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The New Mysteries Ch. 01

By: The_Darkness



Quieted moans of pleasure filled the dimly lit bedroom, mingling in the air with the wet sounds of sex. The smells of pleasure filtered about the room, with the scent of creaming pussy mixing with the odor of previously shot cum.

“Oh my god,” woman as she rose up, back arching, her long hair flailing back with her movement. Its golden tones shimmered in the candlelight, cascading down her back as she leaned forward on to her lover below. “Oh god, you feel so good inside me,” she said, raising her hips rhythmically, enjoying the throbbing feeling of the thick cock in her belly.

“Deep inside you,” whispered her lover. He thrust up inside her, his strong back arching and lifting her nearly a foot off the bed.

“Oooh!” she moaned loudly. Her fingertips raked down his well-muscled chest, leaving red trails in their wake. “Oh god, I love it when you do that,” she cooed. He laughed gently and reached up to fondle her voluptuous, firm breasts. His thumbs played with her nipples and their heaving bodies kept colliding messily in the near darkness.

The man grabbed the young woman’s waist, his huge hands nearly encompassing the entire diameter. He pulled her down onto his stiff cock, burying it as deep as he could and rolled her over to take top. He slid slowly and easily into her, his cock popping out of her at the end of every stroke, her juicing pussy trying to slurp his thick manhood back into her womb. At the bottom of each tenderly slow stroke, his cock buried itself to the hilt in her slippery velvet vice.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” she moaned quietly, her back arching up off the bed.

“That’s the idea,” he whispered, his lips caressing her neck, his tongue flicking down it softly. She moaned again, and he could feel her pussy start to spasm around his thick cock.

“I’m cumming, oh my god, I’m cumming!” she moaned harder, her hands grabbing the sheets tightly. His mouth met hers to cover up the scream that he knew all to well to be coming. The scream came, and her tongue mingled with his in a passionate kiss. Her juices flooded out around his cock, squirting noisily onto his crotch and coating their thighs. Three powerful gushes of cum shot from her hot pink box, soaking the sheets below them, as well. The man kept pumping away through her orgasm, her body shaking violently each time his cock nearly left her pussy, and each time it was completely swallowed up by it.

“I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, driving deeper and faster, their bodies slapping together wetly.

“Oh god, don’t cum in my cunt,” the woman said breathlessly, still shaking from the cum that she just had. “I want to taste us,” she said again, her eyes burning with passion. They rolled over again, sweaty bodies almost becoming one in the move. She was again on top, and her still quaking body rode his cock twice more before she dismounted, her body swinging over his. His hands reached her turgid nipples and her tongue hit his massive, dripping mushroom at the same time. She swung her tanned leg over his head and lowered her still dripping box to his mouth as her mouth engulfed his proud testament to manhood. 

The young man’s tongue flicked her clit quickly and then made an achingly slow circle all around her inner folds. He slowly circled in on her hot pink hole with just the tip of his tongue, flicking across her clit twice in the process.

She sucked his head like a baby on a bottle. Her lips just barely covered the tip and her tongue worked it over for all she was worth. His tonguing made her feel the rush of another orgasm, building quickly, starting at the tips over her toes and flushing over her body like a hurricane.

“Gonna cum,” he moaned lowly as his lips locked onto her clit and his tongue caressed and teased it as fast as he could. His bass voice sent shivers down her spine and she squirted a tiny bit of cum as her body convulsed. That was all she needed to start moaning and deep-throating him all at the same time. His cock erupted like Vesuvius and she started pumping her mouth around his organ like a woman dying of thirst. Her box also flooded for the fourth time that day, and her juices gushed forth from her steaming pink pussy. The little shot before told him that it wasn’t going to be long and he locked his mouth entirely around her mound, his tongue still working in her hot hole like a jackhammer. They drank each other, moaning into each other’s sexes, both convulsing slightly from the hard cum they shared with each other.

“Kids!” came a voice from somewhere outside the door.

“Yes, Mother?” they both rang simultaneously, dislodging their mouths and tongues from each other.

“Kids, your father and I have to go now. If you need anything, you know who to call,” their mom called back up the stairs.

“Okay, Mom!” rang the girl’s voice. Her brother took the opportunity to start tongue lashing his sister again, diving into her golden haired honey well and licking her into oblivion. 

“Sara,” her mom yelled again. She clamped her thighs shut and he stopped.

“Yes mom?” she asked after taking a second to catch her breath. Her brother could still hit her dripping cunt with the very tip of his tongue and was tickling her slit.

“Don’t forget to get a hold of Jade. She called right before you two got home from school.”

“Okay, mom. Bye-bye, have fun!” her husky voice called back down the stairs. They heard the front door open and close and the car doors open and close. The car started and drove off down the street.

“We’re gonna get caught fuckin' one of these days if you aren’t careful, Max,” Sara said, letting his head go and feeling his tongue slide slowly back into her waiting pussy.

“Yeah, probably, but it’s so much fun. Besides, we’re already 19, what are they gonna do, ground us for fucking each other?” Max asked between licks.

“Ooh, don’t stop, make me cum again,” she moaned out lowly. His tongue picked up speed and his hands grabbed her inner thighs, spreading her legs and his fingers spreading her pussy lips at the same time. 

“I love the taste of your blonde box, Sara,” he said lowly. His lips locked around her clit and sucked it gently, his tongue teasing it.

“Oh, keep talking, I can feel it, I can feel it starting, keep telling me what you like,” she moaned out, her tongue tracing around hair covered balls. He moaned, the vibrations of his lips on her clit almost sending her over the edge.

“I want you to cum, I love the taste of your cunt, I love drinking your juices,” he moaned into her slit, his tongue making loops, going from her clit to as deep inside her pussy as it would go, and then back out.

“I’m gonna cum!” she shouted, her voice husky and hurried. He could feel her heart beating in her wetness; her mouth was keeping time with it as she swallowed his cock to the hilt.

“Cum on me, cover me with your sweet cum,” he moaned, his tongue moving impossibly fast over her achingly hot clit. He got his reward and she showered him in her cunt juice, three powerful surges shot from her pussy, cover his face, his mouth, his neck, getting into his hair, even running over his back and chest. Max’s tongue still worked her during her orgasm, her body shaking heavily, her mouth and tongue making love to his cock, desperately trying to get him to cum again. She knew he wouldn’t now, but she knew he would later tonight.

“Oh that was so good,” she moaned happily as he rolled her over on her side. He got up off the bed and looked down at himself. He was a mess, covered with her cum almost as much as she was.

“I think we need to take a shower,” Max said laughing softly, stroking his sister’s cum covered thighs. She kept softly stroking his cock and giggled, her other hand moving down to his and pulling it away from her still quivering pussy.

“Separate showers, silly. Much as I love fucking you, we do have other people to see tonight,” she said huskily. She moved closer and straddled his lap, his throbbing cock resting against her pussy lips. “We do have all night you know.”

Max rocked his meat against his sister’s open cunt, her juices still flowing slowly. “That’s true,” he said, his hands on her hips. He let her go and she swung her leg slowly over him, giving him an excellent look at her inviting sex. He slapped her ass playfully as she moved off the bed and swung her hips out the room.

They showered, separately to their mutual displeasure, and got dressed.

“Hey, sis?” Max’s voice rang as he pulled on his pants. She wandered into his room, still brushing her teeth, wearing a tight short black dress which showed almost all of her legs and a good share of her cleavage. “God I love that dress,” Max said, walking over to her and slowly zipping his pants up. He nuzzled her neck softly and his roaming hands discovered quickly that she wasn’t wearing a bra or underwear. She giggled softly.

Max’s fingers rubbed her slit, which was dry until he started doing that. She laughed again and spun out of his grasp, retreating to the bathroom to finish brushing.

“Holy shit, Sara, what are you and Jade doing tonight?” Max asked, licking her nectar of his finger.

“Same thing we do every night we go out.”

“And that would be?”

“Ride the strip and strip, duh,” she responded matter of factly.

“You’re gonna get caught one of these days and they're gonna tell mom and dad,” Max said, a tone of caution in his voice. She sexily walked back into his room as he put some cologne on and stood with her legs parted slightly. He turned to look at her and she ran her fingers up her sides, her nipples jutting out like miniature rockets. She pinched them slightly through the dress and her hands trailed slowly down to the hem of her skirt and lifted it a mere two inches, showing her blonde bush nestled between her tanned thighs.

“Gee officer, I don’t think my parents would like it if you had to call them at this time of night. I know I’ve been bad,” she said, one hand going up to her breasts, the other separating her pussy lips and opening her delicate pink flower. “So why don’t you just show me and my friend what happens to bad girls when you catch them?” she continued, sinking two fingers entirely up her wet hole. She kept fingering herself slowly, giggling.

“Looks like you’ve done that before,” Max said, practically drooling.

“Uh-huh. Arnold goes for it the most.”

“Officer Arnold, that hot little black chick with the huge tits?” Max almost choked.

“Yeah,” she moaned, working her pussy and tits over, trying to get herself to cum. “Oh you should see the things that she can do with her tongue,” she moaned out again. Max couldn’t help it; she was practically begging to get fucked again. He picked his sister up and tossed her to the bed.

“Oh, now Max, what are you going to do?” she asked, sucking lightly on a finger and still frigging her cunt. 

“We can’t have your clean dress getting anything on it,” Max said and began sucking on her pussy lips. His tongue worked the very entrance of her hole gently while massaging his sister’s clit with its tip.

“If you keep doing that,” she moaned breathlessly, “you’ll make my cunt gush like a garden hose!”

“That’s the idea,” he said and engulfed her mound with his mouth and flicked her clit as hard and as fast as he could. She screamed and her voice would have woken the neighbors had they had any. Her pussy flooded with her juice again, gushing her hot honey into her brother’s waiting mouth. His tongue kept flicking through her orgasm, causing splash after splash of her cum to spray down his throat.

"Oh Jesus am I late," she breathed as soon as she regained her senses. Max looked over his shoulder and saw the bright blue display of his sister's alarm clock. It was 9:15. "I'd better get going, I was supposed to meet Jade at the Dairy Faerie 15 minutes ago!" She tried to swing her legs free of her brother's head, but his hands gripped her thighs tight. "Max, let me go!" she giggled, trying to get free. Max's tongue took a long slow lick from Sara's puckered little ass to the top of her slit and then once around her clit.

"Max…please let me gooooohhhh my god," she purred, her pussy still oozing its gooey fuck nectar. "Max come on, pleeeeeease stop," she begged. Max took another slow lick; this time his tongue rimmed her hole before taking a lap around her clit.

"I suppose," he said, a tone of disappointment in his voice. He stood up, flipped her over quickly and playfully spanked her ass. She took in a sharp breath in surprise and rolled off the bed. He sat on the bed as she stood up and pulled her dress down. She checked herself over quickly.

"Oh Max, damnit, you made cum leak down my legs. You know how I hate that," she said, the sarcasm dripping from her voice like the honey dripping from her cunt.

"I know, I'm such a bastard," Max smirked. Sara pushed on her brother's head and he fell back onto the bed as she swayed out of the room.

"Now don't you and Jess have too much fun. If she's pissed off that you smell like pussy, you send her to me and I'll straighten her right out," Sara said as she walked down the hall.

"I've watched you two go at each other, and there's nothing straight about it. It's just a mass of writhing tongues, fingers, and those monstrous dildos that you two fuck each other into oblivion with," Max yelled after her sister as she walked down the stairs. 

"You just wish you could make her scream like I can!" Sara yelled back up as she opened the door and walked through.

"You'd be lucky to make her--" Max started but the slamming of the front door cut him off. "Damn I hate it when she does that," Max muttered and finished straightening up, not bothering to wipe his sister's cum off his neck and face.

The New Mysteries Ch. 02



Sara pulled her silver BMW into the lot of the Dairy Faerie and quickly got out, pushing the hem of her dress down her legs as she stood, smoothing it at the same time. She looked at the radio and the time was 9:30.

"Jesus, I'm late," she mumbled to herself and went inside. The cold of the building turned Sara's nipples hard instantly, looking like little bullets sticking out of her dress, dangerously close to its plunging neckline. A delicious chill ran through her body, starting at her nipples and ending in her rapidly re-heating cunt. The lick of the cool air inside the ice cream shop on the outside of her pussy lips mingled deliciously with the re-awakening heat within it. Instantly it started to juice and the only thing Sara could do was enjoy the feeling as she walked to the only booth in the shop with someone sitting in it. She slid in and looked at the black haired beauty across from her.

"So, what's the excuse this time?" Jade asked, still not looking up from the paper she was reading. Sara looked at her face, marveling as always in the odd beauty that made her friend. Her half-Asian heritage was more than evident in her long silky black hair and pale skin, but the green eyes she inherited from her father. She was wearing green tonight, the same color green as her eyes. Sara caught herself licking her lips instead of answering.

"Oh, the excuse this time…well, you see--" Sara stammered, noticing that her body temperature was heating up nicely, just as it always did when she was alone with Jade.

"This time was the same as last time, you were too busy fucking your brother, weren't you," Jade said matter of factly, looking up and looking at Sara. Those green gems met with Sara's deep blue pools and they could both feel their temperatures rise. "Not that I can blame you, I didn't mind having my pussy pounded by that rod he's got when we were dating, either."

"I'd hardly call what you two did 'dating,' Jade," Sara mumbled.

"I'm sorry, what was that? Talking back to me?" Jade asked straightly. She already knew the answer and Sara dipped her head, her blond hair cascading forward to completely hide her face.

"I was mistaken, I am sorry."

"And you should be. Now I'll have to figure out a way to punish you for that, too. It's bad enough you have to be disciplined for being late, and the reason, tsk tsk tsk. Why my dear Sara, what would the Office of Human Services do if they knew you'd been fucking your twin brother for the last year?" Jade went back to reading her paper as she was speaking. Sara started blushing harder and harder. She hated it when Jade talked to her like that and threatened to tell someone about her and Max, but at the same time it thrilled her to be talked to like that, and she'd never understood why. Sara wasn't submissive for anyone else; there was just something about Jade that made her feel the way she did.

