oh. Hey, Nate. How's it going, man?" I'd met Trevor before a few times. He seems like a pretty decent guy, and Jocelyn sure seems to love him. Until now, I'd never fully understood their relationship; I think I do a little more now. "Hey, Trevor. It's … going …" I answer hesitantly. I looked at Jocelyn, who was standing in the doorway, smiling at me with freckled dimples and face still flushed, and looked at him. I knew what I had just done, but now the surrealism of the situation was catching up to me. "Good to hear it." Trevor replies. "He brought back my book," Jocelyn explains to him, looking up. Taller than me, Trevor stands over a foot taller than Jocelyn. "That's great." Trevor looks down at Jocelyn, who can't stop smiling. "What's up?" He hesitates, glancing from me to her. "Did he touch you?" he asks surreptitiously. Jocelyn nods enthusiastically, and Trevor looks perplexed. After a moment, his eyes widen and he looks at me, a little shocked, then back to her, and then at me again. "Aw, man. You made her come, didn't you?" He says it in a tone reminiscent of a friend whose favorite lamp I just broke, not of someone whose girlfriend has just been felt by her cousin. Taken aback, I nod slowly. Jocelyn looks up at Trevor adoringly. "It was really good," she says with a childish giggle. Trevor looks at me; he doesn't look angry, like I'd expect, but a little disappointed. "She's not allowed to come without permission, so I've been teasing her all night." He looks down at her with the same disappointed look. "But now she has." "He did tell me to," Jocelyn pipes up impishly. Trevor swats her on the backside, though I can't imagine it smarts terribly through the robe, then looks at me. "You watch your mouth," he says sternly. Jocelyn promptly closes her mouth and snuggles against him. I nod. "It's true. I did tell her." And here the inner devil takes control again. "Although, she never told me she wasn't allowed to." Jocelyn looks at me astonished, mouth agape. "Why you —" She smiles angrily. Trevor looks down at her, then looks at me with a broad smile. "Well, then, she's been a bad girl. Look: since you've already taken it this far, do you want to step inside and teach her a lesson? I'd be honored if you did, you being her family and all." Inner devil in control, I nod. "Sure thing." Trevor and Jocelyn step inside, and I follow; Jocelyn glares daggers at me, but I don't care at this point. I follow them into their living room area and Trevor takes a seat on the couch with Jocelyn curled up at his feet. I sit down on the couch, too. "So," I ask a little bit delicately. "What do you … do … in this situation?" Trevor nods, somehow reminding me of a teacher. "Well, for coming without permission, usually I give that slutty pussy of hers a paddling. I've got a special paddle for that that works really well." Jocelyn whimpers, looking from Trevor to me with a mix of fear and excitement. "But," Trevor continues, "in this case, since she didn't tell you she wasn't allowed to come, I think she deserves that plus a little something more." "You have something in mind?" Trevor nods again, this time smiling like a man with a plan. "I do. But first, let's give her a good pussy paddling." He stands up and runs upstairs, leaving me and Jocelyn alone for a moment. Even with him gone, Jocelyn doesn't get off the floor; she looks at me excitedly. "Do you know what he's going to do to you?" I ask. She shakes her head. "No, but I've got a good idea." A smile splits her face from ear to ear. "I'm glad it's you doing this, Nate," she tells me. "This is gonna be really exciting." "Do you two do … this … a lot?" I ask, a little afraid of the answer. "Not much," Jocelyn answers. "Most of the time I just answer the door, naked under the robe. People see a little more flesh than they were expecting and go on their way. But if they want to touch me or do something to me, I have to let them. Trevor says it's to teach me humility." I nod, beginning to understand. "The ones that do touch you – do they make you come?" She shakes her head vigorously. "You're the first." Trevor comes back with a plastic stool and a little black bag. He sets the stool down in the middle of the living room; Jocelyn immediately stands up, slips the robe off, and sits on the edge of the stool with legs spread wide enough to bare her clitoris to the world.. Once more, I see her bald pussy, and now I see her trim little stomach and small but very real breasts, crimson nipples hard and pebbly. I can see the Oriental-style fish tattoo on her ankle, and the nipple piercing she's never shown