0 comments/ 36271 views/ 3 favorites Sarah's Story Ch. 00 By: DominicaPotestas An Illakia story by Dominica Potestas 0: Prologue Ned Fisher laughed loudly as he helped the stumbling 18-year-old girl out of the bar. His girlfriend Miriam followed them out with a smirk on her face. They caused some stares as they left; it was illegal for women to drink, and this girl looked like she had been drinking heavily all night. In reality though, Sarah White would have never have broken the law like that; Ned knew that the drug he had being spiking her soft drinks with all night would make her 'drunk', and then leave her comatose. Ned and Miriam were awful people, sexual predators and serial murderers of an insatiable appetite. Miriam worked as a hairdresser at a posh salon in central Grand City. There she had befriended this 18-year-old school leaver, who she told Ned was a little naive despite having an education. They hatched the plan. Miriam was to ask her new friend out for a night to celebrate her new job. Ned had being spiking every drink he had bought for Sarah or had left unlooked at for a moment, which had been nearly all of them. The plan from here was to rape the drugged Sarah, do awful things to her young body, and then force her to sign a slavery contract. Then, they would, quite legally, torture and murder the young girl. They half dragged Sarah into the nearest dark alley. Ned was hard; this girl's lithe body had being intoxicating his mind all night. He pushed the nearly unconscious Sarah into the wall of the alley. "Not yet!" hissed Miriam. Nevertheless, Ned proceeded to the strap of Sarah's dress with his pocket knife. He then slashed the side of her dress and began to grope her breasts through the material. At that point, there was the sound of running footsteps. Ned and Miriam instinctively fled. Sarah's limp body fell onto the dirty floor. *** Loria and Francene stumbled about laughing. They were underneath the statue of the Emperor in Coronation Park, a shady green space in Grand City. The Emperor's statue now had 'WOMEN RISE AGAINST THE EMPEROR' daubed across it in white paint. The two girls collapsed against the pedestal of the statue, Loria holding a paint brush and Francene holding the near-empty bottle of spirit. The two girls had been friends for a long time. They had been sent to expensive schools all their lives, only really seeing their parents at holidays. Having a childhood mostly without control and without excess, they had essentially grown up as spoiled closeted snobbish brats. They had objected to the most recent round of patriarchal legislation, mainly because the new alcohol laws stopped them having fun. Without thinking, they had actively sought out an underground women's rights group, who only smelled money when the two blonde school leavers contacted them. The two girls had been persuaded that they would need to graffiti as an act of initiation. A bottle later for courage, and here they were. The two girls were very drunk now. They dumped their stuff at the statue and stumbled away. At the entrance to the park, they passed a newsstand with fresh copies of The Grand City Chronicle. The state-funded paper was free to all, so Loria picked up a copy on the way past. On the front page, there was a story about two members of another underground group who had been caught attempting to write disloyal graffiti on the walls of Justice Palace of all places. Inside, there were pictures of the two rebels being burned at the stake for the heresies they uttered in court. Loria and Francene looked at each other in panic. The seriousness of their crime was hitting them, and they were starting to sober up. They flicked further through the paper, instinctively looking for page 10, where all public punishments were listed. Their hearts skipped a beat when they saw pictures of a Lucilla Bache being flogged in Justice Square for drinking alcohol. "Shit!" exclaimed Francene. "What do we do now?" "Run." The two girls ran into the nearest dark alley, where the promptly tripped over the prostrate body of an unconscious Sarah. The two girls looked at each other as the same plan hit them at the same time. They struggled to lift Sarah's body across the road and into the park. Once in the park they decided to drag Sarah across the grass by her arms. Sarah's dress tore in several place but they didn't care. Once at the statue, they sat Sarah up against the base. Into one hand was put the paint brush and into the other the spirit bottle. The two girls stood back. "Do you think this is right?" whispered Francene. "What choice do we have?" said Loria. "This girl had clearly been drinking, and we found her unconscious in an alley; she must be a nobody who no one is going to miss." "Okay." "What time is it?" "Nearly four." "Right, we'll walk to the police station and report this crime." Sarah's Story Ch. 01 Sarah's Story #1: Anniversary Gift Sarah and I have been married now for 2 years. The following story happened on our anniversary. She is a great lady, 25, with long strawberry blond hair, 5’4”, 130lbs, 34B titties, a narrow waist, and a killer ass. To top it all off she has almost milk white skin. As for me, I am 34, 5’6”, 150lbs, with a fairly thick 6” cock. We had gone out for dinner and caught an early show, we were both anxious to get home. Dressing up always makes Sarah horny and it works for me too. I like showing Sarah off, the way other men look at her is quite erotic. She was wearing her favorite little black dress and I could barely keep my hands off her on the drive home. After a 40-min drive we were both ready for a long night of fun. She was so hot she could not wait for me to park the car, she said she wanted to change into the gift I bought her. The thought of her in a black lace teddy made my cock ache. As I watched her head for the door I asked if she had her key. Sarah just laughed, “That’s why we moved to the country.” “You are too trusting,” I said. Her reply was the same as always, “Locks are for honest people.” I took my time putting the car away, figuring I would give her a head start on getting changed. When I went inside I was greeted with a familiar silhouette sitting in a chair at the end of the hall. It was quite dark, but I could see that she was still wearing the dress. I asked if she needed help undressing, she didn’t answer. A viscous punch to the gut was what greeted me. The next thing I knew, I was being picked up off the floor and slammed into a kitchen chair. No one said a word but I could feel something quite sharp pressing against my throat. Sarah was bound to her chair with duct tape on her mouth. I tried to speak; this got the blade pushed harder against my throat and the feeling of blood starting to trickle down my neck ended my visions of being a hero. Soon after I was bound just as my wife was. The lighting was poor, but Sarah looked surprisingly calm unlike myself. As the men started talking I was brought back to reality. There were three of them, two easily over six feet, they were wearing ski masks of some kind, and seemed very upset at being interrupted. They were discussing what to do with us and for the first time addressed me directly. The smallest of the three, who was about 5’10”, said that the only thing that was keeping us alive was the fact that we had not seen their faces. For a moment I thought they were going to leave, then I noticed the other two looking at my Sarah. They nudged their leader and pointed to my wife. They were arguing but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I had a good idea of the way their thoughts were running and from the look on Sarah’s face, so did she. Sarah had told me she had always fantasized about being taken by strangers, and although the idea of watching my wife getting gang-fucked was good foreplay, thinking it and doing it were totally different things. “Change of plans,” said the leader. “The only thing we see around here worth taking is your wife.” I tried to get up but only got another punch in the gut for my trouble. They untied my wife from the chair and stood her up. One of them said, “Turn on the lights, I want to get a better look at our new bitch.” “ Fuck she is hot! Let’s see her ass!” Said another. When they pulled up her dress, I could see her new thong, and that she must have shaved her pussy for our anniversary. The other thing I noticed was that she was more than a little wet. She was actually getting off on this. “This bitch wants it!” Said the tallest man. “She is dripping,” said another. They pulled the tape off her pretty little mouth and she let out a scream. They spun her around to face me, she only looked at the floor. I felt terrible; this was getting way out of hand. The leader spoke again, “What’s your name bitch?” “Sa, Sa, Sarah,” she finally got out. “Well Sarah,” said the leader. “Take a good look at your husband, because if you don’t perform like a good little slut. You will never see him again.” The blood drying on my neck was enough to convince her he was serious. “Now here are the rules.” Said the leader. “First. I am not wearing this fucking ski mask all night, so you need to get blindfolded.” With the other two still holding her, he cut a long strip from her dress. He spoke again, “You will do what you are told, with no argument or he gets cut! Every time you refuse us anything he gets cut! Understand?” She nodded. “Now most important. Pay attention bitch! If that blindfold comes off for any reason I will kill you both! Got it?” She nodded again. “Tell me you understand!” Said Tom. “Yes, I understand.” Sarah replied with fear in her voice. “Good.” Tom said. “Then you both just might live through this. I am going to untie you now, stand perfectly still.” With that he went behind her and cut the rope on her hands. “Good, good. Now take off that dress!” She started to hesitate; the knife was again at my throat. I had never seen her strip so fast! She stood there in her bra and thong. Tom spoke again, “Much better. Now take one last look at your husband; if you do what you’re told he will look the same when we’ve finished having our fun.” The blindfold went on, and she was led to our bedroom. A moment later, Tom and one of the other men came back out of the bedroom and closed the door. He removed his mask and knelt down beside me. “Well?” He said, “Is this what you wanted? … Oh yes, I forgot.” he said, and ripped the tape from my mouth. “No you mother fucker that’s not what we agreed on at all!” He struck me in the stomach again. “Shut up! Or the tape goes back on!” Tom paused for a moment. “You paid me to make your wife think she was going to get gang raped, is that not what you said her fantasy was?” I nodded; I could barely breathe, let alone speak. “You wanted her blindfolded and horny? Well, she looks pretty horny and blindfolded to me.” I nodded again. “What did you hit me for?” I said. “Burglars are not nice people Mr. Slader, she had to believe you were in danger, so you had to be scared. You looked way too smug when you walked in, she would have known it was a setup.” [Yes, I am a bastard. I did hire Tom. I saw an ad on line, and foolishly called. I thought this would be hot and nasty, and give her a real thrill, but this has gone too far. It was time to end this little drama. The actors have been paid, and well paid I might add. I just need to find a way to end this so that Sarah does not divorce me.] Tom slapped me across the face, “Pay attention dumb fuck! I’m not through talking!” “Ok, ok!” I said, “This is over! You guys have to leave! I paid you and you did your job, now untie me and get out of my house!” Tom smiled a slow, evil smile and re-taped my mouth. “Well as I said, there has been a change in plans, they have been changed since we saw the pictures of your wife. Now do you want to watch or do you want to be left out here?” Tom did not wait for a reply. They picked up my chair and carried me into the bedroom. Boy was I in for a surprise! There was my wife sitting on the side of our bed, still blindfolded. Beside her was a very large and very naked black man. Tom spoke to her and told her she was doing fine and that if she kept up her end of the bargain everything would be all right. “We are going to have fun tonight.” Tom said, “You are going to be our little fuck toy. We moved your husband to the living room, and turned on the stereo. He will not be able to hear you. So relax and let yourself enjoy this.” “You’re a fucking bastard!” Sarah said. “Yes I am dear, now take off your clothes!” When she took off her bra, the room became suddenly brighter. That’s when I noticed the two cameras, and the four other men, seven altogether. That fucking bastard! I could not believe it! Not only was this fucker going to rape my wife, he was going to film it! And I could do nothing but watch. How could I have been so stupid? These guys were pretty big, all 5’10” or taller. And being in a chair a cock height. Let’s just say that they all looked pretty well hung. One other thing that I noticed was that Tom and I were the only white guys. Tom’s voice brought me back from my daze. “Time to play dear.” Tom said. “Get on your knees” I then heard something that really surprised me. My wife shyly asked, “Are you sure he can’t hear us?” “Yes I am sure.” Said Tom. (Tom was quite a convincing performer) “And you will let us go when you are done?” She asked. “You have my word,” said Tom. “Then give me some cock!” Said my wife. With that, Tom pushed her to her knees and she ran her hands up his legs until she found his hardening cock. Sarah is a great cocksucker, and now seemed to be no exception. I did not think she could put that much cock in her mouth! Tom’s cock was thinner than mine, but it was at least 8” long. The black man beside her said he wanted to eat some pussy while it was still fresh. Tom pushed her head off his cock with a loud pop, “Up on the bed dear.” he said. She complied quickly. “Now lay down on your back and spread your legs bitch!” Said the black man. She seemed very willing, I have never seen her so wet. He grabbed her by the sides of her milky white ass and started lapping her pussy like an old dog. “This is fine eating pussy.” He said. “Did you shave it just for me?” She did not have time to answer before Tom slid his cock back in her mouth. There was a line starting to form so Tom pulled out and let the next man have his turn. This was hot! My wife was going to suck a black man! He was hard almost immediately. His cock was not much longer than Tom’s but almost twice as thick. Fuck she was playing with his balls! “How do you like black dick?” asked the man. She stopped, pulled it out with a slurp. “Tastes pretty good.” then went back to sucking. One of the cameramen was only about 2 feet away and got that whole little exchange on tape. If only she knew she was being filmed! Sarah suddenly tensed, the pussy eating must have gotten to be too much! She thrashed quite a bit. It did not take long for her to cum. Less than 5 minutes! Normally it takes me at least 15min to get her off. She really was getting into this. The black man got up off the bed and Tom took his place. The man in her mouth got on the bed and started sucking her tits. The man running the stationary camera replaced him. She just kept sucking. This is when I noticed something. There were never more than three of them touching her at once. These guys were good. Almost like they were following a script. Then another shock. Sarah pulled the black cock from her mouth, and said, “Is no one going to fuck me?” Good thing I was sitting already! In our two years together she never had any hang-ups about sex, but I had no idea she could be such a wanton slut! Tom just said, “Yes dear.” and thrust into her. She just moaned. He fucked her hard for about 5min, then got off the bed and was replaced by another stud. The cock in her mouth was changed at the same time. The man at the portable camera was the only one not getting in on the fun. He was also the only one with his clothes still on. Strange, I thought. The sounds of Sarah gagging brought me back, the 9” cock in her mouth had cum and it was running down the side of her face. Now that was a nasty sight! “That’s a good bitch.” He said. They flipped her over on to her knees; the large black men moving her body with little effort. Then another stud stepped up to take her from behind. He fucked her hard and kept slapping her pretty white ass. They kept this up for about 20 minutes, one fucking her from behind and another in her mouth, with two new men stepping in every 5 minutes. She just kept asking for more and pushing back against the trusts of her black studs. The man doing her from behind pulled out and came on her back. “The bitch is getting pretty loose,” he said to Tom as he climbed down off the bed. Tom smiled as he looked at me. “I can fix that.” Tom slid under her and drove his hard cock into her wet pussy. The man in her mouth pulled out and climbed on to the bed behind her. Sarah tensed as he pushed into her already stuffed pussy. She let out a small scream as he pushed deeper. “Tight now.” he said. Sarah kept moaning with each thrust. A third man stepped up, grabbed her by the hair and started fucking her mouth. He came not long after. And the way she coughed I think most of it went down her throat. Tom got out from underneath, and was replaced by a fresh stud. The two cocks in her pussy fucked her hard and filled her with hot cum, she orgasmed when they did. I could hear Tom ask her if it was good. “Yessss!” she hissed. They left her laying on the bed for a few minutes and the cameraman moved in to film the cum running out of her pussy. Tom came over and whispered in my ear, “You like?” I nodded. There was a large wet spot on the front of my pants. “She likes.” he said. “If you promise to stay in the chair and not interrupt I will untie you.” I nodded. [What could I do, I mean she was enjoying it for fucks sake!] Tom untied me, and I pulled off the tape. I whispered in his ear that I would kill him if he hurt her. He only laughed. He called to Sarah. “Do you want more?” “Yes.” she said as she rubbed the blindfold. “Remember our agreement!” he said, “If the blindfold comes off you die.” She stopped rubbing it. Tom whispered to me, “What would your wife think if she saw you just watching while she got gang fucked?” “You have rested long enough. Time for something new.” Tom said as he got up on the bed. He had a tube of KY Jelly. He was going to ass fuck her. And somehow she knew it! She got up on all fours, sticking her ass high in the air. “Tell me you want it!” Said Tom as he smeared lube on her asshole. “Please be gentle, you’re a lot bigger than my husband.” she said. “Tell me what you want.” he said again. The camera only inches from her face. Sarah quietly, “I want you to fuck my ass.” “I didn’t hear you.” Said Tom. “Please fuck my ass.” She said, a little louder. He pressed the head of his cock against her asshole, it slipped in about an inch and she squealed. “Now push back.” He said. And she did! It was in full length in no time at all. I have only been in her ass twice in two years, and had to beg to do it! Now she was the one doing the begging. This was amazing. He was thrusting hard and deep, and it didn’t take long for him to cum. He pulled out with a pop, “Damn!” he said, “She is not gaping yet!” “I will fix that.” Said another. He was no longer than Tom but his cock was thicker. He was also not as gentle as Tom. Sarah didn’t seem to mind. The line of cocks formed at her mouth again. My dick was out and in my hand. Fuck this was hot! That’s when I noticed the camera was on me. Guess that was their insurance I would not say anything. He thrust in right to the hilt and moaned, “I am cumming!” He snickered when he pulled out, “She is gaping now!” Two more men fucked her ass and came. The cameraman caught the cum pouring out of her gaping hole. She asked, “Don’t you guys get tired?” Tom responded, “That’s what Viagra is for.” She still thought there were only three. This time one of the men slid under and started fucking her pussy. Another one got up behind her and pushed his big black cock it in her ass. They fucked her hard. My poor little wife was stuffed full of black meat. She moaned and came again. Tom took the portable camera from the only clothed man. He was not much bigger than I in build, maybe a little taller; he looked small compared to the rest. Well apparently height and cock size aren’t linked. This guy was deformed! It was a good 9” soft! Tom spoke to Sarah, “One more member of my crew has arrived. Late as per usual” “Mmmm. Fresh meat.” she purred. “Will you suck him?” Asked Tom. “Do I have a choice?” Asked my wife. He pushed his hardening cock in her mouth and she began to suck. When it stopped growing it was a good 12” long and as thick as my wrist. “Holy fuck!” she said, “Is your friend a horse?” He just laughed. She sucked him for a while, barely getting more than the head in her mouth. She licked up and down the whole length, then sucked his balls. “Time to fuck.” He said. And pushed her down on her back. As he got between her legs, Tom sat behind her on the bed and held her arms, as if on cue two others each took an ankle and held her legs apart. “Thought you might like to try a little bondage.” said Tom. “Ahhhh!!!!” was her only response as the jumbo cock drove into her pussy. He was not gentle at all, like some rutting beast! The more she struggled the tighter they held her. I was beginning to think he was hurting her then she arched up off the bed moaning, she was cumming again. He pulled his shiny black cock out of my wife’s swollen pussy, climbed over her tiny white body, straddled her chest. “Open your mouth princess, I have something for you.” he grunted. He started fucking her mouth. He was holding her by the hair. It wasn’t long before he came, moaning, eyes rolled back in his head. Our cameraman pulled his now shrinking cock from my wife’s mouth, then got off the bed. “The bitch likes cum now, didn’t spill a drop.” Said one of the men. When Tom leaned forward to speak, the camera was only inches from her face. “We are almost finished dear, can you handle a little more?” “Yesss. I can handle more.” Sarah hissed. “Good girl! I want you on your knees again, you have such a nice ass.” Said Tom. She actually giggled! This was no longer the sweet little girl I married, they had changed her, no, released her. When they freed her she could barely move. She was exhausted and it took a couple minutes for her to get back into doggy position. She was covered with sweat and cum. Fuck this was hot, all these men and my poor little wife, I have never wanted her more than I did right now. “What do you want?” Tom asked. “It is your turn to choose dear.” “Fuck Me.” she said. “Where?” Tom asked. “I want it in my ass.” she said. Tom looked at me and smiled. “Fuck my ass, fuck it hard and make me cum!” Sarah demanded. “Yes dear, you shall get your wish.” Was Tom’s response. A man went to either side of the bed, grabbed her and held her in place. Her white ass sticking up in the air was quite a site. The large black men restraining her was a nice visual to. Her asshole had gone back to a normal size. They moved a camera to the front to watch her face and the live cam was at her ass, the final scene was set. That’s when Tom came to my chair, “Your turn husband.” “Not like this.” I said. He just smiled, “If you don’t, you will never see her again.” I had no reason to doubt him. “Oh,” Tom said, “don’t speak, we must not ruin your alibi.” He leaned in, “Fuck her hard, tonight she is not your wife, she is our slut and should be treated as such.” I nodded. I got up and quickly took off my clothes. I had a raging hard on, this was wrong I know but I convinced myself I had no choice. It was time to perform. I climbed on to the bed, rubbed my cock on her pussy for a little lube and then pressed the head of my cock against her anal ring. I could see Tom smiling down by my wife’s head. He was speaking to her. Sarah's Story Ch. 01-03 Warning! Warning! Warning! This is not a typical DG Hear story. Even though it's in Loving Wives, it could have easily been put it a number of other categories; can't tell you which ones without giving away the story. I want to thank LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing of this story. Also a special thank you to Jake Rivers for his advice. I'll be submitting the complete story over the next three days, please watch for it. * Chapter 1 Like many other women, I read these stories on the adult web sites. It's funny that male writers think so differently than female writers. Believe me, the sight of a naked man with a little potbelly is not a sexual turn-on. Seeing the crack of any repairman's ass does not bring instant gratification to most women. Let's face it, the male body standing naked with a dangling cock or a sticking straight out hard-on is not a turn on to most women. Flashers have never figured this out. Granted, there may be women out there that just seeing a man naked is their sexual fantasy, but I personally don't know any of them. The exception to this rule for me is that if a gal is looking for a good time and, say, goes to an all male review and watches the sweating hot bodies dancing, it could be a turn on, mainly because it's what the woman is looking for, a good time. Another, which I found out later in my young life, was if it was my man, the one I wanted to spend time with; his body could be a turn-on to me also. When I want a man, I usually let him know that I'm interested. I believe most women will back me up on this. Most women do not want to be some guy's play toy. Women in love act differently than women who just want some sexual activity. Men need to know this. I am going to tell you my feelings toward men. Not all women feel the same way as me but this is my story. If other women want to tell their story, that's fine with me. My name is Sarah. I now am staying in Canada but feel like I should fly back to Ohio to face my finacee. The problem is I haven't talked to him for over six months and if I see him, I'm not sure exactly how either of us will react. Maybe I should start from the beginning. I was raised in foster homes and most of the foster parents treated me really good. If it wasn't for these generous people who take in stray and troubled kids like I was, I don't know where I would be today. My parents were killed in an auto accident when I was six years old. It was kind of rough for a little kid but I survived it and became a stronger person because of it. I think the problem was, even though these nice people took me in, it was never really my home or my family. I lived in ten different foster homes till I turned eighteen. It was rough for me always moving and never knowing how long I would be at one place. During my high school years it was even harder. I never joined in a lot of extra curricular activities because I never knew how long I would be at any one school. It did make me smarter though. Since I had all this time after school, I studied. Believe it or not, I was an all 'A' student. I didn't date until my senior year of high school. Foster parents seem to hold a tighter rein on us kids. I did have a few friends that I could visit with permission. I was a quiet person but I was strong inside. I didn't really let anyone in. I was always afraid of being hurt. The majority of my sexual learning came from listening to a lot of the other girls talking. Some were real sluts telling us all the things they did with their boyfriends. A few of the foster mothers did tell me some things that they thought I should know. I wanted to know more too. I think it's just part of growing up now, but at the time every time you turned on a TV or went to the movies it was all about sex and how wonderful and glorious it was. Then on the other side there was all this cheating and divorces. It really kind of screwed up my mind. I dated a guy name Joe in my senior year. He was a neighbor to my foster parents so they kind of trusted him. He was the first boy I ever kissed, I mean really kissed, not just those pecks you get from guys. It was okay but I really didn't feel anything really special. He took me to the prom and afterward we parked in a lover's lane. I heard all these girls saying how great sex was and the things they did. I liked Joe so I let him do his thing. I knew he was surprised when I didn't stop him from grabbing my boobs. He actually hurt them: I guess he didn't know how to be gentle. Eventually he put his hands in my panties and was fingering me. It actually felt different than when I used to rub myself like I heard some of the girls say they did. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. He asked me what I thought of it. What was I supposed to think? It was just a cock and it was hard. Believe me; it didn't do a whole lot for me. In the foster homes I had to help change a lot of babies. I just didn't get excited seeing a larger version. "Suck it for me," replied Joe. "I don't think so. Why would I want to put that dirty thing in my mouth? Do you want to suck my pussy?" He looked surprised. I don't think he expected that. My girlfriends told me most guys don't like to kiss their pussy, regardless of what you read. They told me the guys want you to give them head. It's what they told me that's what sucking a guy's cock was: giving head. Anyway, he said he had never done it and didn't think he wanted to. "Can I rub my cock against your pussy then?" he asked. "Sure, if you have a condom. I don't want to get pregnant." I had my mind made up long before we went to the prom that I was going to give up my cherry to him. He was an alright guy and I didn't want to go to college being a virgin. As I said, some of the dumb things girls think of. I took off my panties and we got in the back seat of his parents' van. I sat down and he kind of kneeled in front of me and took his cock and began rubbing it against my pussy lips. I do have to say it felt pretty good. The more he rubbed, the wetter I got. He pushed the head of his cock into me and I screamed out. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yes, just hold still for a minute. You just broke my hymen." "Your what?' he asked. "My hymen, my cherry. Didn't you take health class? You just took my virginity," "Oh, my God, I didn't know. Are you alright?' he asked. "I'm fine now, just go in and out slow and easy," I said. I was a little stunned when my hymen broke. No one told me it would hurt that much. I thought Joe had sex before, seeing the way he always bragged about his dating, but I had a feeling it was the first time for both of us. It was less then five minutes and he was going in and out as fast as he could. He came and shot a load into the condom. I felt some spasms, but I don't think I had an orgasm. I felt it tingle some, but my friends said it felt so good that they would scream out. When he finished coming, he pulled his cock out and told me how great I was. It was the best feeling ever for him. I told him it was good for me too; I didn't want to hurt his feelings. It did feel good while we were doing it, but didn't last long enough. I had sex with him one more time before I headed off to college. There was no orgasm that time either unless that tingly feeling I got was an orgasm. It sure didn't feel anything like the other girls talked about it being so great. Maybe it was just me. Chapter 2: College Life I got a full ride scholarship at the university. I majored in finance and minored in computer science. I wanted to be a broker or an investor, investing other people's money. I was a wiz at math and accounting came easy to me. My scholarship allowed for courses, books and a dorm room. I got a part-time job in the office of the college for a little extra cash to help me out. There was nobody at home to turn to since I was now nineteen and on my own. I roomed with a gal named Vera. She was a good sort and became my best friend. We spent a lot of time hanging together and we even double dated together. We were both freshmen (fresh women, if there is such a thing) and tried to fit in. One of the guys I was dating was Brad. He was a sophomore and belonged to one of the fraternities. They had a special party going on this coming Saturday and they could bring a friend. He asked me to go and, wanting to blend in, I said yes. Vera already had other plans so she wouldn't be going. Brad picked me up and we headed over to their frat house. There was lots of drinking and I could smell weed in the air. Just the smell was making me dizzy. We were dancing and Brad kept bringing me drinks. I knew I was getting a little drunk. Brad started kissing me and it felt good so I kissed him back. Before I knew it, he was rubbing my tits under my sweater. I didn't mind except some of his buddies were watching us. I felt funny having someone watch me so I kind of pushed his hands away. He asked me if I wanted to tour the rest of the frat house. He showed me around a little and then went into his bedroom. He smiled and took me by the hand and led me to the bed. I was pretty drunk by then. I was only nineteen and never drank much other than a few wine coolers. I had no idea how much I had drunk I lay on the bed and he continued kissing me. He unbuttoned my sweater and unclasped my bra - it had a front clasp - and started sucking on my tits. He was a little rough but it felt nice. He undid my jeans and slid his hands down inside my panties. It was really beginning to feel good. He started fingering me and I felt his fingers going in and out. He got up and pulled off my jeans as well as my panties. I was lying there naked except for my sweater still being on but totally unbuttoned. Brad was out of his pants in no time and he was rubbing his cock up and down my slit. He was wearing a condom to be safe. I didn't tell him I was now on the pill. I didn't want any babies at my age. The more he rubbed his cock against my slit, the more I wanted. Other than those couple of quickies with Joe, this was the best sex I had ever had. I felt myself responding and asking him to make love to me. "Say, 'fuck me, Brad' and I'll shove it in," he said. "Brad, just put it in and make love to me," I replied. Brad was the closest I ever had to a boyfriend. I wanted to be loved; I wanted Brad to love me. Here I was naked in front of him, showing him how much I wanted him. "Say it! Say, 'fuck me, Brad, give me your cock.'" I was quite drunk by then and just wanted some sexual relief. I really did think that Brad liked me. After all he did bring me to this party. "Okay, Brad, fuck me. Fuck me now." I said it but I didn't like saying it. It made me feel cheap. "Okay, Sarah, you want Brad's big cock, here it comes," he said as he jammed his cock deep into my waiting pussy. It felt good. I was in half a daze but I felt him holding my leg high as he pumped in and out of my cut. I felt an orgasm coming. God, it felt so good. "More, Brad, fuck me more." As I came I felt him push forward and knew he was coming too. I finally relaxed and closed my eyes for a few seconds and thought about what just happened. All of a sudden there was another guy between my legs jamming his cock into my pussy. "Get off me! What do you think you're doing?" There was this guy fucking me hard. I had no idea who he was. "Brad, get him off of me. Help me, Brad, he's raping me." I looked over and there stood Brad laughing at me. In fact, he came over and held down my arms while his friend fucked me. "He's my fraternity brother. We share everything. It's not every freshman that gets fucked by a senior. Isn't that right, Dana?" he said to the man raping me. I was trying to fight back but with Brad helping hold me down I could hardly move. It didn't feel good. It hurt like hell. There was no love, no sweetness and no tenderness, just a hard cock tearing into my pussy. How can a man enjoy belittling a woman like this? I heard him grunt and deposit his sperm in me. He wasn't even wearing a condom. "You son of a bitch, I'll call the campus police on you. I'll tell them you raped me." He laughed at me. "Who's going to believe you, Bitch? You come to our party willingly and get drunk and get fucked. They'll just think that you had remorse afterwards. Happens all the time." "You bastards! Somewhere, sometime, you'll get yours." I knew he was right. Who would believe me? When Brad let go of my arms I slapped him hard across the face. "If you ever come near me again, I will kill you, you son-of-a-bitch. You're a poor excuse for a man. Maybe someday you can hold down your future wife so your buddy here can fuck her." I know he was stunned by the slap and by my words. Maybe it gave him something to think about. I grabbed my clothes and ran out of the room and outside the door in front of everyone. When I got outside I got dressed and cried. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of knowing how much they hurt me. It was a long walk back to my dorm room but I didn't care. I was glad to just be away from there and in the cool air. When I got back to my room I got in the shower and rinsed the filth off my body. I saw this Dana guy's cum running down my leg. God, I hoped that someday he would get his. Vera came home and said her date was okay but they just went to the movies. She asked me how my date went and I cried. "What's the matter, Sarah? What happened?" I told her how Brad and I were having sex and then Brad held me down as his friend raped me. Vera put her arms around me, squeezed me tight, then she gently held on to me. "You're too tense. Let me give you a body massage and you can release some of that tenseness." All I had on was a thin nightgown. I looked over at Vera who was my best friend and asked her to be gentle with me. I need to tell you at this point in my life that I have never been with another woman. Vera was taking physical and massage therapy as her major. Vera is bi-sexual; she told me she likes both men and women. I told her that I had never been with a woman and really don't even know what they do. I lay across my bed on my stomach. Vera slowly pulled up my nightie until I finally agreed to take it off. There I was lying naked on my bed. She straddled my butt and started slowly massaging my shoulders. "Sarah, you're so tense. Just relax, I promise you I won't do anything to hurt you. If at any time you feel uncomfortable, just say stop and I will." She put some oil on my back and gently rubbed my back. It felt so good. She would come across little knots and rub them till they went away. She must have rubbed my upper back and shoulders a good fifteen minutes. It felt so good; I never wanted it to end. I felt her rub the sides of my breasts as she massaged my sides. Her touch was so gentle but with just the right pressure. She lowered herself onto my thighs as she rubbed hard against my lower back. She continued rubbing the mound of my butt. She would gently squeeze one. Going lower she put oil on my thighs. I could feel her fingers gently brush against my pussy as she was doing each thigh. "Please, Vera, not there. Not tonight," I begged. "No problem, Honey. Just let me get the top of your thighs." She kept her words and continued on down my legs to my calves. She finished up by rubbing my feet. I turned over and she asked me if I wanted her to do my front. I told her maybe another day. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek and got into her bed. The TV was on while we both dozed off to sleep. Our life went on and one weekend I asked her for another massage. She smiled at me as I lay nude on my stomach again. "Sarah, Honey, you have got to learn to release more of that tension. You're going to wear me out rubbing you," she smiled. "God, Vera, you're so good at giving massages. You almost make me tingle." I turned over and Vera leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I was a bit surprised. I just didn't expect it. "Vera, I'm sorry if you thought I was coming on to you. I'm not gay or bi. I just prefer men. The kiss was nice but it made me feel uneasy and awkward. I love you but I love you as a sister or a best friend, not in a sexual sense. I'm so sorry." Vera smiled at me. "Hey, girlfriend, I prefer guys too, but I do like a change now and again. I truly love you like a sister too. You are just so sweet and innocent. Now do you want the rest of that massage?" "It's not fair to you, Vera. I can't reciprocate; I'm not into rubbing anyone's body, men or women," I answered. "Hey, Sweetheart, I'm going to rub bodies for a living. You are good practice for me. Besides, you have a nicer body than most I'll be massaging. I'll tell you what. You help me with my homework and I'll pay you with massages. Is it a deal?" "What about your release? You should be able to have someone massage you too. "I get my body rubbed most everyday by both men and women. I often volunteer in class so don't worry about me." Vera leaned over and poured warm oil on my breasts. She gently massaged the oil over my breasts and across my nipples. Damn, she was good. She ought to give lessons to men in the art of foreplay. I mean it; she is good. After she did my breasts, she moved down to my upper belly. "Sarah, I'm giving you the executive treatment. I should tell you that even though I'm a woman this is going to turn you on some. Just let yourself go. I promise not to take advantage of the situation." God, she was right. Her rubbing my tummy made me start to tingle. I knew I was beginning to get aroused. She looked down at me as she rubbed my tummy. "Feels good, doesn't it? I knew it would arouse you. It's going to get more tense when I do your lower belly." She stopped and went into her massage bag of goodies and pulled out what looked like a silver mini-rocket. "What is that?" I asked. "Sarah, I promised not to touch your pussy. You need some release so I'm loaning this to you. Believe me; tomorrow you will want me to take you to buy one. It's a mini-vibrator." "I've never used one and I don't know if I want to do that in front of anyone, even you. Besides, it's so small. I doubt if I would even feel it." Vera laughed. "You don't insert this one. All you do is lay it against your clit if you think you want to have an orgasm. I will just be rubbing hot oil on your lower belly and down to your mound. So it's up to you if you want to try it. Believe me, it does the job," smiled Vera. Vera began rubbing the hot oil on me and every time she touched me I felt myself sucking in my breath. It felt so good. I was really getting turned on. I took the little vibrator and turned it on and felt it humming in my hand. "Go ahead, Sarah. Just lay it against your clit. You'll know where you want it," said Vera. I put it against my clit and maneuvered it around a little and I felt an orgasm coming on. God, it felt so good. I was trying to keep quiet. "Let it out, Sarah. Let the little wonder do its job. Let yourself go." I screamed out as an orgasm hit me. "Oh, God, Vera, I can't believe the feeling. It feels so good." "Just hold it there for another minute. You'll come down slowly," replied Vera. I felt my breathing come back to normal and glanced up at a smiling Vera. She handed me a washcloth and told me I may need to wipe a little. We both laughed as she leaned over and I gave her a big hug. "I love you, Vera." Then thinking of what I had just said, "But you know I mean as a best friend." She hugged me again. "Me too, Sarah, we'll always be best friends. ---------------------------- We went on through our daily lives attending our classes and I worked in the office for my spending money. Vera started doing some massages on the side. She said it was good experience and she made a few bucks. Sarah's Story Ch. 01-03 We both dated once in a while. I didn't find a whole lot of guys that seemed mature enough. I guess they all went to college to get laid. After my experience with Brad, I didn't bed anyone. It took awhile to get over the rape episode, but between my massages and my little friend I bought; it was a lot less hassle. I saw Brad on campus a few times but he stayed clear of me. Whenever I saw him talking to a girl on campus I let her know about my date with him. I know I spoiled more then a few of his dates. The other guy, Dana, had graduated. I wish I could have made it a little harder for him too, but it was too late. Funny, after being raped I couldn't even picture his face. Hell, I never found out his last name. Revenge is a dangerous thing. It just swells up in you until you can't take it anymore. It was always something I kept in the back of my mind. I wanted these idiot guys to get payback. I'm not saying I'm right here. I'm saying it's how I felt. I had made a lot of friends on campus. Since I worked in the office, I was able to help a lot of the new students out. Even though I had dozens of friends, Vera was the only one I confided in. I guess never having a real family with roots kind of worked on me. Since I was on my own I took care of myself. By that, I mean people knew that I meant business. I wasn't teased too often because most of the people that did know me knew I wasn't afraid to fight back. No one was going to manhandle me again and get away with it. I made myself that promise. Vera came up to me one day and asked if I wanted to go cause some trouble. "What exactly do you have in mind?" I asked Vera. "That fraternity that Brad belongs to is having another party," replied Vera. "I don't think it's something I want to go to, Vera." "Well, I was just thinking about nosing around a bit. I hear Brad bought a new set of wheels and he always parks it in the back row behind the frat house. I was just wondering if he would be mad if it happened to get scratched," said Vera. We smiled at each other and made our plans. We had to make sure no one would see us there so we wore black clothing and even a black hood and gloves. On that night we waited until after midnight and knew most partygoers would be drunk. We took an awl and a screwdriver and snuck to the back of the lot and scratched the hell out of his new vehicle. Vera used the awl and stabbed the two rear tires producing a slow leak. We hurried back to our apartment and with a feeling of closure, we watched a couple of movies. The next morning around ten there was a knock at our door. I had taken a shower and had put on a long tee shirt. Vera was in the shower at the time when I answered the door. There stood a campus cop and Brad was standing behind him not looking very happy. "Are you Sarah Horn?" asked the officer. "Yes, I am. What can I do for you, officer?" I asked. "May we step in and talk to you for a few minutes?" "You can come in, officer, but that bastard isn't setting foot in my apartment," I replied looking back at Brad. Brad started to say something when the officer told him to wait outside and he would be right out. "What's this all about? Why would you bring that creep by my house?" I asked. "So you know Brad?" the officer asked. "Yeah, we dated about two years ago. I have to say it was the worst day of my life. So answer my question; what do you want?" "I need to know where you were last night. Brad's car got messed up pretty badly and he seems to think you might have done it. He said you are carrying a pretty heavy grudge against him." "If I would have damaged anything, it wouldn't have been his car. It would have been him. I'm not afraid to say I hate him but I didn't hurt his precious car." "So, can you tell me where you were last night, just for the record?" "I was here most of the night. My roomy and I drove over and rented three horror flicks." I reached over and showed him the disks. "That was around eight." I showed him the time receipt from the video shop. "We came back here and ordered a pizza around nine." I pointed to the pizza box. "I can look for the receipt so you can see the time if you like. We ate pizza and watched flicks till we went to bed. That's about it officer. Anything else I can help you with?" "I would like to verify this with your roomy. Is she at home?" About that time Vera came out of the bathroom with her tee shirt on. "Vera, this officer wants to talk to you. Something about someone doing something to Brad's car." Vera smiled at the cop. "Hi, Bill. What are you here for? I don't give massages at my place. If you like I can come by in about an hour." "Vera," said the cop. "I didn't know this was your apartment. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to bother you. I'll just tell Brad that he was mistaken. I'm sorry to have bothered you." "What about that massage?" asked Vera. "I get off at four. Can you come over then? Maybe we can go out for dinner first." "Do you have a friend for my roomy here? She gets hungry too," asked Vera. "Sure, I'll have Dan come along. Sarah, Dan's a really nice guy. If you don't mind a blind date," said Bill. "If he's a friend of Vera, I have no problem. We'll see you at four," I replied. "I'm sorry for questioning you but it's my job," said Bill. "We all do what we have to do, Bill. We'll see you at four," replied Vera. We did have a nice dinner with Bill and his friend, Dan. We even took in a movie. Somehow, I think Vera let Bill know that sex would not be in the offing that night. She was my friend and always had my back. Chapter 3 After College After we received our degrees, Vera and I got an apartment together in Cleveland. She started working at the hospital as a physical therapist. She also did a little massage therapy on her own. I found a position with a major bank. I applied for Broker/Finance position but I had to start out as a teller. The bank wanted its employees to know how the bank ran from the bottom up. I was promised a quick promotion as soon as I learned the entry level positions. Even though we lived in the same apartment, Vera and I didn't see a lot of each other. Our schedules were too hectic to spend much time together. After only a couple of weeks, Vera told me she was dating a doctor. I was so happy for her. After about three months, Vera came to me and said that her doctor/boyfriend was moving back to Canada and asked her to go with him. "Are you going? Does he want to marry you? What about your job?" I asked. "Drake did ask me to marry him. I told him it was way too soon but that I did feel I loved him. He said he was taking a residency there and had already talked to the hospital and they would create a position for me," said Vera. "So, what do you want to do?" "I want to go with him. I'm almost sure he's the one. I told him that we could live together for a little while and if we found we had more going than just the sex that we could then marry." "I'm so happy for you. I'll miss you so much but you're only a plane flight away," I smiled. "When do you expect to move?" "Drake said it would be in three months. God, I wish you could come with us. I'll miss you so much," she cried. "We knew this would happen some day. I just wish it would have been later rather than sooner. I do have some good news though. I got my first promotion at the bank. I was being transferred into the financial accounts division; credit cards, home loans, that sort of stuff. Once I prove I can handle it I will be transferred into the investments section. It's what I want, to handle and invest other people's money." Vera and I tried to see more of each other in the next few months. She introduced me to Drake and they did make a nice couple. I really was happy for them but life goes on. Vera had to get a passport to travel. She told me I should get one sometime so I could come up and be her maid of honor. She was taking all her personal items but leaving most of the furniture. She and Drake were going to drive to Canada using a U-Haul truck. I was really down when she was going to spend her last day at the apartment. We decided to just hang out together and watch a horror flick like we used to. "Do you want a massage? It will be your last one from me. I have a special one for you. Are you game?" We had been drinking fairly heavily and I told her to give me the works. She was such a great masseuse. After she started dating Drake, she stopped giving men massages. I stripped off all my clothes and lay on my bed on my tummy. I looked up and Vera had taken all her clothes off too. She took out a lotion or oil and rubbed it all over her breasts. She was smiling at me when she said, "You're going to love this, Sarah." She got on the bed and lay on top of my back and began to rub her breasts up and down on my back. She was supporting herself with her arms on the bed. Her lower anatomy was pressed against my butt. It felt great! She was massaging me with her breasts. She continued to move lower down my back still using her breasts. When she got down to my butt she got on her knees between my separated legs and used her hands to finish this part of the massage. After doing my butt and legs she asked me to turn over. I do have to admit I was quite excited at the time. Between the booze and the oil massage, I was feeling great. She poured more oil on my breasts and began rubbing it in. She then took her oily hands and rubbed them on her breasts and again lay on top rubbing my breasts with hers. The sensation was wonderful as I was now biting my bottom lip. She kept rubbing breasts to breasts and began to lower herself down my body. She kissed my tummy and I knew I stopped breathing for a few seconds and held my breath. She got up and looked at me. "Sarah, I'm going to kiss you down there. If you feel way too awkward, tell me and I will stop." After saying that, she turned and laid on me in a sixty-nine position. I knew this was what lesbians did and I wasn't one but I was going to go through it this one time. I didn't know how far I would let myself go. She lowered her body onto mine and began kissing my lower mound. I closed my eyes and felt this hot sexual feeling. She now had my lower lips spread and was rubbing and kissing my pussy. She knew exactly where to touch. I felt myself pushing my hips up to meet her mouth. I could feel an orgasm coming. I didn't know it was possible to come just by having my pussy kissed. I guess the mood was there, the lightness in my head that I was feeling. Knowing this was the last time I would be with my best friend in this kind of situation. It was all coming together as I let myself go and felt a climax coming. I opened my eyes and saw the pussy of my best friend. I don't know why I did it, probably the heat of the moment, but I reached my arms above her ass and pulled her pussy down to my lips and buried my face in it. I didn't know what to do so I just tongued it some and kissed it hard. I came with the sudden climax and pushed hard against her pussy while trying to scream out. I pulled my head back and waited for my breathing to come back to normal. Vera got off of me and leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Sarah, I'll never forget you. You will always be my best friend. I know you did this for me." "I love you, Vera. You know that. You are the closest to family that I have ever had. Yes, I did it for you but I also did it for me. I'm not a complete prude." I smiled. "I just wish the men I meet could be as kind, loving and gentle as you." ------------------- Vera and Drake moved the next day. It was a very lonely day for me. My boss knew that my best friend had moved away. He called me into his office and said that he had some news that might cheer me up. "Sarah, we are moving you into brokerage and investment. You will be in charge of any new accounts for anyone wanting to invest. Of course we will oversee how you do for a while. If you have any questions, please let us know. By the way, there is a hefty raise that comes with this position. Congratulation!" I was speechless. I had finally made it to the position I had applied for. I wondered how I received the position so quickly. I asked my boss and was rather surprised. "Sarah, we have watched your handling of finances since you have been with us. We noticed that you have invested your own money wisely. We know that some of the other bank workers have asked you for advice and all your recommendations were A-1. You usually stick with the blue chip and Fortune Five-Hundred companies. You have that sixth sense in the financial arena and we would not want to waste your abilities. Welcome aboard!" From that day on my life seemed to get better. I made a lot of new friends but could never get as close as Vera and I were. I dated a few guys but they just seemed so young or rebounding from their last love. I didn't need that in my life. A few months had gone by when a nice looking older gentleman came up to my desk. "Can I help you?" I said in my softest voice and with a smile. "I'm Leonard Nelson. I have a financial situation I'd like to talk over with you. Some other friends of mine whom you have helped recommended you. This is a fairly delicate situation for me and I really do need some sound advice." "Please sit down, Mr. Nelson, and explain your situation to me. I promise to help you as best I can." "Please call me Leonard. I'm forty-six but when a beautiful you lady calls me Mister, it really makes me feel old." "Okay, Leonard, as long as you call me Sarah, we'll be even," I smiled. "I'm a widower. My wife passed away from cancer about eight months ago. We recently finalized the estate and I have this large sum of money that I'm not sure what to do with. It's over a half million dollars. My kids think they should get some and of course everyone and their cousin is coming to me with their sob stories. I want to do the right thing. Do you have any suggestions?" I don't want to go into all the financial details but we set Leonard up with some great investment choices. He had two kids -- well, they weren't really kids. They were in their twenties and he gave them each fifty thousand dollars. The rest he chose to invest. He was working as a sales manager for one of the large chain stores. He was making a decent wage and really didn't need the extra money at that point in his life. He was such a sweet man. I know he was lonely since the loss of his wife. He was a good looking man and kept himself in decent physical health. He told me he wasn't much into exercise but he did walk a lot. He was very happy with his choices and he said he would get back to me, soon. I didn't want him to think I was just there to take his money but that I could also be a friend. He came back all smiles two days later and we signed all the legal forms. "Sarah, I know you're a young woman and I'm an older man, but would you have dinner with me to celebrate?" "What would we be celebrating, Leonard?" "Meeting you and choosing you as my financial investment counselor," he replied. I had to smile. Here was this man old enough to be my father asking me out to dinner. He had such gentleness to him. Good looking, nice dresser, very courteous, why shouldn't I go out with him? So he was older. As long as he treated me nice, who cared? We had a great time at dinner. He told me about his family and about his job. He was actually fun to be with. He popped into the bank about three days later and asked me out for lunch. After that I bet we went to lunch twice a week for a month. He asked me out to a movie the following weekend. He was always complimenting me and treating me so nice. It got to a point that I really began to like him a lot. I honestly didn't know much about love or the feelings of love to know if that's how I felt. I actually stopped going out with any other guys. After our last date he took me dancing and when he brought me home I invited him in. I got us each a wine cooler and we sat on my sofa. "Sarah, we've been dating for a couple of months now. I think I care for you." I knew what he was getting at. He wanted to kiss me but was too much of a gentleman to take the chance. I stopped his talking by leaning forward and kissing him very tenderly. I pulled back and smiled at him and then leaned forward and kissed him again. I took his hand and placed it gently on my breast. He was very gentle unlike his younger counterparts. We stood and walked into my bedroom. He spoke first. "It's been so long since I've been with a woman." "It's like riding a bike. Just get on and ride. It's something you never forget," I said. We had sex - or did we make love? He was so gentle. He kissed my breasts and gently rubbed my lower belly with his hand. He slipped out of his pants and placed his cock at my slit. He gently rubbed it up and down against my slit making me wet. He finally pushed his cock head slowly it into my waiting pussy. It felt so good. It had been a long time since I felt myself letting go with a man. He spent the night in my bed. I felt safe cuddled up to a man. I couldn't remember the last time that I slept the entire night with a man. I thought the next morning would be awkward but it wasn't. When I woke up, Leonard had taken a shower and had coffee made. I jumped in and took a quick shower and joined him for coffee and bagels. "I had to look through a few drawers to find the coffee filter and bagels. I hope you don't mind." "Leonard, I want to thank you for a wonderful evening. The after party was the best," I smiled. "Sarah, my wife has been gone over ten months now and the only time I'm not lonely is when I'm with you. How do you feel about me? Do you think we have a chance together?" "I care for you, Leonard; I care for you a lot. I don't know if its a heavy like or if it's love. I've never been in love so I don't know. Yes, I do feel that there is a chance for us in the future. We need to give it some time. You need to tell your kids about me; after all I'm more their age but we seem to be so good together. I can't put my finger on it. I can't replace your wife. You two had twenty-six years and two kids together. We can try starting anew. Talk with your kids and get back to me. I don't have any family so I'll just wait to see what you decide. In the month that followed, Leonard talked to his kids. He told me that they were worried that I was some kind of gold digger, going after a widowed man. I guess I was lucky they didn't tell me that directly to my face because I have my vengeful side and would hate to hurt his kids. He did take me to meet them at a family party. They were nice enough and tried to be nice to me. I can understand where they might be worried that I might take their father's money knowing his financial situation. They asked a lot of questions about beneficiaries and how they affect prenuptial agreements. They were asking in general but I know they were more concerned about their