"I'm sorry," Sara said again, still looking down, still blushing, her pussy starting to boil over with juice. "What shall I do for you to make it up?"

"Eat your sundae," Jade said matter of factly as ever. Sara looked around and saw nothing on the table except the napkin dispenser, Jade's paper, and Jade sitting across from her.

"But….where?"

"It's in its dish. Lick it up, no spoon for you. When you're done eating it, we'll leave and have some fun."

Sara was slightly confused. Jade had never made her do anything like this before, and if there was something sexual involved, Jade had never made Sara do anything to her in public before. But then again, the tablecloths in the Dairy Faerie were awfully long…

"Get under the table and eat your sundae. You won't be told again." Sara looked around quickly and nervously. The only two people working were busy taking orders at the windows and the people outside were concentrating on the menus, nobody was looking. Sara slid under the table and her thoughts were confirmed. Right between Jade's legs lay Sara's sundae. As Sara slid closer, Jade opened her legs farther, straightening herself out from all other appearances. Jade's pussy opened and there it was; chocolate syrup drizzled all over her lips, caramel inside, and rapidly melting ice cream drizzling out of her hole around part of a banana.

"I think I could get used to this sort of thing," Sara moaned just loud enough for Jade to hear as her tongue snaked out of her mouth and slowly licked the chocolate from Jade's outer pussy lips. Jade stifled a moan and Sara heard her straighten her newspaper out on top of the table.

"So could I. Don't tease me, though. Get that ice cream out of my cunt before I cum it out. You know what cold does to me down there." Sara moved to start licking the vanilla-pussy flavored melting ice cream from around the banana. She knew very well that cold turned Jade on and that's the main reason they kept meeting here. 

"I love this flavor," Sara mumbled, taking a slow turn around the banana and going up to Jade's clit where the chocolate and caramel were starting to mix together. "Could there be a cherry and some whipped cream next time?" she implored, nibbling on the banana, pulling it slowly out of Jade's pussy with a surge of ice cream coming out with it.

"You already ate my cherry for my 20th birthday," Jade said taking in a sharp breath. "Besides that, you've eaten your brother's cream from me after we'd just fucked, and that cream was definitely whipped." Jade moaned, her eyes shutting slightly and her legs parting even farther. Sara was slowly fucking her with her mouth, moving the banana in and out of her like a soft skinny cock. Jade could hear the sloppy sounds it made as it forced the now melted vanilla ice cream out of her pussy. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud, but she dropped the paper she was "reading" and one of the employees turned to see what was going on.

"Oh god, you're gonna make me scream," Jade moaned looking down into the tangle of blonde hair between her legs as Sara lapped more of the caramel off her clit. It was all Jade could do to not clench her pussy around the banana and turn it into mush. She didn't want to have too much of a mess in her crotch, not yet, anyway. Jade looked up to see the employee come out from behind the counter and walk over to the table. Sara was too busy to notice, taking another quarter inch nibble off the banana and licking more of the ice cream slush from her mistress's box.

"Mistress didn't say stop," Sara said as she grabbed the banana with her lips and started fucking Jade with the last three inches of it, nearly pulling it out before burying herself nose deep in the still-caramel covered inner folds of her oriental friend.

"Mistress did say to stop talking, though, and now you'll be punished. Don’t stop eating, pull your dress up the rest of the way over your ass and put it against the seat. I've told you to stop talking back," Jade said in a quiet tone, trying to not let her lips move as she spoke. The employee was getting awfully close.

"Something wrong over here?" He asked as he picked up the paper. He couldn't see the blond hair streaming across Jade's lap and missed the hands and knees visible under the table. Jade suppressed a moan and bit her lip, looking at the kid in the Dairy Faerie uniform with her eyes half closed and glazed over.

"I thought I told you not to come over here. Wasn't the 50 dollars enough for you?" Jade said, her eyes flashing between anger and lust. The employee looked confused for an instant and then he understood everything.

"I thought I saw someone come in here. Is he enjoying the sundae?" the kid asked, leaning forward to look at Jade's lap. His eyes lit up and nearly popped out of his head when he saw the back of Sara's head working over Jade's box, still fucking her with the little stub of banana. Sara never let up on Jade's pussy, not even for a second. Ever for the last few seconds she'd been moving between fucking Jade's sweet hot hole with the fruit and licking the rest of the caramel off her clit, cleaning up the rest of her pussy as well.

"Nobody's cum in here yet," Jade said seductively. "But this little slave is getting punished, and she needs moooooooorrrrrroooooooh my god," Jade purred out as she finally came into Sara's mouth. Jade's pussy started to convulse and Sara nibbled what was left of the banana slowly out of her hole just as Jade's cunt started to crush down on it. The rest of the ice cream squeezed out of Jade's hot pink box in a white gush and her slit got instantly hotter and wetter. That's what Sara loved the most about Jade; when she came, she didn't gush cum all over the place which meant that they could fuck anywhere any time, and not have to be too careful. Jade grabbed on to the table, bit her lip and tried not to scream as her pussy kept spasaming around Sara's tongue.

"Okay, so one of us has," Jade panted as she came down from her orgasm. "But there's still two people here," Jade said. The employee just stared at Jade, never taking his eyes off hers. A devious grin spread deliciously across her lips. Sara heard what she said and stopped licking.

"You," she said, grabbing a handful of hair in her lap and tugging, "have been a bad girl, and I told you that you're getting punished," Jade whispered. Sara let out a whimper and started eating Jade's pussy with a vengeance, licking the rest of the chocolate from her outer lips and battering her clit with the tip of her rapidly flicking tongue.

"You, have seen too much, but you're not going to talk, are you?" Jade said, reaching out and stroking employee's bulge through his pants and apron. He shook his head and shuddered at her touch. "My, my, you are a big boy, aren't you. Why don't you get a dish and come back to the table for some incentive to keep your mouth shut?" Jade asked, panting from the assault on her pussy. The kid wasn't gone 5 seconds, as he seemed to fly to the dishes and returned.

"You," Jade said, pulling Sara's face tighter against her pussy as she slouched further in the seat, "will learn to listen to Mistress. Mistress will not allow anything bad to happen to you, but you have to listen to her when she speaks." Sara looked up from Jade's crotch and smiled.

"Yes mistress," she moaned lustfully and then went back to eating Jade's box.

"Good, you brought the cup. Take your cock out and sit down." The kid didn't need to be told twice. He unbuttoned his fly and pulled his zipper down as he sat, his hardening prick sticking a good 7 inches up out of his pants. Jade's eyes rolled back and she came again, her pussy convulsing around Sara's tongue as it slowly curled and twisted inside her. Sara lapped up the rest of the chocolate off Jade's pussy and went to the little tuft of silky black pubes above her slit and cleaned the chocolate out of it.

Jade, with a moment to sit and think with her cunt not being assaulted opened her eyes and looked the kid in the eyes.

"What's your name?" she asked, licking her lips.

"Matt," he replied as his throat went dry.

"Matt, what I want you to do is put one leg on each side of my slave's ass and slide your dick into her pussy. I think you'll find it very wet right now." Sara stopped nuzzling Jade's sex and looked up. "I told you that you would be punished for talking out of turn. Now get back to eating and keep doing what I tell you." Sara dove back into Jade's pussy, making slow circles around the inner folds of her Mistress's wet little Asian pussy and waiting for Matt to get in position.

"Matt, you are not to move, just smile and nod, act like you're trying to pick me up. My slave will do all the work for you." Matt, good to Jade's directions put his dick at the opening of Sara's slit and slid forward to the edge of the seat. Sara immediately slid back, taking all that she could in her sloppy pussy. She locked her lips around Jade's clit and moaned as most of the 7 inches of Matt's cock slipped neatly inside her.

"She does get wet, doesn't she?" Matt asked  "Does eating her Mistress's pussy always get your slave this hot?" Sara moaned again and started writhing under the table, moving her pussy around the cock and making slow circles around Jade's pussy, flicking her entrance and her clit when she came to them.

"You have no idea," Jade said and sighed. "Stop fucking him like that, slave, you're losing contact on my clit. Milk his cock with your pussy." Sara straightened herself and started a slow fucking of Jade's cunt with her tongue, pushing it in slowly and pulling it out slower, flicking and twisting the tip of her tongue. She also started rhythmically squeezing Matt's cock with her pussy, moving slowly up the shaft to the head buried in her womb.

"Oh my god, she's good. I'm gonna cum already from this," Matt said, his hands turning into fists and concentrating on not blowing his wad.

"Good. When you cum, cum into that cunt you're in. Spray her with your jizz," Jade said, leaning back and letting out a low growl as Sara buried her tongue in Jade's pussy and started gently rubbing her g-spot with its tip. "You have no idea what she's doing to me," Jade moaned out softly.

"Tell me then, tell me what she's doing to you," Matt said, moving his hands down to Sara's ass and squeezing it.

"She's got her tongue in my pussy and she's twisting it around, moving it innnnnn and ooooouut so nice and slow," Jade said, one of her hands moving to the back of Sara's head to push her tighter up against her crotch. She brought her head back up and looked Matt in the eyes. "Oh Matt, she's gonna make me cum. I've already cum twice because of her tongue, oooooooh my god she's good at this."

Matt's breath started to get ragged, his face started to turn red, and thin beads of sweat started forming on his brow. Jade noticed all of this.

"Oh Matt, she's flicking my clit now, she's got it between her teeth and is pulling on it softly. I can feel the sharp edged of her teeth and the feathery softness of her tongue and it's soooooo good. We should both cum together, shouldn't we Matt."

Matt simply nodded and swallowed hard.

"You'll be a good boy and not cum until I tell you to, right, Matt? You wouldn't want me to have to punish you for being disobedient."

"No, I won't cum yet," Matt strained. Sara picked up speed on squeezing his cock and was slowly arching her back, letting a little bit of him slide out of her cunt and then pulling it back in. It was taking everything he had to not cum; and then Sara drove him over the edge. She started fluttering her muscles around his cock head buried inside her hot, dripping pussy.

"Oh god, oh gooooood," Matt moaned softly as his cream exploded from his balls and splashed deep inside of Sara's pussy. Six strong bursts filled her completely, and with each burst she felt, Sara pulled forward just a little, wanting to hold onto all of the cum she could.

"Matt, you were bad and came first," moaned Jade as her orgasm took over her senses for the 3rd time. "Matt…..cup….slave's puuuuussy…..make her….cuuuuuhhhhhmmmm," Jade moaned as Sara kept nibbling Jade's clit, pulling on it with her lips and sucking on it. Matt grabbed the cup from the table and put it under Sara's drooling box and slowly pulled his softening cock out. He saw Sara's pussy open up wide, showing all of her pink gash and the pool of his cum in her still open and freshly fucked hole. She closed and opened it for him a couple of times, and then she slowly pushed the cum out, running down her pussy and dripping off her pronounced clit into the cup that Matt held shaking in his hand.

"Slave, cum. You've been good and didn't complain through your punishment and you have made your Mistress happy," Jade said, her cunt still getting slowly licked from top to bottom. Matt's eyes stayed locked on Sara's cunt as she reached back and very softly flicked her clit.

A few gentle rubs was all it took to set her off. Between eating Jade's pussy in public, eating ice cream out of Jade's pussy, the fucking that Max had given her, the fucking that she just gave herself on Matt's cock, and the cold, a warm breeze would have made her gush. 

Matt got an eyeful as he saw her pussy open up a little farther and three strong, gushing squirts of clear pussy juice shot into the cup. After the first two, Matt just put the cup against her mound and listened to Sara's hot girl juice splash against the inside of the cop. After a few seconds, he moved the cup away so he could look at Sara's hot box again and saw her pussy still dripping fuck juice.

"Slave, get out from under there. No one is looking but us." Sara crawled out from under the table and looked at Matt. His eyes started at her feet, moved up her tanned legs to the junction of her cum slicked-thighs and saw her blonde bush dripping with her own cum, her pussy still split open and little drips leaving the center, splattering to the floor. Her nipples were hard as rocks, standing out from her slightly visible pink areola just over the bust line of her dress. His eyes kept moving up to the disheveled blonde hair, the tips of her bangs wet from her Mistress's cum, some had ice cream dangling from them and a little bit of chocolate. He continued up her face and saw a little bit of caramel on the tip of her nose, and her glazed blue eyes, staring at his crotch. Matt looked down and didn't even know he was hard again. "Pull down your dress, you're in public," Jade clucked. Sara smoothed her dress down her sides, but at the same time pulled it down so that her nipples were showing instead of her pussy. Jade nodded her approval.

"We don't need you anymore, Matt. Thank you for helping my punish my slave. Stand up," she said, switching her view to Matt. "Slave, he can't return to work covered in your cum. Clean that off for him."

Sara knelt and quickly took his entire length down her throat, her long tongue snaking out to lick the sweat and cum off his sack. Then, as quickly as she deep-throated him, she pulled off. She did flick his head quickly with her tongue as she stood back up, though, making Matt shiver a little.

"I said you would be punished, Matt, because you came before I said you could. Because of that, you will wait here after work for us to get back from cruising. Do you have a key to get in here?" Jade said in an even tone. Matt only nodded.

"Good. Stuff that cock back in your pants and be hard when we come back," Jade said and started to stand up. "Slave, drink your reward," Jade said and pulled her emerald dress over the tops of her thighs, but not without letting Matt have a good look at the pussy he eagerly stuffed with ice cream and toppings not 20 minutes ago. Sara smiled and took the cup from Matt's hand. She turned sideway so he could watch the mix of their fuck juice slowly pour into her mouth. She held the cup six inches away from her mouth and slowly tilted it toward her, letting the good half-cup of cum hit her in the face, splattering and running down her chin before she aimed for her mouth. Her tongue played blissfully in the rain of cum that she was receiving, and Sara started moaning softly as her mouth filled.