me. It's the first time I've ever seen my cousin naked, or that I've ever really wanted to, and I drink in the sight of her. Seeing me, Jocelyn blushes hot and I see her thighs move; I think she wants to close her legs, but she doesn't. Trevor, meanwhile, sets the black bag down on the coffee table and takes out a white piece of plastic that looks something like a round kitchen spatula with a particularly long handle; I conclude this must be the special paddle he had mentioned. The hitting surface of it has little holes cut out for maximum velocity. I pick the thing up and give it a few flicks in the air. The handle seems solid, though the plastic is surprisingly light and springy, so that it whizzes through the air with a sound as sharp as I imagine its contact would be. I set it down and look at Jocelyn with a grin, and say, "I'm glad it's you getting hit with that thing and not me." "Gee, thanks, Nate," she says sarcastically. Trevor takes out a little block of wood wrapped in leather; Jocelyn automatically opens her mouth. Trevor puts the bit in her mouth and takes up the paddle. "Usually," he explains casually, "I find the best angle for this is to stand behind her and paddle downward. Do you want to do it first, or me?" I look at the paddle, then at him, then at Jocelyn. "You show me how it's done," I answer. I sit down on the edge of the couch, ready for my first lesson in paddling my cousin's pussy. Trevor stands right behind Jocelyn and puts one hand on her un-pierced breast, squeezing it and rolling the nipple between his fingers. "You want to get your balance like this," Trevor continues to explain. With the other hand, he brings the paddle down to touch her pussy, then raises it up about a foot away, and then brings it back down with a forceful smack. Jocelyn closes her eyes and cries out through the bit, but keeps her legs spread. "The plastic is fairly whippy, so if you hold the handle at the end and put some wrist into it, you'll get a lot more force in your smack." He paddles again, and again, and again. After a few moments, I lose track of how many times Jocelyn's pussy has been smacked, though her labia and clitoris are looking particularly red and tender now. After a minute, he stands and hands me the paddle. To her credit, Jocelyn's legs are still spread, and I wonder briefly how much disciplining was required to achieve that effect. I grab the paddle and take the same position that Trevor had, though I grab the pierced breast and rub its soft flesh. Jocelyn makes a little moaning sound and I whisper into her ear, "Whore." She nods, humiliated but acknowledging, as I position the paddle above her pussy, take as precise an aim to her clitoris as I can eyeball, and smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound of the plastic hitting her tender flesh is almost enchanting, as is the feel of her naked back leaning against me as she tries just a little to inch herself away from the punishing tool. I don't keep track of how many times I abuse my cousin's whorish pussy, but after a minute or two, I stop. Jocelyn is breathing hard again and tears are running down her cheeks, but still her legs are spread. By now, I imagine, it's probably less painful that way. I brush her cheek and smile, and, through the bit still in her mouth, she smiles back. I sit back down and just look at her as she leans back, writhing in pain that to her is pleasure. Trevor stands up and takes the bit out of her mouth. "Tell your cousin how much you appreciate his attention to your slutty flesh," he orders. Jocelyn smiles with tearstained, freckled dimples. "Thanks for paddling my pussy, Nate. I know I'm a worthless slut and that I need people better than me to punish me for being what I am." Part of it seems like rote recital – something she's said a million times before for Trevor's entertainment – but she says it with such apparent sincerity that part of me thinks she's telling the honest truth. Trevor looks at me. "For not telling you she wasn't allowed to come, I'd thought about making her suck you dry. Or, I suppose, if you wanted her ass, I couldn't say no. Does that sound reasonable, or is there something else you'd prefer?" He asks it like a waiter telling me the sides my meal comes with. I'm not willing to push my luck and try to think of a just punishment on my own; despite being her my cousin, and temporarily my toy, I bear in mind that Trevor and Jocelyn see my cousin as Trevor's property. Still and all, I answer, "I'll fuck her mouth if I can shoot my load onto her face. Otherwise, I think I'll take the ass, instead." Trevor