father's wealth and their own inheritance. I think I answered the questions so that they didn't feel quite as bad, just in case their father ever popped the question. I didn't know if they knew their father and I were having sex at least once a week. He did walk around with a pretty nice grin on his face and I was feeling pretty good myself. Over the last two months, our bank investment have gone over fifty percent higher than anticipated. I was told by the powers that be that my job was secure for as long as I wanted it. ---------------------------- I received a letter from Vera that said they were going to get married in three months. She told me to get a passport so I could be her maid of honor. I told her about Leonard and she was happy for me. She told me to ask him to come to the wedding. Sarah's Story Ch. 01-03 I have to tell you that I was a bit confused. I never had a steady boyfriend and here I was at twenty-five dating a widower of forty-seven. Never having a family support system can really confuse a single girl. I was alone and liked the idea that someone cared about me for something other than the sex. The sex was good but not a lot of surprises. Leonard was a good man. He worked hard and seemed to be an honest person. My problem was that I didn't know if I looked at him as the father I never had or was he just an older lover? Did I really want to go on and commit to a future with a man twenty plus years my senior? I liked him, maybe loved him. I was happy when he was around, hence not being alone. I decided to take the chance and asked him if he would like to be my date and go to my best friend's wedding in Canada. He said he would love to go so we started making plans. We each sent out for our passport. We needed it to fly to Canada by then. We continued seeing each other a couple of nights a week and we did have sex at least once each week. Things were progressing well. I now had a nice circle of friends and a boyfriend. When we arrived in Canada, Vera was there to greet us. She seemed so happy. We were both crying as we held each other. I introduced her to Leonard and she gave him a big hug. She had us a motel room at the nicest motel she could get. She said that she and Drake were going to pay for our rooms. It was the least they could do seeing we flew in for the wedding. The wedding was great. Vera and Drake looked great together. Leonard was having a good time and talking with a number of the guests. He and I danced one dance after another. He was pretty good on his feet. "Are you having a good time?" Leonard asked me. "Oh, yes, I'm so happy for Vera. She found a man willing to put up with her," I laughed. "Are you willing to put up with an old codger like me, Sarah?" asked Leonard. "What exactly do you mean, Leonard? Are you asking me what I think you are? "Yes, Sarah, I want you to be my wife. I want to make you happy like your friend Vera. I know I'm a lot older than you, but I think we can make it work." I started crying. I never had anyone close outside of Vera. Now I was going to have a husband. "Yes, Leonard, I'll marry you. I can't replace your Mary, but I'll do everything in my power to be a good wife to you." I told Vera and she jumped for joy with me. She asked me when the wedding would be and I told her I didn't know. Leonard had just asked me and I said yes. I promised her that she would be the first to know when we set the date. God, I was so happy. Leonard might have been older but he was a sweet, sweet man. We really enjoyed ourselves at the wedding. The time we spent in the motel was special too. I made love to my future husband. Just the thought of someone loving me for who I am was all that I could ask for. On the trip home and for the next week or so we started making a few plans. One day Leonard came by and wasn't in the best of moods. "What's wrong, Honey?" I asked. "The damn kids! They think our age difference is a problem but I know their real concern is they're worried about their inheritance. Why can't they just be happy for me?" "Maybe we should wait and put it off. I don't want to come between you and your kids," I remarked. "Sarah, my wife was forty-three and died. Any of us can go anytime. Why should I waste months or years of my life waiting? Waiting for what? I told the kids that I didn't care. I told them that we were getting marring next month." "What about planning a wedding and sending out invitations? I don't know if it can be done in a month," I replied. "Sarah, I just want to marry you. I don't want a big wedding and reception. I thought you and I could go to the Mayor's office - he's a friend of mine - and just get married. We don't need a lot of hoopla. I just want you to be my wife." I didn't expect that. He told me he had a big wedding the first time he got married. I was a bit disappointed and wasn't sure what to say. Most all girls growing up think of their big day; white dress and flowers, all part of their special day. It wasn't that Leonard was cheap; it was just that he didn't want to be the center of attention. I didn't want to hurt him. The big wedding would have been nice, but since I didn't have any family and he had two kids that didn't want it to happen, we just went to the Mayor and got married. I called Vera and she was a little pissed at Leonard. She said he should have thought a little more about my feelings too. I told her I was happy. "I am now Mrs. Leonard White, married woman." We both laughed. She went on to tell me she was pregnant. Life was sure being good to her. I was, of course, happy for her. I didn't picture any little ones in my future. ---------------------- Life with Leonard changed after we got married. We didn't go out quite as often. He was good to me but said that he had an idea he wanted to talk over with me. "Sarah, you are a great broker and Investment advisor. Why don't you just run your own business out of the home? I know most of your customers will want you to do their investments." "Leonard, I never thought about that. I only have about seventy thousand dollars invested of my own money. I would need at least another hundred thousand dollars of my own money to help set up that type of operation to prove my worth. These companies expect the brokers to have higher net worth. I just don't have that kind of net worth. I can't use yours because of our pre-nuptial agreement. Your accounts and mine are set up separately due to the agreement." "The agreement said if we divorce within ten years that you can only take out of the marriage what you put into it. Also whatever was added during the marriage would be shared. I can give you money and then it would be yours, wouldn't it?" "Technically, yes, Leonard, it would be mine, but do you really want to do that? Your kids will scream to high heaven if they find out. You know I didn't marry you for your money. I don't want money to be a problem between us. Right now we both contribute to our living expenses." "I want you home with me. It's so quiet and lonely when you're out working and I have days off. I'll have our lawyer sign an affidavit that I'm turning one hundred thousand dollars over to you to start your investment firm. No one else needs to know about it." Leonard and I got along fine. The bank was a little pissed at me since I was quitting to go into business for myself. I started up my business by depositing a hundred and fifty thousand dollars into my own investment. My first customer was Leonard as we transferred his investment with my choice of companies. Soon after starting my home business, I noticed that Leonard had plans other than me just running my business while he was at work. I was now the cook and maid for him also. Little by little he was treating me more like a housekeeper or one of his kids. "Sarah, get me this," or, "Sarah, what's for dinner?" I didn't mind being the woman of the house but it seemed that I was doing just about everything for him. I talked to him about it and he said he would try to do more. Of course he said Mary, his dead wife, never worked outside the home and that probably is why she didn't have problems doing the housework. I was about ready to hit him with a frying pan when he said he would take me out for dinner, something we didn't do nearly as often as we used to. Other than the sex which we did have maybe every other week, Leonard was more of a father figure than a husband. I still felt I was a lucky woman to have a husband who cared for me and we did live a decent life. We were married about two years when I wasn't feeling good. I went and saw the doctor and he told me I was getting a bit stressed out and that it seemed I had some allergy problems. He took me off all my pills for two months and said he would start them back one at a time till he found out which one was causing me problems. I was feeling much better and was more than willing to have sex with Leonard. He was happy about that. About two months after that I told the doctor that my stomach was bothering me. He gave me a physical and told me I was pregnant. I was so happy. I can't tell you how great that made me feel. I couldn't wait to get home and tell Leonard. I finally was going to have a blood relative of my very own. It might not seem important to other people but I really wanted to have a family to call my own. When I got home I made Leonard his favorite meal and had candles set-up for just the right light. I wanted everything to be just right. I heard Leonard pull in the drive and I had a little sexy dress on and some mood music in the background. "Wow, what's the special occasion, Honey?" asked Leonard. "Did you land some gigantic account? We celebrated my birthday last month," he smiled. "Let's eat first and then I'll tell you the great news. Don't ask any questions; I don't want you to spoil the surprise." Leonard kept smiling all through dinner. After we ate I told him the dishes could wait and took him by the hand and into the bedroom. I slipped off my dress as he followed by stripping also. We got in bed and he started rubbing my breasts. It felt good but I was waiting for him to get to my tummy. As he was rubbing it, I asked him if he was ready for the surprise. "Of course, are you going to do something kinky?" he asked smiling. "We're going to have a baby," I yelled out. "I went to the doctor today and he told me I was almost three months pregnant. Isn't it wonderful? We're going to be parents. You're going to be a daddy again." I was so happy. He stopped rubbing my tummy. "I thought you were on the pill?" he asked. "I was, but a few months back I stopped taking all my medications. I guess that's when I got pregnant. Aren't you happy about this? We're going to have a baby," I said looking worried at him. "You should have told me you stopped taking the pill. I could have used a condom or something. You should have said something." "My God, Leonard. We're a married couple and we are having a baby. I thought you would have been happy about it. I didn't trick you into anything. We made love and it happened." "I don't want another child. I did my share of child rearing and I'm through with it. I just want it to be you and me together forever. I don't want any more kids." "What are you saying?" I was crying. "This is our baby; my flesh and blood. If you think for a second that I will get rid of my baby, you're sadly mistaken. I'm going to have this baby and raise it on my own if I have to. I've never seen this side of you, Leonard, and I have to say I hate it." "Please listen, Sarah, I love you. I just don't want any more children. You've been happy, haven't you? I'll buy you anything you want but I just don't want any more kids. I'm through with that part of my life." I was crying as I got up and went to sleep in the spare room. I couldn't believe that a man like Leonard wouldn't want his child. I know that I cried myself to sleep. In the days that followed, Leonard and I didn't get along at all. He asked me when I was going to go see the doctor. I knew it was his way of asking me when I was going to get an abortion. It wasn't going to happen. I would leave Leonard first and take my child and raise it by myself if necessary. The following evening we had a dinner appointment with a couple of our friends that we had made a month ago. I told Leonard that I would go but, if he said anything about getting rid of my baby to anyone, I would get up and walk out on him. We were to meet these couples about twenty miles away. After I got in the car and we started off, Leonard started in on me. I remember it had started to rain and I told Leonard to pay more attention to his driving. It pissed him off and he started speeding. He was going too fast at the next curve and went into the other lane. There was oncoming traffic and Leonard over corrected and the car went off the right side of the road and over an embankment. I remember screaming and the car rolled over and over. ----------------------- When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I was very groggy when a nurse came up to me. "Where is my husband? Is he alright? We were in an accident," I remember saying to the nurse. "You'll be all right. Just take it easy and you need to get some rest," said the nurse. "My husband! How is he? Is he okay?" "He was banged up a little but he just has a few bruises and scrapes. He's in another room right now, he'll be fine. He's just resting at this time, just like you should be doing," replied the nurse. "My baby ... I'm pregnant. How is my baby?" I asked. "The doctor will be in to see you, just rest right now," said the nurse. "Get the doctor; I want to know about my baby. Get the doctor now," I yelled. I guess I was yelling pretty loud since the doctor came rushing it. "How's my baby, doctor? Is it okay?" The doctor took me by the hand and spoke softly. "Your baby didn't make it, I sorry. Wearing the seatbelt probably saved you and your husband's life. The strain of the belt across your abdomen as well as the pressure of the air bag hurt your baby. It must have died right away. I'm so very sorry." I started crying and the nurse came back and held me. I wanted to die. The person who meant the most to me in my entire life never even had a chance at life. The doctor told me later that since the fetus was no longer alive it was best to remove it the next day. My internal body parts would need time to heal. The doctor did tell me I would still be able to have kids. A lot of good that would be as long as I was living with Leonard. I had the D & C done the next day to remove the fetus. I asked the nurse what I would have had. She looked at me sadly and said, "A boy." Leonard came in that evening after he was okay to check out. He came in and sat down next to me. "I'm so sorry, Sarah, but it was probably for the best. Now, we can just go back to the way it was before. Everything will be alright." I couldn't believe what I had just heard. He had no remorse for our son. I think he actually felt relief and not having to deal with it. "You son of a bitch. I'm getting a divorce and I never want to see you again. I can't believe that I married a man who didn't even want his child. You go back to your big empty house and look and sit around and stare at all the pictures of your dead wife. We could have had a good life and a family but all you could think about is yourself. I want nothing more to do with you. Please leave my room." "Sarah, you'll get over it . . ." "Get the hell out of my room and my life," I screamed. I left the marriage with my business. Leonard tried to get the hundred thousand dollars back but his lawyer told him he didn't have a chance in hell. Besides I could have asked for any increase of assets since our marriage. I didn't even ask for anything else except for my own personal things. My business had grown to over two hundred twenty five thousand dollars. Leonard asked if he could keep his investments with me and I told him only if I dealt with his lawyer. I wanted nothing more to do with him. I found a nice apartment and a small office to run my business out of. It was nice seeing people again. Sure, I did most of my business over the Internet but I kind of missed the face-to-face contact with people. I kept in contact with a few of my bank friends so I still had a social life. It just didn't include a lot of sex which was fine with me. * End of Ch. 3 Please watch for chapter 4 Comments welcome DG Hear Sarah's Story Ch. 01 I Judgement day Sarah sat in the corner of her small cell and shivered both because of the cold and of her nervousness. She knew that it was this morning that she would discover her fate. But a week ago she had been a fun and care-free 18-year-old, enjoying freedom as she moved in with her lower-middle class older sisters into a flat, flying the nest. Not academically gifted, her half-decent education had still found her some work as a trainee hairdresser in a posh beauty salon frequented by the upper classes, a respectable and decent wage hard to come by for an ungifted girl in Grand City these days. As all these good fortunes happened in the same week, her two sisters took her on a night out. She had had a good time, and had remembered not to drink alcohol, because it was now illegal for women to do so. But someone was spiking their drinks – probably the guy who was buying drinks all night to impress the older sister. The sisters had become legless by the end of the night and Sarah had no recollection of what happened. She had been woken up by policemen lying in the street, outfit torn and tattered, beer bottle in hand, below a statue of the Emperor, now daubed in whitewash and 'WOMEN RISE AGAINST THE EMPEROR' graffitied across it. Without questioning, the police had charged her with sedition, heresy, and intoxication, Taken to the White Division of Justice Palace, she had been placed in a cell, an alcove in the courthouses foundations with bars across, as the guards laughed at her torn dress. The next day her sister came to visit, apologising for any responsibility she may have had for Sarah's troubles and bringing a parcel of clothes, promising any legal help the family could afford. Sarah gladly changed out of her dress when she got back to the cell, changing into the plain white underwear, tight blue jeans and olive green tank top her sister had provided, back against the watching guards. She had had a visitor the next day, and this time it was the promised legal help. The lawyer was a woman in her thirties, with surprisingly casual clothes. She explained that the family could not afford to pay her to appear in court, as they had blown most of their savings on buying the flat, but she would give some advice. Be nice to the White Division, she had said, as they give the judge a pre-judgement report on her behaviour. A bit of flesh would ensure her a glowing report, she had said. Sarah's skin crawled, but she listened. Her judge would have an interview with her to decide whether she's presumed innocent or guilty, and the lawyer claimed most judges were open to bribes of sexual favours. Again her skin crawled, but she was desperate to get out of this mess. This advice had also been given to her family and when she arrived at her cell another parcel for her had come through processing. In it was some quality lingerie – lace balconette bra and string panties, with open four-inch strappy heels and make-up. A note said to wear this for the interview and the court appearance to impress the judge. Sarah scoffed in disgust, but the other part of her mind said that the lawyer must know what she was talking about. She had expected to be granted an interview with her judge the next day. Instead, she was a given a note on official courthouse paper. It was from a Judge Cross, identifying himself as the judge responsible for her case. Miss White; You will be tried for charges of sedition, heresy, and illegal intoxication on Thursday 26th May 408 in Female Courtroom 2 at 0930. I am to inform you that I am the judge assigned to your case. The prosecution for this case has already been appointed. It is my obligation to inform you that as you have been charged with sedition and heresy - disloyal crimes - the law demands that you shall be presumed guilty until such a time as your innocence is proven in a court of law. If you do not prove your innocence to me in court you will be found guilty. It is therefore not necessary for you to have a pre-trial interview. You have two days to prepare your case. Judge Cross This brief and impersonal note shocked Sarah. She was presumed guilty! This would make the trial even more nerve-wracking. Two days to prepare her case! What was she supposed to do from her cell? Not fair, she thought. She wondered why that lawyer had not explained this. At least she did not have that humiliating meeting with the judge with her in lingerie. Needless to say the trial had not gone well. She made two mistakes at the beginning. First she pleaded not guilty, as the cheap legal advisor had told her. Second, she wore the lingerie, as advised. Nothing but bra, knickers and high heels in a courtroom. Her make-up was frankly sluttish, bright red lips, heavy mascara, and bright eye shadow. She guessed that this did not make a good impression on the suited lawyers in the room, and she felt totally embarrassed, her face blushing red. When she stated that she was going to defend herself there were audible sniggers in the courtroom. She decided to defend herself by trying to claim she had no recollection of the incident, which was true. The prosecution lawyer did not believe her. "So you claim to have passed out," he sneered at her when she was in the dock, which unfortunately for her was just a cage which left her no modesty. "Yes." "Can you tell us why you passed out?" "I was drinking and..." "So you admit to drinking alcohol!" "No, no! I drank soft drinks all night I swear! I think a man might have spiked my drink." "A man? Do you know his name?" "No...." "Convenient! Do you usually spend nights talking to men whose name you don't know?" Sniggers at that. And so the trial went on this vein. Whatever Sarah said, she was run in rings by the prosecution and the judge. Nevertheless, she hoped her passionate belief in her innocence and her humble feminine attire would persuade and seduce the judge. Anyway, her lawyer had said that the worst she could expect was a few years in prison. She wouldn't be the first girl to endure a few months in gaol because of a mistake or even mistaken identity. She had spent the night preparing herself for the worst, convincing herself that she could cope in prison. And now she was awake on her day of fate. She still believed she could win the case, she had to. She sat in the clothes she had been arrested in – the silly lingerie had been discarded and she had been alternating between these clothes and the sensible tank top and jeans her family had been sent in, as there were no washing facilities. These clothes though only reminded her of that night. Her breakfast lay uneaten on the floor of the cell. She was nervous beyond belief. A guard rattled the bars of her cell. "Morning Miss White," he said cheerfully, "big day for you." Sarah merely looked up at him. "You've got a visitor now, then we'll get you ready for court." Sarah was happy to see her mother at that morning's visitation, though it was not in ideal surroundings. Sarah's mother was clearly upset at seeing her daughter. As per standard security procedures in White Division, Sarah was stood in a cubicle with a thick glass front, dressed in nothing but the official White Division uniform, a tight white one-piece leotard, her arms and legs shackles to the sidewalls, all in the name of security and stopping the smuggling of unapproved items. Her mother, sat at a desk in front of the glass screen and having to speak into a microphone, wished her luck. Sarah was glad that her mother did not make it to court yesterday through nerves, or else both would have been even more humiliated. After her mother had left, Sarah was subjected to what was supposed to be a pat search. How anyone was supposed to pass something through the thick glass, how Sarah was supposed to hide something in the skin-tight uniform and that the guards were unusually thorough in this aspect of their job didn't appear to be relevant. Still shackled, a guard came behind Sarah and gave her a perfunctory pat search, but then started to grope her under this pretext. After her ass was given a good mauling, her breasts were seen to. Sarah looked straight ahead in resignation as her perky breasts were kneaded by stubby hands. When the guard was satisfied, she was released. After visitation, a mere 15 minutes, Sarah was led back to her cell and was told to pack all of her belongings into a box provided. These were clearly preparations in case she was found guilty, which made her nerves even more hyperactive. She packed her jeans, tank top, dress from that disastrous Saturday night, underwear, the hated slutty lingerie and shoes into the box. Still in the white costume, she was then led into another room, where a couple of guardsmen were waiting. "Sarah White, corporal," Sarah's escort announced to the senior waiting guard, and left. "Ah, good morning Miss White," the corporal said to Sarah. He seemed surprisingly genial. "I'm Corporal Burris. You're scheduled second in Judge Cross's court this morning, after a trial, so you've got about twenty minutes. We've got cosmetics for you to use – Judge Cross takes verdict hearings very seriously so I suggest you are as presentable as possible." A thought crossed Sarah's mind. "What do I wear?" she asked. "That White Division uniform," the corporal said patiently. "Can't I wear my clothes?" "It's conventional that those who are presumed guilty or are accused of disloyal crimes have to wear the White uniform," he explained. "The white signifies that you have not been found guilty yet, bare thighs mean you are not totally innocent either; Justice Palace is a stickler for traditions like that." He seemed impressed with his explanation. Sarah just nodded. Corporal Burris showed her to a side room, which was equipped with a mirror and makeup on a desk. Sarah stood at the desk – there was no chair – while Corporal Burris stood and watched, apparently disinterested. Sarah tried to apply makeup to her face, but her hands were so shaky from nerves. She contented herself with an application of lipstick, blusher and eye shadow. When she looked in the mirror she was disheartened to find that the colours provided made her look like the dim-witted and over-painted tart she had looked during her trial. She straightened the ride of the leotard over her bum and announced to Corporal Burris that she was ready. Burris looked up from the papers he had being reading. He unlocked the door and showed her back out. Back in the main preparation room, Burris suddenly became busy. "Five minutes left," he said, opening a cupboard. He found what he was looking for. "Turn around and face the wall," he instructed Sarah, suddenly taking on an impatient air of authority. Sarah did as bidden. "Put your hands behind your back." Again Sarah did as told. She felt cold metal on her wrists. The handcuffs were tightened. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest her nerves were so high. Burris forcibly turned her back round and sat her down on a stool. "Okay, I'll just talk you through the procedure in court," he said. "You will be escorted away from here into the courtroom. You will be escorted into the dock, and made to kneel in front of the judge. Your ankles will be locked into cuffs set into the floor roughly shoulder-width apart. If the judge sees any resistance during your appearance, you may find yourself being sentenced to a hundred lashes or a year in prison for contempt of court. Understand?" Sarah nodded, a little overwhelmed. Just then, a door opened and two smartly dressed guards came in. "Corporal, Judge Cross is ready for the verdict hearing of Sarah White," one guard said. "Very well Private Dorsey, she is ready. Please take her." The two guards came over and grasped Sarah's body by her arms. She stood up readily, but her legs were weak and trembling from her nerves and she stumbled a bit. Nevertheless, the guards continued to propel her forwards. She was taken into the wood-panelled corridor which led into the court through the thick oak doors at the end. She remembered walking down here, equally nervous, for her trial. She noticed that it was getting colder. She remembered that the big old courtroom wasn't heated. They reached the end of the corridor. One guard knocked once on the heavy doors. They opened outwards, and a blast of cold air and light hit her. The guards again dragged her forwards. She was led into the dock, a cage set against the back wall of the courtroom. On either side of the court, there were public galleries of half a dozen rows of seats. People would come and enjoy the drama of a day's court proceedings, which could include up to three trials and numerous verdict and sentencing hearings. Sarah quickly found her mother and sisters in the gallery, and they exchanged loving glances. She felt pressure in her shoulders and she let the guards push her down to her knees. She felt her ankles being restrained behind her. She looked down at herself, the white leotard revealing the curves of her small lithe body, her bare thighs, and, most embarrassingly, her nipples made erect and prominent under the material by the cold air. She looked up at the courtroom. She was acutely aware of the interested stares of the dozens of people in the galleries on either side of the court. In the large centre space of the courtroom were two tables – one on Sarah's left for the prosecution and an empty one on her right where her defence should have been, had she had one. The prosecution lawyers were sat at their table, suited and booted and twisting round to have a look at the defendant. They were clearly looking forward to hearing the result of their game of sport. Facing Sarah was the judge's bench. This imposed on the whole court, being twice the height of a man and adorned with the imperial coat of arms. The bench consisted of three chairs, the centre and largest one being vacant at the moment. Suddenly one of the men sat at the judge's bench stood and cried to the court, "All arise!" Everyone in the court stood, apart from Sarah who was restrained. This made her feel even more out of place. Judge Cross strode in from the left hand side of the bench, resplendent in judge's robes, and sat in the centre seat, surveying his small empire. Everyone sat. Sarah shivered. The judge looked at Sarah through the cage piercingly. "Sarah Louise White," he bellowed, "you have been charged with acts of sedition, heresy and illegal intoxication in Grand City centre on the night of Saturday 21st May. You pleaded not guilty. Correct?" "Yes your honour," Sarah croaked, hoarse with nerves. "Sorry?" the judge bellowed from across the other side of the room, unable to hear her. "Yes your honour," she managed a bit more confidently, so that the court could hear. Her heart was thumping so fast she could hear its beats. Judge Cross shuffled with some papers. This was it. "Sarah Louise White," he said, "I hereby find you guilty of the mentioned charges." Sarah's breath caught. She looked up at the judge's bench with pleading looks. The judge continued gravely. "I therefore sentence you, as just punishment for these unspeakable crimes, to be enslaved." There was an audible gasp in the room. Sarah looked up, shocked. A tear formed in her eye as she shook her head. She was mouthing no as she silently pleaded with the judge, too stunned to speak. "This court hereby declares you a sub-human, and strips you of all rights and properties. You have ceased to be a living creature in the eyes of the law and the gods. You will be transported from here and sold as a slave in a public auction in an unspecified part of the Empire. No right of appeal is granted, and your new status is forever permanent." At this, Sarah's tears turned to sobs. "Nooo!" she bawled. "May your punishment be a lesson to all," the judge continued. "Guards," he signalled to the guards in the dock. Sarah's feet were unlocked and she was dragged upright. She knew the ritual; all new sub-humans were stripped nude before the court before being carted off. The chains binding her wrists were released and guards took a firm grip on her bare arms. Sarah was sobbing relentlessly as the enormity of the judgement hit her. She would spend the rest of her life as a sub-human slave, her owner even having the right to torture and murder her just for fun; and this would be permanent for a lifetime. And now she was to be stripped nude in public before her family. Forcefully, the guards pulled the straps of the leotard off her shoulders and down off her arms. Two strong guards then held Sarah's arms in the air. A third guard stood behind her and grabbed the sides of the leotard. "Oh no, please no!" Sarah sobbed, almost incoherently. The guard pulled down the leotard to Sarah's waist. Her small and humble 34B breasts were revealed to the court. Sarah sobbed again, and turned her face away. There was nothing she could do to stop this; she was totally helpless. Why were the sadistic guards prolonging this humiliation for so long? She could not stand the utter shame she was experiencing; she wanted to just disappear from the world, make up and find this was a nightmare, that she still did have a life. And what was worse was that her secret shame was to be revealed to a room full of honourable Grand City citizens. The guard pulled the leotard all the way down. Sarah wailed, not believing this was happening to her. "No no, no, no, no!" she wept softly. Her lithe body, her sex, was revealed to the court. There were a few titters from the crowd. Sarah hid her eyes behind her upheld arm in abject shame. Her cunt was totally hairless, and now her secret was revealed. She had never been able to grow hair down there, an unusual problem, and her first boyfriend had recoiled from having sex when he saw her cunt, presuming she was either a slut or a slave. Since then she had hidden it, and this also meant she had never had sex, a fact that she hoped wasn't going to be found out. Her arms were bought down behind her back and cuffed with a tie wrap. She was held there by the guards. Through teary eyes, Sarah saw the judge looking stern. She looked to her right, and her stomach turned as she saw her mother and two sisters sat there, weeping uncontrollably. Again the reality of the situation hit her, and she felt even more ashamed. She was yanked away from her reverie by the guards and she stumbled along after them, looking one last time at her mother. Mrs White sat in the gallery, and wept as her naked and sluttish daughter was hauled out of a busy courtroom to spend her life as a slave. Sarah's Story Ch. 01 The mirror still showed the bruise, the reminder. Sam and I didn't need it to remind us what happened was real, we remember. But that's the end of the story. It started last summer. We both like doing things around the house, and we love the house we bought. The bad/good news is there are lots to do in a 50 year old house. I bugged my husband yet again. "Sam honey, we have to get the great room painted. I know you want to do it, but painting will take a lot of time, that ceiling is 12 feet high, and you're working such long hours there's no way you could get it done before our Labor Day party." He agreed. Finally. A phone call or two later set up some appointments, and in two days we had arranged for a college kid to do the painting starting in a couple of weeks. House owners know that magic is really easy if the magic wand you wave has enough money on it. That took pressure off Sam, he was feeling frisky. He began doing what we all do, sometimes, during the early stages of making love, during the touching teasing parts of foreplay. You know, when we tell ourselves we're making it more exciting for our partner, but what's really happening is we're making it more exciting for ourselves. My husband of two years was doing that. "Honey, has anyone ever watched you while you were making love?" he asked while his fingers were caressing the inner part of my thigh. "Of course not, Sam," I told him. "I mean, no one except the guy I was with, and you already know about all four of them, present company included. Besides, that's an odd question. Why, have you been watched?" Oh, did he ever rise to that one. "A long time ago, yeah. Remember Marsha, that girl I used to date? We were climbing in the White Mountains, it was up the North Twin trail. We were always horny back then. Our trail crossed a stream, so we walked along the shoreline a hundred yards, went around a bend, found a big rock, and used it as a bed." "So you had outdoor sex, big deal. What about the watching part?" "You know how the paths are on those mountains, they go right up ridges. That's what we thought that trail did. When we started hiking again, we found out the trail took a right turn when it crossed the stream. It passed within 10 yards of our, uh, bedrock. We looked down, and knew if anyone was on the trail they'd have seen us. The stream was noisy, we couldn't have possibly heard them. Well, we started back up the mountain, we used to go pretty fast, and it wasn't too long before we passed another couple. As we passed the guy said something about 'We were watching you two back there.' I said I hoped they liked the show, and we just went up the trail." He continued: "And know what, honey? I love North Twin!" "So long as you don't love Marsha, that's OK." I reached between us, touching him the way he liked to be touched, stroking his cock. I know how to tease, too. "So you liked being watched, huh?You're bad. Did you and Marsha talk about it?" "Oh sure, we talked about that a lot, we got off on knowing we were watched. But pretty soon, we broke up. That was the end of that." "Hmm. So my man starred in a real life sex show, huh?" "I didn't know it at the time, but yeah, I did. That couple watched me do this --" he couldn't wait any longer, and moved onto, make that into, me -- "and I'll bet they bumped uglies that night, thinking about what they saw." "I hate that expression, your cock isn't ugly, I don't think my vagina is, either," I reminded him, as we moved in that comfortable rhythm we knew so well, "but baby, you can 'bump uglies' with me any time, especially when you're gonna start by telling me dirty stories." I was thinking about what he told me later, after he had fallen asleep. I wanted to know more. The next time we were having pelvic percussion -- we have more ways of describing sex that you can imagine -- and I asked him about it. I wanted to get inside his head, and by proxy, Marsha's. "About that time on North Twin -- that's not why you broke up with Marsha, is it?" "No, no, it was other stuff. That being watched stuff, that part was fun, it added spice to life." "I know you liked it, but did she, knowing someone saw her and you, uh. . " "The word you're looking for is 'fucking', and yeah, we both got excited about that. Sort of like you are now," he said, accurately reading me. "You know, I think you're a little jealous." "I am not, you're the man you are because of all you've done before you met me, and I wouldn't want to change you," I told him, and I really believed that, too. "But you sure knew how to have fun back then." "I can't help that you were a lot more inhibited than me," he said. "Not that you're that up tight anymore." I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sensations he was causing, feeling Sam move in me, feeling him get a little warmer, a little bigger, a little closer to the cliff's edge, just like I was. "Would you like to do something like that," he said, pushing hard into me, "arrange it so someone could watch you fuck?" I couldn't answer right than, my wave was just about to break -- and it did. A second or two later I felt him pushing hard into me, and was able to feel that pumping that meant his orgasm started, too. It was during the warm and wet cuddling that followed, a time when he was having that slow deep breathing that meant he was asleep, that I muttered an answer to the question he asked, whispering it into his neck: "I think I would, yeah, I think I just might like to be watched." I awoke the next morning spooned into him, felt his hand on my breast. "You were pretty good last night," he whispered into my throat. "I'd give you a C plus, maybe a B minus." I reached behind me, felt him hardening. "I could do evenbetter if this thing was just bigger, Sam honey," I told him, while that thing got big enough. "Were you actually in me? I couldn't tell." Uh, readers, about our banter -- we can get away with saying things like that because we're very secure with each other. Otherwise, it would be the start of a war, wouldn't it? "Now about last night," he said, "I guess I was dreaming, but if I was, in my dream you were saying you'd like to be watched sometime." I love the way he makes it easy for me to escape from embarrassing circumstances. How easy it would be to say "You must have been dreaming, honey, I wouldn't want to do anything like that." I wiggled against him instead, feeling his penis against my buttocks. "Maybe that would be really something," I said, "to be watched." His cock twitched against me. "I'd like that, too, 'cause I think we're awfully sexy together," his voice was a little hoarse. Sam was getting off on that idea, I wanted to bring him back to earth. "But how could we do that, let someone see us, how, and still be safe?" "I don't know, let's think about that. Uh, let's think about that some other time. Right now why don't we think about what we'd do, you know, if we knew we were being watched?" "Wellll, If someone was watching," I said, "I'd like them to see how big you are. I'd like to show them how big I can make you, when I do this." I uncovered his penis, the "Big Horn." "I'd like them to know how well I can play your little Big Horn." By then I was nibbling on its shaft. "And how much of it I can take in my mouth." No, I don't know how to deep throat, don't want to learn (so don't volunteer, guys), but I sure know how to get my husband hot. It didn't take long before said "honey, if you keep doing that you're going to get a hot protein snack. Or, I could make that deposit in your personal vault, where it belongs. But I'm not going to have much of a choice in another minute or two, it's going to be a demand deposit." I knew that, I could feel him throbbing. "Take that to my bank, mister," I said, rolling off him, rolling onto my back, spreading my legs for him. It didn't take him too long to let go. "Already making a withdrawal, huh?" I asked, as he pulled away, "You must have used the express lane." "Couldn't control myself, honey. First of all, you give head as good as a man could want, and on top of that you play with my other head, its insides, I mean. I mean, I was thinking about being watched, knowing someone was watching you do that, and, oh boy, no control at all. It was like I was a teenager, I was that quick. I'm sorry, I hope I didn't leave you hanging somewhere." "I'm not really hanging," I assured him, "but there is a penalty for an early withdrawal." "Oh? You're tough. What penalty?" "You have to make another deposit. I guess I have to help you, uh, 'raise some capital', see if we can get a little 'inflation in the local economy', to get ready to do that," I told him, touch him, finding him still long, but soft. I usually know how to tease him erect, and now I had another tool. "So you want someone to see Mr. Big Horn, huh? Mr. Big Horn, doing the nasty on me? Do you think some guy would get hard, watching us? Think about that, someone getting an erection, seeing us have sex. Do you like that idea?" I was nuzzling his belly, stoking him, while I was talking. His penis was filling back out! Oh, men are so easy. He wasn't at his hardest, not when I went down on him, tasting the flavors of us, smelling our scents. He did get harder when I told him about the tastes, the scents. Then I said "I think it would be fun, knowing someone was watching me do this to you, knowing he was getting hard, just like you're getting hard. Why, you may actually be hard enough for me to ride Big Horn." He was already on his back, it was easy to move over him, easy to position myself, to hold him erect, and to settle on him, pelvis to pelvis, meshed together. "Just lay there, I'll do the work, you think about someone looking at us, maybe from over there," -- I gestured over his head, where someone would see all of me, and his cock, stationary, as I moved on it --- "maybe you should tell me what he'd be thinking, watching us." Oh, it was working, he was harder, now. "He'd be thinking how sexy you are, he'd be thinking he wanted to be the man under you, that you'd be riding him, and he'd have to be masturbating," he said, picking up my rhythms, moving with me. Somehow we moved, somehow I got on the bottom, somehow my husband, spent and soft a half hour ago was hard again, was more than hard, was driving himself toward a second orgasm, oblivious to having already driven me to one, with another beginning to bloom deep in me. "He'd have come long before we did," he said, beginning to come again. In the peaceful time that followed, that hugging time, that recovery time, I snuggled close to him. "Want me to do it again, make you hard again? Whattaya say, Slugger? Wanna try for a triple?" "I'll bet you could do it, too, you vixen, but the people I'd need to be watching would be the paramedics. You'd be killing me." What a nice way to start a Saturday morning. Then came Sunday. The everyday chores were done, we didn't have to worry about the biggies like painting, that was going to get paid for, so we were sitting in the den, the TV providing background noise. Sam reopened last night's topic. "OK, how do we get watched?" Talking about it there, not in the bedroom, made it a serious question. Now that I think about it, it was the second question, the first question, "Should we?" he had assumed was already answered. "If we do it, that's the big question, and if we do it depends on how you think we could get away doing it..sort of a cicular problem, I guess." That was the problem, we knew what we wanted to do, we didn't have any idea how to arrange it. We'd need an inspiration, we were ready, just didn't know how to move ahead. "What about posting some pictures on one of those sites on the Internet?" I suggested. "It wouldn't be real time, but let's check it out." We logged onto Literotica, full of excitement and hope, and followed some links that promised pictures of sexy wives and couples. There's no kind way to say this. Although some pictures were sexy, most were almost clinical. "Look, that doesn't belong here, it should be on a web site for proctologists!" "And this one, in a gynecology textbook." No, we weren't going to post any pictures that let viewers make fun of us. "Oh man, I have it," my usually creative husband said, "a way to know some guy is watching, a guy who already is ready to masturbate." "What are you going to do, take out an ad, hire someone?" "Hell no. Oh, this is going to be so cool. What we're gonna do is video tape us" -- --"NO WAY. Not a chance," I said. "I wouldn't be caught dead on a sex tape. I mean, what if someone we knew saw us. That's stupid!" "No, no, listen a minute. What I want to do it to tape us so no one sees our faces, just a one or two minute segment, and then, oh this is so fucking brilliant, what we're going to do is to rent a sex movie tape from the video store, and in the middle of the movie we'll copy our clip. Every one who rents it, and everybody does rent them, will see our two bodies, and it'll drive them crazy! Especially if we put in a voice over that we live on Long Island, or Suffolk County, or even tell them we live in Northport." It was worth a try. I mean, what else is there to do on a Sunday afternoon in Northport? Other than sail, walk on the beach, walk along our waterfront, go to New Community Cinema, stuff like that, stuff that people actually visit our area to do. Well, we tried. But you know, somehow sex isn't as much fun when you have to choreograph everything to be in a particular 36 inch frame on the bed, careful that the camera can see only torso or the back of a head. We tried for a an hour and a half, so maybe it was more fun than I let on, but when we looked at the video -- well, it was awful. It would have to be edited into a choppy clip. It wasn't up to my, well, my artistic standards. Sam agreed. "OK. We're stuck. How about a swinger's party in the city? Everyone watches everyone else." I vetoed that. "Don't want a swinging environment, honey, I want this to be special for us." There were a couple of minutes of silence, then Sam sat upright. "I got it. I have the answer, and I'm not telling you!" Now, I can offer some meaningful bribes, but he refused to talk. "I'll show you instead, tomorrow afternoon after work. You're gonna love it." It was a long day, Monday was, but I got home at the usual time, to find Sam waiting for me. "Come on, we're going down to Robert Moses State Park, and have a picnic." Picnic basket, blanket, food, all was ready. "I thought the plan was. . ." I started to say, only to have him interrupt: "It is, you'll see." We drove down the Sunken Meadow Parkway, out to Fire Island, parked the car, and went along the beach until we came to a deserted area. Sam smiled. "This'll do, I remember reading about this. Come on!" We left the beach, crossed the high tide line and found a quiet valley between two dunes. There wasn't a set of footprints in sight. "Here's where we're going to have our picnic." "I thought. . ." "Hush, you'll see," he said. He spread the blanket, brought out the wine and cheese and bread. A little was eaten, a lot more was drunk. "And now, time for dessert," my husband said, reaching for me, adjusting me so that I was on my back, on the blanket. "What's going on, I mean I like this, but why here, and why now?" He was pulling at my belt, got it open. "Come on, cooperate," he said. "I read about this, how people flying to the Hamptons in helicopters sometimes see people having sex here. We're going to do it, I'm going to be on top, you'll be looking up, and you'll know if someone is watching. You'll see them, watching you!" "I don't know if I can do this," I told him, but by then he had my pants at my knees, and his mostly off. It was pretty clear HE could do it, Mr. Big Horn looked ready to knock down a wall. I admit to being scared, but I finished getting undressed, too. One touch, and Sam knew I was a long way from being ready. "I can fix that," he said, moving his fingers away, bending over me, kissing my belly, urging me to move my legs apart. I obeyed, feeling dry, and very unsexy. Feeling mostly scared. His mouth covered me, he wasn't inhibited at all. It didn't take very long for his magic to do its work, I was getting ready, he was making me tingle, getting my mind and my body ready for the next act. It WAS sexy, being outside, in the open, with a chance that someone might see us. I opened my eyes to a noise, hearing the whap-whap-whap of a helicopter, saw one moving east a little inland, not quite over us. I felt Sam's tongue probing in me, and saw the chopper nose up a little, saw it start a turn, banking towards us. Sam heard it too. "Wave to him, honey, wave to him!" I felt myself growing very wet, it wasn't just what Sam was doing, it was the helicopter doing a complete turn around us, too. I couldn't resist Sam's suggestion. I just realized I had both hands on his head, holding him to me. I waved at the pilot, and however many passengers he had with one hand, and held Sam in place with the other. "Move, Sam, beside me. I want to do you, too." By the time the chopper completed its second turn at what seemed to be only about as high as our house we were in a classic side by side 69. "You wave too, Sam." I don't often come from oral sex, but I did right then. And the chopper, after a third turn, straightened out, flashed his landing lights at us, and continued eastbound. Sam muttered something. "Huh?" "I was just wondering if he's handling two joysticks right now, one to control the chopper, and one to drive himself out of control." "Maybe there's a woman with him, helping him, that'd be great, wouldn't it?" "Yeah, but most times those are commuter aircraft with a professional pilot. We probably put on a show for a couple of people." "It made me cum, knowing we were watched," I told him. "Not me, not yet, woman. Want to help a man in distress?" It took Sam a couple of minutes to get close, using me, not that I didn't enjoy every stroke. When he was almost ready I said what I was thinking, something that was true, something that made him come in two more seconds. What I said was, "I wish another helicopter would come by about now." We got home a little after sunset, driving fast, in a rush to get to our bedroom. Wouldn't you think we had enough sex for one day? You do? How old are you, 80? You'd have to be an old 80, you'd better check to see if you have a pulse. "You liked doing that, huh?" "More than I thought, yeah, I did," I said as we got ready to recreate the performance we had staged on Fire Island. "It must have been exciting for the people in that chopper, watching us," he grunted. The grunt was because he was already on me, pushing into me. "I think so too." "It would appear, my dear, you're learning how to be more open sexually," reminding me he was so much more experienced sexually than me. "Yeah, you're some teacher. Fire Island was an inspiration. What's your next trick?" I mean, I had been married to this guy for two years, we lived together for a year before that, and he came up with something new that really excited me. What ideas did he have for an encore? "I'm not sure, although, you know, maybe I'd like to do that, to watch." "Huh? You're a performer, honey, not a watcher." "Yeah, I know, and performing with you is fun, but I think I'd like to watch." "You mean like from a helicopter, watching someone? You can see people having sex on TV or by renting a video anytime." "No, not that." He looked at me. "I think I'd like to watch you, like those guys did, watching us, today." His cock got more full and harder, he knew he was introducing me to something very different in the scenario. Sarah's Story Ch. 01 I wasn't ready to deal with that extrapolation, but I knew how to distract him. I held his shaft, rolled toward him. "Hey, little guy," I said, pulling him on top of me, spreading my legs, bringing his fully erect penis to me, "if you can get an erection, I know a place where you can put it." "Oh," he countered, pushing in, "you know, any normal sized penis would just rattle around in there, but mine is a forced fit." It was neither forced nor loose: it was perfect, just like always. He closed his eyes as we moved together, then asked "So, what do you think? Want me to watch you do this?" Seems he wasn't distracted at all. "I thought you got off on knowing someone watched you and Marsha on that, what did you call it, that bedrock?" "Oh, I did, but what's getting me off now is the idea of watching, not being watched." I moved under him for a while, then said "The only way you watching could happen would mean I'd be having sex with someone else. That's a whole lot different than being watched, having someone be a peeping Tom watching us, big guy." He was getting ready to release, I could tell, I know his body language that well. "I don't want to leave you hanging, babe, but I'm about ready to explode. . .' "Let it go, let go," I told him. Not all sex has to end in orgasm for it to be good, and this was plenty good. "I have to let go, I can't hold it, and yes, I was thinking about watching you, watching you with someone else..." and he lost control, I could feel it. Finally, spent, sweaty, he sagged down on me. "Would you do that? For me? Please?" It's one thing to suggest things during sex, the heat of the moment forgives nearly everything, but this was after that, this was with his cock softening, still in me. This wasn't teasing, this was something real! "I don't think I could do that," I told him, holding him to me, enjoying the intimacy. "Oh? That means you don't know that you couldn't, either," he said. "you for sure don't know that you couldn't." "You want me to have an affair, so you can watch. Hey, husband, that's weird, even for you. It's, it's, even sick." "Not an affair, silly, that would break my heart. On the other hand, a little fling, that's a different thing entirely." "Yeah, right." He shifted off me, let his hand drift down my belly, let his fingers began stroking me. "I like the idea of watching you with some guy, seeing him do this, seeing you react to him, doing foreplay you do soooo well, then getting fucked." His fingers were touching me in the perfect place, at the perfect pressure, pushing me close to my own climax. "Oh, Sam, you know how to touch me just right," I told him -- he knew that, of course, he'd been doing it for years now -- "don't stop, I'm almost ready. . ." He changed pressure just enough to make me walk along the cliff, not fall off it. "I know how to play your body, honey, you know that, and I'm not going let you get off, I'm going to hold you on the edge until you agree." I took his hand, tried to guide it, couldn't. Couldn't control my mind, either, thinking of some one else, some other guy doing this to me too, thinking of other hands, other lips, other cocks, thinking about the images Sam put in my mind, and that got me there. My body went tense, then I sagged back. Sam knew. "I thought I could hold you right on the edge, I used to be able to do that, but you got away, you little stinker. I'm losing my touch." "I think you just proved you still have your touch better than ever, Sam," I told him. "Besides, the things you're asking me to do, the things you want to watch me do, they got to me, as much as your touch did." His smile broadened: "Good, I hoped so. Now, honey, if the thought can get your hormones flowing like that, just think of what the deed will do." "Talking about it is one thing, honey, actually doing the deed is big time different," I reminded him. "Not so different, people do things like that all of the time. I mean, how many married people have affairs, stuff like that? This isn't like that, this is sort of within the marriage screwing around." " Me screwing around, so you can watch?" He paused for a while, then agreed. "That's pretty much the idea, you get to play around with some guy you think is sexy, that's your payoff, and I get to watch. That's mine." "I don't think too many guys would agree with that deal, Sam." "The guy wouldn't have to know. Only you'd have to know. You, and me." "I still don't know that I could do it." "And you don't know that you can't, either. I mean, you told me you had sex with, how many? Three other guys before we got married. So, it's not like it's all that a big a thing, is it?" "It is, because we're married now, and that means we don't cheat." "I think technically it's adultery, but it isn't cheating, not if I ask you to do it." "I don't think I could, so don't push it, OK?" He knows me so well, knows when to stop. "OK." The issue wasn't dead, though. "I want to talk about watching," Sam told me when we were returning from an evening in New York. He chose his moment well, there's no escape when you're trapped in a car. I had thought about what he wanted since he made his suggestion a couple of nights ago. I mean, what woman wouldn't have? It came down to this. I told him that I just didn't have enough experience with men to be that adventurous. "I think you could seduce with the best of them," he assured me. "Yeah, sure, making out with some guy sexually while you're watching, having sex with a stranger while you're watching. I'd be so scared, so nervous, I wouldn't be able to move." He's good at overcoming objections, my husband is, but that one seemed to stop him. At least I thought so. I was wrong. That night as we were getting into bed he presented me with a document, carefully hand lettered -- no word processor for this piece of literature. "To my wife," it said. "Whereas, I wish to be a voyeur, with you my voyeuree, you are granted permission to practice a seduction before granting my wish. This permission means there will be no negative repercussions from me, so long as you tell me all about it within a day of it happening. Although falling in lust is encouraged, falling in love is expressly forbidden. Granted this 2nd day of August, 2009. This permission expires September 1, 2009. /s/ Sam." Sarah's Story Ch. 01 It was raining as a huge wave came over the bow of the boat, nearly sweeping me away with it. My boyfriend Jordan called to me from the safety of the top deck to ask if I was ok. I turn around and head back to the top deck before the next wave hits and hug Jordan then whisper in his ear "I'm fine, slightly cold but fine, ok baby?" Jordan smiles down at me and takes my hand in his and starts to walk back to our apartments that we're sharing with Jordan's brother and his family. We're heading back to our apartments when a warning comes over the intercom. "Attention passengers please make your way back to your apartments and stay there until further notice. We have just picked up a severe storm on the radar and are requesting that all passengers stay in their designated areas until further notice. Thank you." We enter the lounge area just as the warning ends and then I look at Jordan, then to his brother Mitchell, who's feeding his 3 month old son, before turning back to the door, opening it and walking up the hall to the Captain's quarters to speak with my father. I knock on the door, and hear my father call "Come in" before opening the door and entering. My father is standing at his window watching the waters below swirl angrily around the boat. He turns to face me and holds his arms out for me. I walk around his desk and into his arms and hug my father back. "Daddy, Jordan proposed to me. And I told him I needed to think about it. What do I do?" I ask. My father leans back to look me in the eyes before saying "Do you love him Sarah? Will you be there for him the way your mother was there for me? Or the way that Katherine was there for Mitchell before she died? Are you ready for that?" I look my father square in the eyes. "Yes daddy, I'm ready." I