When the cup was empty, she crumpled it, turned to Matt with her mouth wide open so he could see the cum swish around her tongue and over her teeth. She closed her mouth a little and swallowed, letting a little of it leak out around her lips, joining the rest of the cum running slowly down her neck and to her breasts.

"MMmmm. My favorite part of fucking," she said, moving up next to Matt. Her hand brushed his crotch and she felt a wet spot on his pants. "Oh….Mistress, I made him cum again," Sara said, still rubbing his crotch which was rapidly rehardening. Matt had just been standing there, his mouth open, watching the show put on for him.

Jade looked down at his pants and saw the dark spot on the front of them. She shook her head disapprovingly.




The New Mysteries Ch. 02



"If you cum like that tonight, I'm going to slap your balls until they turn blue," Jade said, walking up next to him. She rubbed her tits against his arm and joined Sara's hand at his crotch. "And you wouldn't want that, would you."

Matt shook his head, Jade giggled, and she and Sara walked to the door, their asses swaying for Matt. Matt walked back to the counter.

"Dude, I'm going to the bathroom."

"What the fuck were you doing back there, it's been busy as shit!"

"Dude, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." 

The girls walked out the front door, still giggling. They got in Jade's Jeep and started down the road. 

Sara looked down at her dress as they pulled up to a red light to get onto the main strip. 

"Oh man, Max didn't want me getting cum on my dress," she said, looking down at the obvious white stain at the top. She laughed and so did Jade when she looked. Jade reached over and pulled a little harder on the top of the dress, letting more of Sara's nipples stick out and a good share of her tanned tits. Jade looked over and licked her lips.

"How do you tan without getting tan-lines?" she asked, shifting the Jeep and pulling into traffic.

"I just tan in the nude in the yard. We live out of town, it's no big deal," Sara said, adjusting her dress up. She put one leg over the side of the door and the other over Jade's lap. "See, no tan-lines on the pussy, either. Just a thick, well trimmed blonde bush."

"And a rare one at that, my little fuck toy. You're lucky," Jade said and began stroking Sara's furry mound. "I just like that I didn't have to train you to shave the hair off the sides of your pussy."

"Nope, that was all Max," Sara moaned. She knew that anyone could see what was going on with the small doors on the Jeep and the top off.

"Speaking of Max, where was he going tonight?" Jade asked.

"He was going to spend time with Jess, I thought," Sara moaned and spread her legs wider, holding on to the roll cage for support.

"No he didn't, she's out of town with her sorority this weekend," Jade said. Sara heard her, but she was enjoying the petting too much to care.



The New Mysteries Ch. 03



Max's black Chevy pulled into his girlfriend's drive and he shut the lights off. He was nervous for what he was about to do.

"Max," he said to himself, looking into his rearview mirror, "You'd better be right about this." Max took a deep breath and got out of the car, moving at a steady, confident pace up to the front door of his girlfriend's farmhouse. There were only two lights on; the light in the den and the yard light.

Max knew that Jess was out of the city with her sorority friends. He knew she would be out of town all weekend. But, most importantly, he knew that her mom would be home all alone for the entire weekend.

Jess's mom, Velma, was home this weekend though, and Max was going to check up on a few of his hunches. He thought he'd seen Jess's mom looking at him out of the corner of her eye, ogling him, even. Once in a while her nipples would stiffen and show up through her blouse when he walked in, but they'd go back down right away. He was pretty sure that she'd been watching the two of them having sex before, too, but didn't Max didn't say anything about it to Jess.

Then there were the other things. Max would make suggestions here and there about her appearance, like saying that she looks better with long hair or that maybe her glasses needed up dating, and other little things like that. Generally it wasn't much later that Max would notice that Velma had let her hair grow longer, that she'd changed her glasses from the black horn-rimmed style she'd always had to a frameless style with smaller lenses. Her wardrobe seemed to liven up a little bit, as well; it moved from long skirts and loose sweaters to shorter skirts and a lot more jeans and bouncier tops or tighter shirts that she'd tie at her mid rift.

Max kept thinking, "What if you're wrong, man. What if you're wrong…" as he approached the door. He knew she would be awake for a while, she mentioned something about watching a movie and then finishing that new book that absolutely everyone is reading. Max had 5 steps left and his mind wandered to that day that he was leaving the shower after he and Jess had just got done screwing each other silly. He walked out naked; it was 5 steps to Jessica's door and he didn't want to drag a wet towel in there. Velma had been asleep for hours and her bed room was 5 steps the other direction. 

What he didn't know was that Velma thought it was her daughter in the shower. Jess and Velma tended to walk around the house naked if they were getting up in the night, and Max had always found that extremely erotic. Jess's father and mother were never married and there was never anyone around the house unless Jess had friends over or Max's parents were over playing cards. Not expecting anyone but her daughter, she just walked down the hall naked, wanting a glass of water. She opened the door as he was leaving and they both blushed, but she held onto the door. They both gave each other a good look up and down and both their eyes glazed over slightly. They blushed a little deeper, mumbled some apologies to each other and she shut the door.

Max never forgot that fleeting glimpse he got of her though. Her toenails were painted dark auburn, the same color as her hair. Her legs were tanned and tight from all the running she'd been doing to stay in shaped. Her legs were slightly parted, giving Max a perfect view of her pussy. It wasn't saggy, the lips weren't loose like most women her age. Everything looked tight, just like she was a 20 year old, not the 46-year-old mother of his girlfriend. 

Her bush was trimmed neatly in the classic V-shape, with her carpet fading from a fiery auburn at the top to a little trim of silver around her lips. Her belly was flat and had some tone to it, while her breasts were shapely and firm looking for her age. Her nipples were dark, but small, looking like little chocolate chips sitting on nickel sized areole. Her long hair was hanging straight and it was slightly messed up from sleeping. She looked like an older, slightly shorter version of her daughter, and that made Max very, very happy; a little too happy as he recalled as he started getting a little stiff as she stood there. She had to have noticed, and maybe that's why she blushed as bright as she did. 

Max was lost in thought and he was at the door before he knew he had crossed those 5 steps. He was barely aware of what he was doing when he pushed the doorbell, but the time between him ringing and her answering was an eternity. The only thing he could hear was the thundering of his heart crashing in his ears. "What if you're wrong dude, what if you're wrong," repeated in his mind again. The porch door opened and there she was, standing in a white and light blue satin bathrobe, holding a drink in one hand, leaning on the door with the other. "You're not wrong, dude. Get her," Max heard rattle around in his head. The doubt disappeared and the confidence that he was known for stepped up.

"Evening, Miss Dinkley," Max said. 

"Maxwell, how many times do I have to ask you to call me Velma?" she asked, shaking her head and smiling. Her long slightly curled tresses shook with her head, making her look even better as they settled down, framing her lightly tanned face and those amazing brown eyes. She laughed a little and took a drink from her glass. "Jessie isn't here, but you knew that," she said after swallowing. "So why are you here, Maxwell?" she asked quickly. She took another drink and waved him in. "Don't just stand outside all day, silly boy, come in."

Max entered the house; following close behind her shapely ass which he swore was wiggling from side to side a little more than normal. He followed her in the front door and into the kitchen. She set her drink down on the island in the center of the kitchen and looked at him.

"You look like you want to talk or something," she said. Her speech wasn't slurred, but she was far from sober and was rapidly approaching drunk. "This might be easier than I thought," Max said to himself.

"Sure. I wasn't doing anything tonight and was driving by and saw your light on. Figured you might be bored with no one to talk with."

"Well how considerate of you, Max. We should talk; we never talk, you just come here and screw my daughter," she said, looking at him shaking a finger. She thought for a second after seeing that she caught Max way off guard. "Oh Maxy, I'm sorry, it's gotta be the gin speaking. I wasn't wrong though. But, before we talk, you should have a drink, too." She turned around and started rummaging in the fridge, bending way over for him, sticking her head clear in and pulling out the gin and tonic and poured both into a large glass for Max. She slid it down the table to him. Max couldn't help but notice her ass while she was bent over and her nipples sticking straight out when she stood up. She noticed his gaze and looked down.

"Down girls," she said and stuck both hands in her robe, pushing on her nipples. She tried to rub them back into submission, but that only seemed to make them harder. Velma sighed in discontent and pulled her hands out. The only thing she managed to do from Max's stand point was open her robe up a little, loosen the sash holding it shut and make her nipples stand out even farther, making little points stick up through the satiny robe. "Let's talk in the den," she said and walked out the back entry to the kitchen and down stairs to the den. Max followed, staying close to make sure she didn't kill herself going down the stairs.

"So what should we talk about, Maxy?" she asked, sitting down. She didn't seem to notice that her robe slid half way up her thighs, but Max sure did. 

"Well, why don't you tell me about the show. Mom and dad never talk about it anymore, not since Sara and I turned 15 or so," Max said thinking quickly.

"Oh, that goddamned cartoon. If it hadn't been for the royalty checks every three months, I don't think any of us would have let them keep doing that to us," Velma said. "Here, sit down next to me here and I'll show you the album," she said, uncrossing her legs and planting her feet a full shoulder width apart and bending between them. Max was treated to a full view as her robe slipped open far enough to show her lightly tanned tits with their dark, small nipples and her thighs spread open wide enough to give him a full shot of her little furry muff. Max about fell over, tripping on the table trying to walk, drink, and look at her body at the same time.

"Where the hell did I put the thing?" she asked no one in particular as Max sat down next to her. As he sat, his fingers found the satin sash holding her robe together and he gave it a slight tug; just enough to loosen the robe, but not enough that she'd notice. She sat up with a start, and Max thought he'd been caught. Her face snapped to his, her hair whipping around in a curtain. She pushed up her glasses and stared at him for a second. "I know where I put it!" she said. She stood up and her robe fell open in a wider V down to its sash, showing everything from an inch below her belly button to her nice round tits, barely concealing her nipples. Her eyes met with his for just an instant through her silver bowed, rimless glasses and she flushed. She stood up quickly and turned, making the bottom of her robe split open. Max found himself wishing that she was a couple inches taller so her muff would have been level with his eyes instead of her stomach and the bottom swell of her breasts.

"You stay here, keep drinkin'. I'll be back, it's upstairs under my bed," she said and stumbled up the stairs.

"Stay here, go up stairs, stay here, go up stairs," Max turned over in his head. "No, need to play this cool for a little bit yet, Max. She's laying it on pretty thick, but you need to make her want it. You have to make her ask for it. Besides, she gets much drunker and she's gonna let that robe fall off her shoulder altogether. Just stay here and let her come to you for the kill, Max," he thought to himself as he listened to his girlfriend's mother stomp upstairs, listened to her dump something out and tromp back down the stairs. She hesitated in the kitchen for a few seconds and came back down stairs. She had a big photo album stuffed under one arm and two full drinks in each hand.

"You need to keepin' drinkin'. I're not nearly as drunk as you am and that's not good," she said coming down the stairs into the den. Her robe had opened a little more at the sash and her auburn bush was visible at the junction of her thighs with a flash of silver around her slit, just as before. This time though, something was different, it was trimmed tighter; it was trimmed exactly the way that Jess trims hers. Max didn't tear his eyes away; he just kept looking at that beaver walking towards him. Velma was getting very drunk, but not drunk enough to not notice. She followed his gaze down and saw that her sex was completely exposed to him.

"Maxy, Maxy, Maxy. Are you looking at my pussy?" giggled Velma. She handed him his drink and set the book down on the coffee table in front of them. "It's not like you've never seen it before, is it Max," she said, sitting next to him, her legs spread just a little at the knees. She looked over into his lap and noticed the hardon snaking down his pant leg from his crotch. "Looks like I like it more now than you did before," she giggled pointing her drink at his crotch. She opened the snap holding the huge photo album together and took another swallow of her drink, her arm moving so that her robe fell completely open on her left side and her breast was fully exposed, the little brown nipple still hard as ever.

"There's all the pictures of your folks, Shagger and me. That's why they made that fuckin' cartoon," she said. 

"Whoa," Max thought, "I've never heard her swear in the 18 years she's known me, she's really fuckin' tanked. Better get her to stop drinking. If I fuck her while she's sleeping it's rape."

Max moved his attention to the pictures which were mostly Polaroids and there had to have been over a hundred pages of them. Velma pointed to a picture on the front page, taking another drink from her gin and tonic. She started swaying in her seat a little and she put her hand on his knee to steady himself.

"That's us after our first case. You'll notice a lack of any fuckin' dog. That was the studio's doing. They thought it would add a little more kid appeal, " Velma said. Max looked at the picture and it looked pretty much like the cartoon. Jade and Jess's dad was in the back, tall and skinny, Max's parents were standing in front of him, and his dad was in fact wearing that neckerchief, and Velma was standing in front of his parents, wearing an orange school sweater and a pleated skirt.

"That was the case that got the studio's attention and they went in to talk with them about it. They loved the idea of four kids playin' dicks," Velma said, her left hand sliding down Max's thigh a little more and her other hand going to her drink. She took another swallow and looked like she was going to pass out.

"I'll besser stop drwinkin'," she slurred. She turned to look at Max. She tried to look him in the eyes, but her eyes were floating so bad Max doubted she could even see his face. "Bshidshe, you'd prolly fuck me in my sleep. Chan't have you fuckin' yer gerlfriendshh ma in her schleep. I'd have to call the copsh." She looked away, and back to the album, moving very deliberately. She carefully set her drink down and flipped a page in the book.

"Hersh where we went to the schtudio," she slurred. Her hand moved higher and her fingers started making slow circles on Max's thigh with her fingernails. "He wanted to meet ush fasche to fasche," Velma said, trying to speak clearly. Her hand moved further up Max's thigh and started flicking his cock head through his pant leg.