shakes his head amiably and grins. "She hates facials. So – by all means, proceed. Hell, I've made her sponge bathe in mine before." Something in me shakes, and I raise an eyebrow. "I didn't need to know that." Jocelyn is, after all, still my cousin. Trevor holds up an apologetic hand. "Sorry. Do as thou wilt." I stand in front of Jocelyn, who's looking up at me with the same adoration I've seen her show Trevor. "I really do hate facials," she says with a broad smile. "Great," I reply. I look down expectantly. "Do you mind getting it out for me?" Jocelyn leans forward and undoes my jeans. She slides them down with my boxers, so that my entire package is in front of her face. I don't know how I stack up against Trevor, but right now, I feel ten feet long. It's been hard for a while now, and a little bit of pre-come drips from the head. With one hand, I wave it across her face, giving her freckled cheeks a trail of semen. While sitting on the stool, my waist is just a little above her head, and so she has to look up at me to put her mouth on my cock. Jocelyn puts her lips around the head and I have to struggle not to shoot my load there and then. Her lips are slick and her mouth is warm, and she moves her mouth all the way down the shaft to take the whole thing in. She doesn't just suck like a vacuum, but alternates licking it and kissing it – as well as alternating gazing up at me and focusing on my cock in her mouth – like a professional. She moves her lips down the scrotum and takes one ball, and then the other, in her mouth, before licking along the entire length of the shaft again. I don't stop to wonder how much practice with how many different recipients she's had. I put one hand on her head and grind her against my cock viciously back and forth, and she responds admirably before I let go and let her resume her work. Jocelyn's good at what she does. I stay hard and well cared-for by her mouth for several minutes, until I finally decide to be done with it. Putting my hand back on her head, I pull her mouth off my cock and take my piece in the other hand. I rub it slightly and release myself on her face violently. Streams of white goo cover her mouth, chin, and cheeks. I finish by putting some on her nose like the whipped cream on a sundae. Jocelyn, good little submissive that she is, carefully licks my cock clean and puts my boxers and jeans back on me. Trevor looks at me with a pride I still find a little strange. "Satisfied?" I can't help but not be. "I must say, it's been an interesting visit." I go out on a limb by adding, "We'll have to do it again some time." Trevor beams. "We'd both really appreciate that." He turns to Jocelyn; she's still sitting on the stool, her pussy's still red, her face is still covered in semen. "Jocelyn, what do you say to your cousin?" Jocelyn smiles. "Thanks for using me, Nate! And thanks for returning the book!" The Open Door On this, a balmy night of our holiday weekend in Tenerife, Matt and I are celebrating our anniversary with a few days away for sun, sea and alone time. Matts popped to the bar to have a nightcap and I'm getting ready for our night of love. I step out onto our fourth floor balcony to sit in the cooling night breeze and have a cheeky puff on my e cig. The bustle from the town below melts away at this height, and apart from the beats from the bars and the gentle hub bub of the people all is quiet. I look out over the ocean and watch as the last few rays of the days sun dip over the horizon. I'm wearing just my silky night top and very sexy sheer Knicks. I can't wait to let Matt run his hands over my body and make love to me until we reach our beautiful climax together. As I sit in the breeze my attention is drawn to the sounds I can hear from the next balcony along. Oh so familiar sounds of love, sounds of a couple embraced together in passion. I turn to listen. The sighs are so intense; I'm getting so hot listening to their love. Then, as I look across to their balcony I realize that they have their door open so as to let in some cooling air, which must be why I can hear them so clearly. The glass door is open at an angle so that it is giving me a reflected sight to behold. In the glass reflection I can see them on their bed. Cara, the young woman I met today by the pool is sitting atop her handsome boyfriend Todd. Naked together and with her hands on his chest she is gently rocking back and forth on his, presumably buried, cock. Oh my god, I'm watching this beautiful couple as they make love right next to me. I am transported to a heavenly world of desire and passion as I behold