swiftly leave my fathers' quarters and bump into my older brother Simon. "Whoa little sister, where's the fire?" asks Simon, jokingly. I just smile at Simon and jog down the hall to my apartments. I open my door and walk in to be greeted by Mitchell's oldest son running towards me, giggling excitedly, before he collides with my lower legs, tackling me to the ground. Jordan and Mitchell walk out of baby Connors' room in time to see me hit the floor with Damien wrapped around my legs. "Damien, get off Sarah and go have a bath so you can get ready for bed, ok buddy?" says Jordan while Mitchell gives me a hand up. "Okee unca Jordan" says Damien before hugging me again and racing off to the bathroom. Mitchell laughs at his oldest son's enthusiasm about bath time before turning to look at me. "You ok Sare? He knocked you down pretty hard." asks Mitchell. I look at Mitchell and smile. "I'm fine, it's nothing more than what Simon and Edward's kids do to me and they're older and stronger than little Damien, so I'm fine. Thank you for asking anyway." I walk over to Mitchell and give him a hug before turning to Jordan and kissing him. "I'm going to have a shower and go to bed. Travelling on my fathers' boats always exhausts me. Goodnight all" I say and walk towards my bedroom. I get into my room, close the door behind me and flick the light switch on, to find my brother Edward sitting on the bed waiting for me. "Oh Edward!!!! You scared me. What are you doing here??? I thought you were helping Simon and father. Is something wrong?" I ask anxiously. "No Sarah, nothing is wrong. Father told me that you're accepting Jordan's marriage proposal. Why?" Edward asks looking at me, his eyes lighting up with some unknown emotion. I look at my brother with confusion all over my face as I tried to figure out why the most protective and loving of my brothers' was questioning my choice. Then it dawned on me why and I walk over to Edward and sat on his lap, wrapping myself around him. "Oh Edward, you didn't think we'd be able to keep this up did you? It was bound to end sooner or later. I'm so sorry Edward, I never wanted to hurt you." I murmured in my brothers ear. Edward wraps his arms around me and tilts my head up so I'm looking him in the eye. I try to hide my face from Edward but his hand catches my chin and tilts my face back up to look him in the eye. Edward never takes his eyes off mine as he lowers his mouth across mine and kisses me passionately. I resist at first but give in to my inner passions and start to kiss Edward back. I feel Edward's hands moving on my legs and forcing me to straddling him while he sits on my bed. As Edward and I are kissing, my hips start to gyrate on his crutch and I feel a stirring in his pants. Edwards' hands grasp my hips firmly and pull me harder against him as I'm gyrating, and he starts to thrust upwards to meet my body. As we started to kiss even more deeply I feel Edward's cock rubbing along my ass crack and slit through his jeans. Edward pulls back from me, his lips swollen from kissing me so passionately, and lifts me up into his arms. He walks over to my door and leans down so I may lock it. Then walks to my front door and we lock that too. After locking the doors, Edward walks back to the bed, still carrying me, and lays me gently down on the satin bed cover. His fingers lightly tracing the shape of my breast as he moves his hands over my body. Edward leans across me to my bedside table to pick up my remote and turns on my stereo, which then plays all my favourite songs at random to stop anyone hearing what we are about to do. Edward then turns to face me again. "Are you sure you want to do this Sarah? I mean, you are engaged now and I don't want to make you unfaithful to Jordan. Are you sure you want to make love with me one last time?" Edward questions me as he traces a finger over my calf muscle gently, looking me square in the eyes. I lean up and wrap my fingers around the collar of Edward's shirt and slant my mouth against him urgently for a moment, before pulling back and saying "Yes Edward. I am sure about my decision. Please make love to me one last time. Please Edward; I need you in me now!" That was all Edward needed to hear. His mouth slanted against mine and kissed me with an urgency and desire that rocks me to the core. His hands moving up, and pulling my now saturated sheer red panties down. Edward breaks our kiss only to move my panties to his nose, and inhale my aroma, before throwing them across the room to my clothes hamper, and returns to undressing me. I feel Edward's hand under me as he rolls me onto my stomach to get better access at the zipper on the back of my dress. I shudder lightly as the zipper releases my dress and I feel the satin slither across my skin. As I feel my dress leave my body I roll over onto my back and smile up at Edward. "Your turn to strip now big brother, I want to feel skin on skin, nothing in between." I murmur, my eyes never leaving his. Edward pulls back and looks at my body in admiration. My pale cream coloured skin had a faint flush to it, my cherry coloured nipples sticking out with my piercings highly prominent. My emerald green eyes flash with lust as I watch Edward slowly and teasingly remove his clothing. My tongue runs along my ruby lips as I lick them. I lean up to help my brother remove the last remaining clothes on his body before wrapping my arms and legs around him and kissing him passionately on the lips. Edward rolls over so he's lying on his back while I'm sitting astride him. Edward reaches his hand down between us and positions his cock at my opening and I slide down onto him. We gasp in time with each other as Edward pulls me down on his cock, fast and hard, slamming against my cervix. My head lolls back, as I try not to shriek in joy at the pleasure my brother is giving me. As I start to ride Edward hard and fast, we hear a knock at the door. "Sarah, may I come in my love?" calls Jordan. I look at Edward, and leap up off him while straightening my clothes and urging him towards my ensuite. I make sure the door is shut before unlocking my front door and talking to Jordan. "What's up baby? I was just about to have my shower.....is something wrong?" I ask Jordan. "Can I join you for your shower Sarah? I want to watch you and wash you myself." Jordan replies, looking me square in the eyes. I study Jordan for a moment or two before sighing and meeting Jordan's eyes. "Not tonight my love, I just want to have a fast shower and go to bed. I'm really tired. Plus Father and Simon said we should make Port just after midnight tonight so I want to have slept enough that I'll be able to help them. We're about five or six hours away from Port so I need sleep, and so do you. You know you always sleep for almost a day after travelling." Jordan looks me over taking in the tiredness in my eyes and nods his head once before retreating from my room to talk with his brother. I lock my door once again and go straight to my ensuite to have a shower and find Edward fully naked getting into the shower. "Eddy, what are you doing?" Edward looks over his shoulder at me and smiles before replying "I have Jordan to thank for the idea. When he asked you if he could shower with you I decided that I wanted to do that so I will be showering with my baby sister and washing her body, making her nice and clean." "Such as what brother dearest?" I ask quietly while sliding my clothes off my body and joining him in the shower. Edward reaches around me to shut the door before reaching behind himself to turn the water on, saturating both of us. Edward reached up above himself to grab the liquid soap and pours some into his hands. He then starts to run his hands over my shoulders and hips, gently massaging my body. I lean back into his body, enjoying the feeling of having someone with me that I love and trust. Edwards hands start to become more adventurous as he's washing my body. They move to the front and cup my breasts, lightly massaging my nipples. I lean back harder into his body and one hand starts to slide down my stomach. Edward stops there before asking me "Is this ok Sare? Or would you prefer me to stop?" I lean further back into my brother, curling one of my hands up around his neck before pulling his lips down to mine and kissing him gently. "It's fine my love, please keep going." I whisper. Edwards hand slides lower across my stomach until his hand starts to bend under me, at the same time I turn in his embrace so I am able to face him, allowing him ease of access to my body. His fingers gliding against my skin, parting me and sliding into my centre. His fingers start to fill me, probing lightly. Teasing me, drawing me ever closer, sending me towards the brink. Then his fingers pull away, as he starts to slide lower down my body. My breath catches in my chest as his tongue starts to explore my centre. His tongue slides in and out gently, before sucking my clit between his lips and nibbling it softly, pulling lightly, until my back starts to arch in pleasure, my hands holding him against my cunny. "Edward, please? MORE!!!!!!" I beg breathlessly as he explores my body with his tongue, his hands tracing lightly over my thighs. Edward pulls back abruptly, meeting my eyes, a smile sneaking across his face. "Why should I continue Sarah? You're engaged to Jordan and you're also my sister. Give me one good reason why I should continue what I started." I groan with longing before trying to pull his face up to mine. Edward resists me, and starts to move away but I quickly wrap my legs around him, keeping him pressed hard against my body, rolling my hips slightly, my weight supported on Edwards hips and hands. "I don't want you to stop because I need you Edward. Isn't it obvious? As much as I love Jordan and want to raise a family with him, I can't stop thinking about you. You introduced me to love, and I will always love you dearly. You know as well as I do that if Daddy and Simon found out we would both be disowned. I couldn't bear to know that I was the reason for Daddy to do that to you. I couldn't bear the thought of Simon being disgraced by something I did. I don't even know what it is that caused you to want me in the first place, I only know I'm glad you wanted me." After saying that Edward looks stunned and doesn't even go to stop me from leaving the shower. I grab my bathrobe from behind the door, wrap it around myself and walk back into my room. I curl up on my bed with the teddy that Edward bought me for my birthday and turned the music on my player up. Just as Edward walked out of my ensuite my favourite song started to play. "Why do you insist on listening to that garbage Sarah? It's a terrible excuse for music. What is there about it that fascinates you?" Edward says, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well you see, the songs I listen to are songs that can refer back to me in many different ways Eddy, for example, 'heaven' by DJ Sammy. The first verse is so fucking fitting for me right now." I reply, not meeting my brothers' eyes. "And what does it say then Sarah?" Edward asks, sitting down next to me. I look at my brother, then away again, before standing up and restarting the song. "It says 'baby, you're all that I want, when you're lying here in my arms. I'm finding it hard to believe, we're in heaven'. Happy? Why couldn't you have just listened to it yourself without getting me to tell you, its not like you can't hear it yourself." Edward looks at me, then surprises me by quoting 'Thinking about our younger years, there was only you and me. We were young and wild and free. Now nothing can take you away from me, we've been down that road before, but that's over now. You keep coming back for more.' stands up, walks over to my door, unlocks it, and leaves my room. I stand up, walk over to my door and slam it shut before collapsing on the floor crying. My music player changes song to "Don't say you love me" and I start crying even harder than I already was because I know in my heart, my brother hates me for what just happened and will never make love to me again. I hear a knock at my door over my music but I ignore it and turn my music up, also changing the song. I hear a click in my door and I look up in time to see my brother Simon opening my door. "You might want to put some clothes on Sare-bear, Jordan might get annoyed at me for seeing my baby sister naked before he does." Simon jokes as he shuts my door behind him and makes his way over to my bed to sit down. I look at Simon for a few seconds before I feel the tears welling up in my eyes, and starting to spill over, streaming down my face, onto my breasts and down my stomach. "Sweetie, what happened? Did you and Jordan have a fight? What is it?" Simon begs me dropping off the bed onto his knees beside me, wrapping his arms around me. "Why don't you go talk to Edward, its his fault. I just want to go to bed. I can't take any more of this shit, I just want to sleep some before we make port. If you want answers go pester him." I reply, sobbing slightly before pushing Simon towards my door. Simon leaves my room, shutting the door behind him, only to run into Edward as he is coming back to my room to talk to me. "Simon, what are you doing here? I thought you were on the bridge helping father." Edward asks, surprised all over his face. "Why wouldn't I be here Edward? I came to talk to our sister only to find her on the floor crying and when I asked her what was wrong she said ask you because it is your fault. What the fuck did you do her?" Simon responds with so much venom in his voice that Edward flinches away. "I cant tell you that out here Simon, I don't want everyone to know. As it is I dint want to tell you about it either because you and Father would disown me and Sarah for it but now I guess I've got to tell you don't I?" Edward says, staring at my door as if it is a way for him to escape. I open my door and walk out into the corridor just as Jordan and Mtchell walk out to see what the commotion is. "How about you and Simon go back to the brig to help Father and leave me the fuck alone and stop asking if I'm ok. How does that sound for a plan? All I wanted was a decent nights sleep before we make Port, but no, even that is too much to ask isn't it? And Simon, I will explain it later, I don't care what your reaction will be because you deserve to know what a cunt your brother can be to your own sister. Now all of you fuck off. I want to sleep." and slam my bedroom door shut, just as my father rounds the corner to find out what all the commotion is. "What's going on here then aye? I could hear someone yelling from the brig? And where's my little princess Sarah?" Captain John says quietly, looking at everyone individually, assessing their expressions, before moving past them an knocking on my door. "I said to leave me the fuck alone, or can't you listen?" I yell from my room. "Sarah, open your door now young lady and do not take that fucking tone with me" comes John's reply. My door opens and I step out to greet my Father, burying my face in his chest to hide my renewed tears, and mumble "I'm so so sorry daddy, I really am." John's arms tighten around me, as he looks over his shoulder at both of my brothers, and motions for them to go into my room. "Go back to bed Jordan. Mitchell, I'm sorry we woke you. Its probably her grief over her mother. I'll take care of it from here. Get some sleep,. I'll need you both on the brig at 0530 hrs. to help with the arrival." John says over top of me as he steers me towards my bed, kicking the door shut behind him. My father sits me on my bed, where I manoeuvre myself so I'm as far away from him and my brothers as my bed permits, before curling up into a ball and crying. "Edward, what did you do to her? I heard Simon going on at you just before I got here. Now what the fuck did you do to your sister?" my father snarls at him, angrily. "We just argued Father, that's all. Honestly, I don't understand why she's so upset by it. It's not like we haven't argued before, we are brother and sister after all." Edward says, not meeting John's eyes. I look up from where I'm sitting. "Bullshit Edward, I'm sick of hiding the truth from our family. Just fucking tell him the truth already." John looks between Edward and me, before sitting down on my bed. "What do you have to tell me exactly?" I look at Edward, before getting off my bed and walking to my ensuite. "Edward and I have been sleeping together for the last 5 years. Is that what you wanted to hear? Edward took my virginity and the miscarriage you all thought was to Jordan last year was Edward's too. Are you happy now?" and I shut my ensuite door behind me locking it so no one can follow me. Sarah's Story Ch. 01 My name is Sarah. I'm a graduate and I've been lucky enough to have been accepted on the management fast track course at one of the large chain stores. This is my chosen career for a number of reasons and many of them will become apparent as my story continues. Allow me to tell you a little about myself, and particularly the relevant bits for which I'm sure you'll all waiting. I'm a little over 5 feet tall with a rounded figure, not fat exactly but not one of those size zero nymphs you see in the paper. And there's the first reference you've been angling for: Nymph. It has to be said I have a rather over-developed sex drive. From an early age I discovered the pleasures of auto-erotic massage or masturbation if you like. From there it went to vamping several of the boys at school and also, er, um, some girls as well. There, I've said it. I don't think I have a distinct sexual preference. In fact my orientation allows me double the chance of scoring on a night out. And I love it. It can be an issue sometimes. If there's no immediate chance of getting my rocks off, as they say, I have been known to have to crash out of meetings or whatever I'm doing to pay a visit to the ladies room for a little light refreshment. And that's how it started with Janice, my best friend. We met on a people management course. As interesting as the course was it couldn't compete with the sight of Jan's long slim legs protruding from a short pencil skirt crossing and uncrossing. By the middle of the second day, even wearing a trouser suit she had me enthralled and panting. I have to say that I'm usually pretty good at reading people; the positive signs that tell me something's going to happen. But not Janice. She gave nothing away. It reached the point where I just had to go and sort myself out. I made my excuses and left the course and headed for the toilets. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. What a desperate woman I was. I did a quick scan of the cubicles to ensure no-one was at home and just as I turned to lock the main door Janice barged in, nearly knocking me off my feet. "Oh, sorry. Sarah, isn't it?" She apologised. Her eyes dipping to check my name badge clipped to my blouse. At the same time she raised a hand to lift it as if making sure it was spelt right. Her palm grazed my breast. "Are you alright?" Her other hand slipped around my upper arm and her hazel eyes pierced deep to my soul. My heart raced and goose bumps prickled up my arms. "Fine." I breathed. Her hand slipped away from the badge lightly touching all the way down to my waist. "Oh, god." I think I said then suddenly we were kissing. Our mouths opened and our tongues met. We crashed back against the door our bodies pressed together, grinding and writhing. One of us had the presence of mind to lock the door amidst our hands sliding and touching each other's bodies. Her hands were on my full breasts, squeezing and pulling at my nipples. Mine moulded around her petite mounds and I thumbed her surprisingly large nubs while she squealed into my mouth. Her hand slipped between my legs first, her fingers pressing into my slit. She gasped in a 'god you're already soaking wet' sort of way and I felt her fingers expertly unzip my trousers. It was seconds later her digits were slipping around in my open slit as I moaned loudly against her cheek. With rather less finesse I managed to work my hand inside her trousers and we stood there up against the toilet wall fingering each other zealously. With two of her long fingers pushing firmly into my hot and dripping hole it took less than a minute before I came all over her hand. I moved to return the favour. I pressed my knee between her legs crushing my hand against her pussy with two fingers buried deep inside her. My thumb ground hard against her clit, slipping over it to bring her off too. After a minute panting and gasping against each other we broke away slightly to look at each other. Both of us burst our laughing. "How did you know?" I asked her later. "You couldn't keep your eyes off me." She retorted. "Was I really that obvious?" I asked. "Gagging for it was written all over your face." She laughed. We've been firm friends ever since and shared all sorts of adventures together which, no doubt, I will share with you over the course of these stories. But first I ought to introduce my parents, with whom I live, obviously, being a recent student and poor as a church mouse. They are reasonably well off and we live in nice three bed detached in the suburbs of the big town where we all work. They are respectable people, I always thought, and are quite social with dinner parties at least once a month and various outside interests either together or separately. It wasn't until one evening when I wasn't supposed to be home that I found out the double lives they had lived from way before I was born. I had told them I was going to work the night-shift to gain some experience in the whole re-stocking process. Unfortunately the supervisor who was going to mentor me had called in sick so we decided to reschedule for another time. I have a cheap second hand moped and rode it home. It's not very noisy but I get off at the top of our street just in case our nice neighbours complain anyway. I wheeled it round to the garage and parked it next to Dad's car and went through the back garden to get in through the back door. The path takes me past the big patio doors that look in on the living room. There was a splash of light coming through the chinks in the binds covering the doors. I glanced in, as you do, and had to do a double take. Mum and Dad were in the living room and there was another couple in there with them. That in itself was not unusual. What had stopped me in my tracks was that Mum was in the armchair with her blouse wide open and her big fat tits hanging out. The strange man was sitting on the arm of the chair and was kissing Mum and fondling her breasts. I couldn't believe it. I looked over at the sofa and there was Dad. The woman was saying something to him that I couldn't quite hear and was stroking his cock that she had taken out of his trousers. I could feel myself go into shock. But it was something more than that and something I was trying hard not to accept: I was getting turned on. I tried to tear myself away, get back on my bike and go, somewhere, anywhere but I just kept watching. How long had this been going on? Were Mum and Dad swingers? How had they kept it a secret for so long? So many questions were buzzing through my mind. I felt my nipples stiffen and press uncomfortably into my bra that was already pressed hard against my skin under my shirt and thick leather jacket. I'd worn jeans to work and I could feel my hips involuntarily jerk trying to get some pressure on my pussy that I could feel start to dampen. I turned my gaze back to my Mum who had thrown her head back while the man played with and pulled at her nipples. Their kiss was passionate and deep. She had spread her legs, her skirt riding up her thighs and I could clearly see she had stockings on and lacy white knickers. The man now reached down and slid his hand up her thigh until he was running his fingers up and down her slit as she hunched up to meet his probing. I looked back at Dad and groaned out loud. The woman had her head in his lap and her tongue was licking around the head of his stiff penis. My Dad's naked erect penis. I had seen Dad naked a couple of times by accident but this was something else. My own tongue traced around my lips as I watched, transfixed. It took me a moment to realise that my hand had slipped down between my legs and I was clawing at the crotch of my jeans. At the sight of the woman taking Dad's cock into her mouth my hips jerked forwards, I lost my footing and I staggered forward kicking over a plant pot at the side of the patio door. I was rooted to the spot as Dad suddenly looked round at Mum. Mum pulled her blouse together and Dad struggled to push his stiff cock back into his trousers. Dad leapt out of the chair and yanked the cord on the blind and looked out through the glass seeking some hidden peeping tom or would be burglar. Seeing nothing but his own reflection he reached for the catch and slid open the patio door. That's when they all saw me. I was a bit of a mess and had a look of dumb shock on my face. My jeans were undone but fortunately still up and my jacket was open and my long stiff nipples poked through my shirt. Dad found his voice first. "Sarah, what are you doing here?" It was a bit lame but all he could manage and after all he didn't know how much I'd seen. "Sarah, I thought you were working tonight." Added Mum. "I was, I mean it was cancelled. What's going on here Mum?" It was the strangers who started to bring some normality to the scene. "Aren't you going to introduce us to this delectably young lady?" The man asked. "No." Snapped Dad. "I mean, I'm sorry." Dad corrected himself, remembering that he just might get away with this. "This is my daughter, Sarah. Sarah this is Dan and Julie, friends of ours." Dan stepped forward and clasped my hand. I thought he was going to kiss it and started to giggle but he pulled me towards him and went for a kiss on the cheek instead. "Very nice, my dear, very nice." He whispered in my ear. "Er, Dan, my daughter isn't .." Dad cut himself off not sure how to finish that particular sentence. It was Mum who came to her senses first. "Come in and sit down, Sarah, I think we need to have a chat." Said Mum slipping her arm around me and leading me to the sofa. We sat down with Mum's arm still around me. "Get Sarah a drink John, I think she's a bit shocked." Dad went over to the drinks cabinet and poured me a large vodka and soda and brought it over to me. Julie sat down next to Mum and Dad and Dan stood in front of us. I took a big slug out of my glass. "So what's going on Mum. Don't you and Dad love each other any more?" "No, no. It's nothing like that, Sarah." Assured Mum. "It's just that we .." Mum didn't know how to explain, it was clear. It was Julie that decided that it was easier coming from a stranger. "No, Sarah, your Mum and Dad love each other very much but they both have certain pleasures that they need other people to help them with. They belong to a sort of club that lets them explore other people in a very nice and safe way." "Swingers, then." I said bluntly. "Yes, if you like." Continued Julie. "So you two, um, help them out every now and again." "Yes and other couples too. Sometime more, sometimes less." "Less?" "Yes. Sometimes your Mum or Dad will have one person to help them. Do you find that disgusting? Shocking?" "Shocking, yes." I replied. "Disgusting no, of course not. What Mum and Dad get up to isn't any of my business." "But you liked watching, yes?" That stumped me for a second. How should I answer that? I couldn't admit that watching my Mum and Dad get it on got me as horny as a rabbit. "I didn't mean to ..." "You were touching yourself out there, weren't you?" Ventured Julie. I couldn't answer. "You did like seeing me touch your Daddy's cock? Were you watching my husband with your Mum too?" God this woman was perceptive. She was reading me like a book. Mum's arm suddenly tightened around my shoulder. She shot a look at Julie and I followed her eyes. Julie was looking down and I did too. I gasped, I think. Julie had quietly pulled Mum's blouse open and her big fat boob was just there inches from my face. "Your Mum's got nice boobs, hasn't she?" She didn't wait for an answer. She slipped her hand around Mum's tit and started to massage it. Mum looked a bit nervous but bit her bottom lip when Julie started squeezing the nipple. "Your Mum likes having her tits played with, Sarah." I can vaguely remember someone taking the empty glass and Julie clasping the back of my hand and gently pulled it over and placed it on my own mother's breast. Julie squeezed my hand around it and my mother groaned. "See." Said Julie as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. "That feels good, doesn't it Sarah?" I gulped and found that my mouth was dry. I looked at Julie seeking reassurance, answers, anything. She just smiled. "It's naughty and nasty touching up your own mother but you're loving it, Sarah. Aren't you?" I didn't know what to do or say. I only knew that Julie was no longer making me fondle my Mum's tit, I was doing it myself. Mum was making little ooh and ah sounds as I found myself rolling her large rubbery nipple between my finger and thumb. "Do you know what else is nasty and naughty, Sarah?" She continued. "Your Mum is really enjoying it. Look at her. She's wetting her knickers 'cos her little baby girl is playing with her tits. She's wanted this for a long time. We've spoken about it in our little games. I've even pretended to be you for your Mum and Dad." The words were going in to my head but weren't making any sense. Julie was pretending to be me. Why? "Look at your Dad, Sarah." I looked up and saw something I'd never seen in my Dad's eyes. His eyes were wild and staring watching me play with Mum's tit. I followed Julie's hand as she ran it down over my Dad's tummy and rubbed her hand up and down the bulge in his trousers. "Look Sarah, you've made him very hard." She said as she squeezed the material around my Dad's cock showing the outline. "Do you want to see your Dad's hard cock, Sarah?" She almost spat the word 'cock' making it sound rude and nasty. Again I couldn't speak. I just watched as Julie undid the zip on his trousers and pulled his thick erect penis out into the open. I unconsciously ran my tongue around my lips, Julie noticed. "Looks good enough to eat, doesn't it Sarah?" She said as she ran her elegant fingers up and down the shaft. "Touch it. Touch your Daddy's cock." I found my hand moving by itself. It left Mum's fluid breast and sailed across the air and joined Julie's. I heard my mother groan as my fingers circled her husband's penis and Julie's hand withdrew. I looked up into my Daddy's face. His mouth was slightly open and his breath was rasping in his throat and he was transfixed looking at my hand sliding up and down his erect shaft. Suddenly he noticed me looking at him and looked back tentatively. "It's alright Sarah." He eventually said. "It's alright. It's lovely." I fell in love with him then and there. I leaned forward, unable to help myself, and took him into my mouth. As my lips closed around his thick pulsing shaft and my tongue circled about the underside he groaned loudly. I heard Mum moan softly behind me and her arms wrapped around my shoulders. "That's beautiful, Sarah." She hummed in my ear. "Suck on your Daddy's cock, darling. It's such a beautiful sight." I turned my head slightly so that I could look at her. Her face was so close beside mine I could hear her breathing heavily. I released Dad's cock and, still rubbing my fingers up and down the shaft placed it against her lips. She opened her mouth and lapped at the shiny head before sucking him down deeply. I was aware of movement around me. Dan had pulled his prick out and was rubbing it up and down as he watched us both share Dad's cock. Julie had manoeuvred herself around behind me. I felt her hands on my shoulders as she started to ease off my jacket. I felt Mum help her as my blouse was unbuttoned then my bra unfastened. Dad had started to gently push his cock into my mouth, fucking in and out as my tongue laved his shaft. Gentle hands explored my full breasts, fingers tugging at my nipples as both Mum and Julie worked in unison. While Mum was sucking Dad I turned my head and my lips met Julie's. We share a deep kiss, our tongues duelling. I broke the kiss to take Daddy's prick back into my mouth and came face to face with Mum. We looked at each other for what seemed like forever then we both leant forward and kissed. It was deep and passionate and as we broke away to concentrate on Dad again she whispered "I love you darling." "I love you too, Mum." I breathed back and took Daddy deep into my mouth again. Mum stroked his cock with increasing tempo and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. "Make Daddy cum, Sarah." Gasped Mum into my ear. "You want to see your Daddy cum for you, don't you?" I released his prick for a second. I looked at Mum and smiled. "Yes, Mum. Daddy's going to cum for me." And I took him back into my mouth. I wasn't sure I was ready to let him cum in my mouth, though. To taste him. I also thought the others, as turned on as they were would like to see Daddy spurt. When I felt Daddy stiffen I let him slip from my mouth. Mum understood and rapidly wanked him to completion. I felt the hot cream splash onto my throat, then Mum aimed him at my tits. The spurts were strong and plentiful, streaking across my mounds and hanging from my nipples. Eager hands smoothed the sticky liquid over my firm flesh making it glisten in the light. Delightfully Mum and Julie bent down and started licking the cream off my breasts, both had a nipple and sucked hard. I felt a tightness in my belly and knew I was close to cumming. When Dan stepped forward I looked up at him and nodded. He aimed his cock at me and a second load of cum was soon splashing over my recently cleaned tits. As Mum and Julie worked together to clean me up with their tongues and mouths I came. Sarah's Story Ch. 02 II Induction A naked Sarah was dragged out into the corridor. Her senses were just returning to her and she started to struggle. The guards simply led her over to a locker that was in the corridor, unlocked, took out the gas mask and planted it to Sarah's face. She immediately felt sleepy. *** Sarah woke up groggily. She was blindfolded. Her mouth was held open with a ring gag of some kind, and her jaw hurt. She knew she was naked, and she was lying on a cold metal table. A shiver ran through her body. She suddenly remembered why she was here. She sensed that her sex had been examined, and her secret had been discovered. She tried to move and discovered that she was bound to the table by metal bands round her ankles, wrists and neck. Her sensory deprivation overtook her, and she started thrashing in a desperate attempt to escape this nightmare. She felt a prick on her upper arm and suddenly became aware she couldn't move. She now knew someone was watching her. "That is a neuromuscular-blocking muscle relaxant," a deep, detached voice said to the blind Sarah. "You may find you can't move for a few minutes." She suddenly felt something nip her nipple very tightly. She gasped at the pain. The process was repeated on her other nipple. All of a sudden, her breasts exploded with pain and her limp body jumped up its restraints. "That was for that futile little struggle you put up there," the voice continued. "It was an electric shock. From now on you will be punished for every transgression." Sarah's body received another shock. "And that was for the performance you put on in the corridor outside the courtroom." Sarah tried to talk, but her voice just made incoherent sounds. As well as the gag, she was finding that the muscle relaxant was affecting her tongue. "You are no longer Sarah Louise White, you are a sub-human animal," the voice continued. "You will be known by your slave number, 0569199, for now. You have no rights; you are property and your only reason for existence is to serve your owner. Understand." Sarah did nothing. She received another electric shock. "Understand?!" Sarah managed to grunt and nod her head. "Now, I need to check a few details, so I want you to nod your head for yes. Understand?" Sarah nodded her head. "You are 18 years old, yes?" Again Sarah nodded. "You are a vaginal virgin?" Sarah felt herself blushing as she nodded. "Anal virgin?" Yes again. "And is your crotch hairless naturally." Sarah started crying as she again answered in the affirmative. "Do you have any other skills apart from hairdressing?" That was a no. "That is all for now," the voice said. Sarah felt another prick and began to feel sleepy again. *** Sarah again woke up in strange surroundings. This time, as she woke up groggily, she felt more exposed somehow. As she opened her eyes, she realised she was no longer on a table, and she was no longer sporting a blindfold or a gag. She was however, totally nude and in a cage of some description. She noticed that someone had scrawled a 'V' on her thigh in marker pen, evidently marking her as a virgin, to be preserved for sale. She felt an odd stinging pain in the sole of her left foot. Her wrists were bound in cuffs attached to medium length chains, in turn attached at the edge of the cage above her head. She tested them and found she could move her hands about but could not reach them down to cover her body in any way. The cage itself was about seven feet long, three wide and two high. She groaned as she turned over, and was shocked at what she saw. The cage was in a room flooded with light. It housed two cages, Sarah's and an identical one to her right, about eight feet away. In it was a girl, a startlingly beautiful girl. She was petite and thin, like Sarah, but had exotic dark-tone skin and brunette hair, and a sizzingly sexy face. Her crotch had clearly just been shaved. This girl was asleep, just as Sarah had been a few minutes ago, and her naked body lay unconcerned and displayed, hands attached above her head. Sarah noticed that on the sole of her foot was a tattoo consisting of a string of numbers. Sarah presumed this explained the pain in her foot; her slave number, her new name indelibly marked in a discrete place. Suddenly this girl stirred, and gave a little shriek as she found herself in this unusual position. Sarah suddenly became very aware of her own nakedness, and blushed crimson as she tried to shuffle her body so that her back was turned to her roommate. "Hi." Sarah turned her head to try and see the girl, who had now spoke. She was still lying nonchalantly in her cell, looking inquisitively at Sarah. "Hey, it's okay, I'm not one of them," she said sympathetically. Sarah turned back round. She felt extremely uncomfortable revealing her body like this, and even worse being unable to cover herself. "Hi," she said. "My name's Sam," the girl offered. "Sarah." "How are you coping?" "Not well, a bit of a shock." "Lord yes, it is. How did you end up here?" Sarah paused. "Long story – I'm innocent." "Sure you are honey." "No I am!" "Hey, sush, don't make a scene." "Sorry." "It's okay; I just don't think we should be bringing attention to ourselves. Lord knows where we are." "Why are you here, if you don't mind me asking?" "Long story." Sam flashed Sarah a cheeky grin. "I don't mind," said Sarah, "I don't think we're going anywhere." Sam laughed. They both enjoyed the gallows humour. "Well I'll tell you a little secret," she said conspiratorially. "Go on." "I was once a slave." "Really?" Sarah seemed confused. "I thought slavery was irreversible." She was momentarily hopeful. "Only when you are sentenced to slavery by the courts," Sam explained. "If you're enslaved by a private citizen or company, you can be emancipated." Sarah was a bit crestfallen. So there was no way out for her. "How?" she asked. Sam was a little surprised that Sarah was not entirely familiar with the slavery system, but she just guessed that Sarah had had a private education where the ins and outs of slavery had never been explained to her. She had guessed right. "Usually, if your owner decides to free you, he can pay five thousand lira to the government. The slave then becomes a state slave for twelve months, and is then given a public corporal punishment; it's not meant to make slavery less undesirable you see. The slave is then free. You adopt the surname of your owner and any given name he decides to give you, and you are subjected to triple poll tax, fifteen lira a month." "Go on." "Well, I was originally born in the south of the Empire. When I was sixteen, my parents ran into some financial difficulties. I was young and blinded by love for my parents, and I volunteered myself to be enslaved in place of my mother to pay off the debts. I was sold a couple of times, eventually ending up in Grand City. My last owner was old and died, and I, as property, was inherited by his daughter. She was a kind woman who had no desire to own a slave, and she stumped up the money to emancipate me as a gratitude for nursing her father during his ill-health. Following the rules, I was assigned as a state slave for twelve months. You could be assigned to do anything, hard labour, community service. As it was I was assigned to an Imperial Army battalion to be a company slave – each company is in the possession of at least one slave. Nominally I was there to clean the barracks and cook, but in reality I was the company whore. It was the worst year of my life, being raped in some way every day." "Oh my..." "Well, at least I could see an end to my troubles. Anyway, as I explained to you, at the end of that service you are given a corporal punishment. It is the man responsible for you during your service that decides what the punishment should be, in my case the captain of the company. He was a sadistic man who never liked me, and he decreed that I should be publically given a hundred lashes and then electro-tortured for twenty-four hours." "That sounds awful." "It was. I was whipped in Justice Square before an execution. You can still faintly see the scars on my back. The electro-torture took place back at the barracks, and the entire battalion was entertained for a whole day while my breasts and pussy were shocked at random intervals. And then, finally, I was free. My owner, the daughter, had not known what my real first name was when she had filled in the form, so she had decided to call me Sam after her mother, so I was given this new name and then literally thrown out onto the street." "So how did you end up here?" "Well, I was literally abandoned on the street outside the barracks with no clothes and no money. And, as I said, I was now due triple poll tax. I of course made for the Shacks, trying not to get caught without any clothes. I bought myself a couple of rags through unsavoury means, and then lived on the streets of the Shacks. There was no way I could earn fifteen lira a month, and month after month I was forced to go to debtors' jail. Eventually they charged me with tax evasion and, irony of ironies, I was enslaved. At least now I know what to expect; I actually feel quite comfortable." "I wish I did; I've never been so scared in my life." Sam smiled. "Don't worry, my love. You just need to remember to be obedient, pleasing and to keep out of notice and you'll be fine." Just then, the door to their room was opened, and in walked two guards. Each carried a bottle of some liquid with a sports cap. On guard made his way to Sarah's cage. Sarah curled up in a ball with fear, trying to hide her nakedness despite her arms being outstretched above her head. Her eyes were wide in apprehension. The guard bent down and thrust the bottle through the bars. "Drink this girl, it's a nutrient drink and you may not be fed for a while." Reluctantly, Sarah let her lips enclose the cap and drink the sickly substance. She noticed the guard glance down at the 'V' on her thigh and look disgusted. When she was finished, the bottle was withdrawn through the cage bars. Sam had had the same happen to her, and her bottle was withdrawn through the bars. The two guards got up. "This one's a virgin, can't touch her," Sarah's guard said, sounding disappointed. "Don't worry, we can take turns with Miss Exotic Beauty here," the other man said looking over at Sam, "we were promised a go at one of the bitches." Sarah watched in horror was Sam's cage was opened, and the guards unlocked a hand each to drag the naked body into the centre of the room. Sam looked shocked, but she composed herself remarkably quickly. "Please sirs," she pleaded, getting onto her knees to beg, "I'll suck you both off, real good, just please don't hurt me." The lead guard was already unzipping his flies. "Go on then, show us what you can do." His cock sprung erect from his trousers. The once-confident Sam was now shoving this thing down her throat with all the expertise of a pro. She teased and stroked his shaft and ball sack, and was rewarded reasonably quickly with a throatfull of his hot sperm. She swallowed without needing to be told to, wincing as she did so. The next guard quickly took his place. He was more forceful, and grabbed hold of Sam's ears as he viciously fucked her mouth. Sam struggled to keep her composure, but she did, her eyes wide. The second man visibly tensed up and withdrew from Sam's mouth, to cum over her face. The men laughed as they bungled the disgraced Sam into her cage. Sarah looked on in abject horror. Sam let a little tear escape her eye. The senior man looked at Sarah. "Let that be a lesson to you, bitch; you have no right to disobey, slave." With that they left. "Oh my god," Sarah said when they were alone. Sam's face was covered in the sticky white cum of her mouth rapist. "It's okay," she said quietly and despondently, "you'll have to get used to that, if you ever can; they'll never care, trust me." Sam turned over, her back to Sarah, clearly not in the mood to talk. Sarah's Story Ch. 02 When I recovered enough to close my mouth, I looked at him. "This is, ah, a. . ." "Yeah, its a fucking license. But you have to tell me, no sneaking around. It means, woman, if someone makes a move on you, you can respond. And get away with it scot free. no repercussions. That's what it means." "I'll never do that, I'll never use this," I told him. "I mean, I know what you want, I thought about it, but I don't think I could ever do that." "Maybe you won't," he agreed, "maybe you can't, but now you know that if the opportunity presents itself, you can present yourself. Or make a present of yourself, or something like that. Anyhow, there it is. I hope you use it. And now, get those pajamas off. I want to pretend you just used it, and I want to show you how very much I appreciate that." I wasn't quite in the mood, but I would never refuse my husband sex. He changed my mood quickly, moving into his fantasy "This is what would happen if you came home after seducing someone. I'd say 'I like that the guy you were with tonight saw you naked, too'," he told me as he pulled the sheet off me. "I like that he did this to you." He began teasing my nipple with his finger. I closed my eyes, letting myself think that someone else HAD done that, touched me like that. Oh, my mind and body were begining to like that idea. Then his mouth covered my other breast, sucking it in, his tongue touched me, and it was so delicate, that touch, delicate and sexy. "I like that he kissed your tits," he said, "like I'm doing now." He reached down to my knee, pulled a little, encouraging me to open my legs, and when I did, expecting him to move on me, move in me, his mouth began moving down my body instead. My mind was filling in the blanks, thinking what he wanted me to think. He began nibbling at the inside of my thigh, teasing me with his mouth, with his tongue. Somehow my legs parted even more, my hips rolled up, making myself even more available. He was getting to me, this man who wanted me to do this with someone else was really getting to me. I turned my head, his penis was so close and he was as big as he could get, he was getting to himself, too. "I would be able to smell him here, I could smell that his cock was here," he told me, pretending, acting out the game. I moved, took his shaft in my hand, took his head in my mouth, wet him, wet it, tongued it, just as he spread me open, and I felt his mouth on me, his tongue in me. "And I'd be able to taste him here! I could taste that man who came in you!" "Wait!" my mind shouted. What Sam is saying, what he's doing, is more than being a voyeur. What he's doing is showing me that he wants to have sex with me right after I have sex with someone else --he's telling me, showing me, that he'd go down on me! He wants to go down on me, do oral sex on me, lick me, where someone else's penis would have been only an hour or two earlier. My own hips began moving, my legs rolled open wider, he went deeper, his tongue went deeper, as though searching for traces of semen -- someone else's semen! His cock was throbbing, I could feel that motion in his shaft as he started to pump, then I tasted him as he released into my mouth, as I masturbated him, and as I let my own voyeuristic images take hold, of the sight of my husband, my strong, proud husband, licking me clean after some other man emptied himself into me. Right then I could hardly wait. But wait a minute. Before any of that, before my husband gets to do those lovely erotic things to me, he wanted me to fuck someone else! That was the key, don't forget that before he'd be tonguing me some one else's erect cock would have been there, moving in me, spurting into me! He wanted someone else to do that, and then he's saying he'll do what he's doing, go down on me! After some other guy kissed me, touched me, fucked me, he wanted to go down on me, and kiss me, and fuck me. It was enough, the images, what he was doing, what I was thinking, all of that was enough. Orgasm city! Whoever says oral sex isn't really sex needs his head examined! Later, as we calmed down, Sam said "that's sort of what it would be like, only better." I didn't argue this time. We just held each other, and fell asleep. "About last night," he said as we had coffee in the morning -- I expected him to retreat, the light of day makes some erotic ideas just seem crude -- "about last night?" "Yeah?" "Honey, don't make me wait too long, OK?" He was serious: serious first thing in the morning means really REALLY serious. He meant for that whole erotic idea to really happen. I felt some tingling in my body as I looked at this malfunctioning sex machine I had married. Somehow, some way, during the night I must have come to some conclusions, it had to have been while I was asleep, because even while my mind was trying to frame some sort of denial or at least a non-committal answer, my mouth opened, and I heard myself say "I won't." "Good. Thank you. I love you, babe!" And he was gone. "I won't make him wait?" I was having trouble believing I actually said that, but I did. And deep down, I knew it was true. Somewhere there was a man who was going to get to know me, know my body, probably in the next month, and right now he has absolutely no idea what was in store for him. That was a pretty erotic idea, all by itself, thinking of some man somewhere, maybe he was dreaming of meeting a woman, maybe right now he was masturbating in the shower, thinking of a woman -- and that woman would turn out to be ME! I was dressed for work, but I knew if I were to reach inside my pants I'd find myself hot, moist, and ready for sex. The mind is our most erotic sex organ, isn't it? Who? How? Go to bars, to hotels? No, none of that. That wouldn't work. Who? How? That day I started looked at men differently. "He's a possible," I'd tell myself. Or, "Not him, not in a million years." It changes the way you look at things, it changes the way you think, when your husband asks you to be seductive. Suddenly thoughts, ideas, things that would have been dismissed right away are allowed to form, to mature, . . . smolder. Sam joked about my 'Get Out Of Jail Free' card that night, and we played -- oh, how we played -- at what he'd do when I did do a seduction, and what he'd feel, what he'd do when he could be a voyeur. We read stories on Literotica, thought about trying out some of the ideas, some of the themes, but you know, they just didn't work for us -- I mean, on an emotional level. I wanted, in fact WE wanted, anything we did to be a natural progression, not forced. No script: all improv. Then there was real life. Sam's work, for example. "Gotta go to Fermilab, I'll go out Tuesday morning, be back Wednesday pretty late. Sorry about that." It was a timing problem, the great room was going to be painted Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Well, hell, we both knew if Sam could have taken time off to supervise the painting, he'd have done the painting himself. I arranged to telecommute to work those days . Frank the painter turned out to be a college kid, painting was just his summer job. He showed up on schedule Monday, and spent the day doing prep work, moving things, applying masking tape and drop cloths. "The painting's easy," he told me, "it's the getting ready and finishing that takes the time, ma'am." Sam came home late, loaded with stuff to take to Chicago, and looked at the organized chaos in the great room. "Looks like the kid knows what he's doing, huh?" "Yeah, he does. Nice kid, hurt himself last spring. He wants to play football for Penn State, but he's gonna miss this season. Can't train with his pulled muscle. They get some seriously good health care, he showed me a report that said he was OK in all ways, but contact sports too soon could do some serious injury. You'd be surprised at how hard it is for these kids to get part time work, if it's not 'real', whatever that means, the NCAA comes down like a bomb on them." "Nice kid?" "Polite, yeah, and you know, he's really big. For sure as tall as you, probably 50 pounds heavier, and I don't think any of it's fat." "Hey," Steve asked, "is he a possible?" "Oh, come on, he's 21, that's 10 years younger than me." Steve smirked. "I'll bet his equipment works, though. Mine sure did at 21. And you said you saw his health report, he's young and healthy. Anyhow, I have to pack this stuff." He left the room. That night -- no surprise -- Sam wanted sex. You know, so did I, I was going to miss having him in my bed tomorrow night. We were in the touching/teasing phase of things, Mr. Big Horn was poking at me, Sam was all hands, touching, squeezing. "Sam, you're behaving like a teenager!" "I'm thinking about how much Frank is going to like doing this to you honey." "I don't think Frank is going to be doing anything, Sam, he's not going to be interested in a woman that much older than him." "Oh honey, there's so much you don't understand about men," Sam told me, while he moved over me, and into me, showing me something I did understand about this particular man. "Oh, You mean, if it has ever worn a skirt, they'll fuck it?" "No, I mean if a beautiful woman like you just hints she's available to a guy like Frank, he's gonna become the most ardent man you'll ever know -- next to me, that is -- and he'll remember you fondly for the rest of his life." "Hey Sam, he's a college jock, I'm sure he's not hurting for girls." "Not for girls, honey, but I'll bet he's never had a real woman like you." My mind went there, then, thinking thoughts that shouldn't be thought, while my husband was moving inside me. We missed a mutual lift-off by about 15 seconds. You know, I think that I came first made Sam come even harder. And I started missing him the minute he went out the door Tuesday morning, loaded with papers and laptops and a change of clothes. Frank showed up right on time, started right in on his job. He was the neatest painter I ever did see. I mean, he was wearing a dark tee shirt and shorts while using light colored paints, and not getting a drop on himself! "How do you do that?" I asked him during a mutual coffee break. "Ma'am, I used to be really sloppy, so I started a game to see how neat I could be. It works." I spent a minute or two (ok, maybe 20) that morning watching him paint. He was fast, and he was careful. And he was cute, and big, and full of muscles. Big, hard bulging muscles. Hmmm. You know, he IS a possible! "I should finish by tomorrow late afternoon, Mrs B," Frank said as he was leaving. "I really like doing this kind of work." "And I really like the job you're doing, Frank," I told him, and watched as he drove away. Frank was being so correct, so straight, not a single incorrect move. And he was cute. No, not cute, handsome would be a better word. And that body -- that hard young body. He was sexy, too. So how do you seduce a young man, anyhow? Yeah, I know, a beer and naked is enough, but that would not be enough for me. I like -- I need -- the romance, the tenderness, all of that stuff. And I'm basically shy, almost submissive. For sure, not very assertive Well, I AM.. Sam called that evening. The good news is, his trip was going well. He would be leaving O'Hare at noon, should be home by 5 tomorrow. "How's the paint job going?" he asked. I told him, and he asked the next question, the obvious one, given what we were playing at. "Seems I have no idea at all how to seduce a young man like Frank," I confessed. "Hasn't he made a move on you by now?" "If he has it's been so subtle I missed it, honey." "Look, wear something sexy, he'll get the idea." "I'm not going to strut around in a babydoll, honey." In the end, we both concluded that if nothing happened, that's all right, but Sam sounded disappointed. Hmm. I got up at 5:30, 90 minutes earlier than usual, two hours before Frank was to arrive. I considered showering, but instead spent 45 minutes in our whirlpool tub, all warm, steamy, bubbly, leaning back, letting my mind drift, drift to when I was younger, when I dated Jim, another jock, of what sex was like with him. Jim's face faded from my dream, it morphed into Frank. I was getting into trouble, thinking like that. I dried myself, walked very nude to my closet. What to choose? A semitransparent blouse without a bra? I tried that on, feeling wicked. No, not that. A scoop neck cotton blouse, a full skirt, so that when I bent down, he could see. . .? No, not that, either. None of those, those weren't me. I chose a comfortable summer dress, with the appropriate undergarments. I was, after all, a married woman who was only pretending, with her husband, about. . . but we really weren't pretending, were we? We were practicing. Frank came, dressed in his tee shirt and shorts, and started the finishing touches. . Late afternoon came, and when I checked on his progress he was rolling up tarps. "I have to put the furniture back, then I'll be all done," he told me. I went back to our home office, only to hear a "damn!" "What happened, Frank?" "Oh, I'm sorry, Ms Brown," he said, sitting on the floor. "I pulled my back again, it really hurts. This is what's stopping me from playing football this year. I'm going to have to stop and replace the furniture maybe tomorrow, I have to go home and get a heat pad on this right now, or I won't be able to move." "Don't worry about the furniture, we can do that," I told him. "I have a heat pad, just lay down there, I'll get it right now, I know you have to treat something like that right away, or it'll get worse." I got the pad, microwaved it the two minutes it specified, and went in to see Frank on the floor, trying hard to stretch his back, curling over. "Get flat, I'll help." He got on his belly, arms stretched over his head, and I just reached over and pulled the tee shirt out of his shorts, pushed it up to his shoulders, and applied the heat pad, with lots of pressure from my hands, over his lower back. "Oh, that's good, you're doing it just right," he said, "that's really helping." It may have been helping and calming him, but I was kneeling at his side, pushing down on that wonderful, strong, youthful back. It wasn't calming me in the least. Though I have to agree, it did feel good. After a minute or two he said "that feels wonderful, but you don't have to keep doing it." "Oh, I will, I want to, for a while," I told him. I stopped applying pressure on the pad, let my hands move up his back, and began massaging those lats and shoulders. "That's good, too, that's what the trainers do at school, when we have a sprain," he said. I was pretty sure the trainers weren't thinking what I was, bent over this fine young specimen. "Pull off that tee shirt, I'll do it properly," I ordered, while thinking anything but proper thoughts. I was thinking of my 'Get Out Of Jail' card. He hesitated a moment, then pulled the shirt off. I straddled his legs, began working my hands along that back, those sides, on that smooth, strong skin. Pushed harder, then softer softly, shoulders, upper back, lower back, while he stretched out under my touch. "That's so nice. . ." I saw that his hips were flexing a little as I touched him. I was getting to him, too, he was getting excited. I was already there. Every other man I knew took the lead. If I wanted this, this time I'd have to. I took a deep breath. Am I sexy enough? Woman enough? Could I be assertive enough, would I dare? "Roll over, Frank, I'll do your chest, too." "Uh, Ms Brown, I don't think you should do that, I don't think I should roll over, I mean." What did Steve say about Frank? That he may have plenty of girl friends, but never a woman? I was a woman. I moved off him, knelt at his side. "Frank, don't be embarrassed about being on your back, I wouldn't be the least surprised or shocked if you had an erection, that would be a natural thing to happen. . ." And I pulled at his hip, so he could roll towards me. I looked at his chest, his flat belly, the start of pubic hair above his shorts, and further down. Oh yeah, there was lots of evidence he was getting excited. I moved on him again, kneeling at his knees, rubbing his sides, his chest, seeing that his eyes were closed, his hands balled into fists at his side, as tense as could be. I caressed his chest, his nipples, fascinated at how his body reacted to me, to my touch. He was quivering-- this big strong young man was quivering at my touch. I never felt so powerful, so in control. Hands on chest, moving down to his sides, meeting at his belly, back up to his chest, down again, to his hips over his shorts, and up. His skin seemed to turn red, marking where my hands touched him, it was as if his body was blushing, his