"Mash, you're not wearing underwear, am I," she said, turning the page and moving to stroke his length through the khakis. Max laughed a little bit and put his hand on her knee.

"No, I'm not," Max said, still laughing a little. "Neither are you," he said and slowly slid his hand down her thigh to her furry pussy. He was surprised at how much hair she had on her crotch and yet how soft it was. The heat pouring from her crotch was amazing. Velma's fingers went to undoing his fly and he leaned back to give her more room.

"Maxshy, I scheem to be schluring my speesch," Velma said again, looking into Max's eyes and fishing out his cock. "I think I need schomething to clear my throat," she said and started going down. Max slid two fingers between her lips and her pussy was soaking wet already.

"Uh uh uh," said, stopping her decent with his other hand. She sat up, looking like she was going to pout. Max pulled his fingers out of her pussy and he looked her in the eye.

"It'ssh becaushe I'm old and ugly and fuckin' drunk, ishn't it, Maxshy," she said, her hand still stroking his tool. Max shook his head and licked one of the fingers that were wet with her cunt juice. He offered the other one to her. She sucked it eagerly into her mouth and worked it over like a miniature cock. Max's other hand went to her left tit and started mauling it, pinching the nipple between his knuckles as he kneaded her D-cup like a lump of bread.

"I have a better idea than just that, "Max said, and she started deep-throating his finger and her rapidly clearing eyes looked into his. She hummed a "what?" and kept fucking his finger with her mouth.

"Stand up," Max said. She did, but didn't let go of his finger or his cock. She started slowly stroking his cock loosely with her hand, rubbing around on the head and then making another slow loose path down to its root. Max shuttered and slowly laid himself down on the couch. "Sit down," he said again. She obeyed, letting his finger go, but not his cock. She shouldered her robe off and took the left side off, switched hands on his cock and took the right side off. She looked even better now than she had a few months ago walking to the bathroom; apparently she had kept working out since then. She put one leg over his hips and spread her lips, starting to kneel to his aching, hot member. She made contact with her clit and his cock head and shuddered violently.

"Not on that," Max said hoarsely, as she slowly rubbed his head through her slit. "On this," Max said and stuck his tongue out, wiggling it slightly.

"Jinkes," she giggled and switched around, still stroking his prick, and slowly lowered her box to his face. He studied it as it came in close. Her pussy was so tight from not being used lately it was still shut. Her lips were wide open, though, and her clit was out of its little hood. Max leaned up and made an agonizingly slow circle around her button and felt her pussy shake. She put her tongue to his cock and slowly did the same thing to it, slowly circling it. Max couldn't help but squirm a little when she started feathering her tongue over its surface, still making slow circles.

Max copied her this time and jiggled the tip of his tongue as fast as he could as he circled her clit. She sucked his head into her mouth, but kept working it over with her tongue. Max followed her lead again and sucked on her clit, battering its tip with the tip of his tongue, sucking on it with his lips. She moaned lustily and took his cock all the way down her throat. It was Max's turn to moan this time, and he did. The vibrations of his deep voice sent a shiver through Velma as it hit her clit. 

Max started leisurely tongue fucking her, sticking his tongue as far in her pussy as possible, twisting it and twitching it, and letting her feel his hot breath on her pussy. Max made two slow strokes in and out and then went up to suck on her clit. His tongue would then take a leisurely path back down to her leaking cunt hole and take a slow, fluttering circle around its rim and then he'd begin tongue fucking her again.

Velma, on the other hand, was deep throating Max's cock like it was filing an addiction for her. Her velvet throat sucked him in until her nose was tickling his balls and then she'd back out, her tongue working his shaft the entire way. She'd kiss, suck, and nibble on the head of his cock and then slowly work it back down her throat. Whenever Max rimmed her hole with his tongue, she'd start moaning louder and suck that cock back down her throat and start bobbing her head until his tongue was firmly lodged in her pussy again. 

Max reached forward with his right hand and started fondling her breast. She moaned deeply, almost growling around his cock and started fondling his balls, rubbing them gently together between her fingers. Max's other hand moved back to her ass, gave it a playful slap, and he started playing with her little pink asshole. She stopped sucking his cock and moved down to sucking his balls when his finger slipped in. Max put his finger in up to his second knuckle and started wiggling, moving his tongue into her pussy and trying to tickle her g-spot at the same time

"Oh my God!" she screamed and her pussy started trying to pull Max's tongue in deeper and her ass contracted around his finger. Max just kept working her harder and faster, fucking her with his finger, pushing it in as deep as it would go, pulling it out, rimming her and wiggling it back in. He did the same pattern with his tongue, but he made sure to lick her g-spot each time with his tongue and nibble her clit every time he pulled out. "Holy shit!" Velma screamed again. "That's it! Fuck me with your tongue! Fuck that ass! Oh my GOD!" she screamed again, her face lying on Max's balls. 

Max grabbed the back of her head and put her lips to her cock. She swallowed it all without hesitation and went to bobbing and sucking on his meat for all she was worth. Every time Max sunk his finger in her ass, she'd scream around his cock. Every time he'd bite her clit, she'd scream. Every time his tongue went in her pussy, she'd scream. Every time she screamed, Max was one step closer to cumming. 




The New Mysteries Ch. 03



The sounds of her muffled screaming and of Max's cock being slurped on filled the room. Max just about couldn't take anymore and he shoved two fingers into Velma's ass an two into her cunt and started wiggling them for all he was worth inside her, rolling them, clenching them, spreading them, pulling them out and slamming them back in. It was a contest between the two of them to see who could get whom to cum first. Velma lost. Among her constant orgasm, she finally squirted her juice all over Max's face. He kept fucking her with his hand until she stopped cumming and she pulled herself off him.

Max sat up and she dove between his legs, sucking on his head for all she was worth, while looking him straight in the eyes. Her light feathery tongue drove him over the edge in seconds. Velma sensed the cum was close and pulled his cock out of her mouth and started slowly jerking it, licking his piss slit with just the tip of her tongue. Max started to spurt his cum and the first rope went almost completely over her head except for her hair. The second string went across the lens of her glasses and went from her chin to her hairline. The third crossed over that lens and shot up into her hair. The fourth covered her left lens in a thick glob, and the fifth strong surge shot another line from her mouth over her nose, over her right lens and into her hair.

"Aw, is that all you've got? Isn't there any more in there?" Velma asked and started sucking the rest of the cum out of his dick. She let it go after a few sucks with a loud, juicy pop.

"I guess we should go get cleaned up," Max said as Velma stood up. She reached up to her chin and smeared a finger full of cum into her mouth.

"Why? We're not done getting dirty," she said devilishly and turned around. Max's cock hadn't started softening yet and she wanted it to stay hard. She put one leg on either side of his and sat down. She reached between her legs, rubbed his head along her slit and put it to her puckered ass.

"Thanks for warming this up for me," she said and sat down, taking all 9 of his inches up her ass. The slowness with which she sat was enough to make Max want to cum again. Her ass was as hot as her pussy and definitely tighter. She started riding his cock slowly, lifting her ass just a couple of inches off his lap, but grinding on it the whole time. Max could feel her contracting her sphincter around his cock and was glad he'd cum once already; he could stay hard for hours now if he needed to.

"Holy shit your ass is tight," Max moaned out as he melted against the back of the couch. Velma giggled and squirmed a bit more for him. The feel of her ass squeezing his cock was incredible. 

"Why thank you Maxy," Velma said giggling again. She leaned forward and grabbed the photo album again. A shiver ran down Max's spine from her movement. Velma squeezed his burning dick with her ass again as she continuously rode it with small strokes and soft circles. "Look here Max. This is what really happened with me and your folks."

Max leaned forward, pressing his muscled chest against her back. His hands moved up to her thighs and to her boiling cunt. His left hand found and began a slow sensuous torture of her clit. He sunk three of his fingers from his right hand in her dripping box and slowly worked them in and out, crossing and uncrossing them as he softly found her g-spot.

"Oh god Max, don't stop!" she cried as she enjoyed the feelings of Max's hands. Velma threw her head back and she came again, biting her lip to keep from screaming too loudly. It came out as a muffled moan and her pussy flooded Max's hands with her juice. Max ran his right hand up her stomach, flicked her right nipple and put two of his fingers in her mouth. She greedily sucked all of her juices off his hand and his fingers were treated to the same tonguing as his cock was only moments before. She cleaned his fingers off, her body still twitching from her orgasm and put his hand on her breast. She reached down and pulled his other hand off her clit and licked it clean, putting it on her left breast. "Play with these Max, you're distracting me too much," Velma giggled again. Max laughed and looked over her rising and falling shoulder at the picture album.

"Theeeese," Velma moaned, "are pictures from our cases." Velma had a small climax as Max slowly caressed her breasts, flicking her turgid nipples lightly during the massage. She squirmed a little in his lap, throwing her rhythm off. She bobbed on his cock for a moment, enjoying his hands on her, her head thrown back, resting on his shoulder. Max leaned in and gave her ear a suck. "Oh god Max, you be good, I'm trying to show you something here," she breathed out heavily.

"What if I keep doing this?" Max asked, darting his tongue against her neck and ear in between words. She moaned loudly and Max could feel her shiver and her sphincter contract even tighter. He was getting closer and closer to cumming in her ass, much to his surprise.

"If yooooooooooh keep doing that," Velma breathed huskily, "I'll tell your girlfriend you're fucking her mom." Velma shuddered again and Max's hands stopped the working over that they were giving Velma's tits. They started slowly, softly massaging the flesh instead of kneading it. Velma let a long, low moan of approval and sat up, going back to slowly fucking her ass with the 9-inch rod crammed up inside it. "Now then, about these pictures," Velma said, her voice still heavy with lust but otherwise controlled.

"These are the cases you solved?" Max asked, his voice struggling to maintain clarity. He was trying so hard to not cum in her ass; he didn't want the exquisite feeling to end.

"These news paper clippings here, Max, are the cases," Velma cooed and flipped through a few of the pages in the scrapbook. "The rest of these are…" she started and was interrupted by the ringing phone. She started to stand and Max pulled her back down against his cock, her body slapping down against his thighs as she landed. They both let out a long slow moan of pleasure.

"Don't answer it," Max said into her ear, his hot breath tickling the flesh of her neck. She moaned softly as the phone rang again. Max started moving his hips, softly sawing his dick in and out of her ass.

"I have toooooooo," she moaned. "It might be Jesssssss…..Ohhhh Yess!" Velma hissed as she came, her juices running down her crack, getting Max's balls even wetter. He could feel her cum dripping off his sack and pooling between his thighs on the couch. He quickly moved his hands down to her slit and gave it a quick tickle as she stood up. Max's cock popped out of her ass and bounced in his lap for a moment as Velma walked on unstable legs to the phone and answered it.

"Hello?" she asked, still out of breath. Max got up and walked over to her with a wicked look on his face.

"Who is it?" he asked quietly. Velma's eyes got big and she shook her head at Max. He could see the panic on her face, but he could still read the smoldering lust in his eyes.

"No Daph," she said looking at Max as she identified the caller as his mother, "I haven't heard from the kids yet, they must be all right." Max got a really evil look on his face and whispered in Velma's open ear.

"You wouldn't want my mom to know you're fucking her son, would you?" Max asked as his fingers started stroking her slit. He started softly kissing Velma's neck and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.

"No," she said breathlessly into the phone. "I haven't heard from Jess yet either," she said, breathing in sharply. "Yeah, I'm okay," Velma said after a short pause. "I just had to run to catch the phone is all." She was trying so hard to keep from falling as Max softly tickled her lips with his fingertips. His other hand wasn't idle either and he went back to working her left breast over. Velma clenched her fist trying to maintain composure.

"Oh shit, you're kidding?" Velma asked with a worried tone. Max slowly bent her over the end table the phone was sitting on. "That was tooooooh," Velma said as Max slid his cock up her hot dripping hole. Velma tried to cover quickly by coughing, her walls clenching hard around Max's imbedded cock. He almost came then and there and had to stifle a moan of his own. "That was tonight?" Velma repeated after her "cough." Max started making slow, long strokes in and out of her pussy, twitching his cock when the head was at her g-spot.

"Oh god," Velma started to moan but covered quickly. "Oh wow, I forgot that was tonight," she said headily and had to put the phone to the side as she moaned through her bit lip, her head hanging limply forward and her back arched.

Max and Velma could both hear Daphne's voice shouting through the speaker.

"Yes, Daph," Velma said, squeezing Max's cock with her pussy. Max's hands went to her hips, his right holding her still and his left snaking around to torture her clit. She bit through another moan and Max felt her pussy starting to convulse. "Yes, yes, yes," Velma said into the phone. "I'll be cumming shortly," Velma said and hung the phone up. Velma's twitching twat had put Max close to cumming and he rammed his entire length into her as she hung up the phone. 

"Oh my GOD! Maxy!" Velma screamed as he lifted her off the ground with his thrust. Her pussy started spraying cum on the end table. Max's balls were dripping with her juice and he started cumming while buried deep in her cunt. 

"Oh fuck yes!" Max moaned and set Velma back down, leaving himself buried in her, enjoying the feeling of her twitching pussy. He could feel the final shots of hot cum boil out of his cock and she started to pull away. Max let her go and turned to collapse on the couch.

"Oh my God, Max. I sure hope you fuck Jess like that. If you saved all that just for me, I'd be disappointed for the girl," Velma said, turning around and sitting on the end table. The mixture of their cum rolled lazily out of her pussy and pooled on the varnished finish.

"Oh she gets that and more," Max said. His eyes were closed and he was trying to calm his heart down. Velma put her finger in her pussy and collected a finger full of cum. She sucked it seductively into her mouth and Max could tell her tongue was working it like it had his cock. Velma moaned and started playing with her tits.

"Oh good for you, Max," she said, her finger popping out of her mouth. "I have got to go, though. I promised your folks I'd meet them tonight and I forgot all about it," she said and stood up. Max watched as the cum rolled out of her pussy, joining the mess on her already cum-slick thighs.