this amazing site. I'm watching transfixed as this beautiful woman is pleasuring herself on him. Then, oh my god, then as I watch on, she starts to slide down off of him. Down she slides, her eyes fixed in his, down she slides. His magnificent member springs into view. Large and full, standing to attention, standing erect for his woman. Oh my god it's fantastic. Her mouth hovers above it for only a second and then she takes it in between her full lips. Her hand wrapped around its shaft, sliding up and down, in and out of her sexy mouth. She slurps and sucks at it; she must be tasting both her own and his juices on that mighty cock, taking her mouth away only to run her tongue all over its large head. She is up on her knees with her pert little bum in the air with her hands and mouth wrapped around his cock. All the time being spied on by me, a horny housewife, in the room next door. I'm getting so very wet as I watch their pleasure. I dip my fingers to my crotch and slowly allow myself to rub my pussy. Slipping my fingers into my knickers I stroke my soaking wet lips. Cara carries on for what seems like ages. The moans and groans tell me she's not the only one loving it but that he is too. Finally she raises her face from his lap and whispers something, "Fuck me lover." With that she turns round on all fours and offers up her amazing arse to her lover. He in turn rises and positions himself behind her ready to sink he tool back inside her. Holding her hips so lovingly he guides himself into her, she tosses her head in ecstasy as he sinks deeper and deeper into her. His rhythm is slow, using purposeful deep thrust as this fine young stud loves his woman in a way only a real man can. My lustful eyes can't believe what they are seeing. This young couple, so fresh and beautiful, is making hot love with such passion. My fingers are working furiously at my swollen flower. Faster and faster, as his thrusts increase their pace so do my fingers. Watching this magnificent man fuck his love so well, oh I can only dream of how it must be to be taken and filled so well. Oh my god, oh my god I can feel it rising in me. Cara is thrashing to her lovers piston like action, he is bucking and panting like a beautiful beast, and with a glorious last thrust I think we all cum together. Oh my god, I've just cum on my fingers watching a young loving couple having wonderful sex. I compose myself a little as I watch them slump into a loving embrace. These two fine bodies spent and drained refreshing themselves before probably going at it again, and me panting quietly feeling so excited and so dirty all at the same time. It was such an amazing sight to have witnessed. It had been so mesmerizing. I can't wait for Matt to come back to our room. Join me on our bed and have him do to me what I've just seen. I know that as he does even though my heart will be with him, my loving husband, my mind will be full of this couples love. I will be imagining Todd and his wonderful weapon and dreaming of him putting it deep inside me. The Open Door Pt. 02: Finale I'm lying on the bed now, naked apart from my soaking wet sheer Knicks. My trim little pussy is aching to be fucked and while my fingers slowly work on my sweet little button my mind is awash with the beauty I have seen this evening. Cara and her man, in the room next door, making exquisite love together while I watched them in a reflection on their open balcony door. It had been slow sensuous sex, not the kind of thrashing screaming sex from porn films I'd seen. This had been soft beautiful love between two lovers so into each other that the world around them had melted away while they were joined in the moment. She had looked so lovingly into him as he pleasured her. He had been a magnificent dream of a man, powerful and gentle. Taking his woman to ecstasy with him where she belonged. I hate to say it but he had been a real man. Matt returned to our room at about 11pm from the bar. He'd been drinking and was merry but not half cut or anything. Cara and Todd had put their light out about an hour or so ago. I couldn't tell if it was true, but in my mind they were still slowly fucking the night away. Attending to one another and making passionate love. I had cum on my fingers and was still lying on our bed dreaming of Todd and his masterful loving of Cara ... and me. If ever someone didn't suit their name it was bloody Todd, I mean Todd for fucks sake, it sounds like some twatty Aussie life guard or something. It didn't match his mighty presence at all. He should be a Samson or Valentino or Flint or something, even