face already had. "Mrs B, please stop, that feels like teasing, don't tease me like that," he said. I didn't stop. Instead, I leaned over him, saw his eyes open as he felt me move, felt my hair touch his face, I saw them widen when he saw my face right over his, leaning down towards his lips. When I was an inch above him I looked at him, right in his eyes. "Frank, real women don't call this teasing." I bent down a little more, pushed at his chin, turning his head, exposing his ear, moved my lips right over it. This wasn't me, what I was doing. It wasn't my nature, but still . . . "We call it foreplay." I let my tongue touch his ear. He went rigid! I moved down a few inches, let my mouth touch his throat. Felt his arms move, felt his hands on my head, no longer fisted, holding my head to his chest. "I read about things like this, dreamed about it," he said, as I kissed at his nipples. "I never thought it would ever happen. . ." "It makes you forget about your back hurting, doesn't it?" I said, as I nuzzled at his navel, not believing I was being as assertive, as controlling, as I was. He was reaching between us, pulling at his belt. I sat up beside his legs, helped him release it, unbuttoned his waistband, unzipped his fly. "Lift up, Frank." He did, bridging. And I pulled at his shorts, pulling them down, pulling down his white briefs, too, seeing that dark hair exposed, seeing a tan line, the white skin of his hips, his groin, the start of his shaft, then all of it as it sprang free, and I moved his shorts up his now raised legs, as he kicked off his shoes, as he settled his hips back on the floor, lifted his feet, and just like that this young man was naked before me, erect before me, ready for me, for what ever I wanted to do to him. His penis -- his cock, his boner, whatever he wanted to call it, was right there, right in front of me! I knew what Sam would want to see if he was watching. I knew what Frank would want. I knew what I wanted. I bent toward him. "You look so lovely, so strong, Frank," I told him, as I bent toward him, toward it. My hair fell forward, creating a veil, occluding his view of me, as I let my lips touch that tip. "Mrs B, please," he said -- I stopped, worried that he wanted me to stop, worried that this wasn't what he wanted --- "Mrs Brown, please, move your hair, I want to watch you do that." Oh, yes, I'd do that, I pushed my hair over my neck, looked along his torso at him, looked at him doing a half curl, his head up, staring at me. "Can you see me now?" He nodded. Sounding too much like a cell phone commercial, I said "Good," and bent down again, letting my lips touch him. He shivered! I moved so that I was facing the underside of his penis, able to look at him, as I let my tongue touch its tip. "Can you still see me now?" I opened my mouth, moved over him, down on him. Sarah's Story Ch. 02 "Wonderful, that's wonderful," he said, as I moved, sealing myself to it with my lips, doing to him what I like to do to my husband, playing with only the fifth penis I ever touched in my life, handling one of the few scrotums I'd ever handled in my life, having a man watch me have sex -- oh, but I don't know now how many saw that, I don't know how may were in the helicopter. "Mrs B, please, not too much, I don't want this to end this way. . ." Well, he was young, he probably didn't have the control an older lover might, so I lifted up. "Is that what you wanted," he asked, "just that? Or. . ." "No, Frank," I told him, "for me, that's just more foreplay. I hope it is for you, too." "I hoped that's what it was," he said, reaching for me, pulling me beside him. "One of my girlfriends taught me to kiss her after she went down on me. Can I do that to you?" He didn't wait for an answer: at least, not a verbal one, I moved toward him, our lips met, his tongue pushed into my mouth, just like Sam's often did after oral sex, searching for a taste of himself in my mouth, just like Sam always searched. I let myself move flat on the floor, feeling the exotic newness of Frank kissing me, feeling his hands move to the buttons on my dress. I let the kiss continue for a moment, then pushed him away. Sat up, stood up. He had a questioning look on his face, until he saw me reach for the buttons on the dress, saw me release enough of them so that I could, just like that, pull it over my head, and off. A bra and high cut panties. That was all I was wearing now. A bra, and high cut panties. I knelt down then lay down beside him again, not quite having the nerve to take off those last two garments. I may not have the nerve, he did. It was his turn to sit up, back pain no longer an issue. It was his turn to kiss my neck. To lick at my cleavage. It was his turn to release my bra's clasp, then lift a cup away from my breast, kiss me there, tongue my erect nipple, pull at my bra until I moved so he could free it of me and me of it. Then he did what I hoped, abandoned my breasts, moved his head down, making my belly quiver as his tongue touched me there. He sat up again, moved so that he was at my hip, reached for my panties, and stopped. "Mrs B, you take them off for me. I want to see a real woman do that, take her panties off for a man, I want that, to see you getting ready for me." Yeah, sophisticated woman, worldly woman, a woman who's had only four sexual partners, many fewer than her husband, probably fewer than this young man, who is thinking that I am something very different than the real me. But right now, I wanted to be what he thinks I am. I lifted my hips, pushed down, let my hips settle to the floor, legs together, pushed my panties to my knees, lifted my legs, still together, bent them so I could push my panties off, all the while looking at him, at Frank, as he saw me remove that last barrier. I was now totally nude. I turned to him, pulled him prone, pulled him to me, felt his body touching mine, and I did that thing that's so natural for me to do with Sam, to move my upper leg over his hip so my pelvis is hard against it. Why play with words? When I did that, the lips of my pussy were pressed against his hip. that's what I felt, that's what I wanted to feel. "That's so nice," he said, "you feel warm -- more than warm, hot." He broke that embrace, sat up, bent toward me again, his mouth on my belly. "I'm not real good at this, show me what to do," he said. He moved again, I could feel his breath on me. On me, right there. Zeroing in on the targrt. I sighed, muttered --" it's natural, what you're doing, just be soft, be gentle, be -- oh, like that." There was a whisper of a touch there, the softest touch. I spread my legs, granting him all the access he might ever want. Another ever so soft touch, a butterfly kiss. . . I reached down, touched myself, to assure myself what I was feeling was real, and felt his mouth on my fingers, pushing me into myself, felt his tongue move between my fingers, pushing into me. "Just like that," I told him, now opening myself, spreading myself, a hand on either side, as he moved there too, put his mouth on me, tongue on me. "Just like that!" It was a minute or an hour later, I wasn't sure, when he said "I can't wait. . .." "then don't. . .." ". . .I don't have a condom. . ." ". . .you don't need one. . ." And he was on me. Then in me. This inexperienced young man wasn't so inexperienced after all, he moved gently, then firmly, faster, then slowly, harder, easier, he was being an expert swordsman with me. But he was always close, always in me, making me always wetter. And he was young. "I can't wait," he said again. "Then don't," I said again. He didn't. His chest heaved, his body surged, I felt that completeness as he erupted. Over. It was over. It was over, and it was good. What I thought would be an awkward time wasn't, the last cuddling, the last touching, the last kissing, the getting dressed. "After all of that, now I have to pay you," I said, "for the painting." I wrote the check. "About the furniture, I'll come back and put it in place, and maybe, uh, see you?" "No, no, Frank. We'll move it back, my husband and me, you've done enough, and no, I don't think you should think about seeing me again. I do want you to remember me, though." "I'll never forget," he assured me. I don't know if that's true, but I knew I wouldn't ever forget him. It was 4 o'clock as Frank left, Sam would be home in an hour. I cleaned some of the evidence from the great room floor, went to the bathroom, planning to take a shower, then stopped. No, what happened was as much Sam's as it was mine. No shower, not yet. I washed a little, enough to remove sweat, a little moisture. I pulled on a robe, went to the bedroom, lay back, thinking about the day, must have fallen asleep, because I awoke with Sam next to me. "How nice, finding you all set to welcome me home," he said, waking me with a kiss. I reached into my robe's pocket, extracted a piece of paper, gave it to him. "I used this today, honey, with Frank," I said, as he looked at it, at the certificate he gave me, the "Get out of Jail Free" certificate. Sarah's Story Ch. 02 I was a bit of a quivering wreck and had sat between Mum and Dad on the sofa to calm down a bit. I couldn’t help myself from fondling Dad’s soft and sticky penis while Mum, feeling guilty, ran her fingers through my hair. Mum told me a little of how she and Dad had met partying and had carried it on after they had got married. When they had me things got a little more awkward and they had to scale back their own hosting but carried on in other people’s houses. The others from their man group were very understanding and were more than happy hosting themselves. Every few sentences she felt the need to apologise to me. I tried to reassure both Mum and Dad that I was fine. I loved them both very much and I wouldn’t become a basket case just because we’d broken a big taboo and had sex. It didn’t stop her though. I told Mum I needed to have a shower but I’d be back down to discuss what had happened more fully. I needed to find some way of telling them that I had actually got very worked up by having sex with them and I wanted more. As I stood under the shower washing Daddy’s cum off my tits little visions came back to me. Mums hand as it caressed my full breasts; her tongue on my nipples; the feel of Dad’s full erection in my hands. My soapy hands ran down over my breasts and I gently squeezed both nipples that were already erect. I soaped down over my tummy and my hand slipped between my legs. Eager fingers sought out my clit and I rubbed it revelling in the little electric shocks as endorphins flooded my brain. My other hand joined in and I started to finger my slippery pussy. The water cascaded down over my head and face and I quickly brought myself off. More, I wanted more and I had an idea. I stumbled out of the shower and quickly dried myself and headed to my room. I opened my wardrobe and clothes were flying all over the room as I rummaged for what I was looking for. Ten minutes later I emerged from my bedroom in the perfect attire and headed down the stairs. I went into the living room. Mum and Dad were on the sofa with their bath robes on, drink in hand whispering to each other. “Where’s Dan and Julie?” I asked trying to get their attention. They looked around and I almost laughed. Dad’s jaw dropped and Mum’s eyes widened like saucers. A stunned silenced ensued while they took in my ultra short skirt, tight white blouse that you could see my bra through and little white Sunday school shoes. My still wet hair, I’d tied in bunches. I hadn’t worn these clothes since I was at school and now, at 22, I had filled out a little and there were much tighter and shorter than they were then. I walked over and stood in front of Dad. From the level he was at he would have clearly been able to see my little white knickers. From the look on his face he could. “Dan and Julie decided it was best they leave us to sort this out.” Replied Mum looking at Dad’s face. “Sort what out, Mummy?” I asked innocently, turning around and bending over to pick a glass up from the table. I heard Dad groan quietly. I turned back around and had a little sip of the wine in the glass. Looking at Mum I said. “It doesn’t matter. I’m ok with it.” Then I added. “Daddy, are you looking up my skirt?” Dad reddened and tried his best to look away. He just couldn’t. He mumbled something. “John, you should answer her. Can you see up her skirt. Can you see her knickers?” Demanded Mum. “I can’t really see them properly, Elisabeth.” Answer Dad eventually. “Do you want to see them, John?” Mum asked. He mumbled again. “You should answer Mummy.” I scolded. “Do you want me to pull my skirt up and show you my knickers, Daddy?” He mumbled something again which sounded positive and I looked at Mum. She just nodded. I stood right in front of Daddy, more over him really and hiked my skirt up to the waist. I heard Daddy gasp and felt his eyes burning into my crotch. He was getting very aroused. He wasn’t the only one. I saw Mum squeeze her legs together and I knew I was getting very wet and it wouldn’t be long before it became obvious. I took another sip of my wine and deliberately let some spill down the front of my blouse. “Ooops.” I said as I rubbed at the spillage that was right over my left nipple. Daddy tore his eyes from my knickers and watched as I softly rubbed my finger tips over my hardening nipple. “Do you think Daddy wants to see my bottom, Mummy?” I asked trying to keep them on their toes. Mum was also mesmerised looking at my wandering fingers. She turned to Dad and asked him. “Do you want Sarah to bend over and show you her bum, John?” Her throat was dry and her voice strangely husky. Dad simply nodded and I smiled. I turned around and put my glass back on the table bending over to do so. My knickers were already tight and when I bent over I felt them pull between my bum cheeks. “Do you like my bum, Daddy?” I asked, looking back at him. Dad was still in a suspended state of shock, I think. He said very little but his face could be read like a book. “You always were a pretty girl, Sarah.” Added Mum. “Look at his lap; you’ve made him very stiff.” I looked down and saw his swelling under his robe. He had his hand in his lap trying to keep it covered up. I looked back at Mum. Her hand had slipped inside her robe and she was touching her breast with one hand. The other was between her legs now. I smiled at her and she smiled shyly back. “It’s lovely watch you touch, Mum.” I said simply. She looked at me and opened her legs for me so I could watch her as she stroked herself through her knickers. She looked back at Dad. “Kiss her bum, John.” She almost breathed it. He leaned forward and I wriggled back with my bum almost touching his face. “Can you smell me Daddy?” I asked provocatively. I could hear him breath in deeply taking in my feminine aroma. “Touch her, John.” Moaned Mum, her fingers working hard against her pussy. I felt Dad’s hand follow my thighs up and clasp either side of my bottom. Then he buried his face in my knickers, his nose in the crease and I felt his lips against my bum as he kissed me through the material. My tummy turned over with excitement as he made contact. One of my legs was between his and I could feel his hardness. As he worked his face against my bum I could feel him start to rub himself against my leg. I looked back at Mum. She was openly masturbating as she watched. Her robe was open and she had pulled one big floppy breast out and was playing with her nipple as the other hand sawed up and down her pussy. “Dad’s very hard now, Mum. He’s rubbing his big stiff prick on my leg.” I told her. I looked down between her legs where she was rubbing herself. He knickers had darkened around her pussy and I could tell she was very wet. Dad’s tongue was pressing into my knickers from behind. Whether he knew it or not he was pressing it around my asshole and it was getting me very aroused. I slipped a hand between my own legs and pressed it against my pussy. I was soaking wet. “I think you better take my pants down Dad. I’m making these very wet.” I told him. He stopped licking me for a moment and looked round at Mum. “It’s ok John. Take them off for her. Take them off so you can see her naked pussy.” I could feel Dad’s hands shaking as he reached up and grasped the waistband of my knickers. Slowly he pulled them down as if it were a delicate operation he was performing, gradually revealing my bum and pussy to his hungry eyes. Eventually they reached my ankles and I kicked them off. I bent over with my legs slightly apart so he could clearly see everything. I slipped my hand down between my legs and used my fingers to open my pussy lips. “Look Daddy. See how wet you’ve made me.” I gave him a second to take it all in then said. “Lick me, Daddy.” Pushing my bum back in his face he leaned forward again and I felt his tongue worm between my slick lips and start slurping on my dripping juices. I let out a low moan that told him just how much I was enjoying his attentions. I gathered myself a little and looked back at Mum. She had pushed her hand down inside her knickers, touching herself. “Take your knickers off, Mum.” I told her. “I want to watch you finger your naked pussy while Dad licks my cunt.” I watched as she stood up shakily and slipped off her knickers. It was the first time I remembered seeing her naked. She kept her pussy nicely trimmed and her prominent lips glistened with her juices. She sat back down on the sofa and raised one foot up on the seat so her legs were spread wide. Her hand immediately went down between her legs and she sunk two fingers up her excited hole. “Like this, Sarah?” She groaned. “Do you want to watch me finger myself while your Daddy does nasty rude things to you?” It was so deliciously naughty. I felt Dad’s tongue flick against my bum as I ground back against him. “Yes, Mum. Just like that.” I looked back at Dad and down into his lap. His erection was still covered by his robe as he humped it against my leg. Mum saw me looking. “Shall I make him pull it our for you, Sarah?” She asked. I giggled a bit and said. “ Can I get it out please, Mum?” I could see Mum liked me talking like this so I whispered. “I will make him stand up and you can watch me take it out.” Dad was a bit wobbly so Mum helped him out of the sofa. He looked quite a picture as his face was glistening with my cum. I knelt down in front of him and making sure Mum was watching slowly pulled aside his robe. I looked at the straining erection, the big purple head and the pulsing veins. Then I looked up at him. “Daddy, I like your prick. It’s a lovely big prick.” He looked down at me and for the first time his serious, worried look disappeared and he smiled and gave my bunches a little tug. I took hold of his prick and jiggled it up and down. The top of it was pointed right at my blouse. I looked over and Mum and gave her an approving smile as I watched her touch herself. She had removed her bra and robe and was completely naked. Everything just seems so right and so naughty. I knew my dirty talking was driving her on so I continued. “We’ll have to be careful with your prick throbbing like that, Daddy or you may cum over my blouse.” Mum groaned and joined in. “Be careful John or you’ll cum all over your little girl’s blouse.” I looked at Mum and giggled. I was 22 years of age, 5ft 9 inches tall, a rounded but fit figure and adorned with a lovely big pair of breasts. A little girl was a bit rich. “I am your little girl, Daddy. Do you still love your little girl?” “Oh yes, you are my lovely little girl.” He gasped in reply. I looked up at Daddy, smiling. “Lovely Daddy, but Mum is right. You mustn’t spunk over your little girl’s tits.” I paused for effect and licked some clear cum off the end of his prick which made him jolt. “No Daddy. I want your spunk inside me this time.” I heard a little ‘ooh’ from Mum as I said it and I turned to look at her. Her fingers were working hard inside her pussy and I could clearly hear the squidgy, sloppy sounds of her juices. They were also spread all over her inner thighs. “Oh, god yes, John. I want to watch you fuck our daughter.” I continued to talk to Mum as I undid my blouse. Dad had become more animated now and knelt down slightly behind me and helped me slip the blouse off my shoulders. Then he unclipped my bra and eased it off too cupping my big firm boobs as he did so. “Are you sure, you want this Elisabeth?” He asked Mum. “Oooh yes.” She moaned. “More than anything. I want to watch you fuck Sarah and cum up inside her.” Mum was close to bringing herself off now. “So you want to watch Daddy put his big stiff cock up inside my tight little cunt, Mum, and watch as he pushes it in and out?” I teased. I felt Dad’s hand slip over my bottom and down the crease. He was getting very turned on too. I poked my bum out inviting his fingers to slip between the folds of my ever so wet pussy. He didn’t disappoint me. His fingers slipped and slid around in my juices enjoying the feeling. Then I felt two fingers press against my hole and he worked them slowly into my open vagina. “I think you’re going to cum, Mum.” “Oooh, ooh, yes darling. I’m very close.” “Are you thinking about Daddy’s big pole pushing up inside me?” “Uh huh.” Was all she could manage. “Daddy’s pushing his fingers into my cunt right now, Mum. It feels very nice but I think his prick will feel much better.” “Oooh baby, yesss, uh uh, fuck, I’m cumming.” She howled as she brought herself over the edge. I nearly came myself watching her. Her hips bucked up against her invading fingers and her other hand punished her nipples and fat tits. I pushed back against Dad’s fingers and could feel them slurping around in my wet hole. It took several minutes as we watched Mum finish and slowly calm down. She looked exhausted. I crawled over to where she was sitting and brushed the matted hair away from her perspiring forehead. I leaned forward and kissed her, gently at first then slightly opening my mouth I eased my tongue inside hers. We kissed for a couple of minutes and then I backed away. “I loved watching you cum, Mum. I loved the thought you were cumming thinking about me and Dad fucking.” “I loved doing it for you, Sarah. It was a lovely cum.” She paused for a second, looked at Dad, then turned back to me. “Here, lie your head in my lap and let Dad make love to you. I think he’ll explode if he has to wait any longer.” I laughed and wriggled around until I was on my back on the sofa with my head in her lap. It was easy to reach up and fondle her big wobbly breasts while I spread my legs wide. I looked up at Dad and simply said. “Fuck me, Daddy.” Mum’s hands slipped down and she idly played with my big firm breasts as Dad got between my legs. He supported himself on one arm while he guided his stiff cock towards my pussy. I reached down and took over, leading his big purple cock head and placing it at the entrance of my hole. “I’m ready Daddy. Push your lovely big prick up my pussy.” He looked deep into my eyes and pushed forward relishing every sensation. Mum’s hand tightened against my breast as she watched Dad slowly push his cock up me and I gasped out loud at the delicious stretching of my pussy. Dad grunted as my pussy gripped his solid prick. He was immensely gentle, treating me like a china doll: I wanted, needed more .. beast. He was giving me barely half his length and wanted it all. When he pulled back I wrapped my legs around his bottom and used them to pull him deep. He was taken aback and I caught him off balance. He pummelled into me with a slap that made me cry out loud with passion. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, darling.” He whimpered. Mum understood my plight and came to my aid. “I think she wants to be fucked, John. Fuck our little girl hard.” “Yes, Daddy. Treat me like your little slut. Fuck your lovely big cock into me and make me scream.” I added. Dad first looked at Mum, then at me. He saw my need in my eyes and renewed his attack on my desperate pussy. He started slamming into me and making my boobs bounce. His groin mashed into mine with every powerful down-stroke and I started to cry out. “Oh god, yes, Daddy. Yesss. Fuck me, fuck your little girl’s cunt.” “Oh fuck, baby. This is so wrong: So fucking good.” I felt Mum’s leg shift from under my head as she spread her legs. I knew she was touching herself watching Dad power his big thick prick into my squelching hole. Dad was panting now and gritting his teeth. I knew he was close but I wanted to cum with him. I was almost there. “Hold on Daddy, I’m almost cumming. I want you to cum with me. Nearly … there .. Daddy …. Nearly … oh my god, oh ,y god, oh my god .. yesssss.” I squealed. “Oh John. Squirt up her cunt. Spray her insides.” Shouted Mum. Dad groaned deeply with his prick buried deep inside me. I could feel it pulse and jerk as he spunked off. His grinding against my clit kept me orgasming for what seemed like minutes until our joined bodies slowly stopped spasming. “Oh Daddy, that was wonderful.” I gushed. “I love you, Sarah. We both do, so much.” Breathed Dad. As Dad’s prick softened and slipped out of me Mum reached down and I felt her fingers slip inside my pussy. I looked at her quizzically. “Mum likes to do that.” Explained Dad. “She likes to feel my cum inside.” Each to their own, I thought. She can do that as much as she wants as long as Dad keeps putting it there. Sarah's Story Ch. 03 "You did? I was hoping . . . Tell me, tell me all about it." "He, he hurt his back, so I gave him a back rub, and that started it." "Did you wear something sexy for him?" "No, no, just a summer dress." He was kissing me with real passion, real lust. "Did he kiss you?" "Oh yes, yes, we kissed." "So I'm kissing you after he did? Oh, that's so sexy. Was the room bright, did you look at him, at his body, did he see yours, I mean, really look at you, and get hard looking at you?" "He was hard before we got undressed, honey, he was hard from the backrub." Sam was pushing at his clothes, pulling at my robe, getting us both nude. "Did he see you like this, without anything on?" "Yes -- honey, he took off my bra, but he wanted me to take off my panties for him, and I did." "Did you -- tell me you did -- did you go down on him?" "Yes, and then I kissed him, I kissed him the way you like me to kiss you, after I go down on you, I kissed him so he could taste himself on my lips." Sam's eyes closed, his mind was lost in images, images of his wife bending over a young man's penis. I helped that image. "My hair blocked his view, he wanted to see me suck him, so I moved my hair, I let him see my lips on him, I let him see his penis in my mouth." "Did he, I mean did you. . ." "No, he didn't come in my mouth, honey, you didn't taste that there." He was nuzzling at my belly, as excited as a teenager. "I think I smell him, I think I smell him, on your belly." A moment later, a little deeper, he was shaking with excitement. "I think I can taste him!" He came. It's usually work to make Sam get hard more than once in a night, but not this night. We went over what happened, time after time, each time he'd harden, maybe not as much, but hard enough. I never had two men in a night, I'd never had sex three times in a couple of hours, but I did then. So I had done what my husband wanted, I guess what I wanted, too. We talked about it the next day. "I'm not that woman, honey, that assertive sexually experienced woman. It's not a role I ever want again, I don't want to pretend to be that, especially with a guy like Frank. I won't ever do that again." "But what about what I want, being a voyeur, seeing you, not just hearing about it, acting it out?" "Never, honey, not with me having to seduce someone like that." "That's the problem, you having had to seduce Frank? But you were so sexy, the way you did that." "I know, but now I'm sorry I did. I mean, he's just a kid. What'll he think later, that all women are like that?" "I don't think so," Sam tried to reassure me. In the end I insisted. "Not like that, not ever again." September came, went. Our lives were full, we were full of life, of ourselves, and each other. The 'Frank thing' played a role in lust making, sometimes in love making, but even Sam was convinced I wouldn't do that again. He'd been thinking about it, though. "Sex isn't the problem, is it? It wasn't sex with Frank, it was you having to seduce him that you didn't like." "Sam, you convinced me that having sex with someone was all right, so that isn't what's screwing up my head. I just don't want to have to be the driving force, I can't be like that again. If ever it happens again, it'll have to be different than that." "What if it was an assertive man, a controlling man, that would be different enough, if it was a guy who just took total control of you, total charge of you, almost as if you had no control. I don't mean anything like force, or rape or anything, but like in a seductive environment, having a guy take control, that would be all right, huh?" I hadn't thought of that scenario, but Sam was right. If it wasn't me doing things, if it was someone doing things to me, not hurting me or anything, but being in charge, that would be better. It wouldn't be me, it would be someone else. I'd be almost helpless. Almost helpless around a sexy stranger, and willing to be led into an erotic scene. Oh yeah, that would be really sexy. "Maybe," I allowed, 'maybe that would be OK." "OK," Sam told me. "Let me think about that. I still want to watch you, you know." And as often happened now, he showed me exactly what he thought he wanted to watch. He showed me what he thought a controlling guy would do. It was hot, it was fun, it was sexy, and you know what? Sam was dead wrong about how it was going to happen. Absolutely dead wrong. I hate this part. I'm telling you this story, but I don't want you to ever be able to identify us. Yet, the more I write, the more clues you get, and you have to know this part to know the whole story. The kid of one of the rich people who lived not far from here got sick. He needed all kinds of blood transfusions, and he got all he needed from the Red Cross Blood Bank. The father, let's call him Rich Guy, found out there's a bunch of people who give blood every 8 or 9 weeks, year in, year out. Sam and I are like that, I've given about 60 times (that's about 60 pounds of blood, about half my body weight!) and Sam, more than 70 times. Well, he IS older than me! Anyhow, Rich Guy contacted the director of the blood bank, and paid the Red Cross to send out invitations to a "Thank You" party he was going to give at the Garden City Hotel. That is NOT going on the cheap, not even for Long Island. And for all you people who are sensitive about your privacy, it was the Red Cross who sent out the invitations, although the RSVP was to Rich Guy. You wouldn't identify yourself as a donor unless you chose to. We chose to respond: we thought the party would be fun, we'd meet other people who thought being donors was important as we did. Suits and ties, dresses, or uniforms were the dress of the day. That last bit was an interesting insight, because lots of the regular donors are cops or firemen. Odd, isn't it, that these men and women who put their lives on the line for us also are willing to literally bleed for us every 8 weeks, too? Yeah, you can tell, I have hero worship, especially after 9/11. I wore a party dress, knee length, simple, black. It had a little bit of a scoop neckline, the back scooped too. It had wide shoulder straps, but it still was best with a strapless bra. I'm not one of those women with large breasts, I could go braless without causing a riot. Pantyhose, some reasonable (two and a half inch) heels, a simple necklace, a wide belt, and a lightweight coat completed me. Sam wore one of his better black suits, his tie the same bright red as was my belt -- proof of ownership, I guess. We all got nametags: first name only, and the number of times we've given blood. I was "Sarah 59", my husband was "Sam 73". 25% of the people at the party were in uniform. At dinner I sat between Sam and a New York City cop in his 'Blue Bag' -- that's what he called his uniform How many times have you seen pictures of cops with big bellies, cops who looked like if they had to chase anyone would lose the race. "Bill 85" wasn't one of those. Not tall (and I like tall), but broad, and for sure, not fat. And personable. He was Irish, and could he ever talk! I learned more about him before the dessert was served than I learned about Sam in our first 6 months together. For example, he was married and divorced three times -- "I'm too controlling for most women,." he never had to draw his gun in the line of duty, at least not yet, and -- well, he was charming, a great dinner companion. There was music afterwards, Billy was going to leave early because he didn't have a date, but Sam asked him to stay with us. I liked being with these people, all of them at the party were special, and Sam 73 and Bill 85 were very attentive and handsome escorts. I danced more than I had in years, with each of my escorts. Bill was proper enough, although when you danced with him there was a strength and power in his lead. There was no doubt where you moving, what steps you were taking. He held me, as the evening went on, a little closer than was exactly proper, but not enough to make me fight him off. Not that I wanted to, of course. I was in heaven with all the attention I was getting. Well into the evening Sam asked the obvious question: "Like him?" "Oh sure, he's fun." "Think he's sexy?" Well yeah, I did. And I said so. "A possible?" Wait a minute, that was going one giant step. "Well?" "Oh, I wasn't even thinking of that, I don't know. . ." Like most women there I visited the ladies room a few times. Most didn't have two escorts at their table though, and most wouldn't see their escorts in whispered conversation when she returned. Bill excused himself, I was dancing with Sam, slow dancing with Sam, and he made it obvious he was excited, that he was in heat. "Feels like we're going to have an exciting time at home later, fella. Big Horn feels like he can't fit into his case." "Maybe we shouldn't go home, honey, we've both been drinking, it's a 40 minute drive." "We didn't come prepared to spend the night, Sam, and we don't have reservations or anything. That doesn't sound like a good idea. We'll take it easy and get home OK, I promise. I didn't drink that much, anyhow." "Well, that's not what I want," Sam told me. "Huh?" "Bill and I were talking, honey. He's what I've been, what we've been, looking for. He liked to be really dominant in his relations. Anyway, I want . . ." "You mean, you were talking to Bill?" "Yeah." "About me? About us?" "Well, yeah. I mean he's nice, he's here, and, and, and I think he's sexy, don't you?" "Never mind what I think. What went on?" "And I told him we were looking for a little excitement, that I wanted to be a voyeur, and you wanted to find a dominating partner . ." "And just like that, you . . ." "Not just like that. When he comes back, talk to him. He has some ideas, and . . .look, there he is." Bill cut in, took me in his arms, held me close. Bill was generating groin heat, too, and he wasn't bashful about letting me feel it. "Well, Sarah 59, Sam 73 told me what you guys like to pretend." I started to say something, but he said "shh, listen to me first. The way these things work, is there always has to be a safety valve, if not with me, then with whoever you play with. It works like this. I'm very dominant, I like to control things, and I just assume my lady is saying things like 'no, no, stop' because it's part of the game. But if she says the code word, it means it's real, and things stop, no matter where they are, right then. Like, I'm a cop, I couldn't take the chance of anyone saying I forced them to do anything, so if I hear the code words I'd stop right now. Uh, just so you know, I've done this a couple of times, and no one has ever had to say 'Red Light' -- I'm a cop, that's a good code, isn't it? -- to me. Not ever." I laughed out loud. "You mean, cops obey traffic signals?" He laughed too. "This cop sure obeys that one, Sarah 59. If you play with me, and I hope you do, you should know that I really like husbands to watch, it makes me feel really powerful, to be with a man's wife, if either of you say 'red light' I'd stop and be out of there so quick you'd wonder if I was ever there at all." "But no one has ever said it to you?" "Nope. And I do have some things I really like to play with, too. Like, handcuffs make women feel really helpless." An easy escape? And handcuffs? He changed position so that he was holding both of my wrists behind my back, holding me close to him, against his heat. He stopped dancing for a moment, held me like that. "Like, if we were like this, and I tried to kiss you, like this, you could stop me by just saying 'Red Light'." He moved his head closer to mine, pulled me closer to him, and very slowly tilted his head, moved closer. "But I know you wouldn't say 'Red Light', not then, and not now." He was giving me all of the time I might need to object, then his lips were touching mine, his tongue touched my lips, then my teeth, then my tongue. I was being held captive by this strong man, being kissed by him, being held tightly against his penis, all without my doing a thing, he was doing everything, he was fully in control. When the kiss broke, he said "It would be like that." He looked up, over my shoulder, it had to be towards our table, and nodded. "What was that?" He moved his head closer to me again, nudged my head so his lips were at my ear, and he whispered "I just told -- no, I just commanded -- Sam 73 to go get the room cards for the room I arranged for a couple of minutes ago. When he comes back, we're all going upstairs. Sarah 59. We're going upstairs to play. Until then, I'm going to let your hands go, I want you to put them around me, and hold me to you, so that you can feel how hot I am. Do that now." A part of my brain started to form the words 'Red Light', but I held Bill, felt him against me, thought of all Sam and I had talked about, fantasized about, saw that Bill fit our model perfectly. He was a big strong healthy controlling stranger that we'd probably never see again. The magic phrase didn't get spoken right then, I stood as tall as I could, so I could kiss him again first. We were waiting at the table when Sam came back. He looked at me. "Are you OK?" "I am. Are you?" He nodded, looked at Bill. "Two double beds, room 314." Bill stood up. "Then why are we still sitting here?" The brass doors on the elevators opened to swallow us, I held Sam's hand while Bill stood at what looked like 'Parade Rest' until we were delivered to the third floor. We found the room - 314, a hundred times pi my mind noticed, it would be easy to remember. Sam opened the door, let me in, Bill came in last, put the "Do Not Disturb' label on the knob, turned to us. "I intend to the disturbing. Sam, you sit over there. You can watch, you can stop me any time, just like Sarah can.. You can say the magic phrase, but I don't think you'll want to do that." "And you, sweet Sarah, you can say anything you like." I didn't say anything, because he took me in his arms, and kissed me again. A big, open mouth, tongue lashing kiss, not sloppy, just very sexy, very hot and very sexy. During the kiss he took my hands, held them behind me, I felt more movement, felt something -- what was that? then he was holding me again, but my arms were locked behind me. I was handcuffed. He moved me so that I was at, then sitting on, the bed. "I like my women helpless," he said, and bent over to pull off my shoes."They seem to like it, too." "I like using my police equipment. I like using those handcuffs. And, I like using this." He took his baton from his belt, all 18 inches of black stick. "This is more than a club, it's very strong, very erotic." I was a little frightened, magic stop phrase or not. Bill reached behind my head, took a handful of hair so he could control my head's position. He made me turn it, I didn't have any choice, so I was facing Sam, and he began stoking my cheek with the side of the baton, just a soft touch, gentle. "Do you like that?" I looked at Sam, who was breathing through his mouth, panting. I did like it, I liked the feeling of power it had, and I liked the effect it had on Sam, of being helpless. "Yes, yes I like it." He changed its position a little, it was still on my cheek, but nearer my lips. "Show your husband how much you like it. Kiss it!" I closed my eyes, thinking about his order, but even while thinking about it, evaluating it, even while considering if I should, I felt it on my lips, caressing my lips, and I kissed it. He turned it softly against my lips, its motion sexy, opening my lips a little. "Do you know how easy it would be for you to get hurt with that baton, Sarah?" I nodded my head. All he'd have to do is move it a little, it could split my lip, but I didn't stop, I still kissed at it, felt him moving it, until its blunt end was at my lips. "Take it in your mouth, Sarah. Let your mouth make love to it." Sam groaned, sighed. I opened my mouth, looked up at Bill, let him move it in my mouth, sealed my lips around it, felt it moving, touched it with my tongue, felt it go in, but not too far, then almost all of the way out, and in again, a surrogate penis, fucking my mouth. I opened my eyes, saw Sam sweating, squirming in his chair. I wasn't sure, he could have been ejaculating, watching me. "Oh, I think you're going to be really good at this, you're really hot, Sarah," Bill said, he may have been acting as though he was in complete control, but his uniform trousers were tenting, he was excited too. "Feel that, feel it carefully with your tongue. What do you feel?" "It has bumps in it. I thought it was smooth, but it has bumps." "Those are teeth marks, Sarah. Teeth marks from other women who have had sex with my nightstick. I want you to bite it, I want your teeth marks on it, too. First you mark it, then I'll mark you." Mark me? How? I bit down, felt the wood yielding a little, felt it indenting. "Good. Here, stand up." He pulled me to my feet. "You did good. Now, I'm going to do bad. I'm glad you wore a coat, Sarah, because this dress" -- he reached for its neckline, started to pull at it, it resisted, then there was a tearing sound as it parted down the front -- "this dress is history." Have you, woman readers, ever had a man so passionate, wanting you so much, he tore your clothes off? Not crudely, but urgently? If you haven't, you're missing one of the most surprisingly erotic things that can happen. It took a tear or two more, and that dress -- it was three years old and cost $300 -- was a rag on the floor. My first thought was I'd have to go home wearing only my coat. My second thought was, I was standing handcuffed in front of Bill with only a slip and stockings and a bra on. To hell with the dress, that wasn't important now. Bill shrugged off his jacket, opened his belt. Tie -- it was a clip on tie -- oh, so no one could grab it and gain an advantage -- shirt, then undershirt, all off, all in a heap. "Turn around." I did. He released the handcuffs, turned me around again. "Later, we'll use them again, two sets, each wrist to an ankle. You'll never feel sexier or more helpless. But now, now I need your hands free." He took my wrist, forced my hand against his belly, pushing it against himself. I wasn't doing it, he was forcing me to. He pushed it down, behind his waistband, against his groin, pushed it down, I felt his groin, his hair. His shaft. It wasn't me, not my responsibility, it was his, his hand held mine there. "Touch me, touch it!" It was warm, not hot, big, not hard. I stroked along his shaft to his penis's head. That was hot, and felt large, much thicker than his shaft. "Now, I'm going to mark you, I'm going to bite you." I could feel a pulse in his penis, could feel the smooth skin of it, a little moisture at its end, the thin skin of his foreskin over that head so easy to move back, so I could touch him there, imagine that purple head in my hand, on my fingers, but my touching him wasn't my doing, he had made me do that. . . "I want to know how much you can take, I'll know, because you'll stop touching me that way." I was stroking his cock along its length, letting my fingers explore it, his hold on my wrist had loosened, it was still his fault, his responsibility. Then his lips were on my shoulder. I could feel his teeth on my skin. And his cock was getting bigger! Was it because I was touching it, or because he was biting me? I didn't know, but the pain on my shoulder increased. It was an erotic pain, it was as though that pain connected directly to deep in me, and to his cock, it was reacting too, as I touched it, stroked it. Sarah's Story Ch. 03 Several weeks had gone by since I first made love with my Dad while Mum watched and egged him on. While we had repeated the event several times since then it seemed to be always me that had initiated it; Mum and Dad were still nervous about the relationship. I had battled with my conscience about whether I should tell my best friend Janice or not. On one hand she could be very supportive and provide some much needed advice on the other she might flip completely and shop us all to the cops. In the end I reasoned that she was a very good friend and had some skeletons of her own in various cupboards. What was the worst that could happen? Well I'll tell you. I went round to her flat after work to have a bit of a girly night in and took some wine with me. We sat and chatted and finished off the best part of the first bottle between us. Having consumed sufficient Dutch courage I jumped in with both feet. "Can I tell you something Jan? Something very private and dangerous that mustn't get out to anyone." I asked "Try me." She answered. Well, I thought, that would have to do. I told her the whole story, and when she hadn't run out of the room screaming, I told her some bits in quite graphic detail. Then she did leave the room. She came back carrying something behind her back and wearing just her bathrobe. She stood in front of me and gave me a look. Her eyes were burning like fire. I've never seen her quite so worked up. She pulled the object from behind her back and tossed it into my lap. It was a strap on dildo. "Now fuck me Sarah." Her voice trembled. "You can't tell me a story like that and just leave me dangling here. I am fucking dripping wet and need that in my cunt with you behind it. NOW!" She flopped back on the sofa and spread her legs. She was right, she was soaking wet. Her hand dropped between her thighs and she purposefully started strumming her pussy as I hurried to get undressed. "That is the hottest fucking story I've ever heard. You horny, lucky little bitch. Fucking hurry up." She practically yelled. I had barely finished pulling the straps tight on the eight inch phallus when she grabbed me and pulled me on top of her. Guiding the tip of the device to her hungry pussy she reached around me with her free hand and impaled herself with a deep guttural groan. I proceeded to fuck her hard, mauling her little tits and sucking on her hard nipples. Now and again our mouths met and we kissed. I've rarely felt such passion. Two orgasms later she eventually stopped grinding herself against me and relaxed a little. "Oh god." She panted. "Oh god, I needed that." I gave her some time before I started to question her again. "So Jan, what am I doing wrong? Why do they feel so nervous?" I asked. "Why do you think, silly?" She chided. "They're shagging their daughter. It's incest, against the law, both statute and moral. You're young, only 22. They have had a lifetime for those taboos to be ingrained. Of course, they're bloody nervous." "I suppose you're right. I didn't think of it like that." I replied feeling rather stupid. "Give them time. Help them to understand that nothing's going to happen. They can relax and enjoy it as much as you. You perverted trollop." She added giving me a friendly kick. "Just start wearing some seriously sexy gear around the house. Flash them a bit now and again. Sooner or later they won't be able to resist and you'll be on your back with a big prick up your cunt before you know it." She giggled. "And now young lady," she said moving towards me and taking one of my large breasts in her hand, "take off that strap on because you look bloody ridiculous sitting there with it sticking up in the air." I laughed shortly before she dragged it off my legs and used it on me. Sarah's Story Ch. 03 He bit down harder -- it hurt. Oh, that hurt, but it was a good hurt, I didn't pull my shoulder away, I lifted it against his mouth, against his teeth, and felt his penis getting hotter, harder, thicker. Felt myself getting hotter, too, even more aroused, I knew if he'd touch me he'd find me wet, ready, right now. What was happening, it's as though the pain in my shoulder was connected directly to some sexual part of my brain. . . I used my other hand to reach for his waistband button, found it, released it, found his fly, unzipped that, while he was biting me, hurting me. Arousing me. Getting more erect with the pain he was causing me, his penis's head was so hot, as hot as my shoulder felt, where he was biting it, where I was lifting it hard against his teeth. Finally, he stopped. He was fully erect. "No woman has ever let me bite her that hard. You'll wear my mark for a long time." My husband was standing behind me, looking at my shoulder. "Did he hurt you? Do you want to stop?" "He hurt me a lot, but it was a good hurt. I don't want more of that kind of hurt, but I don't want to stop." I let his penis go, reached to his pants with both hands, started pushing down. " I want to see what I've been touching, you felt big. . ." He completed the task of undressing himself, stood in front of me, broad, erect. And there was his cock, pointing at me, a reasonable size cock, but the head was uncommonly large, at least with my limited experience. "You are big." "And you're overdressed," he said, we'll have to fix that." "But first ... hey, Sam, go sit on the bed, let's do something really sexy." Do something sexy? My shoulder was on fire with erotic pain, I could almost feel lubrication wetting my pantyhose, I've been fondling his genitals, and now he wants to do something sexy? "Good, that's good, Sam. Sarah, sit between his legs, OK, facing me? Yeah, like that. Put your hands on his knees." This was odd, what Bill wanted, but he had been so right about so much. . . Bill walked over, right in front of me! I mean, that big penis head was inches from my face, and. . . . . and I knew what he wanted. "Now take Sarah's head in your hands, Sam, yeah, like that." I was right, I knew it, I knew it! Bill moved closer, so close his penis was touching my cheek. I closed my eyes, I knew what to expect. "Turn her head a little, Sam, turn it, position it, for her, so she doesn't have to,you're doing it all, position it, yes, like that. . ." My husband turned my head so my lips were against that penis, I felt Bill moving, then that large head was right in front of me, right in front of my lips. I pursed them, touched it with a kiss. I could feel Sam's hands shaking as he held my head there, then, then, then Sam pushed at my head a little, pushed me toward that penis, pushed my lips against it, and as my mouth opened, accepting it, Sam pushed more, his hands on my cheeks, as my mouth filled with cockhead, and Sam groaned, "I can feel him in your mouth, I can feel his cock moving against your cheek, oh god, I can feel that. . ." My husband, fully dressed, orgasmed, just like that. Bill backed away. "We're going to have to use that bed now, Sam, OK?" Sam, face flushed, got off the bed, looked at me still sitting alone in front of a naked at erect man. Bill reached for his handcuffs. "I don't want those, Bill, I don't need them." I lifted my slip over my head. "I don't need you to pretend to force me, not any more." Bill came to me, still erect, still a trace of my moisture on his cock, and just like that, picked me up. And just like that, put me in the middle of the bed. And in a moment was beside me, hugging me one of those hugs, where bodies are tight together, where lips meet and stay locked, where hands move on backs and hips and legs. And his hands went behind me, found the clasp of that flimsy bra, released it. And I moved a little away from him, so I could take it off my body, so he could see my breasts, my nipples. And while he was looking, I rolled to my back, and did as I had done for Frank, lifted my hips up, pushed at my pantyhose, pushed them down my legs, pulled them off. And rolled to Bill again, for another of those full contact kisses, this time with my leg over his hip, this time with my pussy pressing against his leg. I liked doing that with Frank, and I liked doing it now, with Bill. And I kissed him, and touched him, touched that cock, that head. That head, that could be a problem for me. What a time to have that problem. . . "Bill, I'm sorry, but you're big, or at least thick. I'm not sure I can take you, but I'll touch you, kiss you, go down on you. Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging, I promise." "I know I'm thicker than most men, and I do like what you're promising," he said, touching me, kissing me, teasing me, moving down my body, making me spread my legs, making me want to spread my legs. "But it's too soon to worry about that. There's another thing I want to do." He reached for, found his nightstick. He sat beside me, let me lay there, let that stick move over my cheek. I reached for him, only to hear "Wait! Be still." He half leaned over, his supporting his head with one hand, tracing the stick over my breasts with the other. Oh, that felt strange, seeing this man beside me, playing with his baton, playing with my body that way. Strange, and strangely erotic, too. There, right there, a quarter turn from me, was that head, that penis. I knew I'd have to satisfy him, I reached for it, half turned my upper body, took him in my hand, moved more, moved enough so I could get my mouth on him. I would masturbate him, let him ejaculate on me, I read that men liked to do that, and. . . And his baton had moved, it was stroking my inner thigh. "That sure got your attention," he said. I looked up at him, down my body, saw it against my cunt, felt it there, looked at Sam, who was watching, too, looked at Bill, as he played with me. "Sexy, isn't it?" "Very," I heard, it was Sam who said it. He pressed its side against me, just a little, just enough for me to know how strong it was, how strong he was. "Just like before," he said, "just like before you bit it, you told me you knew how much it could hurt you." "I knew," I said, I was aroused by what he was doing, afraid, but aroused, the pressure of that against me, against me there "Do you trust me?" He leaned even closer, he was right over me, right over my pelvis, he was rolling that stick, rolling its length against my length, I could feel it moving easily, it had to be slippery, wet, wet from me. "Do you trust me," he asked again. bending down, moving the stick so his lips could be there. Oh, that felt good. "Do you trust me," he asked a third time, lifting up, and I saw he changed the baton's position, it was poised as a penis might be, "because, before, you made love to my baton with your lips, and now. . ." He pushed a little, I could feel the rounded end push against me a little, then invade me a little, "and now, I want you to make love to it with your cunt!" And it was IN me! He was moving it back and forth, it wasn't thick, it felt so odd, to feel that in me, odd, erotic -- somehow I opened my legs for it, began moving with its beat, making love to it. Then he moved down, too, until he was THERE, his tongue was there, he was tasting me, his own tongue was next to that stick, that baton, he was knowing I was so wet, so ready. I let myself go with those sensation, opened my eyes, and his penis was right in front of me, I had only to move my head, and I did, so its tip was at my lips. I had only to purse them, holding his shaft, to touch them, and I did. I held it still, touched its tip with my tongue, moved two inches, surrounded its girth with my lips again, this time without my husband's help. Sam told me that most women just tongue their partner's penis, caress it with their lips. I always liked to suck on Sam's, and I did that to Bill. I sucked, drawing him in. He was so hot -- so hard, and he was doing things to me with his mouth, too, things I've never had done before. I could feel him pressing down over me, sucking too, as I was doing to him. He was close to making me come, and his twitching made me think he was, too. "Let's go to the main event," he said, "that's enough playing." "But your size, your thickness, I think it's too much, let me satisfy you this way. . ." He interrupted me. "Wait, we'll do it like this." He lay on his back, his erection like a thick post, a tree trunk, growing from his groin. "Get on me, put your hands on my shoulders." I did, straddling him, over that big head. "Now, just move down, you control everything, how much, how hard, you'll see. . ." My back was bowed, leaning over him, squatting, my feet at his hips, and I lowered myself, felt him, felt that blunt pressure, pushing at me, pressing me. He took his penis, began moving it along me, along my lips, its head brushing against me, getting wet with me, still blunt, still all outside. I moved a little, side to side, opening myself, he moved too, and the pressure changed, it was not as blunt anymore, it was a spreading sensation, I was being spread, and I looked down between us, saw him holding himself, almost the way Sam does when he masturbates for me, and I saw half of his penis's head in me, inside the lips of my vulva. I moved again, felt more pressure, more spreading, more filling, and -- his head was in me. I looked up as Sam, saw him staring not at my face but at what was happening, his own mouth was open, his face was sweaty, too. Sam saw me move upright, upright and proud above this man, squatting over this man's cock. Bill stopped holding himself, and held my hips instead, I put my hands on his arms, let myself settle an inch. I was accepting him, accepting his size. It didn't hurt, it was -- easy, it was -- ecstasy. And then, I felt something else. Hair, groin. I looked again, we were merged, pelvis to pelvis, he was fully in me. I let all of my weight on his pelvis, he was in as deep in me as he could be. I lifted, saw his shaft reveal itself, coming out of me, dark, wet and shiny, then he lifted his hips, pushing into me again. I suspended myself there, let him move, let that thing move in me, moving easier as I expanded to accept it. Until he said "roll over now." I did, and it was classic man on top sex, except that man was looking not at me, but at my husband as he moved in me, pushed in me, fucked me. "Is this what you wanted, Sam 73? Is this what you wanted to see, is this what you wanted your wife to do?" "Oh yes, exactly that." Sam could hardly make himself heard, his voice was raspy. Bill was moving in me, taking me, screwing me. He bent over me, his back bowed, bent over close enough so I could lift and kiss him, so he could taste his cock, and I could taste my cunt, during that kiss, during that fucking. "I wanted to see my third wife get fucked, too, Sam," he said. Oh? Maybe wanting that is common, I thought, but Bill wasn't done with his story, not by a long shot. "That wife, her name was Betty, she was more Irish than me, the reddest hair, the fairest skin." Why was he talking about another woman? He was having sex with me! "See my hand on your wife's cheek?" I could feel it, I looked over my head, and could see Sam looking, too. "Suck on my fingers, Sarah," he said. I did, let them in my mouth, sucked on them. "I let my buddy Rudy have my wife, not that Betty minded," he said. "So I saw his fingers in her mouth, like you're seeing mine in Sarah's. "And I saw his cock sliding in her cunt, like you can see mine in your wife's." "But the difference is this, Sam." "See how my skin looks against her cheek? See how my belly looks against her's when I'm in her. like now?" "Close your eyes, imagine that's Rudy's cock, Rudy's fingers. My buddy Rudy is as big as I am, but Rudy is blacker than coal." "Think of how that would look, against your wife's white skin." Sam groaned. . . "I'd like to see that too" Bill said. "Next time you want to play, call me, I'll get Rudy to come with me." Sam was breathing fast, and so was Bill. And so was I. Like Bill, but black? What would that feel like, is it true about black men, about their size? Bill was pushing harder now. "Hold my cock now, I'm ready," the driving machine above me said, as his pace increased, as I felt his size increase, too, as his penis got ready to deliver its sperm where nature intended, where my nature insisted it go. Bill went rigid -- pelvis hard against mine. I could feel it, the pumping. He withdrew an inch, pushed in again, held that position, hard together, and my fingers could feel that action deep inside his cock, that surprisingly gentle pulsing, as his sperm, his cum, moved from deep in his body to deep in mine. Bill came for a longer time than I'd experienced before, it felt like he ejaculated for half a minute or more, filling me. It excited me, but not enough for another orgasm. The several I had were enough for now, what I felt was a deep satisfaction with him, with me, with Sam, instead. I was a complete woman, sexy, able to please her husband, able to please a stranger, able to take all he could give, and more. Bill rested, deep in me. I could feel him softening, still big, still thick, but softer. He pulled out, there was white threading from him to me, as he moved to the side, his penis wet with both of us, now. I moved against him, leg over him, held him. Kissed him. "You were wonderful, Bill, more than a woman could hope for." He held me, kissed back. "And you too, Sarah, you're as much woman as a man could want. Too bad you're taken, you could have been number 4 wife." Sam was standing at the foot of the bed now, looking at our two bodies, while he finished undressing. "I hate to fuck and run, Sarah, but I think your husband wants you to himself now." He was almost right, I wanted my husband to myself now, and I needed comfort and reassurance that we were still OK. Bill moved from the bed, began dressing, while Sam uncovered the second bed, and pulled me to it. And in a moment I was wrapped in the arms of my husband, and was being kissed by my husband, and touched by him. Then came the biggest surprise of all. "We don't have to talk about this, honey," he said, as I heard the door close behind Bill. "We know what happened, you were wonderful, and I love you." I felt Sam hard beside me, opened up to him, rolled on my back and opened up, and he moved on me, over me, and then was in me, offering sweet lovemaking, offering sweet sex, offering all the comfort and reassurance I could ever want that my husband, my own sexy husband, was still with me, still loved me. Soon enough he stopped, we slept, tangled in each other's arms. Awoke, showered together, joined together again in bed, and finally, as Bill had predicted, I left the hotel, proud and upright, nude, except for pantyhose and heels, only wearing my coat. And that's how come, today, the mirror still showed the bruise, the reminder. And how it is that Sam and I didn't need it to remind us what happened was real, we remember. And how, sometimes, I wonder if Sam still had Bill's phone number. And if Rudy was still his friend. Sarah's Story Ch. 04 Thank you to my editors LadyCibelle and Techsan for sticking with me through this story and making it a much better read. Chapter Four: Sarah meets someone new. It had been six months since my divorce with Leonard was final. I just couldn't believe him not wanting his own kids. I'd gone on with my life but I know the loss of my baby will always be with me. My business was really doing well and I hired a woman to work with me. She had degrees in investments and was a great help. She worked on commission but I did start her out on a salary till she would be able to build up her accounts. It was nice having someone to talk to on a regular basis. She was twenty-four and single. She had a boyfriend who seemed very nice. It was nice to know that I could leave and have someone be able to handle the business for a little while. I was able to trust Bess which meant a lot in this business. One day a good looking man came into the office. He had the nicest smile and was dressed in a suit. He seemed as though he might be slightly over thirty. "Can I help you?" I asked, smiling at the good looking man. "Are you Sarah Horn?" He asked rather politely. This was a bit odd. I took my maiden name back but not a whole lot of people knew it yet. "I guess it depends on who's asking and why," I replied. "You must be her. Vera told me how pretty you were but that I should tread slowly," he smiled. "She also mentioned your wit and disposition. I do have to say by all appearances, she was right." "You know Vera?" I asked. 