"You'd better get cleaned up then," Max laughed. He opened his eyes and looked at her trimmed bush, wide-open pussy, and cum drenched thighs. He licked his lips involuntarily. He could see Velma shudder as his tongue snaked out.

"Ohhhh, I'd better get going or I'll end up fucking you all night and then I'll never hear the end of it," Velma said, tearing herself away from the naked 18 year old on her couch. Max laughed again. "Shit, I don't even have time for a shower, I suppose I'll have to mop up with a wash rag," she said and started tromping up the stairs to the kitchen. Max stood up slowly and grabbed the glasses, drinking the last of his gin and tonic. He followed her up the stairs. Velma was in the kitchen when Max ambled up the steps. She had one foot on the kitchen counter and the wet dishrag wiping the cum off her legs. She shivered noticeably every time the course rag touched her still tingling sex. She threw the dishrag down and looked at Max, her hands on her hips.

"Now Maxwell Jones, we will continue this later. Jess is gone for the entire weekend," she said with a deliciously evil grin. Max's face slowly twisted into the same grin. 

"Oh hell yes, we will," he said. Velma tromped upstairs to her room and Max stayed in the kitchen. She wasn't up there for more than two minutes and she came back down. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a loose orange sweater.

"Now Velma, is that anyway to go out?" Max asked stepping over to the base of the stairs where she was putting on her coat. She looked at him devilishly.

"Why Maxwell, whatever do you mean?" she asked demurely. Max's hand shot out to her crotch and he rubbed the seam into her pussy. His other hand moved up to her stiffening nipples and pinched both of them.

"Tsk tsk tsk. No bra, no panties…just where are you going?" Max asked, moving in and nuzzling her neck. She giggled and whirled away.

"None of your business. But if you're a good boy and come back tomorrow, I might just tell you what I did when I got there," Velma said flirtingly as she opened the door. Max couldn't help but notice the evil twinkle in her eye. Before he could respond she was out the door and it was shut.

"Now what would you be doing with my parents?" Max thought out loud, his dick getting hard again with the thoughts that were racing through his mind. "I wonder what else is in the photo album," Max thought out loud again and started walking through the kitchen, his hand going to his already stiff prick. 



The New Mysteries Ch. 04



**Author's Note: This is a continuation of the The New Mysteries stories that are on this site. While the story does make sense in and of itself, it is highly suggested that you go back and read at least the second one, if not all three previous stories. Thanks for reading. **

Jade and Sara had been driving around the town for over an hour with Sara flashing herself to anyone who looked over into the vehicle. They hadn't seen a cop all night except one that already had another kid pulled over and were giving him a drunk test. Sara stood up and flashed her tits at him while Jade reached over and stuck three fingers up Sara's exposed pussy. The guy about fell over and the cop took him in. Sara and Jade rode down the street laughing. Sara turned slowly while she sat and Jade kept her fingers firmly in her slave's crotch.

"Mmmmmm," Sara said, licking her lips. "Mistress?" Sara asked, her eyes half shut and glazed over. Jade started twisting and flexing her fingers in her slave.

"Yes, Sara?" she asked slowly.

"Mistress, I have to cum," Sara said and bit her lip, her hands moving down from the roll cage to her pink nipples standing out proudly over the top of her dress. Jade's fingers sped up and her thumb started working Sara's clit. Sara moaned loudly and started grinding against her mistress's hand.

"How badly does my little blonde cunt need to cum?" Jade asked. Sara leaned back against the roll cage, giving Jade better access to her dripping pussy. Jade sped up her fingers but lightened her touch on Sara's clit.

"Ooooooh. Baaaaaaaaad," Sara said, getting closer and closer. Jade gave a little laugh as she pulled up to a red light.

"Beside us are Lynn and Amber. If you cum hard enough to hit their window, I'll let you be Matt's mistress for the night," Jade said and pulled her hand out of her slave and giving Sara's clit a quick pinch. Sara spun around in her wet seat and put one foot on the dash and the other behind the roll bar. Her left hand was plunging wetly in and out of her pussy and her right hand was pinching her nipples. Her eyes were closed with lust and the tip of her pink tongue stuck out from her lips. The red light shone on the sweat of her body as she pumped herself the rest of the way to orgasm.

"Miiiistressssss," whined Sara. The driver of the red Camaro next to them looked over. Her head shot back in a double take. Immediately her eyes glazed and her stare was riveted to the pink gash not three feet from her face.

"Cum," Jade said, watching.

"Oooooh, yeeeeeeessssssssss!" Sara moaned, but tried to be quiet enough to keep the people on the side walk from looking if they hadn't already. Torrents of cum gushed from Sara's cunt, the first spray hitting the inside of the door of the Jeep, the second making it over the door but just barely, and the third, longer stream shot into the Camaro. Sara opened her eyes as she came and stared into the eyes of Lynn. She saw Amber's hand rubbing Lynn's crotch through her jeans, as well as her own nipples through her shirt. Lynn's hands seemed to be glued to the steering wheel almost as tightly as her eyes were to Sara.

Sara saw much too late that the window was down. Her spray of cum hit Lynn square in the face, some of it going into her open mouth, but most washing down her neck, soaking the top she was wearing. Amber was not left alone in the spray and her face was coated as the stream began losing power. By the time the squirt was done, the light had turned green and Jade pulled away laughing. Amber's face was completely covered with Sara's juice, as was Lynn's face and chest, rendering her white top see through. Her dark nipples were visible to Sara's eyes as they left and they were standing tight and hard on her chest.

"You bitch!" Lynn's voice echoed down the streets after them. 

Sara stayed in the position she was in as she caught her breath for a moment. A city block later she rolled back into her drenched seat and looked at Jade playfully.

"You didn't tell me her window was down, Mistress," Sara said. Jade's hand was busy playing with her own box as she drove.

"I didn't know it was," she breathed heavily. "Just for that, not only are you Matt's mistress for the night, but you're mine as well," Jade moaned.

"Oh, Mistress, do you mean it?" Sara said bouncing, sending her tits the rest of the way out of her dress.

"Yes I do. From right now until we leave the Dairy Faerie, you have complete control over me. You've been a good slave and good slaves get rewarded," Jade said, pulling her fingers out of her pussy and using three of them to strum her clit like a guitar string. Sara could hear the slight wet sounds of her fingers slapping against her sex as she drove.

"Ooh, I'm gonna have fun with this," Sara said, sitting up right in the seat. She adjusted the radio to find some better music. Jade never let her touch the radio in her Jeep. She found an awesome Steppenwolf song and turned it up.

"Slave," Sara said looking at the dash.

"Yes, Mistress?" Jade replied happily.

"First of all, you will call me Mistress Sara. Second of all, quit playing with yourself and drive to the Dairy Faerie, it's almost 11 and they should be closing soon," Sara said, pulling her dress back over her nipples but leaving the bottom bunched up around her waist.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Sara," Jade apologized. Sara almost laughed at the sincerity she was showing.

"You should be. Unzip the back of your dress," Sara said and hung a leg off the side of the door. It felt good to give her pussy a break and to feel the cool night air rushing over it. Jade held the wheel with a knee and leaned forward to unzip her dress. She worked the zipper down after coming to the next stop light and she sat back. "Slave, pull your dress down. I think everyone should see those breasts of yours." Sara complied and her milky breasts were exposed to the night air. Her brown nipples hardened even tighter and she enjoyed the cool air on her skin.

Across the intersection, a car full of boys started pointing and honking, drawing the attention of everyone in the area. Sara saw this and laughed as she began to blush a deep rose.

"Embarrassed, slave?" Sara said still laughing. She bent over and started flicking Jade's nearest nipple with her tongue. The car of boys started cheering. The light turned green and they moved on. Sara opened the glove box and rummaged around in it, looking for Jade's favorite instrument of punishment. She found it and pulled out a 10 inch jelly dildo. She wiggled it in front of Jade for a moment before rubbing herself with it.

"Spread your legs, Jade," Sara said. She kept rubbing the dildo along her slit and sunk 5 inches of the purple invader into her pussy. They could both here the squish of Sara's pussy as it slid in neatly. Jade had a hard time looking at the road as she was watching her new Mistress pleasure herself. Sara let out a quiet moan. She pushed most of its length into herself, leaving only an inch sticking out of her pussy. Sara moaned a little louder and noticed that Jade was accelerating.

"Slave, you're driving too fast. You're breaking the law and making Mistress unhappy," Sara said pouting, her fingers moving the dildo in and out of her pussy in slow strokes. She could feel her cum oozing out from around the base of the toy and getting her fingers wet.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Sara. I should be punished," Jade said humbly. She watched as Sara slowly slid 9 inches of the fake cock out of her steaming hole. Sara slid over and started rubbing Jade's clit.

"You will be," Sara said and pushed the dildo against Jade's pussy. Jade spread her legs wider and moaned. Sara kept flicking her clit and pushed an inch into Jade's pussy. She bent down and gave her new slave's clit a flick with her tongue and sat back up. 

"On second thought, it's not right that I do it. Punish yourself slave. Stick that entire dildo in that tight Asian pussy of yours. I want to see it disappear," Sara said and almost unconsciously started rubbing her own pussy lips.

"Yes Mistress Sara," Jade said and started pushing slowly on the dildo. She started twisting the base and was almost screwing it into her pussy. Sara knew all too well how that felt as Jade had done it to her on multiple occasions. Sara's pussy contracted violently as she watched the purple monster disappear inside her friend. She almost wished that it was her instead. Jade was whimpering and moaning as she slowly impaled herself.

"Don’t' forget to keep your eyes on the road, slave," Sara said and Jade's attention snapped away from her sex and her purple friend for a moment. She had to swerve back into her lane to keep from hitting a parked car. Sara shook her head disapprovingly.

"Get that cock in your cunt now, slave," Sara demanded. Jade struggled to push more of it in her but it appeared that she could only get 8 inches of it inside her.

"Mistress Sara, I can't put more in. My pussy is so full already," Jade whimpered. Sara turned back in her seat to face Jade.

"Slave, first of all, this is my pussy," Sara said petting her friend. Sara softly traced the outer lips of Jade's pussy with her fingernails, making Jade jump slightly. "Secondly," Sara said and put her mouth to Jade's ear, "I'm sure that it will fit." She bit Jade's ear and licked her neck, making Jade shudder uncontrollably. She moaned loudly into the night and she fought hard to keep her eyes open. Sara turned Jade's little climax into a full blown orgasm when she grabbed the end of the dildo and started fucking Jade with it hard and fast, pushing farther in with each thrust. 

The squishing of Jade's pussy around the dildo was actually echoing off the buildings around them as she tried to not scream. Jade bit her lip and kept her hands locked on the wheel while driving trying to keep the orgasm from boiling out of her like a volcano. Before she knew it she was fuller than she'd ever been and her new Mistress sat back in her seat. Sara was licking her fingers and smiling.

"I told you it would fit, slave," Sara said giggling. Jade looked down and saw her mound bulging around the base of the jelly cock buried in her belly but didn't see the toy at all. She had another mini-orgasm just thinking about it. "Put your legs back together," Sara said. Jade complied and the motion drove the toy even farther up in her. Jade's pussy was contracting and squeezing the fake cock uncontrollably

The jeep pulled up to a red light and Jade shut her eyes, enjoying the feeling of her pussy trying to crush the jelly dildo and riding the waves of the mini-orgasms washing over her body.

"Slave," Sara said, watching her former Mistress twitch in the driver's seat.

"Yes, Mistress Sara?" she said dreamily, her eyes opening half way.

"Amber and Lynn are pulling up beside you. Take that dildo all the way out of your pussy and stick it all the way back in. Open the door so they can see you do it," Sara said watching the Camaro pull up beside them.

The car screeched to a stop to the left of Jade's jeep and Amber rolled down her window and started screaming at them.

"You fuckin' bitches! Why'd you have to…" she started. She was cut off by Jade opening the door to the Jeep and lewdly displaying herself. She pushed with her pussy and the dildo started sliding out. She reached down and grabbed it by the base and pulled all 10 inches out of her honey pot and smiled. Jade could see Amber's nipples standing straight out of her chest, and her face was flushed to a shade of crimson that almost matched her hair. Jade licked the cock off and then deep throated it, sticking almost the entire length of the fuck toy down her throat. She pulled it out of her throat, moaning softly and then trailed it down her body. She rubbed the head along her slit before starting to push it back into herself. When all 10 inches were shoved back up her cunt, she rubbed her clit for Amber and turned back into the Jeep.

Amber's mouth had gone slack during the show and her throat had gone dry. She tried to say something as Jade shut the door and the light turned green but all that came out was a hoarse crack and she ducked back in her window. A delicious thought ran through Sara's mind.

"Slave, pull into the park up here. Park the Jeep and sit on the hood," Sara said. She could feel a surge of heat and a pulse of juice in her tired pussy. Jade did as she was told, but Sara could see that she was confused. The Jeep pulled into the park, following the little path through the trees and Jade parked near some playground equipment. There was no one around, but the area was well lit by scattered lamps. Sara looked back and saw Amber and Lynn following them in Lynn's Camaro. They were probably going to try to kick Jade's and her ass, and Sara thought she had a way out of it. 

Jade started to pull her dress up. Sara slapped her hands.

"I didn't tell you to put your dress on, did I slave?" Sara said. Jade shook her head and looked down. "I guess you'll have to be punished. Sit on the hood," Sara said sticking her fingers into Jade's cunt and moving the dildo in slow strokes while twisting it. Jade closed her eyes and bit her lower lip for a second as the dildo made longer and longer strokes. She dreamily pawed for the door handle and opened it. She slid out of her seat and Sara held onto the dildo. It popped out of Jade's pussy and Jade shakily jumped on the hood of her Jeep as Lynn pulled the Camaro in next to them.