bloody Dave would do to be honest but not Todd it didn't suit him or do it for me. Anyway, back to the moment. Pussy aching and having already cum I was really going to make Matt work to get me to cum again. I'm not like these women you read about who are blessed with stunning orgasm after orgasm. No, I'm what you'd probably call more normal than that. I'm able to cum nicely once and then maybe a second time after a little rest and some proper loving attention. So I am determined to have my hubby fucking make me cum again, preferably on his tongue and preferably while I straddle his face. I'm going to let him fuck me, give me his best shot, and then I'm going to lay him down, straddle his face and let his tongue fuck me while I dream of fucking Todd. I'll teach him for going to the bar and leaving me to get horny on my own. Matt is a good man, he works hard to provide and he loves me completely, as I do him. We've been together for about seven years and married for three. We do make love a lot and to be honest it's very nice. He is a good lover and he makes me feel nice and cum well. But he isn't Todd, tonight in my head he isn't Todd. Initiating sex has become my job of late. I think my drives are slightly higher than Matts. But this evening it doesn't take me long to get him going at all. Before you know it he's got my Knicks off and is kneeling next to me on our bed, working my pussy with one hand and kissing me deeply. I've got his beautiful balls in my hand and am lovingly playing with them while his fingers work on my pussy. Still fingering me he moves his hips up in the hope I will start to suck his cock. A beautiful but probably average 7" cock, a nice comfortable size. I take its head into my mouth and start to suck and flick my tongue over it. I'm holding its shaft to stop it going too far into my mouth, gagging is never an attractive site. I like giving blow jobs but I've never been able to take it all in or deep throat it. Half way in is just about fine for me, I like doing it but I like being in control too. I suck and lick and play with him for a good few minutes. He is rubbing my pussy so well. Normally in this state I could well let him cum in my mouth. I quite like it. Not the taste, let's be honest it's not the nicest thing in the world, but I like the feeling. I like telling my man it's ok to shoot his cum into my pretty loving little mouth. I like the control of saying yes or no to him. But today that isn't going to happen. Today, for staying in the bar to late and for not being Todd, hubbies spunk is going in only two places, deep in my soaking wet pussy as he fucks me from behind and then, when he lays down for me, into his open and not so willing mouth for him to swallow while he makes me cum on his tongue. I pull his cock from my mouth and tell him, "No." "I want you to fuck me tonight lover, I want it inside my belly tonight honey." He looks almost disappointed as I tell him no. Oh yeah, it would have been nice and easy for him wouldn't it, rub a little harder make me cum on his hand and then shoot his lot into my mouth. That would have been a good result as far as he was concerned. But not tonight my darling husband, not tonight because you're going to have to work hard to get me my second cumming. Unexpectedly Matt turns on the bed and heads south with his tongue, oh god he's going to make me cum too early I thought. His mouth finds my sopping hole and he starts to lap and suck. Oh it's heavenly, oh it's so nice. I feel it rising in me, oh shit, I'm going to fucking cum already, and my dirty plan is hitting the rocks. Oh shit oh shit ugghh!! I cum as quietly as I can, he's not going to spoil it. He's not going to make me cum and spoil my fun so easily. Love him, the bastard. I have a sort of fake my orgasm in reverse, silently I let the waves and ripples of it pulse across me. He still thinks I haven't cum. Oh the ecstasy. I'm going to really have him work up a sweat now. I'm going to go for three orgasms, which for me is pretty unheard of. I feel so fucking dirty now. I'm going to make him work at me so hard. It's all I can do to stifle a little giggle as I think about what I'm going to have him do. Matt's been in me now for a few minutes. He's trying so hard to pleasure me. He is thrusting and pushing. Fast and then slow. All the tricks are coming out of his bag. I look at him and tell him to fuck me hard and not to fucking cum yet. I look straight into his eyes and tell him to fuck me with all he's got. He stops and spins me over, up onto my knees with my head down on my crossed arms. I raise my little bum up