'Yes, my name is Ray Boltan. I work for Mace's Pharmaceuticals. We do business all over the United States and Canada. I was up there last month and talked with Drake and Vera. I told them I was from Cleveland and Vera told me I ought to look you up if I was ever in the area." "Are you interested in investing some finances, Mr. Boltan?" I asked. He looked a bit embarrassed as he looked at me. "No, I didn't have any plans in investing, and please call me Ray. I was hoping to meet you and maybe we could have dinner or something. Vera talked about you and I was kind of interested in meeting you." I wasn't sure what to think. He was a very attractive man and I could see Vera sending him my way, but I wasn't about to take any chances so while he was standing there, I called Vera. "Give me a minute, Ray. I'll be right with you. Please sit down," I requested. Vera answered the phone. "Hey, Girlfriend, by any chance do you know a Ray Boltan?" "Hi, Sara, is he there? I thought he was so cute when he was here last week and all I could think about was fixing you up with him when I found out he was single and lived in Cleveland, I immediately thought of you. He really is a nice guy. He's a marketing manager for a drug company. Take a chance on him, sweetie. You might enjoy it," replied Vera. I returned to the counter to talk with Ray. "Ray, I'll be up front with you. That was Vera I just talked to and she says you are okay. I'm coming off a divorce from a man whom I totally misjudged. I don't date much and I'll let you know right now that I'm not a pushover. If I'm coming over harshly, I apologize. I can be kind and sweet too," I smiled, "but I just want to be up front with you." "Sara, Vera told me about your marriage and I understand your reluctance when meeting someone new. I just thought maybe we could go out for a nice dinner and see how we get along. I promise not to be pushy. Vera was very distinct when she told me about you. I'm freshly out of a relationship that lasted almost four years myself. So, what do you say? Any chance for a dinner between two possible friends?" God, was he good with words! No wonder he was in marketing. I figured a dinner wouldn't hurt anything and besides he was a good looking guy and didn't seem at all threatening. I couldn't stay in my one person world forever. I decided to at least go out for a dinner and find out a little more about this man. "Okay, Ray, dinner it is. Would you prefer to pick me up here at the office, or meet you at the restaurant?" I asked to meet at the office because I didn't want him at my apartment till I got to know him better, if that was going to happen. I guess I've been hurt too many times and I'm gun shy around new dates. I really wanted a lasting relationship, a husband and family, but just wasn't sure if it was going to happen. Ray turned out to be a real sweetheart. We went to dinner and just talked. I mentioned a little about my life and he was listening to every word. I told him I went to college and about my job and ex-marriage. I didn't tell him about my fear of getting close or the rape in college. I kept it pretty general. He told me about himself. He had parents on the west coast and a brother also who lived out there. He told me about his job. He was a marketing manager for this drug company. He traveled most of the time. He might be gone for a week and spend two days at home and then off again. He had an apartment about ten miles away from mine. He mentioned what little time he spent there. We got along great. Dinner was fun and Ray asked me if I would go out again the following night. He would be back on the road the day after that. I felt fairly at ease with Ray. When we got back to the office, so I could pick up my car, he opened my door and helped me out. He said goodnight and kissed my hand. It felt good not to be grabbed or pushed. He waited for me to start my car before getting back into his. He really was a gentleman. "Thank you, Vera," I said out loud as I was driving home. The following night was great too. We had a nice dinner and he told me about a little more his past. He was in a relationship but his girlfriend wanted more. She didn't want to wait to have a family and get married. Ray stated, "I tried to explain to her that I would be on the road all the time and that I was trying to get ahead. It wasn't that I was against marriage. I couldn't see her being alone all the time. We didn't live together but I saw her as often as I could. I came home mid-week and found out she was on a date. She had been dating on the side all along. Good thing I didn't marry her. It would have ended in divorce." I felt so sorry for him. I guess we all have our problems with love. He was gentle and kind. After dinner he asked if I wanted to go to the movies. Would you believe he suggested a horror flick, my favorite! He didn't kiss me after that date either but we did hold my hands some during the movie. It felt so good being with him. I know I was beginning to like him. It was one of my problems when I let my guard down. It was way to early to fall for him We started dating regularly when he was home. We went out to dinner and did other things together. It was the first time in my life I went to the zoo. I couldn't believe that when we were in front of the hippopotamus exhibit he looked over at me and smiled. I leaned up and kissed him. It was the first time we kissed and it took him by surprise. I do have to admit it surprised me too. I don't know what made me do it but I was glad I did. It was the beginning of our relationship. From that day forward we went out every night he was home. We didn't sleep together for almost two months. One night he took me dancing. He held me close and he felt so good. He used an expensive cologne and I loved the smell. I laid my head on his shoulder as we listened and danced to the music. We even liked the same type of music. I had a couple of drinks and was feeling pretty good. I was far from being intoxicated but I did feel relaxed. We kissed time and time again on the dance floor. I knew he wanted me but he wasn't going to push it. I knew I would have to take that first step. He took me home and he kissed me goodnight. "Ray, I don't want you to leave tonight," I said as I kissed him again. I opened the door and he followed me in. I turned and he kissed me passionately. I knew this was what I wanted. I took him by the hand and we walked to my bedroom. "Sarah, are you sure about this? I've wanted to be with you since our first date. I can wait till you're ready." "I'm ready now," I said. "I want you to make love to me. Can you do that, Ray? I don't want to just be fucked. I want to be made love to. Will you make love to me, Ray?" I could see his eyes water lightly. I knew he wanted this as bad as I did. He asked me if he could undress me. When I nodded my agreement, he began undoing my blouse. He then removed his shirt. He had a nice build. Not all muscular but nice. Next he undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I was beginning to get goose bumps. He undid his belt and dropped his pants. Somewhere along the line we had both discarded our shoes. He kissed me again before undoing my bra. All either of us had on now was our underwear. I had a queen size bed and lay across it. He moved up and lay next to me. The first things to touch my breasts were his lips; gentle sucking and licking. I could feel my nipples getting hard. He moved his hand to hold and gently squeeze the globe of my breasts while still sucking them with more pressure. He moved down to my belly and rubbed it with his hand and followed up by kissing my belly. I was starting to get really warmed up. I was sure he could smell my sex now as he was pulling my panties down and kissing my lower belly. God, it felt so good. I knew I was making little moaning noises but I didn't care. It had been a long time since I felt so good. He pulled my panties off the rest of the way and spread my legs. I could feel his breath on my sex. I knew I was wet as he slid two fingers into me. I jumped a little when I felt them go in. Now he was pushing his fingers in and out of me. I felt myself in the same rhythm as his fingers. I was biting my lips when I felt him pull his fingers out and replaced them with his mouth. I felt myself scream out at the entering of his tongue. My ex-husband never ate me. He said it wasn't natural. I felt myself have an orgasm and I knew he was sucking my juices. It felt so good. I turned on the bed so we were lying lengthwise and he asked me if I was ready for more. "Oh, God, Ray, it felt so good. I want you in me. Just be gentle, it's been a long time." He got back up between my legs with his cock in his hand and started rubbing it against my clit. I could picture in my mind my pussy lips opening and closing every time his cock head entered me. Then I felt the head of his cock go in. It nearly took my breath away. I felt my hips beginning to move in unison with his cock in me. My body wanted this as well as my mind. I could feel him pushing into me all the way. It felt so good. I found myself holding onto his ass and grinding my pussy into him. "Come on, Baby, you can do it. Come on, let yourself go. I feel it coming, Baby, come with me." Ray's words sounded so good. I felt myself reaching my peak when I screamed out. "I'm coming, Ray, I'm coming with you!" I felt what seemed like an explosion of his cum inside me. We both just stopped pumping and kept grinding our pelvises against each other. It was one of the best orgasms I can ever remember. Ray lay on top of me but held his weight with his arms. Our bodies were soaking wet with perspiration but we didn't care. My bedroom smelled like a sexual heaven. We made love again later that night. Ray spent the night and we both woke up in the morning and went for round three before showering and going out for the day. ---------------------------- After that day we made love after every date. I was falling in love with him and him with me. During one of our dates Ray pulled out an engagement ring and asked me to marry him. "Ray, we can't get married yet. You're gone most of the time and right now you are trying to get ahead. I don't want to hold you back. I know how hard you've been trying." "Sarah, we don't have to get married now. I just want to make sure that when you are ready, we will still be monogamous. I love you and know how honest you are. I know that if you are engaged to me then I won't have to worry about you dating other people. I promise I'll be faithful to you too. Just say yes." I loved him, I really did. I wondered if I should say yes. Like he said, "We didn't have to get married yet." I really liked the idea. It would give us time to get to know each other better if that were possible and at the same time, we both were committing ourselves to each other. "Okay, Ray, I will take this ring as an understanding that we are totally committed to each other." I smiled and felt all tingly inside. We kissed and when we got back to my apartment we made love. . . our first lovemaking since our engagement. I made sure Ray wanted kids. I didn't want another Leonard on my hands. Of course Ray and I made a great couple. Our friends would tell us how we both seemed so happy. We made the so called perfect couple. Financially now it might be somewhat of a problem. Ray made eighty thousand a year and lived on it. He didn't save any money but he did have a checking account. He also had a small 401K plan but that was for when he retired. I, on the other hand, made over a hundred thousand a year and saved half of it. Ray was a spender. He told me he had to look good so he could look more professional. He had a dozen or more suits and drove a new car. Everything he had seemed for show but he told me it was what he had to do to get noticed. It bothered me because it wasn't the gentle, easygoing Ray that I knew and loved. If we got married, he would have to change and be a bit more responsible. We each still lived in our own apartments. Since I only saw him a couple of days at a time, it didn't make sense for me to give up my apartment. One day Ray pulled up in a sixty thousand dollar sports car. "Honey, come out here and look at my new wheels," said Ray. "My God, Ray, what did you do, hit the lottery? Where did you buy this car?" "I didn't buy it; I leased it for two years. The payments are a little high but I can swing it. Sure makes me look like I belong in the big leagues, doesn't it?" It was our first argument. I told him he was foolish and was wasting his money. I told him he was good in marketing and that's what would give him a better job. I know I hurt his feelings and it did make me feel bad too, but I had to tell him the truth. What is it with these guys and their cars? He came back and apologized but said it was too late and he couldn't get out of the lease without paying a lot of money. I couldn't stay mad at him for long. It was still his money and I told him it was his choice on how to spend it. God, I loved him so much. I tried to be supportive of him. I know he wanted to reach a high goal and I truly wanted him to succeed more than anything. I got over the rental car thing and tried to be supportive and stand behind his decisions. I loved him too much to let money come between us. I've never told him how much I had invested. All he knew was I lived decently and didn't have any financial problems. I did tell Vera about the engagement and wedding, God knows when. I told her this time I was going to have a wedding. She also thought that Ray and I were good together. The following month Ray said he had a surprise for me. I had to wonder what he bought this time. He was always spending money. We drove out in the country and on a bank overlooking a river he took me to a beautiful home. It was priced out at a half million dollars but said he got it for four hundred fifty thousand. "You bought this house, Ray?" I asked. "I bought it for us. I figured when we get married we would need a nice home and the price is right," he answered. "Ray, don't you think you should have asked me also. If we are going to be husband and wife, shouldn't I have a say in buying something this big?" "Yes, you should and you do. I had to sign the agreement while the people were vulnerable. I didn't buy it per se. I got a one year lease with an option to buy at that time. Any payments made in the first year would be used as a down payment. I borrowed twenty thousand to put on the house to hold for us as a deposit." "Ray, the house is beautiful but what exactly are you planning?" "I thought if you liked it that we could both move in together. It's not that far from your work and it is a beautiful place. We can share the rent because we won't have our apartments. Between our two rents we will be paying about the same on this house. Of course there will be other expenses and I'll try to do what I can. I think I got a big deal going." "What kind of deal? I asked. "There has been a head hunter after me for a couple of months now. I'm not supposed to know he's watching me but I found out when I ran my credit check that someone else was checking it out." I looked at him odd. "A headhunter? Were you in the jungle or something?" I smiled. "A headhunter works as an independent for different companies. These companies have them go out and find talented people to join their firms. They only want the best of the best." "Oh, my God, they're looking at you. Who is it? What company? Do you think you'll get it? Oh, God, Ray, that is so great. I'm behind you all the way." I kissed him very passionately. "I'll find out more in a couple of weeks. Right now I need to know what you think of the house. I'm in debt over my ass on this and I need to know if I have your support on it. We can move in anytime we want." "Honey, give me till tomorrow to answer you on the house. You need to know that I have never loved anyone the way I love you." I wanted to surprise him. I had every intention of moving in with him. He was the man I loved. There's nothing I wouldn't do for him. I decided to cash in a hundred thousand dollars of my investments and put it in his checking account. I wanted him to know that I was behind him all the way. The next day when I showed him the deposit slip he cried. He knew I was behind him. He called the bank and made it a joint checking account. He told me it was the only way he would accept the money. He took off the next couple of days and we both moved into our house. I couldn't believe it. Things were moving along so well. We christened every room of the house by making love in them. In the shower, he took me from behind. On top of the dryer, we let it vibrate. Oh, what a feeling. Where did I hear that before? We did it on the porch, in the backyard, on the kitchen table. I told him it wasn't very sanitary and he said, "Sure it is," as he ate me out and finger fucked my ass right there on the kitchen table. I gave myself so freely to him. There was no place in the world that I would prefer to be than with him. He was becoming my soul mate and my life. A month went by and he told me that the headhunter guy contacted him. He wanted to know if he would be interested in interviewing for a position as vice-president of a competitor's company. We were so happy. An interview was set up and he would be flying to New York to talk with the board of directors about the position. The headhunter was a D. Mark Benson. He was the one hired to locate someone with the potential for this position. He told Ray that the board usually went with his recommendations. Ray interviewed for the position. He told me that the board was impressed with his resume and appearance. They would let him know of their decision within two weeks. -------------------------- Two weeks had gone by and Ray got a call from this Mark guy. He was told the board was impressed with him but that they wanted to know my feelings about Ray taking this position. "What do I have to do with this? It's your position, Ray," I said. "Mark said the board wants to make sure the wife is behind her husband. They don't want to bring someone new into the firm and then find out his wife isn't totally behind him," replied Ray. Sarah's Story Ch. 04 I followed Jan's advice and started wearing some sexy clothes around the house. Nothing unsubtle. When I wore stockings I'd make sure the tops were visible only when I sat down and crossed my legs. Short skirts only showed my knickers when I bent right over or reached up to a high shelf. Loose tops would reveal cleavage and a glimpse of lacy bra only by bending forward. Of course, I couldn't resist occasionally rubbing my breasts against Dad's arm or dropping something at his feet so I had to bend down in front of him knowing he had a good view down my top. Unfortunately the new wardrobe was putting rather a strain on my meagre finances but to see the look on Mum and Dad's faces was worth it. After a while of doing this I had started to notice that some of my clothes in my bedroom were being moved. Nothing too drastic but dresses weren't hung up properly and my underwear drawer was a bit messed up. Also the laundry bin lid was occasionally out of place slightly. I thought Mum might have been through on her cleaning up sessions. I decided to ask her when I next remembered. A few days later, it was early evening and we had just had tea. I helped Mum with the washing up while Dad sat at the dinner table. I knew he was watching so I gave him a treat by bending over as I put away. He would have easily seen my sheer honey stocking tops and nice clean white panties. It was then I remember what I was going to ask her. "Mum, have you been rooting around in my room recently?" I asked casually. "No, dear. Why do you ask?" "Well, I've noticed my clothes have been moved around and someone's been through my knicker drawer." Mum went white and half turned to look at Dad. I glanced over where she was looking and saw that Dad had gone a deep shade of red. "Um, oh yes, I wanted to see if you had any washing." She managed to stammer but the hesitation told me she was lying. I turned her around to face me firmly clasping her shoulders. I tenderly brushed the hair away from her face then let my fingers trace down her neckline. I let my nails graze her breasts as my hands travelled down to her waist. "Mum, its me you're talking to. What's going on?" I asked her quietly as I pressed myself against her. She looked a little nervous so I told her there was nothing to worry about. Then I brushed my cheek against hers and whispered conspiratorially, "Just tell me if your tits are feeling nice." I leaned back and looked at her and she just nodded. "Do you mean your big tits, Mum?" And before she could answer I added, "And your big nipples too." I heard her barely whisper, "Yes." I put my lips back to her ear and whispered, "Tell Daddy about your big tits and nipples." I let my tongue flick at her ear lobe then trace along her neck, nuzzling her as I went. For good measure I pressed my hand down and pushed my fingers into her skirt forcing it between her legs. I heard her gasp. "Go on, Mummy." I urged. "John?" Her voice was quivering slightly. I turned round to look at Dad. He had been watching us whispering and touching. I could see his right arm moving and knew he had his cock out and in his hand, stroking it. "John, my tits and nipples are feeling heavy and tingly." Mum told him. I heard him groan. "Tell him to sit where we can see his cock, Mum." Again whispering in her ear and keeping the pressure on her through her skirt. "John, we need to see your cock. Move to the chair where Sarah can see you." Mum told him. Dad looked a bit shocked but did as he was told. His erect cock was sticking out of his trousers. I could already see the head glistening with pre-cum. "Tell him he can wank but mustn't cum yet." I whispered. Mum gave a little squeak. She was pushing back against my hand now and wasn't concentrating. "Mum, tell him we are not ready for any spunk yet." Mum relayed what I had whispered to her and Dad's hand slowed down as he stroked up and down his hard prick. While Mum was talking to Dad I undid her top revealing her bra. Then I reached down and hiked her skirt up. "Mum, you're wearing tights and knickers." I giggled. "Dad, I'm going to pull Mum's tights down now." I knew how much under my control they were. Deep down they wanted to do these naughty things but it was breaking down that taboo barrier I just couldn't get through. I could tell Dad was excited and he found it difficult to answer. "We'll have her in just her knickers in a minute." I teased. "Yes, Sarah." He managed and I watched as his prick strained against his hand. I knelt down in front of Mum and buried my face into her knickers. I let my tongue press into the material forcing it into her slit. She was soaking wet and I heard her moaning above me. I managed to turn enough to watch Dad masturbating. He was trying to control himself but it can't have been easy watching his daughter tonguing her mother. I stopped and stood up again and pressed my lips to my mothers. I let my tongue sneak between her lips and felt her reciprocate as I fondled her big floppy breasts, easing one out of her bra cup to squeeze her big nipple. She was gasping as I broke away. "I love watching Daddy stroke his big prick, Mum." I whispered to her. She could tell where this was heading and it was turning her on hugely. Her mouth was slightly open as she waited for me to say it. "Do you think Daddy wants to fuck me again, Mum?" I teased. She paused and looked at me with utter lust welling up inside her. "Yes, Sarah. He wants to fuck you." My hand slipped between her legs and I let my fingers dance very lightly over her sex through her silky knickers. "What was Dad doing in my room, Mum?" Mum looked shocked. "How did you know it was him?" She asked. "I didn't, but now you've confirmed it you better fess up, Mum." I fought down a giggle and stepped up my teasing of her pussy. I could tell she was torn: Loyalty or stopping me torturing her hot slit. I looked over at Dad who looked mortified. "Oh, Sarah. Your Dad likes to, um. He likes to play with your dirty knickers." I really giggled this time. "He likes to play with them?" I scoffed. "Yes. He'll sniff a pair so he can smell you and use another pair to wank with." Mum blurted out. Her hips were moving trying to get firmer contact with my fingers. I wasn't finished with her questioning yet. "How do you know all this, Mum?" I asked again flicking a nail momentarily against her clit. "Ahh, Sarah, please. I like to watch him. I like to watch him spunk off into your knickers." She wailed. "Wow, that's kinky." I smiled. "And what about the clean ones?" "He likes to wear them. Wear your underwear. He likes to fuck me while he's wearing it." Looking at Dad he was seriously embarrassed. But his erection hadn't diminished and he was still stroking himself: He was very turned on by this too. "And my dresses?" I finally asked as I was getting fidgety too. "Those too, Sarah. He likes to dress up as a little girl." "Ooh, Mum, that's so naughty. Does that turn you on too, Mum?" "Yes, god yes. Now, Sarah, please let me cum, pleeease." She begged. I gave in. Feeling my own juices seep into my knickers I was desperate to see her cum too. I pressed my fingers deep into her slit through her knickers and sawed them up and down. My knuckle ground into her clit as she pressed hard up against me. Her arm wrapped around me like a vice and I felt her flood against my hand, moaning into my ear. Her hips jerked against me hard, twice as her spasms took her body. I twisted my fingers into the gusset of her knickers and let my fingers slip through her juiciness. "Mmm, Mum, you've had a big cum in your knickers. They're all wet and slippery. I think they're ruined Mum. Tell Dad." I whispered to her. We both looked over at Dad who was still pumping his stiff prick and watching us. "John, Sarah has made my knickers very wet. She made me cum in my knickers." Mum told him. Dad just groaned and looked at us. I had to admire his fortitude and self-control. Most men I knew would have spunked by now. The sight of him stroking his cock and the thought of him dressed up in my clothes had me very jittery now and I needed some relief. I turned back to Mum and slipped her knickers down to her knees. I took her hand and pulled it up my skirt and forced her to push it down the front of my own knickers and into my sodden slit. I gasped out loud at the contact. I turned around to Dad making sure he could see we were fingering each other. "See, Dad." I showed him as I pushed two fingers into Mum's pussy, "This is how real girls can fuck each other. Do you think you can do this dressed up as a little girl in one of my dresses, my bra and my pants?" It didn't take much to make Mum cum again. My fingers were running with her juices. I nastily raised them to my mouth and made a show of licking them before running my finger tips over her lips. I gasped a little as she opened her mouth and sucked my fingers inside. It was so sexy. "Now, Mum, I'm going to take Daddy away for a few minutes so you'll have to keep yourself going for a while." I told her as I pulled her hand out of my knickers and guided it to her sopping pussy. "There, Mum. Stroke yourself until Dad and I get back. We won't be long." I went over to Dad and smiled at him. "Come along. Let's see what we can find." I told him. He got up and I took him by the hand. He followed me like a little boy, looking down, embarrassed but subservient. His erection bobbed in front of him and it was all I could do not to touch it. I took him to my room and told him to get undressed while I set out some suitable clothes for him. Fortunately my Dad isn't a big man and keeps himself quite trim. Although the clothes weren't a perfect fit, with a bit of stretching I managed to get him dressed up. He wore a nice lacy white bra and matching knickers, my stockings and a nice short skirt and blouse. I convinced him to put on some makeup and a touch of lipstick. "Now, almost perfect, Dad. It's just your hair. What are we going to do about that short crop. It doesn't look right at all." "I have a wig, I use." He offered. "It's in our room." I was amazed. It was almost like he was coming alive and had swallowed his embarrassment. We got his wig and went back downstairs to the kitchen. Mum was in a chair now with her legs apart slowly stroking herself with a faraway look in her eyes. When we came in her eyes widened and she sat up to look at us taking in the sight of Dad dressed up in my clothes. I watched as she fingered herself deeply. "This is my sister Jane, Mum. Do you think she looks pretty?" I asked. Mum fell in with the play acting right away. "Yes, Sarah. Your sister looks a very pretty girl." I turned to Dad. "Jane, lift up your skirt and show Mummy your pretty little knickers." I commanded. Dad gave Mum an embarrassed smile as he lifted his skirt up. Both Mum and I could see that he could barely hide the big swelling in his knickers. Mum was as bad as I was now and asked. "Does Jane have a cock, Sarah?" I smiled broadly and answered. "She has a huge prick, Mum." Mum slipped another finger inside and asked. "Can I see her big prick, Sarah?" I turned to Dad and told him. "Take your prick out, Jane, and show Mummy." Dad fiddled with the gusset of his knickers and pulled them aside. He then pulled out his stiff prick and dangling ball sack. "She has a lovely big prick, Sarah. It must ache rather. Why don't you touch it for her." Mum suggested. I could see Mum was getting off on this just as much as Dad and I were. She had started to take the lead now and I wondered just how far she would go. I reached over and clasped my fist around his firm cock. "How about you, Sarah." She continued. "Do you have a nice prick for me to see too?" "No Mum, Sarah's got a cunt." Dad joined in this time which rather surprised me. Looking back I suppose that 'in character' he could get away with it. He was someone else and didn't need to be embarrassed any more. "I'd like to see Sarah's cunt. Jane can you lift up Sarah's short skirt so we can look at it?" Mum was getting more and more forward. Dad reached over and pushed my skirt up. His hands brushed against me as he did so sending a shiver down my spine. "Oh Sarah," Complained Dad, "Your knickers are in the way. Mummy can't see your cunt properly." With his spare hand he reached over and hooked his finger inside the leg of my panties and pushed the crotch to one side. "That's better. " Cried Mum, slowly fingering herself. "It's such a pretty cunt, Sarah. Would you like Jane to play with your pretty cunt?" "Yes please, Mummy." I replied, practically gasping. "I'd love to have Jane's fingers up inside it just like you Mum." "Jane. You heard Sarah. Put your fingers up Sarah's cunt." I looked down at Dad's fingers as he pushed aside my slippery pussy lips and pushed one then a second finger deep up inside me. I groaned loudly at the delightful intrusion. Mum watched as we masturbated each other until she clearly had had enough of being left out. "I think Jane's big prick looks good enough to eat, Sarah." She said getting off her chair. "Would you like to feed me Jane's delicious prick?" Kneeling down in front of Dad in his girl's clothes I guided his prick into Mum's waiting mouth. I watched as she ran her tongue around it as she took it between her lips all the while still fingering her pussy. Dad's fingers in my pussy became a little more erratic as Mum pleasured him. Mum could tell and I felt her hand slide up my leg and her fingers replace Dad's squishing about in my sopping hole. Even in my state of high sexual arousal I could tell that Mum expertly took Dad to the brink and back at least a couple of times before letting it slip from her lips. I continued to stroke his slippery cock as Mum looked up at us both. "You know," She said. "I think Jane's nice stiff prick would fit nicely in your hot, wet cunt, Sarah. Shall we try it?" I was in such a state I would have agreed to anything. I found myself being guided onto the kitchen table and Mum easing my legs apart. I knew Dad wouldn't last very long but it didn't matter. I was on the brink myself and as Mum guided his stiff pole into my saturated hole I could feel myself slide towards orgasmic bliss. As Dad fucked me in his girly outfit and Mum squeezed and played with my breasts watching and fingering herself I came and came again. I was vaguely aware of Dad's prick pulsing and jerking as he spunked off inside me and just hoped we wouldn't end with regret and embarrassment. I wanted more, much more of this. Sarah's Story Ch. 04: Sweetheart Deal This is the fourth part of a multi-chapter series which will make most sense if you read the instalments in order. ***** Calum was as good as his word. The report was completed and submitted on time and Sarah was in the Ladies' again, trying to tidy herself up before the upgrade meeting with software suppliers. She peered critically at her reflection. Her face and hair didn't look too bad now she'd done a repair job, but her shirt was creased and stained with cum and her breasts hung heavily and clearly unsupported beneath. She wished she had brought a jacket to work, but it had been a warm morning and she hadn't known she would need it. She hadn't bothered to put her knickers back on: the gusset was sopping. Mark opened the door and came in, heedless of the sign on the door. He stood behind her, pressing his cock into the cleft of her arse. She had just carefully tucked her shirt into the waistband of her skirt, but he pulled it free, sliding his hands up her waist and cupping her tits in his hands. "Look at the state of my top," she complained as he pinched and twisted her nipples. He dropped his hands, turned her around and unbuttoned her shirt. "I really don't think anyone's going to notice," laughed Mark. He hefted her left breast in his hand and sucked the nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth and sucking like a vacuum cleaner, flicking his tongue over the tip. Her body responded instantly and the nipple swelled, stiffened and darkened. He swapped to the other breast and teased the nipple to attention. Then, leaving her shirt unbuttoned, he knotted it under her ample tits. Her deep cleavage heaved and he spat into it so it glistened. Without letting her register how much of her was exposed, he took her hand and led her to the conference room where the two suppliers' representatives were waiting. The reps were speechless when Sarah and Mark entered the room and shook their hands. At their previous encounters, Sarah had been brisk, professional and firm. This time she looked like a stripper. Sarah smiled into their eyes but they didn't look at her face and both felt their cocks swelling. They sat opposite her and Mark and negotiated with her cleavage. When they broke for coffee, as Sarah typed some contract amendments into the laptop and printed a final draft, Mark could hear them estimating her bra size, commenting on her erect nipples and speculating about the stains on her shirt. All this put them at something of a disadvantage during the bartering on price and Mark had taken shameless advantage of their inattention. Belatedly, they realised they were being shafted. "And what's in it for us?" asked Ed, the bearded redhead, crossly. Mark pushed back his chair and lifted Sarah to her feet. Standing behind her, he unknotted her shirt, pulling it from her shoulders with one hand while unzipping her skirt with the other. Her clothing slid from her body and she stood there naked except for her high heeled navy pumps. The reps' jaws dropped. Mark took Sarah's hand and led her around the table. The reps swivelled their chairs and he positioned her in front of them. She admired the bulges in their laps. "She is entirely at your disposal," he said. "For the remainder of this meeting and whenever you undertake site maintenance." The bald rep was the first to speak. "Done," he confirmed and reached for Sarah's boobs. "Uh-uh," Mark admonished. "Signature first." He slid the software pricing agreement towards the rep, who signed it hastily. "All yours," Mark grinned, pushing Sarah forward. The bald rep grasped both her nipples and pulled her to him. He squeezed her soft breasts without finesse, as if he thought they might hoot like a bicycle horn. They didn't, but Sarah did, pulling back a little. "Sorry," mumbled Baldie, sounding anything but. "They are unbelievable!" Pleased, Sarah put her hands on her hips, thrusting her chest forwards and pirouetted in front of them. With her back to them and her legs parted, she bent from the waist and held her ankles, exposing her wet pussy and pink anus to their startled view. She flexed her buttocks several times then straightened and turned to face them. "OK," she said. "I've shown you mine, now you show me yours." Mark, who had pulled up a chair to watch the show, laughed appreciatively. The reps simultaneously leapt up, dropping their trousers and pants to expose their erections. Sarah knelt between them and took a dick in each hand. She sucked them alternately, coating them with spit, then lifted them and turned her attention to their balls, sucking their hairy scrotums into her hot mouth. The men groaned. Sarah smiled up at them, a pulsing, wet rod in each hand, and Ed ran out of patience. He lifted her up, bent her over the back of his chair and rammed his prick into her juicing twat. She cried out in surprise and Baldie's dick promptly plugged her open mouth. They pounded her from both ends and Mark, watching her breasts swinging below her, pulled out his own penis and his phone, wanking with one hand and filming the scene with the other. Sarah was holding Baldie's hips for balance. She was now kneeling on the seat of the chair, which rocked dangerously as Ed thrust violently into Sarah's hole. His fingers were clutching her waist so hard that her flesh bulged out around them. She would be bruised, Mark suspected, and his cock swelled still further at the thought. She was more vocal now and Mark wondered whether the QA team, who worked on this floor, could hear her moans. Ed was red in the face and grunting. He pulled back his right hand and smacked her buttock with a loud crack. Sarah howled around Baldie's fat penis and the pale skin of her backside turned bright pink. Ed spread her cheeks and spat into her reddened anus twice. She let Baldie's dick slip from her swollen lips and craned her head around, in time to see Ed withdraw from her pussy and feed his pole into her wet pucker. She sobbed and held her breath. Impatiently, Baldie grabbed a handful of her hair and wrenched her head back to face him, forcing his cock back between her puffy lips and ramming the back of her throat so she gagged. Tears streamed down her flaming cheeks as Ed's thick penis invaded her rectum. Her delicate anal tissues burned and tore. He rotated his hips to open her up and the elastic tract gradually gave, until he was buried balls deep inside her. She looked up and met Baldie's gaze, her brows knit in pain. Baldie had been a victim of one too many of Sarah's complaints to his management and her pleading expression tipped him over. He roared and crushed her face into his pelvis as he released a powerful jet of cum into her throat. She choked and spluttered but he pinched her nose, forcing her to swallow down his load to avoid suffocation. He let go of her head and his softening cock slipped from her mouth. He wiped it on her hair and collapsed into his chair, breathing heavily and laughing. At her other end, Ed was still pounding her sore arsehole. With a final thrust, streams of hot spunk burst from his cockhead into her bowels. He pulled out with a pop and a torrent of semen followed, flowing down her crack and thighs. Sarah slumped, coughing, over the chair and Ed circled her limp form, pulled her head back by the hair and forced his still-hard dick, smeared with cum and her anal secretions into her tired mouth. She sucked and licked lethargically until he was satisfied and stuffed his softening member back into his underwear. Ed, Baldie and Mark concluded the meeting over a second cup of coffee, seated around Sarah's used, floppy body, still crumpled over the chair. Mark showed the reps to the lift, shaking their hands. Returning to the meeting room, he lifted Sarah, who seemed barely conscious, and arranged her on the hard wooden meeting table, legs bent and spread, where she lay unresisting, her eyelids three-quarters closed as he positioned and repositioned her, photographing her slick, flushed body from various angles. At last, he called his fellow department heads. They formed a circle around the table, looking down at the abused body of their boss, and masturbated to orgasm. When they had finished, their semen drenched her chest, coated her face, pooled in her belly button and trickled down her pubic mound. She rubbed her eyes and opened them. Her arsehole still throbbed dully, but nevertheless her mouth opened in a wide smile and her tongue flicked out to lick the cum from her lips. Sarah had survived her first full day in her new role. Sarah's Story Ch. 04 "Do they know that we're not married yet?" "Yeah, I told them but a fiancée to them has to be behind her man as well. That's what Mark said." "So, whom am I supposed to talk to. Who do I need to impress that you are my man and I'm your woman?" I asked Ray. "Next Friday, Mark wants to take you and me out to dinner. He says he prefers a relaxed atmosphere. The following day he and I will go back to New York and he will present the remaining facts to the board. At least that's what he said." "Okay, Honey, anything for you but it doesn't make a lot of sense to me that they are putting so much weight on my opinion. I could have sent them a letter or they could have called me." "Probably because I told Mark what a looker you are. He probably wants to see for himself," laughed Ray. The night we were to go out, I wanted to look my best for Ray. I put on a low cut silky blouse for Ray. It was one of his favorites. I wore my fairly short black skirt with the lace ruffles on the bottom and a large slit on the side. I knew this skirt always got to Ray. I had something special to tell him that night. I wanted everything just right. I even wore black garters and nylons. I know he hated pantyhose and that night was for him. When he saw me dressed for the night he wanted to make love before we even went out. He made me laugh. "Honey," I said. "Tonight when we get home, I'm going to give you all you can handle." We waited for his friend Mark to pick us up. Ray had that little sports car that we all couldn't fit in. I was going to build Ray up tonight. I know this position meant the world to him. He worked so very hard for it. Mark came in and Ray introduced us. I'll tell you right now that I didn't care much for the guy. He looked at me more like a piece of raw meat than a business associate of my husband. He looked a bit familiar but I couldn't have known him. I usually remember the guys with the dumb come-ons and stay away from them. Throughout the night Mark kept throwing out little sexual digs about the way I looked or how lucky Ray was. I've heard it all before and really didn't like it. I just smiled because I didn't want to hurt Ray's chances for the position. Mark kept ordering drinks and I knew I had enough. Ray was a bit soused but tried to keep up with Mark. Ray got up to use the restroom and Mark was asking different questions. "Do you think Ray can do this job? This job requires long hours. Won't you get lonely without him around? How badly do you want Ray to get this job?" I didn't like the way that these questions were going so I just told Mark. "I love Ray with all my heart. There's nothing I wouldn't do for him. He is a good man and this company will be glad he's part of their team. He's gone sometimes up to five days a week now. So working over would not be a problem in our relationship. One day after he receives this position we hope to marry and start a family. I stand behind Ray a hundred percent." "Glad to hear you're behind him so much. The company will be glad to hear this when we see them tomorrow. It could make the difference whether he receives the position," remarked Mark. Again I didn't like the way this Mark fellow talked. I was so glad when Ray came back to the table. I felt a lot better when he was there. I couldn't wait to get this interview over with. Mark's eyes were staring through my clothes. It almost made me feel bad about dressing up. "Well, how did the discussion go?" asked Ray. "Great," replied Mark. "Sarah said she is behind you a hundred percent. There is nothing she wouldn't do for you," said Mark looking at me with a smirk. I so wanted to slap his face. I was glad when he said he thought it was about time to leave. We went to the car and I wanted to get in the back seat. Mark suggested to Ray that I sit up front and Ray sit in the back. He had a few more questions he might want to ask. Of course Ray was so happy about getting the position he couldn't see through this obnoxious man's conversation. Mark opened my door. I knew it was so he could see up my skirt. I got in as best I could but I know he saw more than I cared to show. He gave me that horrible smirk again. When we got to the house I was so glad Ray opened my door. I figure we were rid of this man and Ray and I could go celebrate. Mark asked us for a nightcap. Of course Ray said sure and invited him in. I wanted to change my clothes and leave the two of them alone but Mark said he wanted to talk to me. Ray went to use the rest room while Mark asked where the liquor was. He told Ray he would make us all a drink. Ray let him go in the kitchen and make the drinks. Damn, I just wanted him to leave but I figured I could put up with him a few more minutes for Ray's sake. He brought me a drink and it tasted funny so I set it down. Mark reached over and put his hand on my thigh. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I said as I quickly pushed his hand away and got up and went into the kitchen. A minute later Ray came in and asked me what happened? I told him and he went out to see Mark. I listened to their conversation. "What the hell's going on?" I heard Ray say. "Okay, Ray, I'll put it like this. Everything depends on yours and Sarah's co-operation right now. If I get what I want, the position is yours guaranteed. You'll be making double the money you're making right now, and that's just starting out. You will be the vice-president of a major corporation. You will be able to buy Sarah everything you've ever wanted. You'll probably never see me again after tomorrow. If I don't get what I want, and we both know what that is, I will tell the board of directors that your fiancée and future wife isn't behind you like she said she was. You won't get the position. "You can ask me to leave and it's all over, or you can go tell Sarah it's okay to have sex with me and after tomorrow, we'll never see each other again. The choice is yours." Oh, God, this son of a bitch was going to make me lose this chance of a lifetime opportunity for Ray. That is unless Ray tells him to leave. I was so hoping Ray would be a man and throw Mark's ass out. God, no, Ray was coming to see me. He looked into my eyes which now had tears in them. "I know you heard everything. I can't force you to do it but our lives depend on your decision. It will only be the one time and we will have our dreams fulfilled after tomorrow." Maybe it was the position or too much to drink that would make Ray ask me to do this. I despised Mark but I promised Ray I would do anything for him. He walked back into the living room and I saw Mark smile as he walked by Ray and into the kitchen. "Now, that's the right decision, Sarah. You can hate me but just think what you are doing for Ray," remarked Mark. He put his hand on my thigh and slid it up till he touched my pussy. I wanted to cry but wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. He then lifted me up and set me on the counter and spread my thighs. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. He didn't even remove my panties but just pulled the crotch to the side and pushed his cock into me. I wasn't the wettest and it hurt. He stood there and started pumping his cock into me. "Why are you doing this?" I asked Mark. "Because I can Sarah, because I can. You're not the first wife to give it up and you won't be the last," said Mark. I glanced over his shoulder and saw my fiancé with tears running down his cheeks. I looked at him and saying with my eyes, "I'm doing this for you, Ray, I'm doing this for you." I got a little wetter but it still hurt. Mark told Ray to bring me my drink. I needed something and Ray didn't even look in my eyes as he handed me my drink. All the while, Mark was pumping his hard cock into me. I downed my drink hoping to help get me through. I was feeling groggy as I felt Mark cum in me. I was now feeling dizzy. I realized that he had drugged my drink. God, I hoped that Ray would step in and do something. -------------------- I woke up the next morning feeling horrible. I still had my blouse on but it was pulled up with my bra over my breasts. My skirt was up around my waist and my panties were torn off at the crotch and one leg. The shredded remainders of my panties were around my ankle. I knew I had been fucked. I didn't know if it would be considered rape since I had agreed to do it on the counter. There was a note on the nightstand from Mark saying it was good. Too bad I wasn't fully awake to enjoy it more. I was trying to piece together what happened after Mark took me on the counter. It was all very fuzzy but I remember little parts of it. I got up and took a shower and tried to wash away the filth of this man, Mark. Why did Ray let this happen? I loved him so much but now I also hated him or at least what he let happen. After the shower I just slipped on a light robe and went and made a pot of coffee and tried to remember all that I could. I remember the drugged drink. I then remember Mark helping me off the counter and leading me toward the bedroom. Everything was so fuzzy but I think he got in an argument with Ray. Ray told him to get out of the house. Mark had laughed at Ray and told him not to be so stupid. "Ray, I already fucked her. The damage is done. Do you really want to throw it all away now? Just sit the fuck down and I'll be out of here in a little bit. She did it for you and I'd hate to think you would blow it all now." Mark had taken me into the room and fucked me again. I don't remember much except it seemed so familiar. Mark said something while he was fucking me. Something about us going to the same college and he wished he had know me back then. He would have made sure he would have gotten some back then. God he sounded and talked like that bastard Dana back in college who raped me. God, I wish I could remember more. I picked up his card and it said D. Mark Benson. Could it be the same son-of-a-bitch? I had to know. I couldn't let him get away with this again. I also wondered about Ray. He left me a note apologizing to me over and over. "Honey, I'm so sorry. When I realized what I asked you to do, it was too late. I could have fought with Mark but the damage was done. I couldn't see you this morning. I was too ashamed. I promise you that when I get back from New York, I'll make it up to you. I love you so much." I had to get away. I didn't want to see Ray, not after what happened. I needed time. Time to think of what I should do. My fiancé let another man fuck me. Because of my past I took it very seriously. I know I was partially responsible. I could have stopped it but I did it for the man I loved. I now regretted it also. I was thinking in revenge mode. I called the bank and had the remainder of the checking account transferred to my savings. I wasn't going to give Ray any more money till I figured out what I was going to do. The checking had over eighty thousand dollars left of the hundred thousand I put in. I did leave Ray with a hundred dollars. I packed up two suitcases with some of my personal belongings and set them in the bedroom for now. I was going to leave for now. I really had no plan yet but I was working on it. I needed to get even with that bastard Mark. I started formulating a plan. I called the motel room where Mark was staying. I went through the reservation desk and asked for Mark's room. I didn't want my call to be traced. "Hello, Mark Benson here," came the reply. "Mark, this is Sarah. Remember me?" "Sarah, surprised to hear from you after last night. You weren't the happiest camper till you got a little drug in you. Went much better the second and third time," he laughed. "Don't underestimate me, Mark. My problem is I have this itch I need scratched. You drugged me and I want to know how it feels without being drugged. Ray's not here - do you want to come over and give me a repeat performance so I can feel the real thing?" I tried to act sexy to this bastard. It was the hardest acting I have ever done. "I guess I can stop by before going to meet your husband. I'll be there in a few minutes." Men like Mark are so stupid. Did he really think I wanted him? He must think he's some kind of God's gift to women. The fucking pervert was going to get his gift if I had anything to do with it. I went to the nightstand and found Ray's revolver. He had bought it off a street kid for fifty dollars about two months earlier. I told him at the time that he shouldn't buy it. If he wanted a revolver he should go and get one registered. He just laughed and said it would cost a lot more. He just wanted it to protect me. I wondered why he didn't use it the night before and protect me. It was the fucking job. He put it ahead of me. Mark showed up at the house. He was a bit cautious but when he saw me in only a light robe his demeanor changed. He came up to me and opened my robe at my pussy and grabbed me. "Nice, can't wait to get some more of it. Should be better with you awake," he laughed. "Let's go get started," he said. "Slow down, cowboy. I want some serious fucking, none of that slam bam shit." "I have to meet your husband and catch a plane. I don't have the time," Mark replied. "Then you better go. I thought you really wanted to fuck. Can't you call Ray and tell him to go without you? Tell him you have some business to finish. You can always catch a later flight." I knew I had him thinking. Very few men would pass up fucking a near naked girl if he could help it. I do have to say that it was still hard to play up to this man. Mark took out his cell phone and called Ray. "Ray, this is Mark. I have some business to finish up here and I'll catch a later flight. Don't worry about the board. I just talked to them and the position is yours. Congratulations! See you in New York." Mark then called the airport and got his flight moved back two hours. He gave the name Dana Benson. I was startled when he said it. He told me Dana was his given name and traveled under it. He used Mark in business because a lot of people didn't know if Dana was a man or a woman. After hanging up the phone he told me we now had two hours. He pushed me up against the wall and grabbed my pussy again. "Ray already had the job before last night, didn't he? You just used us to get fucked," I tried to smile. "Well, Sarah, Ray always talked about you and I had to see you for myself. After that, I knew I had to have you. Hey, nobody got hurt." How in the hell could he say such a thing? He hurt me and he hurt Ray and our possible future together. "Dana," I said. "Did you go to State the same as me?" "Yeah, I guess I was a few years ahead of you. I wish I knew you back then. Hell, we could have fucked and who knows where we would be today. Hell, maybe you would have been my wife instead of the gal I'm married to. She sure doesn't look anything like you." I pushed him back and he released his hand from my pussy. "What gives? You think you can fucking tease me. I'll fucking rape your ass," said Mark rather angrily. I pulled out Ray's gun. "You touch me and I'll blow your fucking balls off," I said. "What the fuck's got into you? It was you that called me here," replied Mark. "Do you remember when you were a senior in college? You fucked another guy's girl. You raped her," I asked. "Christ, girl! I fucked a hundred girls back then. It was no big deal," replied Mark. "It was to me, you son-of-a-bitch! I told you that someday you would pay for it." "You're crazy! I'm getting the fuck out of here." He was heading for his car. When he got to the rear of his car I told him to stop. "You aren't going to shoot anyone," he said. "Who do you think you're kidding?" I fired a shot in the air. It scared the shit out of Mark. "Open the fucking trunk now," I said. After he opened it I told him, "Now get in." "No fucking way. How stupid do you think I am?" replied Mark. I fired a shot into his thigh. He screamed out for bloody murder. "Now get the fuck in the trunk and I'll take you to the hospital," I said. He was screaming out in agony as he got into the trunk. I took his wallet and car keys. It was a rental car. "Take me to the fucking hospital, you fucking cunt," yelled Mark. It really pissed me off as I reached down and grabbed the tire iron and started beating on him. Thank God we lived out in the county. I was beating on him relentlessly, taking out all the pent-up revenge I had for him. I hit his legs, arms, wrists, and any other part I could. I must have connected to his head because he stopped making noise. He was a mess. The blood was mostly coming out of his leg wound. I wiped my fingerprints off the tire iron using my robe and shut the trunk lid. I went inside the house and got dressed. I was a brunette but took a blond wig that I had and took my sunglasses and put them on along with a little hat. I put my robe with the blood on it into a bag. I put my suitcases in the back seat of Mark's car along with my laptop. I know I should have been very nervous but I was running on total revenge energy. This son of a bitch would never take advantage of another woman. I locked up the house and headed toward the airport. I made sure I wore gloves. I stopped off at a refuse container and got rid of my robe. I had to go through a couple of rough neighborhoods and stopped at a convenience store and took one of Mark's credit cards and put gas in the car. I continued driving and pulled off the road across from a bus stop for the airport terminal. I sat there and waited till I saw the bus coming. I took out whatever money Mark had and left his wallet and credit cards on the seat. I put the gun in the glove compartment and left the keys in the ignition. I quickly got on the bus and headed for the airport. I removed my gloves since it didn't look right. I checked in my luggage using the name Dana Benson. I showed my ticket and told them that I had called and had my flight moved up. Of course there was no reason for anyone to question it. I got on the plane and flew to New York. After arriving at the terminal in New York I went to the ladies room and took off the wig and hat and threw them away. I took out the passport I had gotten a few years before and went to a Canadian airline and booked a flight. I used all my own information. I had the passport and drivers license. I had about a two hour layover so I decided to get something to eat. My cell phone rang. It was Ray. "Sarah, I called the house and you weren't there. I wanted to tell you that I got the position. I'm now the vice-president of marketing of Morrow Pharmaceuticals. I'm in charge of the Cleveland office. Honey, I'm so sorry about what happened yesterday. I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll be home tomorrow and we can work it out. Please forgive me." "So your friend Mark put a good word in for you, did he?" I asked. "He wasn't there. He called before I left and said he would be in later. I haven't seen him yet, but he's not a friend of mine. Not after what he did to us." "Ray, I can't lie to you. I won't be there when you get home. Don't try and find me. I need time to think about what happens from here out. You hurt me bad. I can't just forget it." He started talking to me again about how sorry he was. I just hung up the phone and shut it off. I didn't want to talk to him now. I got on my plane and flew to Canada. I had called Vera earlier and explained what had happened and she picked me up at the airport. I didn't tell anyone about what happened to Mark. It was a secret I would always keep just to myself. * End of Chapter 4 Please watch for Ch. 5 and 6 Comments welcome DG Hear Sarah's Story Ch. 05 Things were a bit easier, more relaxed after our tea time love making session. Dad stayed dressed up for a while and we had a little giggle, all of us. I was pleased. It felt that we'd made some progress, breaking down the barriers of their moral reserve. After I had gone to bed I heard them in their bedroom. Dad was obviously giving Mum a good seeing to, probably still dressed up in his little girl outfit. I was amazed that a man of his age was still had the sexual energy and I was so proud of him. I slipped my hand into my panties and stroked myself to sleep. I woke to my alarm firing off telling me another work day was in store. Images of the previous evening flooded into my head and I started to feel horny again. When was I not. I heard Mum get up and go to the bathroom. Mum always got up first. I tried to put my feelings to one side and got up to get ready. As I was slipping off my knickers I remembered something from last night and a very naughty thought crept into my head. I pulled my pants back up again, took a clean pair out of my drawer and slipped out of my room and headed across the hall to my parents bedroom. I knocked and went straight in. Dad was still in bed and looked a little surprised when I came in. "Sarah, what's up, darling?" He asked putting down a book he was reading. "Nothing, Daddy. Just thought I'd bring you a little present." I smiled. I pulled my hand from behind my back and dangled my clean silky knickers off the end of my finger. Dad looked shocked. "Sarah, really. There's no need .. I mean it's only 7 o'clock and Mum's only in the next room." He protested. "Come on Daddy, don't be silly." I chided playfully. "It really turned me on when Mum said you liked to play with your lovely stiff cock with my knickers. And besides why should Mum get all the fun?" He gave me that admonishing look. The one he always gave me when I was naughty as a child. "Anyway these," I said swinging my clean knickers around on my finger, “are not your present.” I threw him my knickers which he deftly caught while still looking at me. I lifted up my oversized t-shirt up to my waist, "These are." I paused for dramatic effect, letting him take in the sight of my white cotton knickers. "I've had these on all night, Daddy, and I've been very naughty. When I heard you and Mum having sex I just had to play with myself while I was wearing them." Dad's face was a picture. I could see him swallow hard and I even heard him groan a little just picturing me rubbing myself off into my knickers. I was shaking a little myself and my stiffening nipples I could feel almost burning through my t-shirt. "Would you like to play with my panties, Daddy?" I teased. There was a pause while Dad tried to get his voice working. "Yes, Sarah. Please." He managed. I smiled and reached under my t-shirt and slipped them off, not letting him see my pussy. Not yet anyway. I tossed him the small cotton undies and he held them in his hand as if not sure what to do with them. "Do you want to just hold them Daddy or do you want to hold them to your face and sniff them?" I continued to tease him and treat him like a small boy. "I want to smell them, Sarah." He eventually replied bringing them up towards his face. "What is it you want to smell Daddy?" "I like to smell your scent, Sarah." "My scent, Daddy? Do you mean my cunt?" You could see he almost winced when I said 'cunt'. But he was getting turned on. My dirty knickers were up by his nose now and I could see him breathing in deeply, savouring the nuances like a professional wine taster getting the bouquet of a fine wine. "Yes, Sarah. I like smelling your cunt." It sent a shiver down my spine when he said it and I felt a little pang heading down my front too. "Are you getting hard for me, Daddy?" I asked quietly. "Yes, Sarah." "Show me, Daddy." He looked up at me from behind my knickers still pressed to his face. Reaching down he pulled the duvet away from his body. I looked down his frame to his long stiff prick that lay against his tummy like a beached whale. His balls sagged down between his thighs and I watched as they seemed to swell and roll all by themselves. "It's lovely, Daddy." I cooed. He grunted a bit and was lost in his reverie with my aromatic knickers. I stepped over to the bed and knelt down next to him just watching his large penis pulse slightly against his hairy tum. I reached over and retrieved the clean knickers that he'd discarded when I threw my dirty ones at him. I arranged them in my hand and slowly drew them over his stiff manhood so that the tip was buried in the gusset and wrapped the rest of the silky material around the shaft. I closed my hand around his swaddled cock and slowly stroked it up and down. "Mmmm, Sarah. That feels so good, darling." He moaned above me. I lazily lay my head on his stomach as I continued to stroke my hand up and down his thick cock wrapped up in my silky knickers. I could feel the material slip up and down the skin and every time it did I heard another little moan of pleasure. "What are you thinking of, Daddy." I asked casually, still watching fascinated as my hand wanked him off. Again I had to wait while his consciousness came to the surface. There was no hurry. "I'm thinking how good your cunt smells, how you were touching yourself when you heard Mum and me last night. I was thinking about how good it felt inside you last night too." I smiled. He was so lovely. I decided to treat him. I clambered up on the bed and placed my knees either side of his chest. I reached down and pulled my t-shirt up over my back. I knew he was looked up between my legs now: He had the perfect view. "Do you like that, Daddy?" I asked resuming my rhythmic stroking. "It's lovely, sweetheart." "You like looking at my cunt?" I teased some more. "Your cunt is lovely." He almost repeated like a child learning by rote. I wanted more than that. "Tell me what you see. What you like." My hands were working a little faster now. "Your bum, Sarah. It's lovely and round and smooth. And your beautiful cunt. Your lips are slightly open and I can see how moist you are in there. And your little puckered hole is all wrinkled and dark brown." "You like my bum hole, Daddy?" I was getting worked up now and I could feel me losing control of this situation. "Yes. It's a beautiful bum hole." "Would you like to do things to my asshole, Daddy?" I couldn't believe where this was heading and frankly I didn't care. My hand was slipping up and down my Daddy's pole and I could feel his hips rising up against my pumping fist. "Oh, Sarah, yes, so much. I would like to make it wet." "Wet, Daddy. How would you make it wet?" "With my tongue, Sarah. I'd lick your lovely, hot little asshole and make it all wet and slippery with my tongue." "Oh god, yes Daddy." "I'd love to push my tongue up against your asshole and lick around and around it until my tongue pushed inside. Oh, Baby, you're going to make me cum." He was starting to buck up against my hand. "Oh yes, Daddy. Tell me what you want to do to my tight little asshole and cum for me. Spurt off into my panties." "Oh Sarah, I'm cumming, I want to fuck you, baby, fuck you in the ass. Oh fuck, rub me, rub me, Oh baby I'm cumming." His outburst sent a little shiver through me, a mini orgasm if you will. It was so erotic. Dad's straining cock leapt in my hands and I could feel jets of his hot sperm pulse through his shaft. I could see the darkening stain grow larger in the gusset where the top of his prick was. Slowly I felt the hot dampness seep through the material all the way down the length of his rod as his jerking hips slowed and became still. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a little movement in the doorway to the en-suite. I knew then Mum had watched, and probably revelled in seeing me wank Dad off in my panties. I smiled and dismounted. I slipped the slimy pants off Dad's deflating cock and raised them to my face. I sniffed and looked down at Dad. "Mmm, fresh cum. I'm going to wear these to work today, Daddy. I can think about you all day then." I laughed. I bent down and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Dad, that was lovely. Thank you. Maybe we can work on that dream of yours, huh?" I said enigmatically and slipped out of the bedroom to get ready for work. I couldn't wait to tell Jan and to let her get her hand down my cummy knickers. Sarah's Story Ch. 05-06 This is the conclusion to Sarah's story. A special thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing. Chapter 5: Ray Speaks. Where do I begin? I found the true love of my life. Sarah and I just seemed to hit it off from the get go. We started by just dating to see how compatible we were. We found out we loved a lot of the same things: movies, music and we both wanted to have kids. People that knew us both said we made the perfect couple. I thought we did also. Before meeting Sarah, I spent my life trying to become successful. I worked hard and traveled all week long. I wanted to make it to the big time by becoming a vice-president of marketing at a pharmaceutical company. I wanted a good life for Sarah and myself. I was hoping to eventually get married and have a family. After the first time making love to Sarah, I knew there would never be anyone else for me. Like they said in one of those movies, "She completed me." I loved her so much. I asked her to marry me and we became engaged. I didn't care how long we had to wait as long as I knew we would be together. I had a good job but I knew if I could reach the vice-president position that my wage would double and I wouldn't have to travel as much. I knew I was being checked out by a headhunter. He was hired by the drug company to find a top notch marketing person in the drug industry. It was everything I wanted. I bought a new car to show I wasn't afraid of taking chances and expected to be successful. Sarah and I argued about it but I needed to show that I was successful and I needed to play the part. Sarah said I was just being wasteful, that I needed to try living more within my means. I didn't know at the time how successful Sarah really was. She was always quiet about her finances. One day I put a deposit on a beautiful home in the country. I wanted Sarah and I to be together more. I figured we could share the rent by both of us giving up our apartments. Sarah loved the house. I remember us making love in every room. It was Sarah's way of christening each room. She surprised me one day by putting a hundred thousand dollars into my checking account. She told me it was her way of contributing to our home and future life together. One day a guy named Mark contacted me about the vice-presidential position in marketing of a competitive firm. It was everything that I had worked for. It would make my dreams come true. I would have the position I always wanted and Sarah and I could get married and start our family. The job would be located in Cleveland near where we lived. I made a trip to New York to interview for the position. I have to admit that I was nervous as hell interviewing for the job, knowing the rest of my life weighed in the balance. There was nothing I wouldn't do to obtain this position and secure the future of Sarah and me. The interview went well and it sure got Sarah's and my hopes up. She was so supportive and stood behind me and my decisions. Mark called and mentioned that he needed to talk to Sarah. This company was big on families and wanted to make sure the wife was supportive of her husband. Of course Sarah and I weren't married but Mark said that the company knew that once we got married they needed to know that Sarah was still behind me. Sarah was getting ready for us to go out to dinner with Mark. She had never met him before. I know I bragged her up to him and he was somewhat excited to meet her. When she got dressed and I took a look at her, I wanted to make love to her right there on the spot. She looked so damn sexy in the black skirt with the lacy things on it. With the slit on the side going up her thigh, I could see she wore garters instead of those pantyhose. Damn, she looked gorgeous. I loved her so much. I couldn't believe she was with me. Sarah said she had a surprise for me when we got home that night. I knew I was going to get lucky. She very rarely denied me anyway but that night was special. We could celebrate my getting this new job. She had a rough life and I wanted to do everything in my power to make her life happier. I knew once I got this new position that we would be set pretty much for life. As I mentioned earlier I didn't know that she had any money. I thought she put it all in our joint checking account. I really wanted the best for her. Mark stopped by and picked us up; I had the sports car and we couldn't all fit into it. As the night went on, I drank a lot more then I usually do. Mark kept kind of flirting with Sarah. I just thought he was being a nice guy, but I was wrong. I knew Sarah was annoyed a little with Mark. Normally she would have said something to him but I think she was holding her cool so as not to jeopardize my position. I went to the restroom and when I got back Sarah didn't look overly happy. Mark had asked her questions and he told her how lucky I was. He told me Sarah said she would do anything to see that I got this job. I have a feeling that wasn't exactly what Sarah said. "Honey," said Sarah. "I let Mark know that I'm behind you 100%. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you." She leaned over and kissed me. Mark said it was about time to leave. He mentioned he had a couple more questions and maybe we could have a nightcap. I wanted him to go so I could be alone with Sarah, but I figured we could put up with him for another few minutes; especially if the job depended on it. When we got back to the house I had to head to the bathroom again. I guess it was my nerves. I hoped everything went good that night. I heard a commotion while I was in the restroom. When I came out, I saw Sarah standing in the kitchen. "What's the matter, Honey?" I asked. "Your bastard friend put his hands on me. Please ask him to leave," I asked. "What the hell's going on?" I asked Mark. Mark replied, "Okay, Ray, I'll put it like this. Everything depends on your and Sarah's cooperation right now. If I get what I want the position is yours guaranteed. You'll be making double the money you're making right now, and that's just starting out. You will be the vice-president of a major corporation. You will be able to buy Sarah everything you've ever wanted. You'll probably never see me again after tomorrow. If I don't get what I want, and we both know what that is, I will tell the board of directors that your fiancée and future wife isn't behind you like she said she was. You won't get the position. "You can ask me to leave and it's all over, or you can go tell Sarah it's okay to have sex with me and after tomorrow, we'll never see each other again. The choice is yours." Oh, God, this son of a bitch was going to either have sex with Sarah or the job and our future was history. I knew I couldn't force Sarah to do anything like that. I was so tied up inside. This was the last thing I wanted but everything was now on the line. I should have kicked Mark's ass out but because of the drinks and the thought of losing the position, I went and talked to Sarah. "I know you heard everything. I can't force you to do it but our lives depend on your decision. It will only be the one time and we will have our dreams fulfilled after tomorrow." God, it was the worst decision I had ever made in my entire life. I have regretted it ever since. Instead of standing up for my wife, I forced her to make a decision that I'll always regret. If there was ever a time I could re-do or live a situation over again, it would be that day. Maybe it was the thought of losing the position or too much to drink that made me such a stupid man. I walked back into the living room and I saw Mark smile as he walked by me and into the kitchen. "Now, that's the right decision, Sarah. You can hate me but just think what you are doing for Ray," remarked Mark. To this day, I can't believe I asked my fiancée to do such a thing. I stood in the living room and watched a man taking the woman I loved. I know I had tears in my eyes as I watched her let this man have her. I knew she wasn't enjoying it because of the way she was looking at me. It was as if to say, "Ray, I promised you that I would do anything for you and now I'm proving it." Mark asked me to get Sarah's drink off the table. I couldn't look at her as I handed her the drink. Seeing this man pushing his cock into her. Any man that says it's erotic to see your woman with another man must not love her the way I loved Sarah. I wanted to tear my heart out and die. I didn't know it at the time but Mark must have drugged her drink. As he came in her, she seemed to be extremely groggy. Mark lifted her off the counter and half carried her into the bedroom. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked Mark. "Ray, I'm almost finished. Don't go and blow it all now and try to play the macho role. It's a little too late for that. You can either come in and watch or just sit here and wait. I won't be that long." I poured myself a drink and just sat on the couch and sulked, wondering how I could be such a wimp. I wanted to do something about it but Mark was right. It was too late now. After what Sarah had done for me I didn't want to blow it now. Mark came out smiling after about an hour. "I'll see to it that you get that position. I always keep my word. Don't worry about Sarah. She cares for you. She sure is one fine woman. I'll see you tomorrow at the airport." I couldn't even look at him or talk to him. I felt about as low as a man could feel. After he left I went in to check on Sarah. She was passed out with her clothes in disarray. I just backed out of the bedroom and went to the couch and cried myself to sleep. I wrote a note to Sarah doing my best to apologize. I told her that I would do my best to make it up to her. I was too ashamed to face her in the morning and left before she woke up. I got to the airport really early, had a little breakfast and tried to put my best face on. After all what was done was done. I now had to get my mind back on the position. I hated the idea of seeing Mark but I didn't have much choice. My cell phone rang and it was Mark. He said he had some business to attend to and for me to fly ahead. He would catch a later flight. He told me that he had talked to the board of directors and put in a good word for me telling them that Sarah was 100% behind me. He congratulated me on getting the position. I hated telling him, "Thank you," but it was all over now. Before I got on the plane I thought about Sarah and how much she loved me. It brought tears to my eyes. It would be something that I would never forget. I arrived at the office in New York and met with the board. I did get the position but later found out that I had already gotten it. Mark was supposed to have told me but instead he used me and Sarah. I would never have the nerve to tell Sarah that I would have gotten the position anyway. Again I felt bad putting Sarah through this for nothing. I wanted to kill Mark. Good thing he wasn't at the meeting. I called Sarah to tell her about getting the position. She didn't answer. I wondered where she might have gone that day. I tried her cell phone and she answered. I first wanted to apologize and told her I promised to make it up to her. I then told her about getting the position and when I would get home the next day I wanted to celebrate. "Ray, I'm happy that you got the position you wanted so badly. Maybe you can go out and celebrate with your friend, Mark," she said sarcastically. "I need you to know that I had sex with Mark only because you asked me to. I promised you that I would do anything for you and I did. I hope you're happy with the results. I didn't like your friend at all. I can't lie to you so I'm letting you know I won't be home when you get there tomorrow. You hurt me really bad and I have to get away and think things over. Please don't try to find me. I do need this time away from you." "Sarah, Mark wasn't there today. He called this morning and said that he would be catching a later flight. He had some work to finish. He did say he talked with the board and the job was waiting for me. I'm glad he wasn't there. I don't want to see him ever again. I just hope you can forgive me." "I don't know, Ray. Right now I need time. I put all my love and trust in you and your job meant more to you than I do." Then she hung up and must have turned off her phone. I was so overwrought with emotion. What should have been the best day of my life was quickly becoming my worst. I used the woman I loved more than anyone in this world. Now I had the prestige, power and money, but not my woman to share it with. I was hoping she would be there when I returned but she wasn't. The following day I went to her office to talk to Bess. "Bess, have you seen Sarah? Do you know where she is?" I asked. "Mr. Boltan, Sarah left me a message on the answering machine telling me I'm not to speak to you of her whereabouts. To be honest with you, I don't know where she is. I have a phone number where she can be reached and a new e-mail address where I'm to forward any information. I have strict orders not to give you either one," replied Bess. "Please, Bess, I need to talk to her," I replied. "I'm sorry, Mr. Boltan. I'm not about to lose my job. If you ever want to leave her a message here, I'll forward it to her. Now please leave." I was in her office five times in the following three weeks. I left messages and she forwarded them for me. I never got any replies. The last time I went a little crazy yelling at Bess. It was a big mistake. She had me slapped with a warrant, and an order of protection. If I so much as came near the office, I would be arrested. Now I lost my only connection to locate Sarah. I called Vera and got the same runaround. She really gave me the third degree. I figured Sarah told the whole story to Vera. After all she was Sarah's best friend. After checking with most of Sarah's friends I wondered if she might have gone to see Vera. I contacted the Cleveland airport but there was no Sarah Horn flying to Canada. Where did she go? How did she get there? Her car was still parked at home. About a week after my interview I got a call from one of the directors. He started out by welcoming me to the company and asked if I found everything satisfactory. "Yes, sir, everything is going well here. My secretary is well versed in the product line. She is surely an asset to this office." I didn't mention anything about Sarah. After all she wasn't my wife yet. He then asked me if I had seen Mark. "No, sir, the last time I talked to him was the day of my interview. As I told the board, he called and said he would be late. Is there a problem?" I asked. The director replied, "As you know he doesn't work for the company but as an independent headhunter. His wife has called and said he hasn't returned home in over a week. We pay for his rental car and of course his air fare as part of his remuneration. We checked with them and he never returned his car. The ticket for his air flight was returned. We have contacted the police and they are running a check. They may be calling you. Well, keep up the good work. We're expecting great things from you." I was wondering what the hell happened to Mark. I didn't have to wait long to find out. About two days later I was contacted by the police department. They located the rental car in a low rent district. When they opened the trunk, the stench of a dead body filled the air. It seems that Mark had been beaten to death. He also had a bullet wound in his leg. The police needed to talk to me. I explained that the last time I talked to Mark was before my flight. He was to take a later flight, for which the company said the ticket was used. They checked his cell phone record and indeed there was a call to me. In the last week the cell phone had run up over a five hundred dollar debt. They brushed the car for prints and found a number of them which they were checking out. About two days later the police were back at my office. They said they had my prints and I explained about us going out to dinner. They asked to see Sarah and I told them she had left a couple of days ago to visit a friend in Canada. They just wanted to verify my story. They came a day later and said it wasn't necessary to talk to Sarah. They had found their supposed killers. It was a gang that hung out near a carry-out/gas station. The police figured that they jumped Mark at the station and then stuffed him in his trunk and, sometime along the way, they beat and shot him. The assailants tried to say that they just found this car parked with the keys in it and took it for a ride. The police told me that one of the assailants had the gun on him when he was picked up. Again he tried to deny that he shot Mark but his prints were on the gun and it had recently been fired. He tried to say he was just target shooting. They ran a trace on the gun and found out it was stolen three months before and was used in a murder of a convenience store employee. They also found Mark's credit cards and his cell phone on members of the gang. Of course the gang denied they killed Mark and was surprised his body was in the trunk. When asked about the smell, the assailants said they never really smelled anything. It always smelled like that where they lived. Of course, they were all booked for the murder of Mark and the convenience store employee. They all had rap sheets as long as their arms. The police said Mark was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The police called me a couple of days later and told me that Mark died a slow horrible death. He actually lived for awhile after the beating and died of the slow loss of blood. The only thing they weren't able to figure out was who used Mark's flight ticket. Since it was a change of flight, no one knew who used the ticket. All they knew was it was made out to a Dana Benson and was used. They figured one of the gang members wanted to take a free trip to New York and used the ticket. I was feeling odd about Mark's death. In one sense I was horrified that such a thing could happen. In another I was glad he was dead. I know I shouldn't feel this way about the dead but I do. I just wish I could have been the one to do him in and let Sarah know I tried to salvage some of my honor toward her. I put almost all my time into my work. I called Vera about once a week and told her if she heard from Sarah to tell her I loved her. Vera always said she would pass along the message. After a couple of months I called Bess just to apologize. She said as long as I left her alone, she wouldn't press charges. I knew she was in contact with Sarah but couldn't find out anything. All I could do was hope that someday, somehow, Sarah would come back to me. It was a good thing that I got the higher salary. I forgot to mention that Sarah withdrew all the money from our checking account. At first I was really mad but after thinking about it, I realized it was her money to begin with. It was just that she put it there in the first place to show me that she loved me and believed in me. By taking it away I had to wonder if she meant the opposite. I continued to prosper at my job. I had only been around six months now but the directors were very happy with my running of the marketing department. I remember Sarah once saying that I would get the position because I was a great marketing person. She always had faith in me. I was sitting at my desk going over some new marketing directives when I got a page from my secretary Marilyn. "Mr. Boltan, you have a call on line one." Sarah's Story Ch. 05-06 "Who is it, Marilyn? I'm going over these important papers. Maybe I'll call them back," I asked. "She said her name is Sarah Horn. Do you want me to tell her you'll call her back, Sir?" "Sarah! No, I'll take this call, Marilyn. Please close my door and I don't want to be disturbed by anyone," I responded. I picked up the phone. "Sarah, is it really you?" Chapter 6: Where do we go from here? After I left six months ago I went to stay near where Vera lived in Canada. I needed time to get my thoughts together. I really loved Ray but because of what happened, I wasn't sure I could stay with him. I kept in touch regularly with Bess. I was able to provide on-line financial advice through the computer. For those who still wanted to see a face, they could deal with Bess. About once a month Bess and I met in New York to go over our work schedule. She told me about Ray coming to see her and eventually having to get a restraining order on him. I apologized to her. She didn't need to get in the middle of this personal dispute between Ray and me. I never told her exactly what my problem with Ray was. The only person I told is Vera; she was still my only confidante. It wasn't only Ray's fault. I agreed to let it happen. I'm sure if we both had it to do all over again both of us would have put a stop to it. Too bad we can't live life's mistakes over. Vera and I talked and talked about the situation. We agreed that I should give Ray a call. I honestly didn't know what to expect but I knew I had to talk to him. I called his office and his secretary answered. When I asked to speak to Ray Boltan, I could hear her talking to him. "Mr. Boltan, I have a call for you on line one. Do you want to take it or do you want to call the person back?" asked his secretary. "Who is it, Marilyn?" I could hear Ray's voice in the background. "A Sarah Horn," was her reply. "Sarah! No, I'll take this call, Marilyn. Please close my door and I don't want to be disturbed by anyone," I heard Ray responded. "Sarah, is it really you?" asked Ray. "Yes, it's me. I decided that we needed to talk. I have a lot to tell you; do you have the time to talk now or would you like me to call you back later?" I asked. "God, Sarah, I've wanted to hear your voice, it seems like forever. No, I want to talk to you too. I have so much I want to say to you. I made the biggest mistake of my life and I've been paying for it everyday not having you in my life." "How is your new position?" I asked Ray. "The job is fine, Sarah, but not worth the price that was paid for it. I would give anything to take it all back, but I know that is not possible." "So, how's your friend, Mark. Been hanging out with him lately?" I asked. "Please, Sarah, he's not my friend and I would kill him if he wasn't dead already," replied Ray. I wanted to hear what happened after I left the airport. We didn't get the news in Canada like they did here. "What do you mean dead? Did some woman's husband stand up for his wife?" I still wanted Ray to feel the hurt I was feeling. "Remember I told you he called me and said he would take a later flight? Well, he never showed up. About a week later I was contacted by the company and then by the police. They told me he was found dead in the trunk of his rental car. I guess he was shot and beaten to death," replied Ray. "I'm sorry, Ray, but I don't feel sorry for him in the least. Maybe I have a streak of cold blood running through my veins but I never liked the man and I think whoever killed him did the world a favor." "It was a street gang. They found the gun that he was shot with as well as their fingerprints all over the car. They used his cell phone and his credit cards. They tried to deny it but there was just too much evidence. Speaking of guns, when was the last time you saw my revolver? You know the one I bought from that street kid," asked Ray. "I threw it away a week after you brought it home. I told you we didn't need it in the house. What made you look for the gun?" I asked. "I wasn't going to tell you but about a week after you left I really felt bad and kept drinking trying to drown out my sorrows. I drank way too much and wasn't thinking right and decided to try to take my own life. I couldn't find the damn gun. So I guess you saved my life by getting rid of it. I just passed out and realized the next day what I almost did. I would never have a chance to see you again if I would have gone through with it. "Are you coming home, Sarah? I want so badly to try to make it up to you." "Are you going to get me un-fucked? It's what it would take. Listen, you did me bad and I should have never gone along with it. It's partially my fault but I don't know if I could ever trust you again. I just don't know." "Why are we talking now? Why did you call me if you didn't want to get back together?" asked Ray. "I'm pregnant, Ray." "God, oh, no, I want to die for what I did to you," replied Ray. "Ray, the baby's yours. Remember when I told you I had a surprise for you when we got home? I was going to tell you that I was pregnant with our child. Unfortunately I never had the chance to tell you." "I'm... I'm going to be a father. Oh, my God, that is so great. I always wanted to be a father. Especially if you're the mother." I could hear him crying lightly. "Now you know my problem, Ray. I have my baby coming into this world within a month. She will be my pride and joy but I know that you are the father. I love you but don't feel I can trust you. Hence the problem." "Sarah, I would do anything to be with you and my baby - make that our baby. You have to give me a chance. I'll do whatever it takes. You tell me what I need to do and I'll do it. I'll get rid of the car, I'll sell the house. Please tell me how I can prove myself to you. I'd kill that bastard Mark for you but that gang beat me to it." "Ray, I thought about everything that came between us. First was the car that you had to have, to be the big shot. Next you wanted the house. You said for me but I think you wanted to show off some more." "I'll get rid of both of them. If you think they are the problem they're gone." "What about your job, Ray? The job is what you let come between us. It's what led to your wimpness. Would you be willing to get rid of your new position for a life with me and the baby? Would you, Ray?" There was complete silence. I knew I struck a nerve. Would he be willing to give up everything he worked for? I was waiting for his answer. "Sarah, I love you but I know you well enough to wonder if you might just be trying to get even with me in some way. How do I know that you aren't making all this up? Maybe you're doing it to get even with me. After I quit my job, what's to stop you from walking away?" asked Ray. "So, I guess you don't trust me enough. Well, Ray, that's what it's going to take; your complete trust in me. I always did right by you till after what you did. Just so you know, Ray. If I wanted to get even with you, I would have tried to kill you. So, here's my phone number and you can call me when you make your decision. No exceptions, let's find out what's most important to you." I knew we cared for each other but we wouldn't be together. Even though I had love for him still, I knew I would always wonder about his priorities. Even if he quit his new job, I don't see it working between us. I would be no better than him telling him he has to quit his job to be with me. What a horrible way that would be to start out a marriage. My priority now was my baby and to make a good life for her and me. Ray did call me the next day and we talked some more. We both knew it wouldn't work out. He said he wanted to be in our baby's life. I told him I would like that too. I did move back to Cleveland near my office. I had Bess lease me a condo where I lived prior to moving in with Ray. I told her exactly what I was looking for. Angel was born two week later. Ray was there for the delivery. Angel - that's what I named my daughter - was the most precious and beautiful human being I had ever seen. Ray and I remained friends and he visited a few times a week to see his daughter. He wanted to be a big part of her life and I wanted her to know her dad. I was never that lucky, my dad had died before I got to know him. Epilogue: It's been two years since the birth of Angel. Ray and I have remained friends. We don't date but are close. I never set up any kind of child support from Ray but he opened up a savings account for Angel and always puts money into it. He's always buying her things too. I date a little but am not looking for anything serious. Ray has dated too but hasn't said much about it. I have to say I'm as happy as I can be. I have my little girl and she is my world, my life. I'll just take life a day at a time and enjoy it. I got a poem that was sent to me from Vera the other day. She said she read it and could only think about me and my daughter. It was by an anonymous writer and I want to share it with you. I was holding my little Angel as I read it. Before I was a Mom: by Anonymous I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations. Before I was a Mom I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night. Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put them down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom, more than anything. Before I was a Mom - I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy. Before I was a Mom - I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom. Yes, my life was full of turmoil. I guess what I wanted most in life was someone to be close to and love. I have that now. Angel is my flesh and blood and I do love her more then anything or anyone. I don't know what the future holds but right now everything is right with the world. Not every story ends with couples getting back together. Most people I have come across are not perfect by a long shot. I guess we all make our mistakes and our own decisions and then have to live with the consequences. I'm not saying the things I've done in my life are right or wrong, but I am learning to live with my decisions. I think I'm mellowing out more now. I seem to be a lot happier and smiling a lot more often. Angel has that affect on me. * Thank you for reading my story Comments are always welcome DG Hear. Note: The part of the story about "Before I was a mom" came from an e-mail I received. It said the poem was written by anonymous. I thought it fit into the story so I put it in. Thank you to whomever wrote it. Sarah's Story Ch. 06 I was quite pleased thinking I'd made some progress with Mum and Dad and getting them to understand that I wasn't at all phased by their, shall we say, different private lifestyle. They were still a bit reserved and would never raise the issue of our relationship still less initiate any sex. However Dad would give me a demure thank you when I offered him my panties at the end of the day. Mum would wear plunging tops because she knew I liked looking at her cleavage and would occasionally open her legs while sitting watching the TV so I could see up her skirt. What I wanted more than anything, though, was to be invited to one of their meetings. I imagined all sorts of things going on and it only served to get me hot and bothered. I knew one was coming up as I had cracked their code on the wall calendar in the kitchen. MTG JK & MRA didn't take much cracking it has to be said. My hints became less subtle as the date approached. In the end I had to ask bluntly. "Mum, do you think I'd be allowed to come to one of your meetings?" Mum as usual got all flustered, well she would especially as I was tweaking one her nipples when I asked. "I don't know, Sarah. They're rather sensitive about who comes along, you know." I slipped my hand inside her blouse and bra and squeeze her big fat tit in the palm of my hand. "Oooh, Sarah, don't. Your Dad will be home soon. What will he think?" Scolded Mum. "Pleeease, Mum. Will you at least ask? And I should think Dad will think the same as you did when you watched me stroke him off into my panties, Mum." I added for good measure unbuttoning her blouse. "Sarah, you used to be such a nice innocent little girl." She said but offered no resistance as I brought both her tits out into the open. I pushed my hand up her skirt and stroked her through her knickers. "Go on Mum, I'm sure they won't mind having some fresh blood come in and I'll be very discreet." My fingers slipped around the edge of Mum's knickers and gently fondled her lips. She was already wet. Mum's breathing was becoming a bit laboured as I teased her pussy lips. I let her enjoy my playing and bent my head down so I could suck on her large erect nipples. She moaned and slipped her hand around the back of my head, pulling me in close as my fingers pushed between her lips and slid around in her oils. "Pleeease, Mum." I persisted, looking up at her. "Oh, Sarah, that's so nice but Dad will be here any minute." Her voice a little moany. "I'll have a word with Dad but I can't promise anything. Now stop, I've got to get Dad's tea ready." She didn't sound very convincing about me stopping but I knew I'd won. I pushed two fingers inside her and let my thumb press against her clit. She leaned back against the worktop and let me take her to orgasm. The next evening Mum and Dad called me into the living room and sat me down. I felt like I was going to be interviewed. Dad started but looked ever so embarrassed, poor man. "Sarah, Mum told me you asked if you could be invited to our next, erm, meeting." I knew it was taking all his courage to talk about this. "I was very set against it. You are after all our little girl and the thought of being in a situation where anyone could, um, could, er ..." "Fuck me, Dad?" I interrupted. He turned bright red. "Um, yes. I suppose." He managed. "And also while it is bad enough that I, we, that is your Mum and me, um, have had, erm .." "Fucked me?" I added helpfully. "Um, yes. While we have had relations it is in the privacy of our own home and we know we can keep it secret." "Well how about we all pretend it hasn't happened and I'm just there because you know I enjoy sex, you know, being fucked, and you, being very open and modern parents, want to let me enjoy myself." I suggested. Mum and Dad looked at each other in that 'we're not going to win this no matter what' sort of way then turned back to me. Dad spoke first. "Okay, Sarah. I'll have a word with Jack and Moira and see what they say. We can't promise anything." "Oh, thank you Daddy." I trilled as I jumped in his lap and gave him a big hug and a kiss. "I'll be very good, I proimise." The day approached and we were all in the car together and driving to Jack and Moira's, a couple I'd never even heard Mum and Dad mention let alone meet. Dad had loaded a holdall in the boot and I had been given a thorough talking to telling me the etiquette involved with these meetings. The car pulled up a long drive to a large country house deep in the countryside. There were already several cars parked in front of the house and I could see an older couple walking up the steps to the front door. It wasn't until we parked and got out of the car that I started to feel a bit nervous. Mum put her arm around me and told me that they had to go and get changed. I must have looked mortified but she assured me that she'd leave me with Julie and Dan, the couple who had helped me start the relationship with my parents, who would look after me and show me around in the meantime. I wasn't overjoyed by the arrangement but I knew I was there on sufferance so politely agreed. We all walked up the steps to the front door and into a lobby area with plush carpet and dark wood panels. There was some serious money involved here. A couple in their 50s were standing by a marble topped table and approached as we entered. The man shook hands with Dad and kissed Mum on the lips and the woman kissed both Mum and Dad. They then turned to look at me expectantly. "This is our daughter, Sarah." Announced Dad. "Sarah, this is Jack and Moira." Jack was quite a tall man with tight curly hair that had greyed around the edges. He was slim and quite fit and wearing an immaculate suit. His wife Moira, around the same age, had quite bouffant hair and wearing a dress that hugged her slim waist and showed off her rounded bum and large breasts. Her makeup was subtle but her lips bright red with lipstick. Jack took my hand then pulled me in and kissed me on both cheeks while his other hand gently stroked my arm. Moira smiled benevolently and air kissed me on my cheeks too. Her hand hovered close to my waist as she lent in to me. "Very pleased to meet you, Sarah." Said Jack in a smooth welcoming voice. "I'm sure it's very intimidating for your first time but it will be fine. Just remember you don't have to do anything, if you just want to wander around and acclimatise, as it were, you are most welcome." "It was very kind of you to allow me to be invited." I replied. "I'm sure after all the trouble I've caused you will find me a very active visitor." I held his gaze and gave him my best smile. I had a strange suspicion we'd be an awful lot closer by the end of the evening. We passed through and archway and down a corridor that opened out into a large lounge. There must have been thirty people gathered, drinking and chatting, There was a bar at one end with a few people sitting on bar stools and I immediately recognised Dan and Julie. They waved us over to more genteel hugs and kisses. After a brief chat Mum and Dad said they needed to get changed and asked if I would be alright. "Of course, Mum." I said rather more bravely than I felt and they left. Dan offered me a glass of wine which I readily accepted and we went and sat down on one of the large leather settees. I had elected to wear quite a short dress and it rode up rather in the deep settee. I could feel Dan's eyes burning into the little bit of stocking top that had become visible and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt Julie's had settle on my thigh just by the hem of my dress. "Relax." She soothed. "Nobody's going to bite you." She leant forward a bit towards me. "Not unless you want them too, of course." She giggled. I smiled. She was right, of course. I had gone out of my way to be here and now I was acting like a little school girl. Her hand on my leg felt quite comforting as she gently squeezed my thigh. "How have you got on with your Mum and Dad since your, erm, introduction?" She asked. I paused. I didn't want to go spreading any family secrets but then again she was the one who kind of started it. It was kind of difficult being coy with someone who had encouraged you to suck your father's cock. "It's been ok. We have had some moments." I began. "But your Mum and Dad seem a little scared of starting anything?" She guessed. "Exactly. I have to initiate all the time and although I quite like telling them what to do it is nice sometimes to be just, um, taken." I blurted out. Julie's smooth hand and long fingers had insinuated themselves under the hem of my dress, almost without me noticing. I'd begun to feel a little more relaxed and her attention was getting me quite warm as well. "But you do like doing things with them, don't you?" She continued. "Oh yes, very much." "Your Dad has a very nice cock, doesn't he." Her hand was gently stroking my bare flesh above my stocking tops as she spoke. I didn't mind. I was feeling very warm and fuzzy. "Yes, it was lovely when he put it up me." "I'd love to have seen that. Just to watch his big stiff cock sliding in and out of your cunt." She murmured dreamily. Her hand had reached the top of my thigh. I could feel the nail of her little finger idly flick at the leg band of my panties. "I had to look too." I told her. "I had my head in Mum's lap but I had to look down just to see it." I was suddenly aware of a couple in the seats opposite ours looking at us. I felt a bit self-conscious. Julie noticed me looking. "It's alright, Sarah. We're all friends here." She reassured. "Some people like to observe. You know, watch other people enjoying themselves." Her hand was turning me on and I could feel myself getting damp. It was even hotter knowing that the couple in the other seat were watching. "Open your legs a little, Sarah, so that they can see. You're a very beautiful girl and I bet you have some lovely underwear on." I smiled and spread my legs. "You're too kind, Julie." "Have you tasted him yet?" It was an unexpected question and made me realise that after all the naughtiness that I'd put them through I hadn't yet let Dad finish in my mouth. "No, we haven't done that yet." I answered and immediately felt silly. "That would be lovely to watch, Sarah. To see you sucking and licking at your Dad's stiff prick and to watch it pulse and jerk as he pumps his hot load of cum onto your tongue. Do you think you'd like that, Sarah?" I realised that Julie hadn't actually touched me yet. Her hand was still at the edge of my knickers and I was so close to cumming. "Yes." I managed. "I'd love to suck on my Dad's cock and feel him spurt off in my mouth." "You know all this talk has wound up Dan no end." She said suddenly changing tack. "Look what you've done for him, Sarah." I looked round at Dan's face. His eyes were on fire but he managed to grin like a naughty school boy then looked down at this lap. I followed his gaze and found myself looking at a prodigious bulge in his trousers. "You've made him very hard, Sarah. Why don't you give it a little feel?" She whispered conspiratorially in my ear. Her hot, scented breath sent a warm flush through my body as I reached out and slipped my fingers along the bulging form of Dan's erect prick. I heard him groan as my fingers gently pressed against the head. I tipped my own head back as he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. His tongue swirled along my lips and then into my mouth and played with my own. I felt the hand up my skirt slip away and deliver a friendly pat lower down my leg. "Come along, then. Let us show you the lay of the land." Smiled Julie wickedly. She knew what she was doing. She had me nicely warmed up and ready to go. I looked around the room and apart from the couple who had been watching us there were only a few others left in the room. I'd lost all track of time. Julie explained that I really couldn't get lost. All the areas lay off a single corridor that went around the enclosed terrace that we could see from the lounge. Whichever room you chose you would always come out on the same corridor. The same was true if you climbed the wide staircase to the next floor. Back on the ground floor was a swimming pool, sauna and out on the terrace a large jacuzzi. It really was some place. "We could show you every room, Sarah, but it really is much more fun to explore for yourself. You never know what might happen too." Julie told me. "We'll show you this room, just to get you started." Julie pushed open the big oak door. The room seemed dark until my eyes became accustomed and realised that it was very dimly lit from a myriad of small lamps embedded in the walls and ceiling. Over the floor were closely fitting mats, like in a gymnasts arena and as my eyes grew used to the dimness I could make out figures moving around on it. "Many of the first timers find this room comforting to start with." Julie advised, her hand soothing down my spine. "Shall we watch for a while?" I nodded and she indicated we should remove our shoes before venturing further. We moved close to three naked figures on the mat engaged with each other. There were two men, one about 50 and the other early 30s at a guess. The woman was also about the same age as the latter. The younger man smiled as we settled on the mat close by. I leaned against Julie and she put her arm around me. "The older man is David, a prominent businessman in the City. The other man is his son, Sandie, and the woman, Sandie's wife, Anna." She explained. "If there's anyone new joining they usually come to this room just to help put the new person or people at ease. They're quite happy to be watched or even joined, if you like." The trio smiled at me as they continued to gently fondle one another's naked bodies. Anna was slowly stroking her husband's erect cock while her father stroked his hands over her bottom. I watched transfixed as she leant forward and took Sandie's hard prick into her mouth and started sucking on it. You could see the pleasure in her eyes as David pulled apart her bum cheeks and buried his face in between them. "I'm quite happy just watching for now, thanks Julie." I told her. "He has a lovely big prick, doesn't he Sarah." I was fascinated watching it disappear into Anna's mouth. She was taking him very deeply. Anna's eyes were fixed on me the whole time which was a bit disconcerting. "I love the way Anna's sucking it. It's so sexy." I managed. "Anna seems to be looking at me though." Julie smiled and gave Anna a little look. I felt her hand lightly play with the catch in my dress. "I think Anna would like to see your breasts, Sarah. Would you like to show her your big tits?" Julie asked slowly unzipping my dress, anticipating my answer. I didn't answer but I didn't stop her unzipping me completely and drawing my dress forward over my shoulders. I helped by straightening my arms and letting the dress fall into my lap. My naked breasts were completely exposed, my nipples stiff and aching. I felt Julie's hands glide over my tits, letting my stiff nipples catch between her fingers and my little gasp told her everything. "I like touching your breasts Sarah." She said. "I like you touching them." I replied pulling her face towards mine. We kissed deeply, entwining our tongues. I felt her passion as she molded my breasts and tugged at my turgid nipples. I let her drop her head and let her tongue wander over my heaving flesh. Her tongue found each nipple and she sucked them into her hot mouth licking and nibbling. I was on fire. I fell back slightly and realised I was leaning against Dan. He was completely naked and as I looked down I could see he was stroking his big fat penis. As Julie worked on my breasts I just kept looking at Dan's beautiful thick cock, glistening at the head as little drops of his juices seeped out. I looked down at Julie and knew she had been watching my gaze. She smiled knowingly. "He's got a wonderful prick." She said. "It's lovely watching him wank, isn't it?" I paused. This was her husband. It didn't seem right. Julie seemed to know what I was thinking. "It's alright, Sarah. Do you want to touch Dan's prick?" "Yes." I breathed almost in relief. "Yes, I very much want to touch his lovely fat cock." Julie laughed. "Let's do it together. He'll love that." She moved around so that we were either side of his legs. She let her hand drift over my breasts then come to rest on Dan's thigh. I watched delighted as she guided my hand down between his legs. I reached down and cupped his churning ball sack, lightly playing and weighing them in my fingers. Julie leaned forward and I watched as she let her tongue play over the head of his penis smearing the thick, clear liquid that had leaked from his tiny slit. She slipped a finger and thumb just under the head and let her digits slip around in the lubricant. Slowly she introduced more fingers and Dan eased his hand away letting Julie take over with the delightfully slow stroking, pulling the skin up and down the rigid shaft. She reached up and tangled her fingers from her free hand in my hair gently pulling my head downwards. At the same time she pointed Dan's throbbing member up towards me. "Use your mouth on him." She murmured. "It will turn me on so much to watch you lick and suck on his lovely hard cock." I looked at her. I think my excitement was obvious. I opened my mouth and let Julie guide his thick knob, still wet from her licking, between my lips. I sucked in about an inch and laved it with my tongue as Julie continued to stroke her hand up and down the shaft. I'd sucked more than a few cocks but never had I had another girl wank one into my mouth before. It was exciting as it was dirty and depraved and I was loving every moment. Occasionally her hand would reach my lips and I rewarded her by letting my tongue lick at her sticky fingers. She responded by slipping her hand a little further down the shaft and applying a little pressure to the back of my head encouraging me to take Dan deeper in my mouth. All the while I could hear Dan moaning out his pleasure above me. "Oh Sarah, that's so beautiful. Just watching Dan's cock slide in and out of your mouth; it's making me so wet." She purred. I slowly drew my mouth up his shaft, letting my lips roll all the way up until it popped out completely. I looked her in the eye and smiled wickedly. "Your turn." She grinned back and requiring no further encouragement took him into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down. I dipped down further and flicked at his hairy ball sack with the tip of my tongue. After a moment I started licking back up from the base of his shaft until at last my tongue ran against her lips. She slowly retreated back up the shaft followed by my lapping tongue until her mouth covered just a little bit of the head. I joined her there and we let our tongues duel around the bulbous mushroom. We pulled away completely to indulge in a little French kissing, just the two us, while she pumped his dripping cock. I then went back down on him taking him as deep as I dared before letting Julie have her turn again. A little cry from beside us made me look up for a second. Anna had her head tossed back with a look of sublime pleasure on her face. I followed her body back until I saw her father's hands gripping her hips as he ploughed his stiff prick into her from behind. He powered his cock into her slowly and deliberately and as I looked up I could see he was looking at us play with Dan's prick. I can understand how exciting it must have been watching us two girls share Dan. It was just as exciting watching him fuck his daughter while she sucked on her husband's prick. Sarah's Story Ch. 06 Julie and I both paused while we watched Anna drop her head back down and take Sandie back in her mouth. Then we turned our attentions back to the prick in hand, as it were. Our sucking and licking became more audible and animated as we all became more and more excited. I became painfully aware of my own needs and slipped a hand into my knickers to stroke myself. I just couldn't help it and I was soaking wet. As I stroked myself and sucked noisily on Dan's hot, stiff prick I heard Julie's little gasps of pleasure. "Are you touching yourself?" She asked. I slipped off Dan's prick to answer. "God, am I?" I enthused. "Me too." She whispered. She raised her hand for me to see. Her fingers were glistening with her own girl juice. She winked at me and smeared the tangy oil over the head of Dan's cock. "Lick it." She whispered. "Do you dare? Suck my girl cum off Dan's prick for me." I just remember groaning as little shocks of excitement fired through my tummy and in between my legs. I descended on Dan's prick with vigour lapping up her juices. Her fingers were still close by and I attacked those too, sucking them into my mouth, savouring the flavour and the dirty naughtiness of it. "Mmm, you taste delicious, Julie." I smiled. Still holding her gaze I raised my own hand from inside my panties and lavished them over Dan's cock head. My look was an open challenge which she gladly accepted. I watched as she returned the favour licking and sucking my own juices from Dan's cock and finishing with sucking my fingers clean. We then looked deeply into each other's eyes, wild with lust, and kissed. Her hand never broke a stroke on Dan's prick as she pumped up and down between us. I was aware of a rhythmic slapping from beside us as David pounded Anna from behind. From her cries it was clear she was close to orgasm. "I think Dan wants to cum too. I can tell." Whispered Julie as she wanked him into my mouth. I moaned a little around his cock. "Do you want to taste him, Sarah?" I lifted my head up. "Yes, Julie." I answered. "Stroke him off, make him spunk off in my mouth." "Good girl." She answered as I slipped my mouth around back around his shaft. We worked together, her pumping his sticky shaft and my tongue lapping around him. The sounds of fucking beside us were getting more excited and I heard Anna scream out. "Daddy, yes. Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me, I'm going to cum." I felt Dan tense as Anna became very vocal and readied myself. It all happened so quickly. Julie squeezed tightly then released her grip. Dan thrust up with his hips forcing another inch of cock into my waiting mouth then my mouth was flooded. I felt a spurt of hot cum shoot out onto my tongue. I pursed my lips to try and swallow but a second spurt stopped me and my mouth filled up. I felt some cum escape from my lips and travel down Dan's shaft and in amongst Julie's fingers. I recovered and managed to swallow a mouthful down before more spurts emptied onto my tongue. Finally Dan's thrusts eased and his cock started to diminish. I felt Julie's fingers come up and meet my lips as she squeezed the last drops from the end of his prick. She eased him out of my mouth and cleaned him with her tongue. I helped by licking the spillage around her fingers and down his shaft. With her still holding his wilting prick we looked at each other and slowly closed in to share a deep and passionate, cum-laced kiss. I leaned back, quite exhausted from the excitement. I looked over at the trio beside us. Anna was gently stroking David's limp and sticky penis while Sandie, who still sported a fine erection, was content to stroke his wife's hair as she recovered. I looked up at Dan and smiled then over at Julie. "Thanks, Julie." I smiled. "I loved having you wank your husband off into my mouth. It was so hot and exciting. He tastes nice too." "Oh my dear." She looked mildly alarmed. "Dan's not my husband. He's my brother." I tried not to look shocked. After all I was fucking my parents. "I'm sorry that we misled you, Sarah." Julie apologised stroking my arm tenderly. "It was never our intention when we first met but it was hardly the time then." "That's why we're here. Why we're all here in the main. You see this isn't just a swingers club. It's an incest club - hence the secrecy. Everyone here is either involved in incest or has an avid and deep interest." I looked blankly at them. I was truly shocked now. Why couldn't Mum and Dad have said something? It would certainly have explained Mum's reticence of me coming here. "Oh my god." I groaned rolling back on the mats. Sarah's Story Ch. 07 "Sarah, are you all right?" Asked Julie, sounding worried. "I'm fine, Julie. Really. It was just a bit of a shock, that's all. I'm cool with it and it's ever so sexy. How long have you two .." I didn't quite know how to ask. Julie smiled. "All our lives it feels like. Our Mum and Dad had kittens when they eventually found out but they came to terms with it when they worked out we weren't going to just stop." "So all these people here are into incest?" I asked. "Yes. They are either doing it for real or like pretending or just watching. You'll see when you start exploring. Talking of which it's time for you to go solo, young lady. I'll stay here with Dan while he recovers a bit." "Ooh Julie. I'm a bit scared." I wailed theatrically. "Don't be silly." She laughed. "You'll be fine. They're all good people here and they know you're new. They'll be gentle with you." Julie helped me back into my dress and patted me on the bum to send me on my way. I envisaged everyone walking around naked but everything here was done in a very proper fashion. I said goodbye to Dan and the others and slipped out of the door. I flipped a mental coin and turned to my left down the panelled corridor. As I rounded a corner I bumped into a couple coming the other way. They smiled politely introduced themselves and went on their way. I wondered if they were related or just pretenders or watchers. The next door I came to I decided I'd see what was inside. Taking a deep breath I plucked up some courage and went inside. The room was small and again dimly lit but this time with red lights. There was a clothes rack at one end, hung with all manner of men's and women's clothes. At the other end was a table at which sat a rather mature gentleman dressed in a dinner jacket. "Good evening." He welcomed. "You must be Sarah. I'm George." He stood up and offered me his hand. I reached out and shook it. "Does everyone here know my name?" I asked pointlessly. He laughed. "We're all informed of newcomers and a little bit about you. It helps to smooth your entry to the club; make you more welcome." "So what room is this?" I asked. "Ah." He said. "This is the dark room. It is completely void of light. Your eyes will not become accustomed to it; you will have to feel your way around. Before you enter take off all the clothes you do not want to lose because if you take them off in there it is highly likely you will not find them again." "Interesting." I mused. "Feel free to try it, Sarah. It is a most unusual sensation to have to feel your way around. There are several other people already in there and I am sure they will make you most welcome, once you find each other." He smiled. "What about you?" I asked. "Are you employed to help or are you a club member?" "Everyone here is a member. All Jack and Moira's staff are given the night off. We just take it in turns to help out where required, the bar, food or guiding new members. It just so happens my partner is unwell tonight so I volunteered to be a helper." "Oh you poor thing." He laughed again. "Don't worry about me. I shall, no doubt indulge myself or be indulged later in the evening. Now hurry up and make yourself ready if you're going in or you'll miss all the fun." I noticed he was watching me as I went towards the clothes rack. I turned back to him and made a show of taking off my dress, sliding my hands over my breasts before I hung it up and kicked off my shoes. "Oh, and there is a cord that runs around the room. When you wish to leave make your way to the side of the room and follow the cord. Where it runs out is the doorway." He added. He grinned broadly then pointed towards the black curtain. I pushed it aside and let it close behind me and I was immediately in darkness. I reached out in front of me and touched some more curtain material and guessed that it was a double entrance to exclude the light. I reached to my left and immediately felt the cord he told me about. There was another to my right. As I stood still trying to get accustomed to being in the dark I could hear breathing and a little moaning ahead of me. I took a small step forward and nearly toppled as my toe hit the edge of the thick mats, similar to the last room I was in. I felt it best to proceed on all fours. The next thing I felt was flesh, someone's arm or leg possibly and I apologised. "Don't start apologising for bumping into someone in here or that's all you'll be doing." Came the giggling response of a younger woman. I carried on forward for a few feet and there were hands touching me from all directions. One slid across my back and down over my bum gently squeezing when it got there. Another slipped through my long hair while another brushed my cheek. It was quite surreal but erotic nonetheless. I reached out and found myself a masculine thigh that I thought could be quite interesting. Slowly moving my hand up I soon had a nice big fat erect penis in my hand and gently started to fondle it. I could catch quiet moaning from above me. I settled back to see where this progressed letting my tongue wander around his inner thigh. It was then I felt another set of hands find my midriff, probably female, and they quietly explored my body before slipping up and circling around my breasts. "Mmm they feel nice, my dear." Came the voice from nearby and at the same time I felt the penis in my hand twitch. "Thank you." I returned. "What you're doing with your hands feels nice too. Please excuse me not returning the compliment immediately but I have a rather fine prick in my left hand that I'd rather not leave for a moment." "That's quite understandable, my dear." Soothed the voice, her hands taking their time in examining every inch of my large breasts. "I am Marie, by the way." "I'm Sarah." I answered. "Oh, the new girl. I've heard much about you. You're here with your parents aren't you?" I felt her tongue start to lick around my nipples. "Oooh, that's nice Marie. Yes, it's my first time but I they left me in the bar with some friends and I'm not sure where they are. Are you here with anyone?" I asked her. "Your parents have a particular niche they enjoy. I'm sure you'll find them eventually. And me, I'm here with my son although I too seem to have temporarily lost him." "Are you, um, in a relationship with your son." I asked and immediately thought I may have gone too far. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so personal." "That's perfectly alright. We can all say what we think here. Some people like to pry as it helps satisfies their sexual needs. For example it can be such a turn on hearing how a father is fucking his daughter or how a sister and brother enjoy oral sex. "To answer your question, no, I'm afraid not although you may guess that I'd like nothing better. I brought him here because I thought it might push things along a little, that he might show his affection for me in a similar way." I felt her hands start to wander downwards. She stroked my thighs, letting her hands slide gently up the inside but stopping short before she reached the top and all the while continuing to lap and suck on my nipples. "How about you, Mr lovely cock." I asked up into the darkness above me. There was just his heavy breathing through the silence. "Some people like to remain anonymous in this room, Sarah. If he moves away then he is no longer interested. If he stays, accept that he wants to be here and is enjoying what's going on." Marie explained. "Would you touch my cunt please, Marie." I said bluntly. "I'm sorry, I can be such a tease." She laughed. Her hand travelled up my thigh then I felt her fingers form a vee and settle either side of my pussy lips. She scissored her fingers and we could both hear the squelchy sound of my juices. "Oooh, wet girl." She hummed. "Mmm yes." I groaned. "I can get very wet especially if someone's playing me like you are." Her fingers slipped between my open lips and slid up and down my juicy slit. I felt the waves of pleasure wash over me. "God, your cunt is so hot and slippery. My fingers are soaked already." She mused. It was lovely hearing her talk. I think though it was also for the benefit of our male companion. Where sight was missing we all had to compensate, something I had so far failed to grasp. "Feeling your fingers open my cunt lips and slide about inside. Oh god, you keep just missing my clit each time. You are such a tease, Marie." "That's right Sarah. I like hearing you talk too. There's no hurry to play with that nice big stiff clit of yours, now is there? Not when my fingers can slip around your hot little hole here. And I love sucking on your nipples while I play with your cunt. You like that too, don't you. They are very sensitive, aren't they?" "God, yess Marie." I moaned out. "I love the feeling of your tongue and lips on my hard, sensitive nipples while you finger my dripping cunt. Ooooh, Marie yesss. Push your finger into my cunt hole, yes, yes, two fingers, god I love you stretching me." "What a hot little slut you are, Sarah." I could tell Marie was getting wound up too. "Letting a complete stranger suck on your luscious big tits and finger fuck you." "Yes, I'm a complete slut, Marie but you're a filthy bitch. Fancy picking up a young girl and abusing her for your own pleasure, so you can suck on her tits and finger fuck her. Does it get you off, Marie? Is your cunt dripping wet and ready to be fucked?" "Mmm, Sarah, yes. In fact if this young man wanted to speak he would tell you how wet I am. He has two fingers pushed into my cunt as we speak and he's fucking them in and out just like I'm doing to you." "Fuck, that's so hot, Marie. Don't stop. Keep fucking me with your long fingers, stick them hard up my hot cunt hole, you bitch. Make me cum all over your fingers." I felt the big stiff cock in my hand pull away. I felt disappointed but I guess he could tell the two of us were getting along just fine without him. Then suddenly Marie fell across me with a grunt followed by a deep moan. "What's wrong, Marie." I asked, slightly panicked. There was a long pause before she spoke. She pushed herself back off me and I could feel she was swaying rhythmically, accompanied by a slapping sound. She didn't need to tell me she was being fucked. "God, sorry Sarah." She managed to gasp. "Our young man has decided to push his, ooh god, yes, nice big cock up my cunt. Oh god it's been such a long time." To give Marie her due despite receiving an apparently long overdue fucking she never lost her enthusiasm for fingering my needy pussy. Her fingers worked deep inside me and with the rhythmic sound of her fucker slapping against her I was utterly transported. Her head slowly bowed until it rested on my lower stomach. I could feel her hot breath against my cunt. I pushed my hand down and buried it in her hair as I felt my orgasm fast approaching. "Oh, Sarah, this is so good." She panted. "I want to taste you, Sarah, I want to taste your hot juicy cunt while this prick pounds into my hole." I pushed her head down in silent acceptance then felt her tongue connect. "Oooh fuck, Marie. Lick me. Lick me, Mummy." I still had some sense about me and knew she'd love that. I heard her muffled cry then I felt her finger slip down below my pussy hole. "Oh, Sarah, darling. Let Mummy make you cum. Mummy's going to push her finger up your tight little bum and make you cum all over her face." Her body movements told me that whoever was fucking her was getting close too. I felt her finger press up against my asshole and, lubricated by my copious juices, it slipped in deeply. As her tongue latched onto my clit I felt my world explode. I bucked up against her, driving the finger deep inside my bumhole and her face against my spasming cunt and I came and came. I heard her guttural tones and her body stiffening and knew that she was cumming too. Then a voice split our senses. "Mum, oooh god, Mum. I'm going to cum inside you." Marie cried out, practically sobbing. "Jamie, oh Jamie, oh Jamie yessss." I was too wiped out to connect everything that was happening at that moment. I was enjoying the sensations as I slipped back from my peak in a gooey afterglow. The three of us were in a sweaty heap, breathing hard and gently stroking each other's glowing bodies. It was minutes before anyone could speak. "Jamie, is that really you?" Asked Marie. "Yes, Mum, it's me." Came the male voice who had shared our session. "I'm sorry. I was just so scared of making the first move." "Oh my baby." I heard Marie gasp. Then I heard the sound of little caring kisses. "How did you know where I was?" "I followed you in here and just waited until I could hear your voice. I was amazed that you picked Sarah out while she was stroking me. It was like fate or something." "I remember your lovely hard cock twitched when Marie spoke." I said. "I obviously didn't think anything of it then but it must have been a bit of a shock when your Mum started playing with me." "It was a surprise and I still didn't want things to stop which is why I kept quiet. When you two started talking dirty I couldn't help myself. I had to fuck you, Mum." "I'm so pleased you did, Jamie. I want you again, soon, but this time I want to be able to see you, touch you and play with that lovely big cock of yours." Added Marie. "I'll leave you two to become better acquainted, then." I said easing myself out of the little pile of bodies. "But thank you Marie. That was a lovely cum and Jamie, nice to have met you, sort of." I felt around until I found Marie's face and lent forward to kiss her. She patted my hand and they both said goodbye. Hearing them talk made me think of my own parents and how much I wanted a nice big prick of my own inside me. I made my way to the side of the room and found the cord. Working my way with it as my guide I soon found the curtains and made my way out into the red light. Dim though it was I had to squint for some time before I became accustomed to the light again. "Did you enjoy that?" Asked George. "Different." I managed. "Did you forget something?" He asked as I reached for my dress. I looked at him quizzically and followed his gaze down my body. I'd left my knickers in the room. I shrugged my shoulders. "Oh well, probably just a hindrance anyway." I smiled as I zipped up my dress and let myself out of the room. Sarah's Story Ch. 08 It took me a moment or two to get used to the proper lighting again but soon oriented myself. I walked along the corridor some more and met Jack and Moira, our hosts, coming the other way. "Ah, our new girl." Smiled Moira slipping her arm around my waist. "How are you acclimatising to our little soirée?" "I'm enjoying it, thank you Moira. I've visited a couple of rooms." "You have a delightful glow about you, Sarah." Jack was flirting. "Perhaps you would like to indulge us by coming to our favourite room." I was certainly getting into this party mood. I also was very conscious that I had the need of a man's touch and rather hoped Jack and Moira might be able to help out. "I'd love to, thank you, Jack." "I'm so pleased." Replied Jack. "Moira will lead the way." Moira guided me back the way they had just come until we reached a spiral staircase. She let her arm slip from around me and led the way up the stairs. Being directly behind her I had little choice as we ascended to look directly up her skirt. Her nicely rounded bum seemed remarkably firm for a woman of her age, guessing she was in her 50's.I also noticed a strap that seemed too large for a thong running down her bottom. It then occurred to me that Jack was directly behind me and couldn't fail to notice that I wasn't wearing any knickers. I could feel myself start to blush. When we stepped out onto a small landing Moira noticed immediately. "Oh my dear, I hope those stairs haven't worn you out." She asked confusing my embarrassed glow for exertion. Jack kept a diplomatic silence but Moira obviously knew her husband's looks. "Ah, Sarah come with me a minute." She instructed and led me to a nearby door. She led me into what was apparently a bedroom suite and showed me into a dressing room off to one side. "I know my husband very well." She smiled. "Am I right in thinking that you showed he rather more than he bargained for coming up the stairs?" Her manner was so polite and friendly I just had to laugh. "Yes, I'm sorry." I giggled. "I went into the dark room and quite forgot." By the time I had finished my embarrassed explanation she had opened a drawer filled with neatly folded underwear. "I'm sure there is something here that will suit. Here, try these on." She held up a pair of full knickers, pink with small motifs, something that a young teenager might wear. They were something I wouldn't wear in a million years now but I didn't want to offend. I took them from her with a demur smile and she watched while I slipped them on. They seemed a bit tight. She came over and turned me around. She lifted the hem of my short dress and smoothed the material over my bum with her elegant hand. "Very nice. They are just right." I had no idea what she meant and I certainly wasn't going to ask and besides she didn't give me the opportunity. She whisked me out of the dressing room and out into the landing again. Jack was nowhere to be seen. "Jack will be waiting for us." She replied to my unasked question. She led me to another door and another bedroom suite. We crossed the room to another door which she opened and ushered me in. Shock is not the word. I was utterly dumbfounded. Jack was there, all right but he had changed and was wearing shiny leather pants, a leather shirt and had a thick collar on with studs in it. He stood up when we entered. There was a large double bed, the largest I have ever seen. On it were two very attractive girls of about my age, their arms around each other. They had been kissing when we walked in but stopped and turned to greet us with broad smiles. They were also wearing similar collars to Jack and had on leather bikinis. A young man was sitting in a chair on his own towards the foot of the bed. Again he was dressed in leather apparel with thick, studded collar. Another couple, about the same age as Jack and Moira had been sitting next to Jack before he stood up. Lastly, sat on a throne at the back of the room was a woman in a red leather mask wearing what appeared to be a red cat suit. She held a whip in one hand and a chair in the other. The chain was attached to a collar of a man kneeing at her feet who also wore a mask and a small leather thong. There was no mistaking who there were. It was my Mum and Dad. "This may look a little intimidating, Sarah, but none of us bite, I can assure you." Smiled Jack, whispering in my ear. Moira slipped her arm around my waist again. It was rather reassuring as I'm sure it was intended to be. "We're not supposed to speak without the Mistress's permission but Jack will tell you who's here." Whispered Moira in the other ear. "Quick introductions, though I'm sure you won't remember all the names at once." Jack continued in his confident manner that made me feel more at ease. "On the bed are Amelia and Emily, our daughters. As I am sure you can tell they are very close." Jack paused while they said hello. "And the young man here is our son, Mark." Mark came up and shook my hand then gave me the gentlest of kisses on my cheek. "And this behind me is my brother David and his wife Samantha." Both were now standing and came over to greet me. David brazenly grabbed me around the waist, his hand slipping down over my bottom, ignoring the fact that Moira already was holding me. "What a fine young lady you've brought us this time, Jack. Lovely firm ass. Look Samantha." I was rather taken aback by his forwardness and it must have showed. "Please forgive my brother David, or rather Bishop David. He's much too used to bullying choir boys, I imagine." Apologised Jack. "Oh Jack. That's all in the past. I was simply complimenting young Sarah here on her rather obvious charms." "What's going on there?" I could tell my Mother's stern tones cutting through the air. "Have I given anyone permission to talk or move?" She finished by cracking the whip she was holding. I winced. "You girl. Come forward." Commanded Mum. "Do as she says." Whispered Moira. "And remember to call her Mistress when you talk to her." "But that's my Mu .." I was interrupted by another crack of the whip. I decided it was best to play along for now. "Turn around girl and let me see your bottom." I didn't say anything. I didn't think I could call Mum, Mistress and keep a straight face. I turned my back on her as I was asked. "Bend over." She commanded. As I had my back to her I thought I'd give it a little try, "Yes, Mistress." And duly bent to touch my toes. "I agree with you Bishop David, the girl has the most exquisite bum, lovely and big and firm. She has on some rather nice knickers too." Offered Mum. I think David was rather taken aback that he wasn't being chastised any longer. He seemed a bit lost for words. I could see how this game could develop so I joined in. "Thank you Mistress. They are a bit tight, though, and they might be a bit too revealing, Mistress" I teased. "I would be too embarrassed if David saw them, Mistress, after all he is a Bishop." "Silence, girl." Snapped Mum. "Speak when you are asked a question and only then." "Yes, Mistress." I answered. "You think your knickers are too revealing? You mean they are stretched across your bum cheeks so they show the shape?" She asked. "Yes, Mistress." I answered. "They are quite tight against, you know, down there." "You mean they are stretched tight against your cunt, Sarah?" Mum slipped up a bit there, using my name but I could see a bulge appearing in Bishop David's trousers. "Yes, that's right, Mistress. I'm very afraid that Bishop David would be able to see the shape of my cunt if I bent over that table there and showed him my knickers." "Bend over that table so that Moira and Samantha can have a look. They will decide whether it is alright for Bishop David to have a look." Moira and Samantha smiled at each other and I sensed some sort of tacit agreement. They replied in unison, "Yes Mistress." They led me to the table as they were instructed and bent me over it. I was positioned so that Mum could see as well but Jack, David and the others were in front of me. It was a bit of a double whammy. The table was quite small and the way Moira had me bend over it meant my large breasts hung over the other side affording David and Jack and the rest of the room a view down my cleavage. "Pull her skirt up so we can see properly." Commanded Mum. I felt Moira pull my skirt up. She didn't have to lift it very far as it was already displaying a good proportion of my bum. "Oh my goodness, Moira. They are very tight across her bum but they are rather lovely." Commented Samantha a little out of turn. "Open her legs a little, Moira." Mum told her. "Let's see if we can see the shape of her cunt." Moira pulled at my thighs spreading my legs enough so that both women and Mum could clearly see my crotch. "Oh dear, it is rather obvious." Stated Samantha. "Look how pronounced the shape is just here, Mistress" I sucked in a quick gasp of air as Samantha's finger lightly traced around the cleft in the material. Then I felt Moira's hand smooth over my bum and join Samantha's between my legs. "The material's a little damp too. That will only make matters worse." While both women did wonderful things between my legs I watched the two girls on the bed. They were idly caressing each other's small breasts while they watched me being fondled. Occasionally they turned to each other and shared a passionate kiss. It was not helping at all with me trying to control myself. "Perhaps we could give David a little peak. Would that be all right Mistress?" Asked Moira. "Permission granted, Moira. Make sure Bishop David has a good look at the girl's bum." David couldn't wait to come around behind me. I heard him audibly gasp as he feasted his eyes on my big bum with my teenage girls knickers stretched across it. I tore my eyes away from the girls on the bed and craned round to look behind me. "Can you see the shape of her cunt, Bishop David?" Mum asked. "Yes." He breathed eventually. "It is quite lovely, Mistress." "Samantha, stop touching the girl's pussy and pull her knickers up tighter." "Like this, Mistress?" Teased Samantha grasping the back of the waistband and pulling them firmly upwards. I felt the crotch take the strain up against my sensitive pussy. "They're almost inside her cunt now, Mistress." Said Moira. "Almost!" I squealed. "Do you like looking at the girl's cunt Bishop David?" My Mum asked. "Almost certainly." Giggled Samantha. "You should see the tent in the front of his trousers, Mistress." "Silence, Samantha." Snapped Mum, then she addressed Bishop David. "Have you got a big hard one looking at her knickers, Bishop David?" She asked. David looked embarrassed. "Yes, Mistress. I have a big stiffy from looking at the girl's cunt." "Pull those knickers down, Moira. I think David will probably explode in his pants when he sees it." Mum's voice had a little quiver in it. I don't know if anyone else noticed/ The thought of a Bishop sperming in his pants, however unlikely, looking between my legs had me creaming myself. Then I felt my knickers being rolled down and the gusset slowly peeling away from my sticky slit. I moaned with delight. "Look Mistress, you can see her swollen lips. See how wet she is." Admired Samantha. "Pull her bum apart so we can see her wet cunt." Commanded Mum, her voice straining a little. Samantha let her fingers dance over my buttocks and spread me apart. I looked over at the girls on the bed again. They had shed most of their clothes and were just in their panties. Both had a hand down the front of each other's stroking each other while they kissed deeply. Jack was torn between watching Moira and Samantha molest me while David looked on and lasciviously gazing at his daughters' lesbian antics. Also watching them was their brother, Mark. Mum must have seen where I was looking . She momentarily switched her attention to Jack's son. "Mark." She called. "Yes, Mistress?" He sounded genuinely frightened. "Are you enjoying watching your two sisters touch each other's cunts?" "I wasn't looking, Mistress, honest." "Liar!" Snapped Mum. "Pull down your pants and show me your cock." Mark stood up and slowly pull down his leather pants. As he did so his young cock sprung out and slapped against his belly. "As a punishment for lying you must stroke your cock while you watch you sisters but do not cum until I tell you you can." "Yes, Mistress." He replied glumly while wrapping his hand around his erect penis and started to stroke it up and down. Mum reverted her attention back to me and my abusers. It brought my own situation back into focus when she said. "David, touch the girl's cunt with your fingers." Moira and Samantha together were spreading me apart for the Bishops ministrations. It didn't take David long to take up the command and start rubbing a couple of fingers up and down my sopping slit. I started to moan deeply and every now and again cry out as his fingers bumped against my sensitive clitty. I felt Moira loosen the zip on my dress and I wasn't sure why until I felt her hand ease down the front of my neckline and start to massage my breasts. Easing the dress forward with the back of her hand she pushed it down and let my big wobbly boobs fall out into the open. David's fingers were working around the entrance to my hole, slipping about in my copious juices. "Let's see Bishop David's stiff prick. Samantha get his cock out and start rubbing it." Mum commanded. I heard Samantha unzip David's trousers. "Ooh, my what a big hard cock you have, husband." I heard her quietly whisper. I could hear David moaning as Samantha stroked his prick. "I can see you like touching a nice young girl's hot little cunt, then David. It must make a change from all those hot choir boys." Laughed Moira. Then she added. "It is rather a monster, Samantha, I think poor Sarah here will need a little loosening up before he puts that thing up her." "Silence!" Shouted Mum, cracking her whip again. "I take it from that comment, Moira that you're wearing that strap on dildo again?" I looked around at Moira just as she was pulling up her dress. At the same time I felt David's fingers plunge deep in my hole making me gasp as Moira pulled down her knickers to reveal her large strap on. "Yes, Mistress." She quailed. Mum got up from her throne and came over to me. Dad shuffled along behind on his knees. She placed the end of her whip under my chin and raised my head up so that I was looking at her. As she did so she leant forward, her lips close to my ear while she reached forward and fondled my breasts. "How would you like a little fuck from Moira to start with, Sarah?" She concluded by nibbling at my ear lobe through her mask. "It would be a shame to waste that big hard cock Moira has, Mistress." I groaned back. Mum signalled to Moira and she moved behind me and I felt David's fingers pull out of my pussy. Moira started to grind against me, her large phallus rubbing up and down the length of my wet slit. "Oh, fuck me, Moira. Push your big hard cock into my cunt." I moaned. "You'd like that wouldn't you, Sarah? To have Moira's hard cock up your cunt while you watch her two daughters lick at each other's hot little slits?" She teased. All I could do was groan with sensual pleasure. I was indeed watching Amelia and Emily writhing in an erotic 69 oblivious to their audience. Their position was such that I had a clear view of Emily's long tongue slipping between the folds of Amelia's shaven lips, dipping into her open hole and curving around the pucker of her anus. I gripped at the edge of the desk as Moira pushed her plastic cock slowly up inside me. Her fingers clasped my hips as she pulled herself into me until I could feel her warm thighs press against mine. I cried out with pleasure at every stroke Moira thrust into me. Mum continued to play with my wobbling tits as my body shook from the hard pounding I was getting. "Slave." Mum commanded again. "Crawl here and suck on these big fat tits until I tell you to stop." I could hardly believe it. Mum was making Dad suck on my nipples in front of all these people. I was incredibly turned on by the thought of it and when his lips closed around my stiff rubbery teats I nearly came. Mum had her hand behind masked Dad's head and was forcing his mouth hard against my nipples. "You're a nasty little whore, aren't you girl?" Mum snarled pulling my head back by my hair. "Yes, Mistress." I wailed. I'd never seen my Mum so dominant. "You're such a whore you'd take Bishop David's big hard prick in your mouth and make him wet and slipperly wouldn't you." "Yes, Mistress. I want to suck Bishop David's big hard prick." I gasped. Mum pulled Samantha around in front of me along with Bishop David. She was still stroking his cock and I could see the head glistening with pre-cum. "Take your husband's cock and pump it into the girl's mouth. Make sure he doesn't cum." Mum told her. "Yes, Mistress." Samantha replied. She guided him astride Dad who was still devouring my tits and offered his prick to my lips. "Open your mouth, whore." Mum breathed in my ear. I did as I was told and Samantha eased Bishop David forward easing his stiff rod between my lips. She kept stroking him as she pushed him deeper inside and I could feel salty drops of cum drip onto my tongue as I started to suck him. I could still see over to the bed where Amelia and Emily were licking deliciously at each other's pussy's. With Moira's rubber cock pumping in and out of my own slippery hole, Dad driving my nipples crazy with his tongue and Bishop David's cock being pumped into my mouth, life was just about complete. Mum then added to my pleasure with some aural teasing. "You like those two little sister sluts, don't you Sarah?" She whispered in my ear. "Just look at their long tongues working in each other's hot little cunts, covered in each other's juice." I couldn't answer, obviously, but I looked up into Mum's eyes and told her everything. She could see the lust in my face and knew I was just a dirty little whore who loved cock and cunt and just happened to be her daughter. "I bet you'd love to see those two little cunts fucked by their Daddy?" She went on. "I bet you'd really cream yourself watching their Daddy push his nice big stiff cock up them and make them cum on it?" Emily looked over at me, impaled from both ends, and smiled. Her face was glazed with her sister's juices and she rubbed two fingers along Amelia's dripping slit. We held each other's gaze as she slipped her index finger slowly and deliberately into Amelia's anus. I could hear Amelia's gutteral moan in response. Emily smiled again and, still looking at me said, "Mistress, do you want Daddy to fuck Amelia first? She's lovely and wet and ready for Daddy's big prick." Mum turned to look at the two girls and stood for a moment watching Emily's finger slowly slip in and out of Amelia's asshole. "Jack," she said, "Amelia looks like she might need your attention. You need to fuck her now." "Yes, Mistress." Replied Jack who had already divested himself of his clothes. He moved towards the bed as Amelia looked behind her and smiled at her Dad. "Emily, take your Daddy's cock in your mouth first. Make him nice and wet before he puts it in Amelia's cunt." Mum told her. "Yes, Mistress." Emily slipped her finger out of Amelia's tight little bottom and reached back to clasp her father's prick. She leaned her head back and took him straight into her mouth while her father moaned with pleasure. I started to moan around Bishop David's prick as Moira pounded my pussy from behind and the sheer erotic density of the atmosphere brought me close to an orgasm. Mum started stroking my hair, fully aware of my impending climax. Sarah's Story Ch. 08 "Cum on Moira's big rubber cock, Sarah. Have a nice big cum for me." Mum whispered in my ear. Samantha pulled Bishop David out of my mouth allowing me to cry out my pleasure for all to hear. I forced myself back on the plunging prick in me and I felt Moira grip my hips as she held the phallus deep up inside me while I came. I could feel my body jerk and spasm out of my control and the cooling juice that was running down the insides of my thighs. Moira waited until my body had returned to near normal before she slid her rubber prick out of my clutching hole. I felt her slowly sooth my bum and between my legs with her slender fingers making slick noised in my flowing juice. But I wasn't allowed to rest for long. "Bishop. Go and lie on the bed next to Amelia and Emily. I'm sure you would like Sarah to sit on that nice big stiff prick of yours." "Yes, Mistress." Replied the Bishop. I was astounded that Mum could be so offhand about farming me out for anyone's pleasure she chose. At home she was always so demure; in her mask and rubber and leather outfit she was a different woman altogether. She looked at me and pulled my head back by the hair she had previously been so lovingly stroking. "What's the matter, little slut?" She snapped at me. "I hope you're not going to be disobedient." "No, Mistress." "You will go over to the bed and straddle Bishop David and take his big thick cock up your cunt. You will enjoy that won't you, because you're a filthy whore that likes cock, aren't you?" There was some menace in her voice that was completely alien to her. "Yes, Mum, I mean Mistress." I stammered. "Yes, what, whore." "Yes, I am a slut and a whore, Mistress. I love to have cock in me and I want to sit on Bishop David's big thick cock, Mistress." I saw Mum crack a smile under her mask and she helped me up from the table as I was still a bit shaky on my feet. It was Samantha that led me over to the bed and her husband who was now lying on the bed with his stiff cock poking up from his trousers. I smiled at Emily who was still sucking on her father's prick and then at Amelia who had just looked around again. She spoke first. "Mistress, can Daddy fuck me now please. My cunt feels ever so empty." I looked round at Mum who came over to the bed. She looked at Amelia and clasped her hands around her bum cheeks pulled them apart, apparently carefully inspecting Amelia's pussy. She then reached down and wrapped her fingers around the bit of Jack's cock that wasn't in Emily's mouth. Exerting some pressure she pulled it free of the girl's mouth who let it pop from her lips. She led Jack up onto the bed behind Amelia and guided his prick to her entrance. Then she looked at me. "This is what you wanted to see, isn't it Sarah? You wanted to watch while Jack pushes his lovely long prick into his own daughter's tight cunt until she cums all over it?" "Yes, Mistress. I want to watch Jack fuck his daughter while I ride Bishop David's cock." I watched while Mum guided Jack's prick inside her daughter. The look on Amelia's face was a mask of pleasure as she took the full length of his shaft up her. She let out a little grunt each time her father's cock slapped into her, pushing herself back on his thrusts. Emily wriggled down under her sister and positioned herself so she could lap at their joined sex. As if mesmerised I climbed astride Bishop David and positioned myself above his nice thick prick. I reached around and guided him against the entrance to my dripping hole and settled down on it. It was thicker than I imagined and I had to squirm about to work it into my wet pussy. Amelia was watching me intently as her father screwed her. "Bishop David has a nice thick cock, doesn't he Sarah?" She asked me. "It certainly stretches you." I managed to respond through groans of effort and pleasure as I managed to work myself down until I had all of it up inside me. I rested for a moment then started to raise myself up and down on his substantial tool. Samantha had got up on the other side of the bed and was looking back at all the action. We watched her as she pulled her skirt up and started to rub shamelessly between her legs. Her hand eventually worked itself inside her knickers as she got more carried away with the rampant sex going on around her and especially watching a young thing like me work myself on her husband's prick. "Moira, I think Samantha could do with some help from that rubber cock of yours." Said Mum. "Stick your plastic cock up her cunt." "Yes, Mistress." Replied Moira and moved around the bed between Samantha's legs. She slid her hand up Samantha's legs and pulled down her knickers. It revealed Samantha's fingers busily working away inside her soaking pussy. Pulling Samantha's legs up and apart Moira wasted no time in clambering between her legs and easing her pretend prick up inside her friend's cunt. "Oh fuck! Moira, yes. Fuck me darling." Samantha became very vocal as Moira started to fuck her with long hard strokes. "Mark." Mum snapped. I had completely forgotten about Moira's son until now. He was watching the orgy continue while still stroking his cock. "Yes, Mistress." He replied. "Mark, lift up you Mum's skirt and fuck her from behind while she's fucking Samantha." "Thank you, Mistress." You know how much I love having my son's youthful prick up my cunt." Moaned Moira as her son dutifully took up position behind her. "That's it, push your nice hard cock up me, son." Mark had pushed his Mum's skirt up over her bottom but seemed to be fumbling a bit. "What's the matter, Mark. Fuck your mother or face the consequences, young man." Warned Mum. "I can't get to her cunt, Mistress. The straps for her prick are in the way." He complained. "Use her bum, then. Fuck your Mum up the ass." Commanded Mum. "Yes, Mistress." Mark replied grinning from ear to ear. We all watched the look on Moira's face as her son pushed his hard knob deep into her bottom. "Is that nice and tight for you, son." Asked Moira. "Oh, Mum. I love fucking you in the bum." Mark groaned in ecstacy. The sounds of fucking were reaching crescendo. Jack was pummelling his daughter's well oiled cunt while his other daughter lapped at her sister's slit. I was ramming myself down on Bishop David's thick knob while he did his best to thrust up into me and the threesome of Samantha, Moira and her ass-fucking son pounded away on the otherside of the bed. "Oh, fuck, Daddy. You're going to make me cum. Oh, Daddy, Don't stop." The sight and sound of Amelia cumming on her father's cock had me following suit soon after. I squirmed on Bishop David's thick cock as I cried out my pleasure. I watched as Jack pulled out of his daughter's spasming hole and fed his dripping cock into Emily's hungry mouth so she could lick her sister's copious juices off it. "Are you going to fuck Emily, now Jack?" I moaned deleriously. He looked up and smiled at me. "Would you like to watch me fuck Emily, Sarah?" He asked. "Yes, fuck her and make her cum too." Jack looked back at Mum who nodded and Jack and his two daughters rearranged themselves on the bed next to be. Emily lay down and spread her legs and jack knelt between them, his erect shiney cock pointing up at her like a lance. Amelia moved around and placed her knees either side of Emily's head allowing her sister to feast on her still open pussy. I rocked slowly on Bishop David's prick as I watched Jack place his hands around Emily's bum and lift her up slightly so that his rock hard cock slid effortlessly into her moist hole. I heard Emily moan deeply into her sister's cunt as her father started a slow fucking motion into her lithe body. Then Mum spoke again. "Sarah, I think you could take another cock. Our slave has yet to be satisfied." "Yes, Mistress." I replied thinking lustfully about taking Daddy's hard cock into my mouth again. "Slave," Mum started again, "assume your position behind the girl and take her anally." Dad never replied as the mask he was wearing I don't think allowed him to talk. I on the other hand was shocked. Mum was telling Dad to fuck me up the bum. I couldn't believe it and was about to say something when Amelia clasped her hands around my face and drew it close to hers. She kissed me deeply on the lips, her tongue slipping sexily between my lips before withdrawing to speak to me. "Oh, Sarah. That will be such a turn on. Watching your Daddy push his nice big cock up your ass while Bishop David fucks your cunt." I clearly wasn't any sort of party to this decision as moments later I felt 'slave' Dad climb onto the bed behind me. Then Mum was right next to me whispering in my ear again. "Daddy's going to push his hard cock into your asshole, Sarah. You've wanted that for a long time, haven't you Sarah?" I couldn't help it and I couldn't lie. I looked around so I could see her eyes. "Yes, Mum. I want Daddy to fuck me in the bum. I want to feel his hot spunk spurt up my asshole." I told her. Mum shivvered when I told her that. I could see the lust in her eyes and I could feel the head of Daddy's stiff prick press against my tight little anus.I was so wet back there, there was no need for further lubrication and Daddy's cock pressed past my sphincter and deep into my ass. My head stretched back and my mouth opened, silently groaning out my pleasure at being filled with two big cocks at the same time. Dad let me settle a moment then started to push his prick in and out of me. I could hear his heavy breathing as he tried to control himself as he watched his penis stretch his own daughter's anus. Through my deep pleasure I heard some commotion on the other side of the bed and looked up. Mark was animatedly pumping his cock up his Mum's bum and the look on his face told me he was very close to cumming as was his Mum. They were both very vocal. "Mark, pull out of your Mum and cum on Samantha's big flabby tits." Commanded Mum. I watched as Moira ripped open the top of Samantha's dress letting her big tits flop out. She held them together as Mark quickly shuffled around and frantically rubbed his cock, pointing at the wobbling mammaries. "Oh, Mum, Mum, I'm going to shoot Mum." He panted. "That's it Mark, spunk all over Samantha's big tits. Cum for Mummy, now." Moira urged him. I watched as he strained back for a second and a long rope of hot, gooey cum over Samantha's compressed breasts, then another and another until his purple cock head just dribbled a last few remaining drops. Samantha's tits were left streaked with lines of greying, youthful spunk. Moira eagerly massaged the cream in with her hands leaving Samantha's chest gleaming in the bright overhead bedroom lights. I looked over at Mum who had moved to the top of the bed. She had her legs splayed open and was forcing the thick handle of the whip she had deep into her open cunt. Her eyes were glazed as she surveyed the perverted scene she had contrived to make. After Mark had cum the other men didn't take long to follow suit. Dad was next. The combined pleasure of using his own daughter's ass as a fuck hole and the pressure of a big thick cock in my cunt took him over the edge. I heard him grunt and felt his cock thrust hard into my behind. I knew Mum would be so turned on by watching him so I called out to her. "Mum, Daddy's going to spurt his hot cum up my bum. Oh, Mum, Daddy's going to make me cum too." I was right, as Dad's fingers dug into my hips, I watched as Mum's hips rose off the bed and she feverishly pounded her pussy with the whip handle and rubbed at her clit with the other hand. I knew she was cumming too. My own orgasm overtook me as Daddy finished in my ass and I felt Bishop David start to hump me hard from below. "Fuck, Sarah, I can't hold back any more. I'm going to fill your hot cunt, sweetheart." He balled as he kept his promise. He sucked on my dangling breasts as he filled my pussy with his reverend spunk. I felt blessed. Beside me Jack rapidly pulled out of Emily's sucking vagina and struggled to his feet. Amelia readily took his throbbing prick between her lips as he too started to cum. I watched in my orgasmic haze as she sucked on her father's spurting cock until he had finished. She smiled tight lipped at me and I turned my head towards her as she leaned in. Our lips met and as her tongue pressed between my lips I tasted her Daddy's cum as she slipped it onto my tongue. Our kiss became more passionate as I realised what she was doing and soon we had shared the gooey mix between us while we fondled each other's breasts, rubbing in all the dribbles of spilt cum. As we parted we realised the whole room was watching our little finale and we all fell into giggles and spontaneous applause. I had no idea how I was ever going to face my parents after this. Sarah's Story Ch. 09 It all seemed rather strange in our house after the visit to Jack and Moira's orgy. Mum and Dad both seemed rather embarrassed despite my best efforts to assure them they had every right to enjoy themselves, and me too for that matter. I took some consolation by visiting my best friend Janice at her flat in town. I told her in graphic detail of the night we had. The poor girl was made so horny by my story that she started masturbating in front of me with a thick candle that she had on the table in the living room. Of course this got me all heated and I just had to play with her lovely fluid tits while she banged herself and I finished the story. She had cum several times by the time I reached the bit about my dad fucking me in the bum as I sat on Bishop David's thick cock she was near catatonic. Watching her masturbate and recalling the events had me all worked up too so I let her lazily stroke my hair while I borrowed her candle for my own relief. Once we had clamed down and recovered somewhat we chatted while we finished off the wine we had hardly touched. She wondered idly what it would be like if her own family were inclined to incest as mine so obviously were. She mused about the size of her nineteen year old brother's cock and what it would be like to have her own father's prick buried deep inside her pussy while her mother sucked on her nipples. "Why don't we find out?" I chuckled. "Hell, what do you mean, 'find out'?" She asked. "Well I can't imagine it would be too hard to seduce a nineteen year old boy. He'd probably shag anything that stayed still long enough." I laughed. "You parents might be a tougher challenge, though." "Tell me you're joking, Sarah." She said looking quite worried. "No, seriously, Jan. I wouldn't mind having some nineteen year old cock up me and well one thing might just lead to another." By the time we had finished off the wine Janice had all but agreed to a date next Wednesday when her parents were out and her brother was in all alone. It helped that I had wormed two fingers into her sopping hole and had her well on her way to another screaming orgasm, but a promise was a promise after all. I had to change my knickers twice the following Wednesday before I went out as they had become some damp with my sexual anticipation. In the end I took a spare pair just in case. I arrived at Janice's parents place just before midday as arranged. She had told her folks that she was coming back to sort some clothes out to take to her flat so that they could use her room again if they wanted to. Her brother was due back from college early afternoon that gave us plenty of time to set our trap. "Are you all set to get some brother cock?" I asked her as we messed around in her old bedroom. "Sarah, really, you make it sound so sordid." She retorted in mock affront. "It is." I replied, "Fancy wanting to seduce your own brother." I laughed. "Let me remind you," she replied, "that this is all your idea young lady." We were still giggling when we heard the front door slam shut. "That's my subtle brother." Said Janice. "Quick," I said, "strip down to your bra and knickers and let him know we're here." As planned we undressed down to our bra, knickers and for a little added spice some sheer hold up stockings. "Hi Tim," Janice shouted down the stairs, "I'm in my bedroom with Sarah sorting out some clothes just in case you thought there were burglars in the house." There was silence for a moment then Tim shouted a perfunctory, "Oh, all right." Back up again. We gave Tim some time to settle down and while we did so I set up some silly errors on Janice's old computer that would prevent it from working properly. A few minutes later and we were all set. Janice shouted down the stairs, "Tim, my computer's not working. Can you come up here and fix it please?" Again there was a moment's pause before the answer sailed up the stairs, "Later, I'm busy." Jan and I looked at each other. We hadn't expected that. "Oh, go on Tim, pretty please. We're going out later and I need access to my facepage. Love ya forever." Jan tried again. "It's face BOOK, dummy." And we heard him thumping up the stairs. "You should have paid more attention in IT class then you could fix ... ." He voice tailed off as he stomped into the room and he was faced with two little angels in their underwear. "Oops, you should have said." He stammered. "Oh, don't be so girly, Tim." Janice replied trying to hide a big grin. "You've seen us in bikinis before." "Yeah, bit different from being half naked in your underwear. I'll come back." "No, don't be so silly. We were just trying on some clothes. Just fix the computer then you can go and be embarrassed downstairs." Jan jibed. Tim shrugged and turned to walk out the door. Emergency action time, I felt. I ran over to Tim and grabbed his arm, pulling him back into the room. "Oh Tim, we're sorry, aren't we Jan?" I shot a glance at Janice and she said she was too. "Please come and fix Jan's computer and we'll love you forever, promise." I soothed squeezing his arm and ushering him towards the chair. I think Tim has always had a bit of a soft spot for me because he smiled and went red the allowed himself to be led to the desk chair and sit down. I knelt down beside him and rested my lower arm along his thigh. I felt his body tense slightly as I made contact. Tim started clattering away at the keyboard, probably to try and distract himself from my obvious proximity and I pretended to watch what he was doing for a minute or so. I just hoped the errors that I set up weren't to easy for him to fix otherwise he'd be out of the room before we had time to warm up. After a minute or so I pretended to get bored watching and looked up at Jan who had perched herself provocatively on the edge of the desk. One leg was up on the desk top while the other dangled to the floor subtly showing some crotch. She supported her weight on one arm that made her lean forward slightly and her small breasts press out on her bra. I pretended to examine her underwear. "That's a nice bra and panties, Jan." I started. "I don't think I've seen them before." She seemed startled but then collected herself. "Oh,I've had them some time. I just put them on for your benefit today, darling." She laughed. I felt Tim cringe a bit when we started talking about ladies underwear so I decided to capitalise on his embarrassment. Reaching up I slipped two fingers inside the cup of Jan's bra. My fingers grazed her nipple and I felt it go instantly hard and I swear I heard a little intake of breath and smiled. "Nice material; so silky," I mused, "and it pushes your tiny tits right up too." "Hey, easy there, they're not that small miss melons." She retorted laughing. I let my fingers drift down to her knickers and eased two fingers just inside the waistband at the front. The look on Jan's face was a picture. I think she thought I was going to finger her then and there. Although i would have loved to this was all about teasing Tim, not making hinm cum in his pants. I ran the material between my fingers and ever so accidentally pulled up a little bit. I thought Jan was going to leap off the desk but the sudden movement got Tim's attention. I didn't look at him directly but I could tell he was looking straight at his sister's crotch and the rather nice little camel toe I had given her. I also made sure that my other arm rubbed carelessly against Tim's leg and my hand gently stroked his inner thigh just above his knee. "Mmm, that material is very soft and silky, Jan," I said, "and the cut really suits you. Do you shave or trim?" That did it for her. If she'd been drinking Tim and I would have been soaked. As it was she started coughing to cover her laughing and ended up practically choking. After a minutes of gasping and spluttering she managed to get some words out. "I think I need to go to the bathroom. Wait here, I won't be long." As she left she made some very rude signs at me, I can't imagine what I'd done. But no time for that, Tim had to be seduced and I had very little time. "I don't know what's the matter with your sister?" I said to Tim to try and break the ice. I also shifted my balance on my knees which, oh dear, meant sliding my hand up Tim's leg. I pretended to lose my balance and reach out to stop myself and ... "Oh, sorry Tim. Oh Tim, what have you got in your trousers? Gosh, Tim is that really you?" "Don't, Sarah." He said trying to recoil but I kept my hand where it was gently feeling the shape of his erection through his trousers. "My, my Tim, you've kept that secret. It's huuuge. Was that from looking at your sexy sister?" "Don't be disgusting, Sarah, and leave it alone." He sounded slightly annoyed. "You mean you don't find your sister sexy? Not even a little bit? I mean I do and I'm a girl. What do you think of that, Tim? Do you like the thought of me getting turned on by looking at your sister? I can only assume that nice big thing in your trousers is for me then, eh?" "No, it just happened, that's all." Protested Tim. "Oh go on, Jan is probably in the loo now with her hand inside her knickers rubbing herself, thinking about seeing that big hard knob of yours. I bet that turns you on, eh, Tim, thinking of your big sister stroking her slipperly wet slit?" "No, no," protested Tim. "Aw, go on, let me have a little peak. I'll show you mine if your show me yours, Tim." I teased, laughing. Then more seriously I added, "I'll tell Jan you get hard ons but looking at her in her underwear." Tim didn't answer but I could tell that he'd given in, well just a little bit anyway. I made a move to get to his zipper. He made a weak attempt to stop me but I persisted and got his flies open and reached inside. "Ooh, Tim, it is big isn't it?" I said as I fished inside his underpants. "Gosh Tim, it's too big to get through here, I'll have to undo your belt." He sighed a big sigh but I could tell he was enjoying my attentions. I undid his belt and with a big of scrabbling managed to get his big young tool out in the open. It was big stiff and throbbing and I could hardly get my hand around it but I tried anyway. I slowly started to stroke my fist up and down the straining shaft. He groaned. "My god, Tim. How have you kept this secret from me for so long; it's magnificent." I cooed in true awe. "Oooh, Sarah, that's enough now. Jan will be coming back any minute now." He moaned. "Aw, she'll be ages and I haven't even started yet. God, Tim, you're leaking already." I gasped as a big drop of clear sticky liquid formed at the slit at the top of his big rod. I licked my lips. "Has anyone sucked your cock, Tim? I mean properly given you a blow job?" "What!?" He sounded alarmed now. "I haven't really had a proper girl friend, you know ..." "Well hang on to your hat, Timothy." I smiled and leaned forward running my tongue from the base to the tip and taking in that lovely big drop of clear cum at the top. I heard him groan deeply above me as my mouth closed around the crown of his cock and started its slow descent down his shaft. I felt his hands automatically clamp around my head as I started to give him the first blowjob of his short life. I felt him hit the back of my throat and was about to start back up again when I found that my movement was impeded by a firm suggestion of his hands. It wasn'ty a violent jesture, that wasn't in Tim. But it was a firm suggestion and i suppose he reasoned that I had only taken around a third of his cock into my mouth up to that point and I really ought to have it all. I braced myself and relaxed my throat, breathing through my nose as I let him ease himself into that confinement. He help me there for a minute enjoying the tightness of my throat around his rampant member. Thankfully his hands around my ears relaxed a little and I was able to slide back up off his cock. It left my spit running liberally down the shaft and pooling on his swollen ball sack. "Wow, Tim, that was a bit enthusiastic." I spluttered. "Oh, sorry Sarah, I didn't mean to hurt or anything." he gasped, breathing almost as hard as me. "It's fine Tim, but some girls might find that a bit intimidating," I managed before taking his slick cock back deep into my mouth, this time going at my own pace and depth. I didn't want to give him the opportunity to start thinking about the time or Jan coming back. In fact I could see Jan peaking in the doorway, her hand covering he mouth in mock surprise. I could tell it was only mock surprise as from where she was she couldn't see the size of his cock. I continued my blow job with renewed vigour and making much noise knowing Jan was creaming herself watching us. "Oh fuck, Sarah, this is fantastic." Gasped Tim raising his hips to meet my downward movement. I slipped my mouth off his cock and started licking up from his balls to the crown then swirling my tongue around the head. "Think you'll get to like having you cock sucked, then Tim?" I asked looking up into his crimson face. "What the fuck's going on!" Screamed Jan entering the room and over-acting just a little bit. "I'm sucking your brother's rather nice cock." I explained reasonably. Tim tried to get up but I pushed him back down again. "I can see that, you little slut but ..." Jan calmed down her voice a little and marched into the room, "holy fuck, it's fucking huuuge." "I said that." I said, smiling and running my hand up and down the dripping shaft. "Come have a closer look." Jan came up to stand next to Tim and fell to her knees. "My god, Tim," she purred, "what have you been hiding from me all these years." Tim didn't say anything. I think he was still too shocked. Janice, as if in a dream, started reaching out with her right hand. Then Tim said something. "Jan, what do you think you're doing? I'm your brother." He tried to protest. "Mmm, brother with a lovely biiig cock." She murmured as her fingers curled around the shaft above mine. I let my hand slip away and contented myself with massaging his big dangling ball sack as Jan examined her prize with the awe of a antiques expert who had just found a rare porcelain statuette. "Oh my god, Jan, what are you doing?" Mumbled Tim, his face a picture of anxiety. "She's just stroking your lovely big cock, Tim." I answered for her. "Tell me honestly that having your big sis pulling your lovely stiff prick isn't a massive turn on." "But it's so, so, so wrong." Stammered Tim. "I think your hard on is telling its own story, Tim." I soothed. I reached up and slipped my hand around the back of Jan's neck and pulled her gently forward. She flashed a look at me that said 'should I dare'. "Go on, Jan. Suck your brother's nice thick cock into your mouth. Taste him. Taste your brother's prick." I urged pulling her down some more. She moaned some but she wasn't resisting. Tim was looking down in horror as his big sister's mouth closed around the head of his large, slick erection. She started slowly, lapping around the tip with her tongue, letting her saliva coat the shiny head and run down the shaft. Her lips closed around it and she slowly pushed her mouth down to about two thirds the length of his shaft. I knew she had got to the same part I did with the head just reaching the back of her mouth. She