"Now just what the fuck do you think you two sluts are doing!" demanded Lynn as she got out and slammed the car door. She was yelling at Jade, ignoring Sara completely.

"She's mine now," Sara said quietly, a smile creeping onto her face. She looked Lynn up and down and saw her own cum still soaking Lynn's shirt. "It wasn't right of us to do that to you," Sara said pointing at Lynn. Lynn's nipples started standing out on her chest and her face flushed. Sara couldn't tell if it was from excitement or anger.

"You're goddamn right, bitch! Do you know how long it takes to clean cum out of leather!" Lynn screamed. "I wanna know right now just what the fuck you're gonna do about it!"

"How'd you like to fuck Jade?" Sara said plainly. She adjusted her dress to cover herself the rest of the way and she stepped out of the Jeep. Her dress peeled off the cum drenched seat.

"What?" Lynn said softly.

"Slave, show them your pussy," Sara said. Jade turned around to face Lynn. Amber who had been listening from the passenger seat of Lynn's car jumped out and stood next to her lover. Jade slowly turned and dangled her legs over the tire of her truck. She planted one foot on the bumper and the other she put between the hood and the windshield. Her pink hole glistened with wetness and her lips separated, exposing everything from her exposed, hard clit to her little pink asshole. Sara grabbed the purple dildo off the consol and handed it to Lynn, base first.

"How would you like to fuck that tight Asian box? Can't you see she wants it?" Sara asked, her hand going to Jade's clit. She pinched it between her fingers and began to softly roll it and pull it. "You want to, don't you? You want to fuck Jade Rodgers with that dildo. It all fits, the whole thing was just in this little fuck slut. She likes that. Her juice is still on the thing. It smells good, doesn't it? It tastes better. I can't count the number of times I've had my tongue in that cunt, the number of times I've eaten her in public, or eaten some guy's cum out of her hot tight pussy." Sara watched as all four nipples in front of her grew harder. Both Lynn and Amber were breathing a little heavier, and Jade started moaning from Sara's fingers on her clit. Sara looked over at Jade slowly. Jade's head was thrown back, her pink nipples standing proudly on her breasts which were heaving with every breath. A fine sheen of sweat began to glow softly in the amber lights of the park. Her pussy was glistening as well, and it had opened itself. Her hole was opening and closing with every breath.

"Can't you see it? She's begging for it. Look at her cunt. It wants to be used. You want to, too. Look at yourself. Your chests are heaving. If your nipples get any harder they'll tear holes through those thin little shirts of yours. I bet your pussies are wet, too," Sara said. She reached forward and touched Amber's thigh. Sara's hand played gently up to Amber's crotch and felt the heat from her sex and then felt the wetness soaking through the denim. 

"Mmmmm, you really want it don't you, Amber. You want to fuck her, you want to make up for all the times she put you down in school, for all the times she made you feel insignificant, and for all the guys she stole from you just to make sure she fucked them before you did," Sara taunted. She could feel Amber's crotch get hotter and wetter in her hand. "Or maybe you want to watch Lynn fuck her," Sara said in a husky whisper. She felt Amber's pussy twitch and she started rubbing harder, pressing the seam of Amber's shorts into her pussy and she softly rubbed her clit through the material. "You do, don't you. You like to watch. you want to watch Lynn suck, lick, and fuck that tight cheerleader body, don't you. Mmmm….you're getting so hot. Makes me want to see what this little pussy tastes like," Sara continued. She was pressing her whole hand against Lynn's pussy now. Lynn whimpered a little and moaned slightly. She was listening to Sara, but had her eyes glued on Jade's spasaming pussy.

"And you. You want her, don't you. You want to fuck that little cunt and let your little redheaded pussy here watch. It's making her hot and wet. Is it making you hot?" Sara asked, rolling Jade's clit harder. Jade moaned loudly in response. "Is it making you wet?" Sara asked again, flicking Jade's clit with her finger as fast as she could. Jade started breathing rapidly, her chest heaving up and down with each breath, and almost with each flick on her clit. Lynn swallowed hard. "What are you waiting for? Go ahead, use her; use her like you've always wanted to. Use her like the little bitch deserves. Make her body cum and fuck her until she can't even stand anymore," Sara taunted further. Lynn stepped forward and she started stroking Amber's mound faster and faster through her jean shorts.

"Watch her make Jade cum," Sara said softly. Amber moaned and started playing with her tits as she stood mesmerized by Jade's wet sex and the 10 inch purple cock in her lover's hand. Amber started flicking her nipples harder and pinching them. "Take your shorts off," Sara moaned breathlessly. She stopped rubbing Jade's clit and she slid around behind Amber. Lynn's thumb started feathering over Jade's clit and she slid the purple invader deep into Jade's pussy. Jade's head thrashed, her long silky black hair a blur as she came. Amber undid the button fly of her shorts and started sliding them off her hips. 

"Let me help," Sara breathed into Amber's ear, her hot breath tickling the already aroused flesh. Amber shivered and Sara's hands cupped Amber's braless tits and then moved down her lithe body quickly, pushing inside Amber's wet shorts. She felt a thick, silky, and short bush and an incredible heat pouring from the redhead's pussy. They both watched as Lynn started pounding the dildo in to Jade's black haired cunt. Her fingers slammed into her thumb on every stroke, driving it into Jade's clit, making her moan louder until her moans turned into quick yelps of pleasure. Sara knew Jade was in a constant state of orgasm right now and she would be completely drained when they stopped.

Sara's fingers started stroking Amber's soaking pussy lips and Sara's lips started nibbling down Amber's neck. Amber moaned loudly and spread her legs to give Sara more room. Her hands went behind her and she started rubbing her fingers through Sara's hair. Sara's fingers dipped into Amber's cunt and then made a long slow circle around her pussy to her clit, then another circle, then back into Amber's drooling pussy for a few strokes. It wasn't long until Amber threw her head back on Sara's shoulder and she let out stifled scream. Sara's hand was coated in Amber's thick goo and she kept stroking Amber's hot little sex until she came down from her orgasm, with ever touch of her clit making Amber's entire body twitch.




The New Mysteries Ch. 04



Lynn started slowing down on Jade's hole. Jade had almost stopped cumming and she was going dry. Lynn started stroking Jade's pussy instead of assaulting it, and Jade propped herself back up on her hood and looked at Lynn with her heavily glazed green eyes. She didn't say anything, and Sara, watching the two of them, seriously doubted she could say anything. Lynn leaned in and Jade met her lips, kissing each other hotly. They broke and Sara saw a little string of saliva between the two of them stretch and break.

"Well, does that make up for earlier?" Sara asked and she helped Jade off the hood. Amber nodded but Lynn shook her head.

"Not entirely. I still have to clean the cum off my seats," she said, her breath still heavy.

"Okay, well, how about this? You can use my slave any time you want to. Just ask. The only string attached to that is that I get to eat Amber's pussy whenever I want to," Sara said, turning her eyes to Amber. Her eyes were smoldering beds of blue fire as she watched the redhead's thick fiery bush disappear under her shorts once more.

"We get to fuck her whenever and wherever we want?" Amber piped up.

"Yup. So long as you don't hurt her, don't get her pregnant, and don't get her put in jail, she's yours to use as long as she's my slave," Sara said, her gaze turning back to Jade's face. Jade pushed her hair back into place as best she could. The concern that was building on her face washed away as soon as that statement registered. She nodded in compliance.

"What if we want to use her now?" Lynn asked. Sara shook her head.

"We have some place to be right now, and we're running a little late. Do we have a deal then? I get to suck on that red bushed cunt and you get to suck on my Asian fuck toy?"

"Deal!" both of the other girls said. Sara looked at Jade and winked. She stepped forward and planted a deep French kiss on Lynn and they broke.

"It's official then. We should probably get out of here before the cops show up. With all the moaning and screaming somebody probably reported us," Jade said quietly. Sara nodded in agreement. The four girls got in their vehicles and took off. Sara allowed Jade to put her dress back on and both of them were smiling broadly. Jade pulled out of the park and started heading the rest of the way to the Dairy Faerie.

"Joke's on them, huh," Jade said. "I'll be your slave for the next few hours, and then it's back to the way it was."

"Slave, you're going the wrong way," Sara said softly.

"Mistress Sara? This is the right way to Dairy Faerie," Jade said equally as softly, but a hint of worry was in her voice.

"It is, but we're not going to Dairy Faerie."

"What the fuck, Sara?" Jade almost yelled.

"It's Mistress Sara, don't forget again. You said I was your mistress until we leave Dairy Faerie," Sara said, smiling.

"Yeah, but. . ." Jade started. Sara cut her off with a wave of her hand.

"But nothing, slave. If I'm your mistress until we leave Dairy Faerie, then we're not going back. I'm enjoying this way to much to just give it up; and I think you are too. I've never seen you cum that hard before, Jade. It was incredible. I think next time we find those two we need to tape what I'll have them do to you." 

Jade said nothing but kept driving. Her face flushed with heat, humiliation, anger, and pure raw lust. She never admitted to Sara that she was right, but Sara knew she was right. Jade did like being the slave, and she liked it more than she liked being in charge.

"Mistress Sara, where would you like me to drive you?" she said politely after licking her lips. Sara leaned back and spread her legs, forcing her dress to ride up and her blonde pussy to peek out. Jade couldn't help but look at her new mistress's sex and lick her lips again. Sara just enjoyed the cool feeling of the night air on her hot cunt.

"Drive us out to Jess's place. I want to see what the fuck my brother is up to."



The New Mysteries Ch. 05



*This is a continuation of chapter 3 and takes place on a semi-simultaneous timeline with chapter 4. It is recommended that you go back and read all the other chapters so you know what's going on in this one. Read, enjoy, and don't forget to vote!*

Max shut the door behind Velma and started chuckling. He wondered if she would clean the stings of cum out of her hair before she met with his parents. That would lead to some explaining; Velma hadn't been laid from what he knew from his parents or from Jess for over a year. Velma would come up with something to say, she always did, but right now Max was more interested about that photo album in the basement den. He'd only been through half of it and he was pretty much to the end of the newspaper articles from what his parents had told he and Sara about their detective agency.

Max stopped off in the kitchen and got himself another gin and tonic before heading back down to look at the photo album. He carried the drink down stairs and turned the stereo on to the local hard rock station. Max turned the volume down; he didn't care about the music so much as he just wanted something to fill the silence of the empty house. He sat down in a dry spot on the couch and slid the photo album over on the coffee table. 

The pages turned and yellowed newspaper articles and pictures appeared. His parents, Velma, and Norville at the Old Mill, the four of them at the museum, the four of them at the bookbindery, and more pictures and stories followed. Ten pages later there was a thick red ribbon marking a page. In it was a picture of the Martin Mansion on the east side of town and the caption "Mystery Inc. Fails!" It looked like it was front-page news. Max had heard of this before. It was the one mystery that his parents and the other two couldn't solve. In the last 20 years it had never been solved. Max chuckled to himself; it was the one true haunted house in town and between the cops and his parents, they had little other choice but to accept that. Max turned the page.

Bush. Red, thick hair was looking at him. It was a Polaroid, and looked to be older than Max. The fur was trimmed neatly into a wide strip above the top of the wet, large clitted pink slit, but on the sides it was shaved clean. The skin was fine porcelain white. It was probably the tastiest looking pussy he'd ever seen, and between Jess, Jade, and his sister, Max had seen quite a few good ones. He looked over at the next picture and there was a thick long cock entering that same pussy. The shot was farther back, but he still couldn't see who was pictured. There was at least 8 inches of dick sticking out of the cunt in the picture, and it looked like it was as thick as Max's wrist. The cock was glistening with juice for almost its entire length. The background was unable to be made out, but the next picture made things a lot clearer for Max's floundering mind.

It was the redhead again, and her head was thrown back. Her perky tits were firm against her chest and her light brown nipples were stiff and sticking straight out. Her lips were completely engulfing the mammoth rod that was impaling her and the stomach and groin of the owner of that cock were completely drenched He followed the tight body up past those perky tits again, up the slender swan-like neck to the almost pixie-like face. Her mouth was wide open in a silent scream of pleasure as her pussy pumped cum out onto the meat she was riding. Her eyes were closed tight in ecstasy, and her crimson hair was kept out of her face by a purple ribbon. It draped down the sides of her face and down her back, in a thick sweat soaked mane. It was his mother. 

He guessed that the guy she was fucking was Shagger, but he wondered who was taking the pictures. Max's eyes moved slowly to the last of the four polaroids on the page and that question was answered. It was a down-angle of what looked like the same scene. Velma was sitting on Norville's face. Daphne's knees were at the very top of the picture, it looked like she had risen back up to the top of Shagger's cock. Velma's lips were locked around the head of Fred's dick, and her eyes were staring straight up into the camera, straight into Fred's eyes. They were glazed, but they had an animalistic lust behind them and a devilish glint lit them up. She almost looked like Jess except for some very subtle differences around the mouth and the shape of her chin; traits that Jess had picked up from her father, Norville.

Max's dick was hard. It had gotten up so many times in the last few hours he started wondering how much abuse it would take. He looked it over as he started idly stroking it and it wasn't raw by any means, so he figured he had a good wank left in it or an hour or two of fucking. Since the latter didn't present itself, he kept looking through the book. Max took a drink of the gin and tonic and turned the page.

This page had four pictures on it, just like the last, but it showed Velma and Daphne in a 69. It was a side shot and both girls had their legs pointing toward the camera, letting the photographer have a good shot of their tongues in each other's pussies. Daphne was on top, her flame red pubic hair glinting with wetness. Max pushed his jeans back off and started stroking his tool harder. 

"Max," he said softly to himself, "this is your mother." He took a drink and looked at the other pictures. There was a picture of his mom getting fucked, she was on her back staring straight into the camera, pushing her tits together and her index fingers were on her nipples. Her face was a mask of lust that he had only ever seen on his sister's face. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like his dad plowing into her in the background.