to his loving gaze. Just as I'd seen Cara do for Todd. He guides his prick into my pussy. I know he has no hope of making me cum on his cock but I love making him work hard to try. My mind wanders off as he rams himself into me. I'm off in a dreamy world, a world where Todd, fucking hate that name, a world where Todd is the one making love to me. His muscular arms his chiselled chest and abs. He is loving me as he did his Cara, he is fucking me like any woman should be at least once in her life. His firm grip on my hips, the power of his rhythm all acting together to whisk this little housewife off into heaven. Pumping, pumping, pumping, he's thrusting into me, deeply into my wanton hole. He is hitting my cervix with such force it feels like he will break through into my womb. I want him so much. I stay in dreamland for as long as I can. I imagine Todd's thrusting and then I'm dreaming of Cara touching me too. Oh my god, I'm dreaming of this pretty fit young girl running her fingers through my hair and starting to kiss me full on the lips while her man rides me like the stallion he is. Her tongue is in my mouth, her hands reach for my boobs. Her loving man is deep within me. I'm lost in my world of pleasure. Then I feel it, I feel the cock inside me starting to swell and the pace is changing. I hold the fantasy as long as I can. I feel the spurts hitting my womb, I dream of it being Todd and his big balls fucking me and maybe impregnating me with his fine young spunk. I try as hard as I can to stay in the dream but Matt's grunts from behind me start bringing me back to reality. I have to move quickly, I have to keep up the momentum. "Oh baby, oh honey, I haven't cum yet." "Honey I need to cum, I'm so close." "Please lay down baby, please lie down and let me cum on your face." "Please baby, please." Matt gets off me, breathing heavily. His spent cock falling out of my hole. "What, what do you want?" "Lay down honey, lie down and look up, lie down and let me sit on you." Matt doesn't look too pleased, and who could blame him. But he does lay down panting and looking confused at me. "I want you to fuck me with your tongue." "But, but I've just..." "I know, I know baby. Just do it for me." I hover for a second over his loving face. "Open your mouth honey, come on, open wide." as instructed matt nervously opens his mouth. I watch as a nice big glob of sperm falls from my fucked pussy into his mouth. Trailing out of me is a long strand of spunk, which dangles from me into his obedient mouth. As I plant my wet pussy right on his gaping mouth I imagine that Todd has just fucked me and that it's his juice I'm making my husband swallow. Oh the power. "That's right baby, open wide." I'm going to ride his face so much. He has his work cut out trying to get me off again, but I've got all night to dream of Todd and ride Matt's face so here we go. "That's it baby, lick all your spunk out of me and make me cum." "Good boy." I'll teach him for staying in the bar. So what happens next you ask. Well nothing really this is reality after all. I know it would be nice to think that all four of us got together the next day and had a wild night of pure hard core fucking but like I said this is reality. I'm a happily married middle aged woman from London. I'm not going to risk that for a furious holiday fuck now am I? Besides, I've got my memories and my imagination. Matt has a lovely new trick now which I think he kind of likes, of course he doesn't know that I call it doing a "Todd" in my head and have a naughty giggle to myself whenever he does it to me. I did think about telling Matt all about what I had seen from the balcony, but I knew if I had he'd of just wanted to wait up the next night to see if he could see Cara naked. So I thought, fuck it, I'd keep what I saw to myself. My little secret. My little frigging treat. I must admit that the next day I did stare at the pair of them by the pool and remembered the magnificence of their love making. I did look at Cara's beautiful body and her lovely tits as much as I could and Todd's amazing bulge as much as I could too. He was such an awesome man. I eagerly awaited the balcony treat again that night but it never came. Unlike me, who rode Matt like he was a stallion dreaming of my young couple and fulfilling my aching desires. So the moral of my tale is, even if you think you and your wife are just fine don't start thinking you can take it easy. Love your woman and care for her needs properly or you never know, next time your making love to her she may well be off with Todd in her head. Still hate that name.