repeated the process several times while Tim groaned out his pleasure above her. Then on the last movement downwards she pause for a second then took him down her throat. Man, she was good at this. I looked up at Tim's look of agony and ecstasy and knew he wasn't far off. As Jan pulled back off his cock I once again wrapped my fist around his shaft and started pumping him into his sister's mouth. "He's going to cum, Jan. Your brother is going to spurt off into your mouth." I whispered in her ear. She moaned loudly and I knew how much pleasure this was giving her. Any other time I would have pushed my hand down her panties and given her what she needed but one step at a time, I thought. "Tim, it's okay. Your sister wants it. She wants you to pump your hot cum deep into her mouth. She wants to taste you." I urged. "You want to too, don't you? You want your big sister to taste your hot spunk splashing into her mouth from your big throbbing cock, don't you?" I rapidly jerked my fist up and down his pole as Jan sucked and licked at the top half buried in her mouth. I felt Tim stiffen, then he roared like a lion as he bum raised up off the chair as he tried to bury his cock deeper in his sister's mouth. His hand went behind her head to hold her in place as he exploded. I saw Jan struggling to swallow as jet after jet of hot cum shot into her sucking mouth. Streams of his white sperm ran down his cock shaft and over my fingers making them slip around on his pole. His jerking hips slowed and he started to relax back onto the chair. Jan continued to lave his long shaft with her mouth and tongue lapping up any residual cum. Eventually she sat back on her haunches licking her lips with a big satisfied grin on her face. "There, that wasn't so bad was it Tim? I ventured. Then I looked back down at this prick and my eyes bulged a little. He was still as rigid as when we started. "Oh my" I thought. "We're not finished yet." Sarah's Story Ch. 10 "Oh my god, what have I done?" Groaned Tim. I wasn't about to allow this to just fizzle out and let Tim off to wallow in his guilt. He was nineteen for gods sake and knew what he was doing. This needed some proper management and I also had a mental image of Tim's large prick buried in his sister's hole that I wanted to see for real. "You've just cum in your sister's mouth," I stated, "and I don't believe the sky's fallen in. Now I think it only fair you return the favour, don't you think?" "What do you mean by that?" Tim sounded shocked. "Well Tim, you're the only one who's cum around here. Do you think that's alright? It's time for payback, my lad." Tim still looked quizzical. It was going to be a step by step telling him what to do. I knew that this could well work to our advantage. "Have you ever wondered what Jan's firm little tits feel like?" "Of course not, she's my sister." Snapped Tim. "This is the same sister who's mouth you've just spunked off in." I scolded reaching out to grab one of his hands. "Feel her lovely firm breasts." I pulled his hand down and placed it on Jan's right tit and started him off squeezing his hand around the firm flesh through her bra. "Take off your bra, Jan," I told her, "let him feel your naked tits." Jan reached behind her and unclipped her bra. She looked up at me for an instant and it was difficult to gauge what she was thinking. She slow let the material drop away from her little white breasts, her rock hard nipples and large dark aurole. "Both hands." I instructed Tim. He reached forward to start fondling Jan's breasts with both his hands crushing his wonderful erection against his tummy. He seemed awkward at first but gathered more confidence as Jan started humming pleasurably as the sensations spread through her. "See how you've made your sister's nipples all stiff and hard. Play with them, Tim. Gently squeeze them between your finger and thumb and pull them a bit." I urged. I found myself licking my lips as I watched Tim roll his sister's long hard nipple between his finger and thumbs. Jan looked up at me with a 'you bitch' expression on her face. I looked back with a 'you wanted to do this and you're loving every minute really' expression on my face that made us even. "Why don't you get down here and use your mouth. I'm sure Jan would love to feel your tongue against her nipples and your teeth gently biting on them." The last bit I knew to be true as she told me once while I was sucking on them. Tim just looked at me incredulously. I could see his cock straining and pulsing and knew how turned he was getting; he wouldn't need too much persuading. I ushered him down onto his knees in front of his sister. Reaching behind his head I guided him down until his face was level with her small breasts. "They're lovely, aren't they?" I asked him. "Yes, beautiful." He replied as if in a dream. "Suck them." I urged I saw him look up at Jan as if to get her permission. Jan reached round the back of his head and pulled him forward and then she too urged him on. "Suck on my nipple, little bro. Suck them like I sucked your lovely big cock." With that she gave a last tug on his neck and he latched onto her rigid right nipple. She made a strange groaning sound through gritted teeth as he started to pleasure her. It was all I could do to stop myself leaning forward and taking the other in my mouth but I thought that might be a little too much for the boy. Instead I watched while he first laved one nipple then moved over to the other while Jan continued to hold him close to her and moan with pleasure. I let him continue for some time and watched until Jan's hips started to thrust forward trying to get some pressure against her crotch. I've known Jan to cum by by sucking her nipples and I knew she was starting to build up to it. It was time to step things up a notch. "You're doing so well, Tim," I told him, "I do believe you sister is getting very turned on by her little brother sucking at her tits. I think her cunt will be very wet by now. Do you want to see your sister's wet cunt, Tim?" Tim pulled away from Jan's chest and looked down at her knickers. "You'll have to take them off if you want to see her slit, Tim." I smiled then to Jan I said, "Stand up over by the bed Jan. I think Tim wants to take down your knickers and look at your cunt." Jan was rubbing her suddenly ignored tits and looked across at me, then at Tim. "Is that right, Tim? You want to look at my naked pussy. You are a naughty little brother, aren't you." She teased. Tim looked suddenly embarrassed and I saw Jan realise she might have gone too far. She quickly dived in to save the situation. "Come on, Tim," she said as she stood up and wandered over to the bed, "come and take my knickers down. See how wet you've made me." I gave Tim a little nudge in her direction and he walked over to her with his stiff prick waving about in front of him. I could hardly wait to see it buried in Jan's hot little hole. Jan reached forward for Tim's hands and placed them on the waistband of her knickers on either hip. "Pull them down, Tim." She purred. "Pull them down and look at how wet you've made me." Tim hesitated for a second then slowly started to pull down her sister's knickers. He watched fascinated as they peeled away from Jan's shaved slit and his eyes never left it as he pulled them down to her ankles. Jan casually stepped out of one leg and flicked the other foot so the knickers kicked up in the air. She deftly caught them with one hand. She moved them in her hand until her finger and thumb rubbed over the crotch of the silky garment. "Mmm, they're a bit damp and slippery." She said almost to herself then she raised them to her nose and sniffed noisily all the time keeping eye contact with Tim. Tim has knelt down to take her knickers off and was looking up at Jan as she spoke. He watched wide eyed as Jan lowered her knickers from her nose and pushed them against his own face. He had to breathe and took in his sister's feminine aroma. "Can you smell her cunt, Tim?" I asked. Tim nodded and his prick gave a little jerk. "Why don't you touch it?" I added. "Slip your fingers into your sister's hot sex." I saw his hand twitch by his side then ever so slowly he raised his arm. His hand made contact with Jan's leg just above her left knee then started to travel upwards. Jan's legs parted slightly as her brother's hand neared the top of her leg. She was breathing heavily. She gave a little cry as the edge of his hand slid against her sex which led to a little gasp as he ran the edge of his finger along her slippery slit. "Oh, Tim, that's lovely. That's it Tim, touch me." Jan gasped involuntarily. Jan looked a little wobbly on her feet and I could hear the slick sounds of Tim's fingers moving through her juice filled slit. "Lie down, Jan," I suggested, "and spread your legs so Tim can get a proper look." Jan didn't need asking twice and I suspect she lay back on the bed just before she fell there. She placed her heels on the edge of the bed and let her knees fall apart opening her dripping sex to Tim's hungry gaze. He leant forward and continued touching her with his finger. He traced around her outer lips before running his finger the length of her slit making her groan and her hips lift from the bed. "Put your finger up inside, Tim." I instructed. He looked around at me quizzically. "Oh, no." I thought, "he can't be that daft." He wasn't, I think he was just seeking some sort of reassurance, but moments later Jan was moaning rhythmically as Tim pushed his finger in and out of her hot little hole. I wasn't being left out of this any longer. I could feel my own well filling up and a desperate need for some human contact. I slipped off my bra and flung it to one side and went a knelt down behind Tim. I insinuated myself around him letting my big breasts push into his muscular back. "Push two fingers up her, Tim." I encouraged, "I'm sure that tight little hole can take it." Above us I heard Jan groan loudly as Tim forced a second finger in alongside the first. "Now use your tongue oh her." I commanded and pushed his head forward. He tentatively poked out his tongue and wiped it up Jan's slit just above where his fingers were thrusting in and out. Jan let out a, "Oh god, yes, Tim. Use your tongue on me," groan and thrust herself against his seeking tongue. Poor Tim suddenly found his mouth crushed against his sister's sopping slit with my hand behind his head there was no escape. I heard him grunt followed by the squishy noises of his mouth and tongue working on Jan's upper slit. "That's right, Tim. Make your sister cum. Make her cum in your mouth and suck down her cum juice." I urged running my hand down his washboard stomach. I couldn't resist and wrapped my hand around his pulsing manhood and gently stroked him while pressing my big boobs into his back. "Oh my god, bro. You're going to make me cum." screeched Jan. "Keep going, Tim. Suck on her hard clit and keep pumping your fingers into her. She's going to have a nice big cum in your mouth." I whispered in his ear while squeezing his hard cock. Suddenly Jan's hips raised off the bed and she shrieked. Tim had a hard job keeping in position but he had his muscular arms wrapped around her thighs by now and somehow managed to hold her down. Three times she lifted off the bed as a poweful orgasm wracked her body. I told Tim to back off a little as Jan started to calm down a bit. He let his slick fingers slide out of her hole but gently stroked around her slit. Her inner thighs glistened with her juices and as Tim turned slightly I could see his face was in much the same condition. "Go up and kiss your sister." I told him. He looked at me shocked. "Don't be stupid. Kiss her!" I warned. He awkwardly clambered up Jan's still spasming body until brother and sister were face to face. Jan looked deeply into his eyes and ran her finger through her own sex juice than coated his mouth and face. She raised her head and clamped her lips to his and for minutes they shared an exquiste girl cum laced kiss. When they broke it was Jan who spoke. "That was wonderful, Tim," and lent in to kiss him again. I looked down from their faces and noticed how close Tim's throbbing cock was to Jan's dripping hole and smiled. He was grinding himself against the top of her thigh. They were both filled with lust; surely this would be so easy. I placed my hand on Jan's opposite thigh and applied some pressure. She took a minute in her afterglow state to realise what I was on about but she allowed her leg and her hips to subtly scoot up against Tim's grindings. His cock was now rubbing up alongside the left side of her crotch. I could see the shaft becoming slick in her juices. A little bit further and the length of his shaft was running up and down her slippery slit. They broke the kiss again. "Fuck me, Tim. Stick that great lump of meat up my willing cunt. Fuck your sister, Tim." She moaned. Tim was no longer an unwilling participant, slave to his moral upbringing. He was lost in his animal lust, led by his rather large, little head. He was making longer thrusts against Jan's wet slit and his lovely big prick was failrly dripping with his sister's sex juice. I remember thinking how much easier that would make it pushing into her but I was fast becoming aware of my own needs and my own leaking pussy currently soaking my knickers. I reached between them taking the opportunity to let my fist slide up and down Tim's magnificent erection as I struggled against both writhing bodies to get the head of his cock embedded in my best friend's hole. I managed to atune myself to their gyrations and line up the head of his prick and watched in awe as the mammoth beast slid into Jan's cunt in one slick motion. "Oh my fucking gooood!" screamed Jan as her brother's shaft penetrated deep inside her, stretching her pussy lips wide around the girth of his rod. Jan began to pant heavily as Tim drove his thick meat hard in and out of her pussy hole. I watched from behind them and wondered at Tim's heavy ball sack as it swayed and slapped against her with every stroke. I reached in and gathered them in my hand gently weighing and massaging them, revelling in the sticky cum drenched feel of them in my hand. I was aware of my other hand as I pushed it down inside my knickers to finger my soaking slit and my own passion rose alongside that of the rutting siblings in front of me. I started to moan our encouragement to Tim in dirty language even I was surprised at. "Fuck her, Tim. What's it like fucking your own sister, you dirty bastard. Is her hot cunt nice and tight around your big stiff prick? Come on Tim, pump it into your loving sister, make her scream, make her cum on your big fat prick." I don't know what it was doing for Tim but I started to frig my desperate hole with two fingers and could hear the slopping of my juices around them. Tim was starting to pump harder and faster into Jan. "Oh god, Tim, fuck her hard. Make her cum all over your lovely prick. Spurt up into your sister's tight cunt, fill her up with your creamy spunk, you dirty pervert." Then I heard Jan call out, "oh, fuck, yessss" and Tim gave one final deep thrust up inside her as her cunt muscles clamped down around his spurting cock. "Oh fuck, Tim, cum inside me, spurt your hot cum up my cunt." I doubt that they heard the deep moan that came from my throat as I brought myself off as they both orgasmed in front of me. I watched while their rapid grinding movements slowed and they gathered themselves in each other arms. I pulled myself up and joined them on the bed as Tim let his deflating cock slip from Jan's pussy. "Mmm, well that looked like fun." I smiled as I reached across Jan's hot damp body. "It's lovely to see such a close family." "Well I can tell you it was absolutely as dirty, nasty and fantastic as I thought it was going to be." Breathed Jan reaching down. There was a moment's silence as the meaning of what she had just said sunk in to Tim's brain. "You mean you planned this?" He said incredulously. As Jan and I both reached his softening slimey cock together and rolled it between our fingers Jan looked at me so I answered. "That wouldn't be a complaint, would it Tim?" He looked down at our hands playing with his hardening prick then looked up with a big boyish grin on his face. "Er, no. Just asking." He laughed. Sarah's Story Ch. 11 I made it my mission to move the relationships in Jan's family forward now that she was fucking her brother on a regular basis, in fact we both were and he was a more than willing participant. Her mother and father were my next targets but I never imagined that I would read the situation so badly or have the tables turned on me so completely. Over the period of several weeks I had tried all my wily ways of enticing Mr Mills into a little indiscretion with his daughter. I had her dress in her shortest skirts, wearing stockings, wearing short white socks, tight tops, revealing tops all with no apparent effect. We had even joined forces and played our games at an evening with her parents but still didn't excite any reaction. Exasperated I asked Jan if she wanted to go into town one evening for a girly night out. I arranged to meet her at her parent's house as it was closer for both of us to travel into town by bus. As it happened I arrived first and it was Mrs Mills who answered the door. She was in her fifties and very well presented. She was a little broad in the beam but was adequately offset by a pair of large, full breasts that she normally disguised with large loose tops. She was always very friendly towards me and both of them made me feel very much at home every time I visited. On this particular evening I was quite taken aback as she answer the door. She was dressed up to the nines and clearly ready for a posh evening out. She wore a figure-hugging top with a plunging neckline that showed off quite an expanse of her large breasts. Her dress came down just above her knee revealing very shapely legs; I had only ever seen her in trousers before. "Mrs Mills, You look like you have a hot date tonight." I joked. She laughed and invited me in. "We are going out tonight and it's been a while. I've messed up painting my toes. Do you think you could have a go at them, Sarah?" I followed her into the living room where Mr Mills was standing by a mirror struggling with a bow tie. "And after you've done her toes you can help with this bloody tie." He grinned. "Looks like I've arrived in the nick of time." I said. "Well," said Mrs Mills, "we're not in a big hurry and Jan phoned to say she's been delayed so time for a little wine, I think." She passed me a huge glass of red and we all settled down for some small talk. A couple of drinks later and I was feeling quite merry and relaxed. Mrs Mills had settled on one of the dining table chairs while we chatted and Mr Mills had given up on his tie and sank into the sofa. Mrs Mills lifted one foot onto a foot stool and studied her toes. From where I was sitting I could see a good length of athletic thigh. Mrs Mill certainly kept herself in shape. "Come on then Sarah. Let's have a go at these little piggies of mine." She said wriggling her toes. I moved over to where she was sitting and knelt back in front of her foot. Mrs Mills handed me a pot of nail varnish from the table and as I looked up my eyes couldn't help but look up her skirt. My eyes nearly popped out on stalks, as it was very obvious that Mrs Mills wasn't wearing any knickers. Mrs Mills smiled that smile at me that said I know you've seen and I flushed, caught quite unawares of what was going on. I thought I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye but when I looked Mr Mills was sitting perfectly still with his hands in his lap. He looked at me and smiled. When I returned my gaze to Mrs Mills her legs had parted a little further giving me an uninterrupted view up her skirt. "You've noticed that I'm not wearing any knickers, Sarah," She said in a kind voice. "Um, yes, Mrs Mills." Was all I could manage in reply. "I don't like wearing knickers when I wear a skirt and Mr Mills is very keen. He like to see up my skirt if we're out." She continued as if it were the most normal conversation. "He sometimes likes to put his hand up my skirt when we're driving, which is very naughty, don't you think, Sarah?" She didn't wait for an answer but instead said, "I've trimmed my bush to make it pretty. Would you like to see?" Before I could answer Mrs Mills drew up her skirt and spread her legs a little wider. Her bush was closely trimmed into the shape of a heart. Her fat lips were clearly visible poking through the curls. I gulped. "Do you like it, Sarah?" "Um, it's very pretty, Mrs Mills. I can see how Mr Mills would like it." I ventured after I collected enough courage to answer. "Mr Mills likes it. It makes him very hard." I nearly choked at that. It looked very much like I was being played and I couldn't do a thing about it. "Are you big and hard now, Mr Mills?" She asked her husband. I looked over at Mr Mills who had a big beaming grin on his face. The bulge in his trousers was now obvious. He nodded in the direction of his wife. "It makes me quite hot thinking how he gets hard when he knows I'm not wearing any knickers. Feel how hot I am, Sarah." As if it were the most natural thing in the world Mrs Mills reached down and took my hand and guided up between her legs until my fingers rested on her lips. She then took one finger and ran it down her slit. She was definitely hot and a little bit moist. She let out a little sign as she dragged my finger along her lips. "It's very naughty touching like that, Sarah, but it feels very nice. Don't you agree?" She said still smiling down at me and guiding my finger up and down. "Um, er ..." I stammered. "Don't be shy now Sarah. I'm sure you've played little games before; you're a big girl now. Have you ever played little games with a woman before?" "I, um, er, might have, um, when I was younger, um, experimented perhaps." I stuttered. "I bet you liked it didn't you. Did you ever touch Jan? You are such close friends you and her. Have you ever played with her cunt?" The last word struck me like a bolt of lightening. It was so unexpected, so shocking. I was also aware that my finger was getting rather wet and was slipping up and down Mrs Mills parted sex lips. The whole situation caused me to answer without thinking. "Yes, Mrs Mills, I have played with Jan." Mrs Mills shuddered and I suddenly realised that she was no longer guiding my finger up and down and that I was doing it by myself. "That's nice, dear." Sighed Mrs Mills, "just put your finger up inside." I realised I was at her beck and call now. I moved my finger downward and located her slippery hole and pushed my finger up inside. "Mmmm, that's it Sarah, finger me like you would our little girl." I heard a little moan from the direction of the sofa and looked around at Mr Mills. He had pulled his prick out of his trousers and had started to rub himself as he watched me finger his wife. Mrs Mills saw where I was looking. "He has a nice fat prick, doesn't he, Sarah?" She asked. "Do you think it's nice?" This was getting more bizarre by the moment and I don't know why I let myself be carried along. Well I do, I was getting just as horny as Mr and Mrs Mills if I cared to admit it so I answered her. "Yes, Mrs Mills. Mr Mills has a very nice fat prick." "I'm glad you like it Sarah. Put another finger up me." Then she added, "Have you ever licked our little girl's pussy?" Mrs Mills had a way of dropping bombshell questions off the cuff I discovered. Questions that were very hard not to answer in a reflex sort of way. "Yes, Mrs Mills we have eaten eat other's pussies on many occasions." I replied without thinking. "Me and Mr Mills would love to see you eating out our little girl. I think it would be quite delicious to watch. Come use your tongue on me." She urged slipping her hand around the back of my head and pulling me towards her crotch. I didn't even hestitate. My fingers were squelching in Mrs Mills juicy hole and before I knew it I was lapping my tongue up and down her slippery slit and around my fingers while she moaned deliriously above me. "Oooh, Sarah, that's so good. Mmm, it's been so long." She crooned as I wriggled my tongue against her clit. I was so lost in my concentration I didn't notice that Mr Mills had got up from his seat and was standing behind his wife looking down at me tonguing her slit and fingering her hole. His eyes were wide and I could see the movement of his arm as he stroked himself as he watched. It was quite an incongruous sight, looking at a man in a dinner suit masturbating. He leaned forward and whispered in his wife's ear. Then she looked down at me. "Mr Mills wants to see your breasts, Sarah. Will you take off your top?" I looked up at Mr Mills who looked a little embarrassed and I leaned back away from Mrs Mills. I looked straight at Mr Mills as I started to unbutton my blouse. I saw his tongue moisten his lips as my deep cleavage came into view then his mouth opened slightly as I pulled open my blouse so he could see my large breasts spilling over my quarter cup bra. "Take your bra off." Said Mrs Mills quietly as her hand slipped down between her legs and gently started to stroke herself. I smiled and reached behind me to unclip my bra. I didn't let it slip off immediately but moved my hands round and cupped myself. Slowly I let my hands drop down taking my bra with them gradually exposing the white mounds, then my brown aurole and stiff dark pink nipples. I cast my bra aside which made my tits wobble and I heard Mr Mills gasp. "You have beautiful breasts, Sarah." Said Mrs Mills. "Hold them up for us to see." I cupped my hands under my breasts and squeezed them together. Putting my finger and thumb either side of my erect nipples I gently pinched them and rolled them between my finger pads sending butterflys fluttering in my tummy and a little tingle between my legs. "Sarah, that's really sexy. Your nipples are so big and stiff. Can you lick them yourself?" She asked. I didn't say anything but raised one breast up and by dipping my chin snaked my tongue out and curled it around the crinkly stub and all around it making it slick and shiny. While they watched agog I closed my lips around it and sucked it firmly into my mouth making me squeal a little. I then stopped and repeated the process with the other tit. Mr Mills was flushed quite red now and although he was still behind Mrs Mills I could tell he was rubbing his penis quite firmly. I was starting to feel rather horny now and a wicked little idea slipped into my head. I leaned forward still holding my tits and pushing one forward I dragged my hard nipple up and down Mrs Mills soaking vagina. She cried out a little as I coated my nipple and a large part of my aurole with her juices then leaned back again and raised it up to my mouth. I lapped at her dribbly cum with my tongue before sucking the rest down into my mouth. I then leaned forward and repeated the whole thing with my other breast. "That was very naughty, Sarah." Mrs Mills sighed, "I think you're a very naughty little girl." "Perhaps Mr Mills ought to spank me." I suggested. Mrs Mills looked around at her husband. "I do think you need to spank her Mr Mills; she is a very naughty little girl." She told him. Mr Mills was obviously a man of action not a man of words. He stepped around his seated wife and took hold of my wrist, quite firmly, I felt. I think I would have felt a little nervous but for the fact his big fact prick was poking out of his dinner suit trousers and looked very white by comparison. He pulled me to a chair on which he sat and guided me over his lap with my bottom sticking up in the air and my bit tits dangling down and swaying slightly. I could feel Mr Mills' erection pressing into my tummy. Mrs Mills got up too and stood over both of us. "She has a very short skirt on. Look you can just see her knickers, Mr Mills. Can you see them?" I heard a grunt from above me as Mr Mills made some verbal confirmation that he could indeed see my little white panties that I was wearing. Then I felt a soft hand on the back of my thighs near the top while another hand raised the hem of my skirt. "There, you can see them properly now, Mr Mills. She has a lovely big bottom, don't you think? Just right for spanking." I felt the same hand play with the leg of my knickers, as if straightening them and then again the waistband. Mrs Mills was stretching my knickers across my bottom. "Are you ready for you punishment, you naughty girl?" Asked Mrs Mills. "Yes, Mrs Mills," I answered, "please spank my bottom because I've been such a naughty little girl." I felt a thwack on my rear that was so sudden it made me jump and cry out. I was ready for the second one and my little grunt when it came was less than authentic, it seems. I heard Mr Mills whispering something to Mrs Mills, then Mrs Mills spoke again. "This isn't right, Sarah. It would be better if your knickers weren't in the way. We'll have to take your panties off." "No, no, Mrs Mills." I cried plaintively, "if you take my knickers down Mr Mills will be able to see my .. thing." "You're thing!" Mrs Mills mimicked. "You mean Mr Mills will be able to see your little cunt. Is that what you mean?" "Yes, Mrs Mills. If you take my knickers down Mr Mills will be able to see my cunt." I replied, almost giggling. There was a pause as if Mrs Mills was thinking. "I'll cover you with my hand so Mr Mills won't see your little cunt, Sarah." She said eventually. That was clever I thought. Then I felt Mrs Mills slip her fingers into the waistband of my knickers and start to slide them off my bum. The feel of her fingers and the cool air on my bottom and damp pussy made it all very exciting and Mrs Mills did it all ever so slowly. I knew Mr Mills would be looking down between my legs and in fact I could feel his prick jump when Mrs Mills pulled my panties past the tops of my thighs. "Are you sure Mr Mills can't see my cunt, Mrs Mills?" I asked with a little cry in my voice. "Mr Mills knows not to look at your cunt, Sarah. I will put my hand there in a minute and then he won't be able to see it." She replied. It seemed to take an age for her to slip my knickers off past my shoes but eventually I lay there across Mr Mills lap with my bare bum sticking up and the cool air brushing against my exposed sex. "Don't forget to put your hand over my cunt so Mr Mills can't see." I reminded her. I felt her hand slide slowly up the inside of my thigh and come to rest over my moist pussy. Her thumb rested against my bum hole and she gave it a little squeeze that gave me a squirmy feeling and I mewed a bit involuntarily. "There," she said, "Mrs Mills can't see your cunt now." Before I had time to say anything Mr Mills gave me another thwack on my bare cheeks. He wasn't holding back and it smarted quite a bit but at the same time Mrs Mills hand pressed against me and the mix of feelings gave me a deep thrill. He slapped me again leaving my skin tingling and stinging but again Mrs Mills hand pressed up against me and I felt her fingers slip between my lips. With every slap of Mr Mills' hands my bottom became less sensitive and my pussy became wetter and more receptive to Mrs Mills hand and wriggling fingers. While two of her fingers spread my lips apart a third slipped about in my sopping sex and around the edge of my hole. Her thumb still pressed against my twitching asshole, circling around. "I do believe young Sarah is getting turned on by your spanking, Mr Mills." I heard her say. "Her cunt is sopping wet." It didn't help that Mr Mills stiff rod was pressing and rubbing against my tummy and I could feel it slipping in his leaking cum. I was moaning as Mrs Mills attentions began to have a greater effect. Then I cried out loud as I felt her finger push into my leaking cunt as she started to masturbate me. "Oh, fuck me Mrs Mills, stick your finger up me. It feels so good." I started rambling. All the while Mr Mills rained blows upon my sore behind that were hardly noticed as Mrs Mills started pumping two fingers in and out of me. I tried pushing back against her but it wasn't easy from the position I was in but luckily she understood my wriggling and started pushing her fingers harder into my desperate, sucking cunt. Her thumb was now pressing harder and I could feel it starting to sink into my anus. "Oh, god, yes. Fuck my ass." I groaned as I felt her thumb push into my hole properly. "Mr Mills, I do believe Sarah is going to have a cum on my fingers." Mrs Mills said, her breath panting a little. "Yes, yes, oh god yes." I yelled as she finally took me over the edge. My body convulsed in its odd position, bucking against Mrs Mills invading fingers and thumb as they pounded into me. Mr Mills stopped smacking my bum and placed his hands on either cheek and pulled me apart watching his wife finger me. I could feel his hips move as he tried to rub himself against me. She kept me cumming for a good couple of minutes although it felt much longer. Then I felt her thumb pull out of me and her fingers slip from my clasping hole and massage my dripping slit as I came down from my orgasm. It was then Jan walked into the room. Sarah's Story Ch. 12 Jan stood there gawping for a good couple of minutes before she burst out "Mummy! Daddy! What the hell are you up to with Sarah?" Mrs Mills didn't seem in the least put out at just being caught with her daughter's best friend with her tits out and her knickers down spread over her husband's lap. "There's no need for language like that, you lady. Not in this house." Mrs Mills scolded her. "But Mummy, my best friend in lying across Daddy's lap with her knickers down." Jan protested. "Well, of course," reasoned Mrs Mills, "Sarah has been very naughty and we had to spank her. Didn't we always spank you when you were naughty?" "Yes, when I was little. Sarah and I are twenty two and why has she got her breasts out?" Continued Jan. "That's how she was naughty, Jan. She was teasing your father with her big tits bursting out of her blouse. It gave your father quite a big erection." "Mummy! It's getting worse and worse." Shrieked Jan. "And anyway I'm sure you've seen Sarah's tits and bum before, haven't you?" Mrs Mills said calmly. I thought, oh no, she's going to bring up the playing with each other bit. Jan shot a glance at me. I tried to shrug my shoulders but couldn't make it work from the position I was in. "You have looked at her, haven't you Jan? I'm not surprised if you have, she's such a pretty girl and has lovely big breasts and a nice big bum. I expect you've wanted to touch her too, Jan, haven't you?" There was a bit of a pause then Jan very quietly said, "Yes, Mummy." Mrs Mills went on, "I expect you have touched her, Jan, up in your room together for all those hours. Daddy and I often wondered what you were up to. Did you touch Sarah's big tits, squeeze and play with them, Jan?" Again quietly Jan responded, "Yes, Mummy." "And did you make her lift up her skirt so you could look at her knickers?" "Yes." "Daddy and I thought you did, Jan. It made Daddy very hard thinking about you playing with Sarah up in your room and making her lift up her skirt to look at her knickers." "Mummy, this is getting really bad now. You really ought to stop." Jan protested, her voice shaking a bit. "But you didn't stop, did you, Jan. You liked looking at Sarah showing you her knickers. I bet you could see the shape of her slit. Did it make you feel really nice seeing the shape of Sarah's slit under her knickers?" Jan was being brow beaten now and was starting to flush. I could always tell when she was getting worked up as she played with the hem of her skirt or the bottom of her top. She was playing with the hem of her skirt now. "Well, Jan," continued Mrs Mills, "did you enjoy looking at Sarah's slit through her tight knickers?" "Yes, Mummy. I liked it very much and it made me feel very nice, you know, down there." "You're beginning to feel nice 'down there' now aren't you Jan? Perhaps it would be nice if you showed Sarah your knickers too. Lift up your skirt and show Sarah your knickers, Jan." Jan hesitated for a moment still playing with the hem of her skirt. She looked down. "Don't be silly, Jan, it's nothing Daddy and I haven't seen before and Sarah has her knickers off and is showing her bum." Jan slowly twisted up the edge of the hem then I saw her take a deep breath and pulled her skirt up revealing a little pair of white panties with a lacy frill at the waistband. They were small and tight. "There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Soothed Mrs Mills. "I do think you might want to buy some bigger knickers, Jan. We can all see the shape of your slit." It was true; Jan's pants were so tight that they hugged the contours of her slit perfectly. It gave me a little twinge just looking at her. Jan went bright red. I know she had worn those panties for me. She knew how much I loved her having a camel toe and when we were out she'd flash me at every opportunity knowing how much it turned me on. She looked down as if to see for herself then up at her mother. "Come over here so we can sort you out, Jan." Commanded Mrs Mills. Jan dutifully approached her mother who was still standing behind me, her skirt still bunched up around her waist. She looked like a naughty little school girl about to be punished. From my position I could only see up as high as Jan's waist but it was high enough to watch Mrs Mills hook two fingers inside the leg band of her daughter's knickers and slide them inside pulling the material away from Jan's slit. Her fingers must have grazed Jan's lips because she jumped a bit and I heard her give out a little "Oh". "There, that's better." Confirmed Mrs Mills. "Mind you it's a bit silly because you can see all of Sarah's bum. She has a nice big bum don't you think, Jan?" "Mummy, this really isn't on." Whined Jan. "Oh come on Jan, I've just felt how wet you are under your knickers. I know just how much you are enjoying seeing Sarah's naked bottom." Snapped Mrs Mills. Jan hesitated again not really believing what was going on. It seemed like a dream to me too, a very naughty one. "Now, Sarah's just had a spanking, perhaps you ought to soothe her bum. Go and get the lotion from the bathroom." "Yes Mummy." Said a very cowed Jan. Jan left the room and I felt Mrs Mills hand on my bottom. "There, Sarah, Jan can soothe your sore bottom and Mr Mills and I can watch. You don't mind if we watch while Jan soothes your bottom with some nice lotion, do you?" I got the distinct impression I didn't have much choice. Both Mrs Mills and especially Mr Mills whose erection was still pressing into my tummy wanted to watch Jan and me play with each other and there wasn't going to be much we could do about it, apparently. So I decided to be naughty too. "No, Mrs Mills, I don't mind if you want to watch Jan stroke slippery lotion all over my bottom." "There's a good girl. Now stand up and take the rest of your clothes off. It will be much easier if you have all your clothes off." I almost giggled when I stood up because Mr Mills bit fat prick bounced up, sticking out of his dinner suit. It was all shiny. I felt something cool on my tummy and looked down to see it was slippery and shiny too where Mr Mills cock had been rubbing against me. I was rubbing my fingers through it when Jan came back in the room. "Hey, Jan, look. Your Daddy's already got some lotion on my tummy." I beamed at her. She scowled back, clearly embarrassed. "Hurry up Jan," I continued regardless, "my bottom's quite sore I and really need that lotion. You better take your clothes off too in case you get lotion all over them." Her glare at me couldn't be more pronounced but Mrs Mills chipped in that made it even worse. "Sarah's right, Jan. You don't want to get lotion all over your nice clothes. Perhaps Sarah can help you get undressed." That last bit was not so much a suggestion as a command. I was getting hornier by the minute and was only too happy to play along. I went over to her and took the lotion out of her hand and placed it on the table. "It'll be alright, Jan," I whispered to her, "it'll be fun, I promise." She didn't resist as I unbuttoned her blouse. Her large stiff nipples were already visible through the thin material; she never wore a bra when she was going out with me. I gently pushed the silky material off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. "See your nipples are rock hard. You're enjoying this already." I teased and gave them a little tweak making sure my back was to her parents so they couldn't see." "You're a bitch, Sarah. I'll hate you forever." She whispered back but I knew she didn't mean it. "Believe me you'll thank me for this." I went on. "She how hard your Dad is. He's dying to get up your hot cunt." "What are you two whispering about?" Called Mrs Mills. "It's rude to whisper in company." "Just having a bit of trouble with the catch on Jan's skirt." I answered back just as I let it drop to the floor revealing her tight little pants and hold up black stockings. "There you're ready now," I said handing Jan the bottle of lotion. I pulled up a chair and put my hands on the seat and leant forward a bit. This had the effect of pushing my bum back and up in the air. I made sure I was angled so that Mr Mills could see everything without being too obvious and parted my feet slightly. I heard a small groan from his direction so I knew I'd got it just right. "What are you waiting for, Jan?" Called Mrs Mills. "Hurry up and put that lotion on Sarah's bum." Jan placed her left hand on my back to steady herself then I felt the cold lotion squirt over the top portion of my bum. A little trickle started to roll down between my bum cheeks; it was exquisite torture. Then Jan put the bottle down and I felt her hand start to slowly traverse my wide smooth bottom. She focused on each cheek, rubbing the lotion in and purposely avoided going anywhere near the middle. "You're missing the middle bits, Jan." Warned Mrs Mills. "There's a dribble of lotion going down the middle bit." Jan hesitated for a minute then said, "But Mummy, that's Sarah's rude bits. I can't stroke her rude bits." "Jan, you're not a 10 year old," scolded Mrs Mills, "its going down over her bumhole and down to her cunt. Daddy and I want to see you put the lotion ALL over." "Yes, Mummy." Was all Jan could manage by way of reply. I felt her hand stroke over my bum again, deliciously all over it, then her fingers started to slide down between my cheeks. I felt her finger reach my puckered anus and she circled it with the tip of her finger and I groaned with anticipated pleasure. I heard another groan behind me and knew how closely Mr Mills was watching his daughter's finger as it pleasured my back entrance. I was squirming as she teased me round and round with her finger tip. Then her fingers moved down and found the bottom of my wet slit. I felt two fingers come into play as she spread my lips. "Is that what you wanted to see Mummy." Jan sounded defiant, fighting back now but Mrs Mills was still in charge. "Yes Jan, that's very good dear. Daddy can see her cunt hole now. Move your fingers up and down her slit and get her all worked up. Daddy will love that, won't you Mr Mills." I heard a grunt in response and it really make me feel all gooey thinking that Mr Mills was looking right at my open hole with his big thick prick straining. It was even more pleasurable when I felt Jan's fingers start to slide up and down my greasy slit, and bumping into my engorged clit every so often. It gave me even more of a jolt when I looked back under my right arm and saw that Mrs Mills had her hand around her husbands stiff pole and was stroking him as they both watched Jan masturbate me. Jan must have seen too as she upped the ante with "Do you want me to put my fingers up her cunt, Mummy?" "Oh yes, Jan, that will be very nice to watch you finger fuck Sarah's hot little cunt." I felt Jan's fingers work around the entrance then she pushed the full length of her fingers deep into my syrupy hole in one smooth movement. I gasped loudly as her fingers slid about inside me. I savoured the feeling of her fingers plunging in and out of me for a moment before looking back again at Mr and Mrs Mills. Mrs Mills was still stroking her husband cock but she had pulled up her dress and was stroking herself at the same time. The sight was erotic enough but when I looked back at Mr Mills prick it was gleaming in the light and Mrs Mills fingers were running with juices. I'm sure I'd never seen a man exude quite so much precum as Mr Mills. My tongue automatically ran around my lips. "Mr Mills has a very slippery prick." I gasped to Mrs Mills. "Yes, dear. He always did pump out lots of juice and now he's a bit older it seems to have got even worse." "It's getting on his suit trousers, Mrs Mills," I warned, "perhaps we ought to do something to clean him up a bit." "Perhaps you're right. I'll get a napkin." Smiled Mrs Mills. "Oh," I said, "I have another idea." "No!" I heard Jan squeak, knowing exactly what I had in mind. "No, Sarah, you can't. He's my Dad." "Silly." I said and pushed myself off the chair. I knelt down in front of Mr Mills and looked up at Mrs Mills. "Do you think Mr Mills would mind if I cleaned him up a bit with my tongue?" Mrs Mills smiled back, "I think that would be very nice of you, Sarah." Jan watched in horror as I leant forward and scooped my tongue up from the base of Mr Mills' prick up towards the tip running over Mrs Mills fingers that were still wrapped around the dripping shaft. I repeated the process a few time collecting his running juices from the length of his cock. "I'm not sure this is working very well, Mrs Mills." I said. "I think I'm going to have to suck it instead." Mrs Mills didn't say anything. Her eyes were bulging watching this young 22 year old lapping at her husband's stiff prick. She simply pointed his cock at my mouth and I saw her own mouth open slightly as if she was about to suck him by proxy. I closed my lips around the head and slid my mouth down as far as her fingers, running my tongue around it in the process. I worked back up the shaft followed by her hand and soon we had set up a rhythm with her pumping his leaking cock into my mouth. I felt Jan's hand slowly return to my pussy as she herself became used to the idea of me sucking on her father's rod. "That's right, Jan," I heard Mrs Mills say, "finger her while she sucks Daddy's big stiffy." "Mummy!" Jan exclaimed trying to sound shocked but her passion was beginning to seep through. I lifted my mouth off Mr Mills' prick while Mrs Mills continued to stroke him. "Come off it, Jan. Don't tell me you're not getting wet watching me suck it. I bet you wish it was you, really." "Sarah how could you." Jan wailed. I was unconvinced. "You're quite happy to turn your father on with two fingers up my cunt. Here taste him." I dared. I turned to her and placed my lips against hers. My tongue slipped between her lips as we kissed and I could feel her at first tentatively touch my tongue with hers then slowly she began sucking it, tasting her own father's juices. I broke away. "There, now taste him properly." I said pulling her head down towards her father's lap. "It's all right Jan. Daddy will love it. He's often fantasised about you and made me call him Daddy in bed." Mrs Mills said quietly. I tried not to look shocked as Mrs Mills encouraged her own daughter to suck her father's cock. Jan just looked blank, glancing from me to her mother and then looked down at the thick, shiny cock in front of her. Mrs Mills gathered her daughter to her and gave her a little kiss. She then pulled her naked body down over her lap easing her face down towards her father's prick. Everything went silent and it seemed like it happened in slow motion. Jan dropped her head some more. I ran my finger up Mr Mills cock and painted Jan's lips with her father's seeping juices. Her tongue slipped out and ran around her wet lips. Her head dipped some more and she enclosed her lips around her father's cock. Mr Mills let our a deep ecstatic groan and Mrs Mills and I gave a little audible gasp and Jan started to bob her head up and down as I had done. I reached under Jan and gently played with her small breasts and stiff nipples. I whispered into her ear "You're sucking your Daddy's prick." Her eyes flashed up at me for a moment and I saw nothing but unadulterated lust. Her head was bobbing up and down on his cock with no encouragement whatsoever and I could see her tongue working on his shaft while Mrs Mills pumped him into his daughter's mouth. Jan started moaning around the cock in her mouth and I looked up to see Mrs Mills hand working between Jan's bottom cheeks, stroking at her daughter's hot slit. We both knew that Jan was going to cum and Mrs Mills started to pump her fingers into Jan's hole brining her closer and closer to the edge. All of a sudden her head snapped back releasing Mr Mills hard prick, her body spasmed and she cried out in passion as she came on her mother's fingers. I took the opportunity of taking Mr Mills back in my mouth as he watched his daughter orgasm. I think he was fighting back a cum of his own because I felt extra amounts of his juice oozing onto my tongue. While Jan was still panting Mrs Mills leaned down to her and quietly said "I think it's time you sat on your Daddy's prick, darling. Will you do that for him? Let him put his big thick cock up your lovely tight cunt." Jan turned her head up to her mother and looked very serious. She was still breathing heavily when she eventually spoke. "Yes, Mummy. I want Daddy to put his cock up me and fuck me. I think I always have." I was honestly shocked. I thought she'd take much more convincing than that but I didn't want her changing her mind either. It would turn me on so much watching Jan get fucked by her Daddy so I acted quickly. "We'd best take Mr Mills' trousers down, Mrs Mills. We don't want them getting stained." "Yes, what a sensible girl you are Sarah. Give Mr Mills a hand with his fastenings and help him pull them down." I had undone his fastener and had managed to get him to lift his bum up so I could pull his trousers and underpants off when Jan started putting her leg across. She was so eager I had to have a little giggle to myself. She had her arms around his neck and started to kiss him passionately, their tongues entwined as I guided her down. Mrs Mills held his prick steady and I slipped two fingers into her slit to part her sex lips. "Push down on Daddy's cock, Jan" Mrs Mills told her. As Mr Mills' thick prick pushed her open Jan groaned. "Oh Daddy, your big hard prick is going up me. Oh, god Daddy, you're fucking me." Jan sunk down until all of her Daddy's cock was up inside her. She was moaning deliriously as she settled down moving her hips to get as much in as possible. I bent down and looked at the delicious sight. "Oh, Jan. Your Daddy's big prick is stuck right up inside your cunt." "Oh, Sarah, Mummy, it's wonderful." She gasped. "Good girl, Jan," replied Mrs Mills, "now start moving up and down and ride your Daddy's prick. Give it a good fucking." It was so bizarre to hear Mrs Mills encourage her daughter to fuck herself up and down on her father's prick, but at the same time it was so hot. Mrs Mills and I contented ourselves to run our hands all over Jan's plunging body. Sometimes playing with her small firm breasts and hard nipples, licking at her neck or feeling up between her bottom cheeks our fingers sliding around in the combined juices of the humping pair. Jan's movements became more pronounced and jerky and I sensed her impending orgasm. Her cries were getting louder and her language was ripe. "Oh my god, Daddy, I'm going to cum on your fucking cock. Daddy, I'm going to cum all over your beautiful prick." Mrs Mills leant over to me and quietly said, "Stick your finger up her bottom, Sarah." I smiled a naughty smile and pushed my finger down the crease between Jan's cheeks. My finger was already slick from feeling up Jan's slit and as I pressed it against her anus I felt it easily enter. I watched as Mrs Mills reached around between the two rutting lovers and start to rapidly finger Jan's clit. "Oh my god, that's it." Shouted Jan. "I'm going to fucking cum." I pushed my finger deep into her rectum as her body tensed and a fantastic orgasm wracked her frame. With a hand on each tit Mrs Mills and I teased her mercilessly while her body spasmed and shook and kept her at her peak until at last she collapsed on top of Mr Mills like a big rag doll. I could tell that Mr Mills was having trouble controlling himself; his hips were still trying to push his thick cock up his daughter. Sarah's Story Ch. 12 "Mr Mills seems to be a real stud." I said to Mrs Mills. "Yes, Sarah, he's very good at keeping going. Sometimes I think I'm just not enough for him and I like to let him play with other women. I just want to make him happy." "That includes letting him have Jan?" I asked. "We hadn't planned this." Mrs Mills sounded indignant. "I didn't know she would be here so soon. I think we were thinking that you might be persuaded to have him." Mr Mills had kept silent through the little games apart from grunting and moaning. He still didn't say anything but his hand slipped between my legs and his big fingers started to feel up and down my sopping slit. I had quite forgotten just how horny I was and started thinking how nice it would be to have his big cock up my cunt. "Mummy!" Jan suddenly perked up. "Don't you think it would be really sexy watching Daddy fuck Sarah, Jan?" Mrs Mills replied still stroking her daughter's firm breasts and squeezing her stiff nipples between finger and thumb. Jan groaned, her father's cock still gently stroking inside her cunt. "Oh Mummy, will Daddy really be able to fuck Sarah as well?" "With any luck Jan he'll have me for afters too." She chuckled. "Sarah, get down on the floor so Mr Mills can stick his big thick cock up you from behind." I didn't know what was happening any more I just felt I had to do what I was told. I found myself on my hands and knees on the carpet waiting for Jan to lift herself off her father and let his still stiff cock slide out of her pussy. It had a thick sheen of her juices coating it and I was truly shocked when Mrs Mills leaned forward and took it into her mouth, licking and slurping up the juices as she went. Still stroking his cock with her hand she looked up at his and said "You'd like to fuck Sarah now, wouldn't you, Mr Mills? Look she's all ready for you. Be a good boy and stick this nice big fat cock up her cunt." Mr Mills still didn't say anything but he let himself be led over to me and kneel down behind me. I felt Mrs Mills stroke the tip of his cock through my sopping sex slit and I moaned with pleasure. "See how much she wants it, Mr Mills. Watch, Jan as your father sticks his nice big cock up Sarah's cunt like he just did with you." Jan had collapsed on the sofa but was watching avidly. From her position she could clearly see her father's cock lined up with my pussy. I watched her lips part as Mrs Mills helped push Mr Mills forward and his thick prick spread my lips and stretched my pussy hole. I cried out. I couldn't help it; it was such a thick cock. As Mr Mills started long slow strokes into me Mrs Mills went and joined Jan on the sofa to watch the show. I found myself pushing back against his thrusts enjoying the immensely full sensation of his fat cock spearing me. Mrs Mills took her daughter's hand and lifted it onto her large buxom bosoms. "You'd like to play with Mummy's tits, wouldn't you Jan? I'm so horny after watching your father push his cock up you and now watching him fuck Sarah too." "Yes Mummy, let me play with your tits." I heard Jan sleepily respond. "Good girl. Undo Mummy's top and slip them out so you can play with them properly." "Yes, Mummy." She replied and I watched as she undid the buttons on the tight blouse revealing a big full bra. "I think you'll have to undo my bra and push it up out of the way." Mrs Mills said leaning forward to give her daughter access to the clip. I felt Mr Mills thrust deep into me as Jan pushed her mother's bra up and her big tits sagged out of the bottom. We were both watching as Jan weighed them both in her hands and Mrs Mills curled her arm around Jan's neck easing her forwards. "That's right, Jan, suck on Mummy's big thick nipples." Cooed Mrs Mills as Jan latched onto the big rubber teats. "Oh, my god." I moaned as Mr Mills thrusts became deeper and harder. "Finger her cunt, Jan." Jan flashed me a look, her mouth sucking hard on her mother's breasts. I saw her push her hand up Mrs Mills skirt, pushing it back as she went and exposing her thighs. Soon we were all able to gaze on Mrs Mills' heart shaped bush and her gaping sex. Jan ran her hand down across it and Mrs Mills spread her legs wide open to accommodate her daughter's stroking hand. "Push your fingers up her cunt." I urged as Mr Mills fingers dug into my hips and his big think cock began to pound my slurping sex hole. "Do as Sarah says, Jan." Moaned Mrs Mills. "My cunt needs to good fingering." I buried my head in the carpet as Mr Mills increased the rate of his thrusts. When I looked up Jan was pushing four fingers up her mother while sucking and biting her mother's great tits. I started creaming on Mr Mills cock, "Oh my god, Mr Mills. You're going to make me cum. Oh Mr Mills yea ... yea ... oh fuck yessss!" I screamed as he brought me over the edge. Through blurred vision I could see Mrs Mills humping up against Jan's hand and I heard her cum too through the blood pounding in my ears. Mr Mills pulled out of me leaving me to collapse on the carpet in a heap. I saw him stand up and go over to his wife. He grabbed hold of each thigh and pushed them right up to her ears. "Oh you big animal, Mr Mills." I heard her squeal. "You big lovely animal. Even after all these years you can still take on two young things and still have some left over for me. Oh what are you doing? Oh no, oh you dirty beast." For a second I though Mrs Mills was serious but she made no move to resist and I reckoned it was part of their games. From where I was lying I could see him forcing his big cock, still dripping with my sex juices, up against Mrs Mills brown ring. "Oh you dirty bastard." She went on. "I suppose my old cunt isn't tight enough for you after those two young things. Oh Mr Mills you're pushing it up my tight bumhole." I watched as he held his thick cock steady and slowly pushed it deep into Mrs Mills' back passage. She groaned deeply and her eyes rolled back in her head. I gathered enough energy to crawl over to where they were. I sprawled myself between Jan's legs and could see that she still had her hand up her mother's cunt. "Oh my god," I blurted out, "she taking it in both her holes." Jan looked down at me and smiled. "Join in." She said. I needed no second invitation. I leaned over and lifted one of Mrs Mills tits to my mouth and with my other hand reached down between Jan's thighs to fondle her wet sex. In return she closed her mouth around one of my hard nipples and sucked it into her mouth. Mrs Mills was crying out, moaning and using all sorts of naughty words as Mr Mills stroked his big fat cock in and out of her bumhole. I looked down and watched as Jan fingered her sopping cunt and the sight of his prick stretching Mrs Mills ass was quite intoxicating. "Oh, Mr Mills, fuck me, fuck my dirty bumhole. Use me as your nasty whore." She shouted. I turned to Jan who was concentrating on getting her thumb to grind against her mother's clit. "Get your Dad to spurt all over her tits. That will be so hot." I told her. Jan smiled at my naughty suggestion. "Will you Daddy? Please. Spurt over Mummy's big floppy breasts and cover them with your lovely hot cum." "Oh, yes, Mr Mills," joined in Mrs Mills, "let the girls see how much spunk you squirt. Oh my, oh my ... Mr Mills you're making me cum. Stick it right up me now." Mr Mills buried his cock to the hilt in Mrs Mills hot rectum as she went into spasm. He stayed there forcing himself against her as she came and came again. Only when she was starting to diminish did he pull his prick out of her and push it forward. Jan wrapped her slender fingers around the shaft and started to stroke him swiftly while I gathered up Mrs Mills tits and massaged them together. "Oh Mr Mills, do it, do it." Moaned Mrs Mills. "Spurt all over my big floppy tits." I looked up at Mr Mills face, tearing my eyes away from his leaking slippery cock for a moment. His eyes were scrunched up and I could tell he was straining, enjoying every moment of his young daughter rubbing his cock. He started to make a growling sound that got louder and louder until it turned to a deafening roar. "Oh, oh, oh." Cried Mrs Mills in anticipation. "He's going to spurt." No sooner had she said it Mr Mills' fat prick got even fatter and a long rope of grey-white sperm shot from the end. It was a good shot and got Mrs Mills right in the cleavage and started running down between her tits. I rubbed them together making a little slurping sound. Another squirt splashed over the right breast near the nipple and some fell across my hand. More and more spurted out coating her big tits in the gloopy liquid. I counted at least five good spurts before his cock just started to sort of leak it out. Jan gave her father's prick one last squeeze to get the last drop out. I jealously watched as she flicked it off the end with her tongue. She then transferred her attention to her mother's tits and started to rub the sticky mess into the expanse of flabby flesh. I followed her lead until all of her tits were glistening with silvery streaks of drying cum. I couldn't resist using my tongue on her nipples to taste a little of Mr Mills' seed. While we still gently massaged her big tits Mrs Mills put her arms around the pair of us and hugged us. "Thank you girls. Thank you for helping Mr Mills out like that. He's impossible if he isn't properly satisfied." She said. "I can't believe Daddy managed to fuck all three of us and he had so much cum too." Jan smiled. "Yes, your father is a real stud. You should have seen him when he was younger. He used to fuck all the time. That's when I learned I needed to share him out with my friends and sometime complete strangers. Age has slowed him down a bit, thank heavens." She chuckled. I looked at Jan who seemed quite contented. I couldn't help wondering what on earth would come next or how they'd all feel in the cold light of day.