"Why shouldn't you want to fuck her?" Max said a little louder this time. His hand sped up on his cock. "You fuck your sister. Hell, you slam into Sara on an almost daily basis. She's not just your sister; she's your twin. There's gotta be something wrong with that. But there isn't, is there Max. It's not even wrong, it's natural. Why wouldn't fucking your mother be the same way? Besides, just look at her, Max," he heard himself say. His eyes moved back down to her face.

His mother's green eyes were almost glowing with a sexual possession. She was getting her father's cock slammed into her, and from the last page, it was at least as large as Max's, if not a little larger. Her teeth were slightly biting her lower lip, and the rest of the muscles in her face had gone limp. Her fingers were stroking her own little brown nipples, the same nipples that Max and Sara had suckled when they were growing up. Her face was not the face of a woman being made love to, and it was not the motherly face that Max had seen so many times throughout his 18 years of life, it was the face of a woman getting fucked. It was the face of a woman who was being used by a fuck toy for the man she would marry later, and she was loving it. She wasn't just a slut, she was a cum slut, and she wanted it anyway she could get it.

"Once a slut, always a slut," Max said to himself and tore his eyes away from those of his mother. The next picture showed Daphne holding her fire-framed pussy open and a fresh load of white cum sitting right inside. Her hole was still stretched open, and he was almost proud to see that it was absolutely loaded with cum. His mother's well-manicured fingertips were holding it open for the camera, and she had a crooked smirk on her face and one of her ruby eyebrows was raised sexily. Max's eyes drifted away from those green gems and back down to his mom's pink slit. He could feel his balls jump at the thought of it being his cum in his mother's steaming, glistening, well-used pussy instead of his father's. Part of him was almost jealous.

The next picture was of his mother's cum filled quim, but she was pushing it out and letting it drain down into the willing mouth of Velma. Max couldn't get over how much Jess looked like Velma. He started thinking of a threesome with his mother and Jess. He's love to see Jess sucking his hot spunk out of his mom. Redhead on redhead, just like in the picture. Jess would probably never go for it though. Velma might. It's not like she wasn't a cum slut as well. From the looks of things, she didn't have any problem munching Daphne's box. Max knew damn well and good that after tonight he wouldn't have any problems screwing both of them to orgasmic bliss.

The next picture showed Max's mother's pussy, still lewdly pulled open by her fingers and a long glob of cum dripping from it to the awaiting mouth of Velma Velma's long pink tongue was outstretched to its fullest, and he saw why his mother liked having that tongue in her pussy so much; there had to have been 4 inches of it sticking out of her mouth. No wonder she gave such good head. Max's dick started throbbing in his hand and he started pumping faster. He took another drink and looked at the next page or orgiastic lust. It was more of the same. His mother licking cum out of Velma, his father and Norville fucking his mother, Velma actually held off the ground by the Norville's cock buried deep in her ass. Another drink, another page.

Max came. His eyes only got a glance of the photos but long strings of cum shot out of him like fireworks on the 4th of July. In front of him were two pages of Velma, spread for the world. The first picture showed a beer bottle going open end first into her pussy. The next picture showed the bottle going in bottom first and just the top of the neck was sticking out. The next showed her squatting over an old milk bottle and taking half of that, the inside of which was collecting her pussy juice. She had to have been orgasming judging from the amount of juice collected in the bottle; the sides were slick with it inside and out and there was almost three-quarters of an inch of cum in the bottom. The picture after that showed Velma lying down on a table with Daphne on the top of her, Velma's tongue in Daphne's slit, Daphne holding Velma's pussy wide open for the camera. That same mischievous grin and cocked eyebrow was on his mother's face. 

The next Polaroid in the collection showed Daphne's cunt with two dicks shooting cum into it, Velma still holding the sides open. Jizz streaked her fingers and Velma's slit, but what amounted to a small pond of the stuff as accumulating inside her. The small auburn furred mound was running with cum and underneath it all, her pussy was glistening and almost red from abuse. The next page showed more of the same, and Velma's pussy was literally running over with sperm. Her thighs were coated, her bush was thick with the stuff, and Daphne, still holding that pussy open for the camera, was licking it off her stomach. 

Max didn't hear the door open, but it had. The girls were already standing down stairs in the entry to the den, and they saw Max's thick ropes of cum shoot uncontrolled over the picture album, his legs, and the coffee table. Sara waited until Max turned the page before clearing her throat. Max jumped up, his still rigid cock bouncing against his belly and slowly back and forth to its normal rock-hard position. The album hit the floor.

"Sara...Jade, I uh," Max started to stammer. Both girls had their eyes on Max's cock. He took in their disheveled state. "So uh, what the fuck happened with you two tonight?" Max managed to say before both girls rang in with a "What the fuck?"

Max sat back and spun the album around in his lap. "You two have got to see this," he said. Jade and Sara walked up to the picture album and Max flipped to the normal newspaper clippings. The girls picked up the book and sat next to him on the couch. Max, having cum more today than he had last week, pulled his pants up and sat back, sweating. The pages were turned and they got to the ribbon marked page, the first page of Daphne being fucked slowly. 

Jade felt her pussy lips twitch and Sara felt a rush of renewed wetness to her pussy as they came to the same slow realization that Max had.

"Max, is this..." Sara said softly, her nipples stiffening.

"Yeah, that's Mom and Dad, and Jade's dad and Velma." Max said softly. Sara started slowly fingering her rapidly re-soaking slit and Jade sat submissively, waiting to be told what to do, but her nipples were aching to be played with and were standing at attention.

The page was turned and they got a look at Velma and Daphne eating each other. Their cum covered faces weren't looking at the camera, their noses buried in each other's asses. Sara's body convulsed and a micro-orgasm shook through her body.

"Mistress, please?" Jade begged, her fingers tapping and balling up into fists on her thighs.

"Mistress, what the fuck?" Max asked, his cock getting harder in his pants. It started to twitch to the top of his waistband as he was watching the girls look at the pictures.

"Jade's mine. I own her. I used to be hers and she made me do things, but it was a secret. Now she's mine and she'll do what I say, when I say," Sara said confidently. A look of confusion washed across Max's face. "As a matter of fact, she'll do anything you say, too," Sara said looking at her brother.

"Oh yeah?" Max said, his confusion turning to a twisted smile.

"Jade, take your dress off," Max said. Jade didn't even hesitate. Slowly, she drug her dirty dress up over the top of her head, enjoying the feeling of the material scraping over the tops of her nipples, offering some release form the pent up tension in her pussy. Max saw her shiver slightly as the hem passed over her very erect nipples and watched them bounce a little as they were finally free. Her dress hit the floor and she stood there, waiting for another order from either of her two masters.

Max shot a curious, horny look to Sara and she just looked right back, her eyes sparkling and her bottom lip between her teeth. Sara cocked an eyebrow and so did Max.

"Jade," Max said still looking at Sara. "I want you to..." he said, but the phone interrupted him. He sighed deeply. "I want you to answer the phone," he said dejectedly. Max started to stand up from the couch when he heard the panicked voice on the other end of the phone. He couldn't make anything out, but he heard lots of a female voice and yelling. Jade's eyes went wide and she looked at Max and Sara. Then there was nothing but silence.

"Um, we need to go," she said and smashed the phone down into the cradle. Her dress was off the floor in a flash and her sore, used body seemed to move with an unnatural agility.

"Jade, what's wrong?" Sara asked, standing quickly and throwing clothes at her brother.

"Uh, that was Velma. They're all at the Old Mill."

"And?" Max said excitedly, panic rising in his voice.

"And they're in some pretty deep shit."

"Who!" Sara demanded. Max knew. Max didn't even have to think twice.

"Our parents. All of them."



The New Mysteries Ch. 06



**This is a direct continuation of Chapter 3. It's been a while since I've updated this story line, so take some time to read the others in the series, and don't forget to vote!**

Velma sped down the road driving her beat up VW van. She'd barely managed to keep it running all these years, and it wasn't the van of the investigation company of her younger days any longer. The loud blue and green van with bright red lettering had since been repainted to a powder blue. The inside had been completely redone in the past few years, but Velma simply couldn't afford to have the engine completely overhauled.

Her pussy still tingled from fucking her daughter's boyfriend. She just couldn't believe how much he looked like Fred from the old days. "Damn bitch," Velma hissed under her breath. "You let him cum in my cunt, the least you could have done was let me fuck him," she bitched again, dodging pot-holes on the gravel road as she sped off to the abandoned Old Mill. "Oh well, I'm getting mine through your son," she said, smiling. Velma felt her pussy release a squirt of juice, her thoughts of having Max's rock hard meat in her cunt and ass was keeping her sex boiling hot and making her body tingle. Her nipples were on fire, the course knit of the sweater raking against them with every turn of the wheel.

She was at the Old Mill sooner than she expected, and her legs were still a little wobbly from the Gin and from the fucking she'd just received: she almost fell out of the van. She straightened herself up and sighed deeply. She could feel the crotch of her jeans was wet with her soaked pussy leaking her juice and what was left of Max's cum. Her nipples were at full attention, noticeably tenting the orange yarn of her sweater. With a second sigh, she stepped into the front door of the Old Mill. Inside she saw Fred, Daphne, and Shagger standing there, waiting impatiently.

"Bout fucking time," Velma said, crossing her arms under her tits. Velma almost licked her lips remembering what those rose colored nipples tasted like, and even better, what that strawberry blonde bush tasted like when it was dripping wet.

"Down, girl," Velma said, chiding herself. She could feel the heat in her crotch radiate out even hotter, her oven of a pussy growing wetter in lust. Velma forced herself to focus.

Norville was wearing his typical dress these days; loose tan cargo pants, a loose and oversized t-shirt with some band logo she didn't recognize, and his trademarked shaggy brown hair. His boots were new, too; steel toed combat boots from the looks of it. He was there with the bored ambience that was worn by many burned out stoners from the 70's.

Daphne was there, wearing tight fitting blue jeans, faded in all the right places and wearing thin along all the seams. With her taste, Velma couldn't tell if that was the latest fashion or one of her allowances that she gave herself; too comfortable to throw away no matter how out of style they may or may not have been. She was wearing a lavender cable-knit top which served to accentuate her modest bust with its swelling lines around her still-firm tits. Her shoes were white sneakers, spotlessly clean like the rest of Daphne's clothes.

Freddy, the ever-present leader, was wearing cargo pants like Shagger was, but they were darker and seemed more dressy than their stoner friend's. His shirt was a white t-shirt, a size too small, which showed off his muscled chest and shoulders like he wasn't wearing anything at all. Velma felt her quim quiver with desire, and then had to fight off a full body shiver over how much Max looked like his dad. Her eyes drifted back down his body to the outline of his prick hanging down his right leg. She kept moving her eyes and noticed that he was wearing a pair of boots much like Shagger's.

"Well, what's your excuse this time?" Daphne said, tapping her foot.

"I...uh..." she stammered, not wanting to tell Daphne that she had just pulled Max's huge cock out of her ass before coming here and that she'd been fucking him while talking to Daphne a few minutes ago.

"Looks like she's had a booty call," Shagger said, his eyes riveted to Velma's crotch. Everyone looked down to the dark fabric at the junction of Velma's thighs. She turned bright red and her face shot up to look Daphne in the eyes.

"Who the hell have you been..." Daphne said, almost laughing at her friend's embarrassment.

"You won't be laughing if I tell you," Velma thought to herself.

"Does it matter?" Freddy interjected. "Look, we haven't got this thing solved in 20 years. I just want to find out how haunted this place is. There isn't electricity hooked up here, there hasn't been since 1968 and there's still lights seen around here. It's been boarded up and nobody's been here but us, supposedly, and people still hear equipment running."

"Yeah, but, like, we never have," Shagger said calmly. He was looking around, familiarity with the Old Mill still not taking away his dread.

"Whatever, Shaggy," Daphne said, putting heavy emphasis on his most hated nickname.

"Daph, I know I told you..." he said, letting his voice trail off.

"Can we not fight? Yeah, it was a queer nick-name that you got from the studio. Daphne probably shouldn't have called you "Shagger" in front of the execs in the first place, but she did, and they changed it to Shaggy for you. Big fuckin' deal. You made your million, you stoner fuck," Velma spat.

"From what I recall, you sure do like to fuck the stoner," Norville said under his breath. Velma couldn't help but remember Shagger's huge dick; almost 13 inches long and as thick as her own wrist. He was always gentle with her unless they were all high. The night Jess was conceived they were both fucked up on coke and he pistoned that huge rod in and out of her like a jackhammer. In the middle of the fucking, he'd stretched her out so much that he could actually burry all of his monster in her wanton cunt. She felt another surge of cum gush from her cunt and she couldn't suppress the full-body shiver this time. Shagger smiled and leaned back, the offense completely gone from his stance.

"Look, Goddamnit, this is going to be our last time trying to solve this fuckin' mystery," Fred said, pushing himself into the conversation. "The cops won't give us clearance again to get in here and this is the only mystery we've never solved. We need to find out what the fuck is going on here and who's doing it, or if this place really is haunted."

"There's no such thing as ghosts," Velma murmured. Fred sighed deeply and his eyes closed in frustration.

"I know, you silly cum guzzling twat," Fred said firmly. "That's why we have to figure it out."

Velma crossed her arms and hunched down, her eyes hitting the floor around her feet. The arguing and planning went on around her, but Fred shutting her down like that made her think about high school and all the hell she'd caught then for being the nerdy one and being outcast. She fought back a tear when she saw something in the dust in the floor.

"Jinkes," she said quietly. She started looking around the floor quickly, looking toward the office door directly in front of her.

"What do you have, Velma?" Daphne said. Velma hadn't realized everyone had stopped talking and they were all looking at each other.

"Did we bring anyone else in here with us?" Velma asked, pushing past Freddy, taking the time to feel his crotch while her body was blocking Daphne's view. Three heads shook. "Well, someone else is here," Velma said, pointing to the floor. Three sets of eyes joined her gaze and they saw it, two sets of foot prints in the dust, disappearing into the shadow beyond the light of the door. 

Velma stepped backward, looking at her own tracks next to the other two unknown sets. 

"These are fresh, there's no dust in them, and their no new dust in mine," Velma said. Fred clicked his flashlight on and followed the tracks, straight to the offices of the Old Mill.

"If they're fresh, I don't know how the fuck they got in here," Shagger said calmly. "The door was boarded up when we arrived," he added. Velma started to follow the tracks back to their point of origin, but she lost them in the light of the doorway where they'd all been standing and pacing, disturbing the dust too much to follow the prints. Velma looked up and saw the ledge above them; all that was left of a catwalk from when the mill was still running. She followed it, knowing that it went to an old caved in stair case.

"Freddy, give me a flash light," Velma said. Fred pulled a small mag-light out of his back pocket and gave it to Velma. "Shagger, follow me," Velma said, and she immediately went to following the cat walk to the collapsed stairs.

"Like, I'd follow that ass anywhere," he said and caught up to her, his huge feet clapping heavily on the boards behind her.

"What do you want us to do, V?" Daphne asked hurriedly.

"Figure out where they went and who they are!' Velma half-shouted back.

It didn't take long for Velma to get to the stair case, and like everything else, it was covered in dust and debris from years of dilapidation. The beams of the cat walk were too high for her to reach and try to pull herself up.

"Shagger, you want to give me a hand, push me up there?" she asked. Shagger nodded and got behind her, his huge hands almost encircling her waist.

"Times like these, I wish you still wore those skirts," he said, a smile plastered to his face. Velma chuckled lightly at the memory of running around and solving mysteries with no panties on under her knee-length school skirts, and more importantly of all the fingering and fucking she'd done when she was alone with any of the other Mystery Inc. members. It brought right back to her attention how wet and hot she was and how the seam of the crotch of her jeans was rubbing deliciously through her split slit, forcing her camel toe deeper and rubbing roughly against her aching clit.

"Times like these I wish I could still fuck you," Velma said, the memories of Norville cheating on her flooding back to her mind. The heat left her pussy in an explosion, as it had come in the first place. 

"Like, you still can," Shagger said, lifting Velma up by her waist. She grabbed a hold of the ledge and pushed herself up, feeling Norville's finger slide across her ass and down the seam in the center of her jeans. That rekindled the lust her crotch before she even knew what hit her.

"No, I can't, you lecherous fuck. If you hadn't fucked Mai Ling behind my back, maybe. But after doing that and then lying about it, repeatedly, for our whole freshmen year at State, to everyone but me, and then knocked her skinny Chinese cunt up, maybe I could." Velma said roughly. 

"Maybe you can now, you know you want to," Velma heard her internal voice say. She shook her head and rolled to her feet, her flash light hitting the gangway.

"What do you see?" Shagger said with a heavy sigh. 

"This is how they came in," Velma said, her light following the tracks. They started at a window that had two board removed. "Looks like they came in a window from the hip roof over the machining area," Velma continued. She walked carefully over to the window, watching her step on the failing lumber. She looked out and she saw a cherry red Camaro parked out side, just out of sight from the main entry.

"There's a nice Camaro out here, looks like a '69," Velma said to Shagger. He was waiting patiently below, staring lewdly at her ass, noticing that her pussy wasn't the only thing that was wet and there seemed to be cum leaking out of her ass as well.

"Jesus, Velma, you really did get a good fucking, didn't you," Norville said lowly. Velma shot around, red faced, standing straight up. The catwalk below her shook a little and the lumber creaked. She very slowly can carefully crept along the wall, trying to step only where there were joists under the planking.

"I don't see how that's any of your business anymore," she hissed out. She came to the end of the walk and sat down gingerly, getting ready to slide off. Norville stepped below her, holding his arms up to catch her, almost able to touch her dangling feet.

"Like, that's never stopped us before. Come on, tell me," Shagger said. Velma looked hesitantly at him for a second.

"You can't tell anyone," she said apprehensively. Shagger nodded. "I was fucking Daphne's son when she called," she said meekly and slid off the cat walk. Norville almost faltered in catching Velma, but his hands were still there. They slid along her legs, feeling the denim slip under them, up to her sweater which bunched up as she slid down into his hands. The fabric hesitated at her tits, pushing them up with it and then letting her pendulous mounds fall free, her erect nipples bouncing in Shagger's lecherous gaze. "Oh God," Velma moaned. "I need it. I need you inside me. Fuck me hard and fuck me now, Shagger," Velma continued, falling against her former boyfriend's body, her hands drifting to his rapidly hardening cock while her pussy fired up thinking of the huge cock she manipulated.

****

"How long do you think it'll take until those two start fucking each other's brains out?" Daphne asked Freddy.

"I dunno, Daph," Fred replied. "I was just wondering how long we should wait before we start," Fred said, licking his lips. The two followed the foot prints through the maze of rooms in the office portion of the Old Mill until they stopped at a door. 

"Freddy, I think our kids are..." Daphne started with a deep sigh. 

"Shhh...listen to this," Freddy said, cocking his ear toward the door. Daphne swore she heard a slight moaning sound coming from inside.

Daphne put her ear to the door and listened while Freddy looked through the key hole to try to get a look.

"Oh Amber, that's sooooo good. You really want to eat that cunt don't you. We'll have to see what we can do to her Monday. What was it that.....oooooohhhh....Saraaaaaaah.....said? Just don't....oh God....just...don't....get....just don't......Oh Goooooood," came the voice through the door. Daphne found her rubbing herself, her brain slowly registering that they might be talking about her Sarah, but too caught up in the sapphic love scene that must have been unfolding on the other side of the door.

Freddy, on the other hand, didn't hear what was going on, but he sure was getting an eyeful. Draped over an old desk was a brunette, probably his daughter's age or a little older, naked as the day she was born. She was pulling on her nipples and mauling her own breasts and there was a lithe little redhead giving her pussy a proper tongue bath, taking long slow strokes up and down and then stabbing inside her cunt with her tongue; the redhead's whole head moving with the motion. Fred was hard instantly. He looked up and he saw his wife starting to squeeze her thighs together and maul her tits as she listened at the door.

They were ready to open it for a better look when they heard a scream coming from the main room. They both looked toward each other, Freddy catching the girls in the room jerking straight up as his eye ripped away from the keyhole. 

"Velma!" they both shouted and tore off through the hallways, the white circle of their flashlight swinging wildly before them.

***

Velma popped the buttons on her fly before Norville even had his first one undone. Her pants slid down to her ankles as she kicked her shoes off. Shagger's pants were down and his monument us rod was out and hard as a rock as they both stepped over to the wall. Velma bent over and grabbed a hold of a window ledge, pushing her bare ass and cleanly shaven cunt lips back toward him. Shagger could see the juice dripping off them as her flower opened and he wasted no time in putting his cock head to her aching, hot slit. He slid the head quickly up and down her pink box, teasing her opening as well as her clit as he jerked himself rapidly.

"Don't tease me, you bastard," she hissed. She was quickly rewarded with Norville shoving the first three inches of his cock in her box. She moaned loudly and she felt her twat swelling and stretching around his huge pole. It seemed to move on its own, having its own memories and wanting his huge fuck rod buried deep inside her. She felt her cum ooze out onto his rod, and he began to slowly stroke it out of her, pushing back in as her pussy returned to normal size around his retreating head. 

"Oh fuck, Velma, it's been sooooo long," Shagger said and started pushing slowly back in, this time getting almost 5 inches pushed into Velma's velvet vice before he stopped.

"Oh my God, it sure is...." she panted out. Her mind exploded with memories of being fucked and used after their mysteries, or during if she could get away with it. Part of her wished she had Daphne here to eat her pussy and suck her clit as the huge dick slowly rode in and out of her wanton sex, but another part of her was still picturing Max's dick stroking in and out of her pink depths. 

Shagger's cock started throbbing as he pulled out of her slowly, each one eliciting a cooing noise from Velma. His peach-sized cock head popped loose from her pussy, the wet sound echoing around the entry of the Old Mill like a firecracker. She shuddered and shivered with the absence, her pussy flexing and contracting, drooling with her cunt honey as she waited for the cock to be put back in her pussy. It wasn't a long wait and she felt her pussy stretching deliciously to accommodate Norville's huge prick.

She couldn't help but remember everything she'd done to stretch her pussy out to let his huge prick in her depths. She used regular vibrators and dildos at first, and then graduated to cucumbers, ears of corn, and anything else she could buy. She loved watching the objects she'd use disappear into her pussy. She could feel herself getting wetter on Shagger's prick just thinking about it. Her roommate in college was the best though.

Velma had been fucking herself with the thick end of a beer bottle when her roommate walked in, drunk off her ass, from a party. Lucy was the first black woman on campus, and that made her more than popular; she was a sex object and was apparently very very good. Velma wasn't thinking clearly and just kept masturbating herself, watching the brown glass slide in and out of her pussy, fixated by the amount of her clear cum was running down the bottle.

Lucy apparently wasn't thinking very clearly either, and in her drunken state she bent before Velma and watched, stroking her own pussy under her skirt, her right hand roughly grabbing her tits in turn. Lucy's hand went up to the bottle and pulled it out, the wet popping sound accompanied by a splash of Velma's cum as her cunt slapped shut after the large end of the bottle left her depths. Lucy set the bottle down and started playing with the white-girls auburn framed slit, slipping three, then four fingers deep into the hot wet flesh. It wasn't long until her whole fist was deep inside Velma, and the white girl was in constant orgasm, her pussy flooding the mattress under her with her thick cum. Velma was transfixed by the sensations of the wiggling fingers inside her, the depth that they were reaching, and the look of her stretched twat around the deep ebony of Lucy's arm.

Velma came. Her whole body shook and she almost lost her grip on the window ledge. She heard her pussy juice splatter against the dusty wood floor under her and then realized after a second massive orgasm rocked her body that Shagger wasn't in here and she couldn't feel his body heat anywhere near her. In shock, worry, and lust, she turned around, her cum rolling down her thighs making her quiver again. 

Once the scene before her finally registered, she screamed.

**

By the time Velma and Fred got back out to the main room, they were in a panic. Not only had their long-time friend just issued a blood curdling scream, but in the minute since then, there was only silence. Not even the sounds of crickets in the mill or the wind through the boarded windows was heard; it was deathly still. The duo exploded through the door into the main room and stopped. Daphne stopped so fast she actually fell down, landing hard on her ass. 




The New Mysteries Ch. 06



Shagger was in the center of the room, floating. He was in rapture, but he was floating in mid air, his stiff cock bending and flexing in front of him. Daphne was next to him, she had been stripped completely naked, and Fred and Daphne could see her flesh being manipulated by an unseen hand, her pussy being pulled and stretched, her tits mauled by invisible fingers. Both of them were moaning softly, but Velma's moans seemed to be muffled. Daphne was the first to notice her throat muscles working some invisible intruder.

Daphne pulled her cell phone out immediately and in a panic hit her first speed dial number, the number for Velma's house. It rang twice and it was picked up. It took Daphne a second to realize that it was Jade on the other end of the phone.

"Oh my Fucking GOD! Get your ass to the Old Mill right now! Get Sara and Max if you can find them! We're in pretty deep shit and I don't know what the fuck is going on! Get the sheriff or something! Hey! Don't! Noooo!" Daphne screamed into the phone. Something started to pull it out of her hand and she was fighting for control of it. Ultimately, the spectral hand won out and the phone flew across the room and shattered. Daphne felt the hands roam down her body, molest her through her shirt and then her pants. They stopped for a second and the fabric covering her cunt shredded and exploded, leaving nothing but ribbons of denim where the crotch of her favorite jeans used to be.

Fred was getting similar treatment, his jeans splitting from belt to knee along his right leg and his cock was being lifted and worked over, coaxing it to full hardness almost immediately. The feeling of multiple hands, fingers, and lips began caressing his organ, leaving his skin feeling the sensations but not the heat of being touched. His dick was being rubbed and sucked, his balls were being toyed with and kissed, his taint was being tickled, and even his ass was being licked. His senses surrendered to lust and let the ghostly hands work their magic on him.

Daphne was in the same boat. Her shirt ripped to shreds, her bra coming apart in the same motion, leaving nothing but scraps of fabric and thread clinging to her body. She actually lifted up off the ground, her legs being held wide apart by unseen hands, her body lying back on nothing, but she felt like she was on the softest bed she'd ever felt. Her pussy lips were spread and her length was being licked by not less than three tongues, her pussy lips were being sucked on and there was something sliding in and out of her back entrance. She looked down to see what looked like clear fingers mauling her tits and playing roughly with her nipples. The soft creamy skin of her fleshy mounds was obviously being manipulated, the meaty tits folding around unseen fingers. Her head was tipped back and she felt something open her mouth and push past her teeth. She began sucking feverishly at whatever it was that snaked down her throat.

The whole room filled with the moans of the four adults, being fucked, sucked, licked, teased, and tickled into more pleasure then they'd ever felt. Each of them were consumed by the fuzzy electricity of sexual bliss, the feeling rocking up and down their bodies like lightening, the fire growing in each of their sexes. The sounds of the others being willingly violated only increased their pleasure. None of them noticed that two other voices had joined the orgasmic choir, and none of them saw the two 18 year old lesbians being violated and pleasured in the same manner.

*

Max, Sara, and Jade had gotten themselves straightened out in record time. Jade rushed to her room at Velma's place and had changed into something not soaked in cum. Sara had thankfully left a few pair of jeans and a shirt here in the past and they were ready for her as well. Max zipped up and dug around until he found his shirt and the three of them met in the foyer of the house.

Not a word was said as they piled into Max's car, Max driving and the other two buckling in for safety. The Old Mill was 10 miles of shitty, lose, pot-hole riddled gravel from Velma's place. Max made it in 6 minutes. Jade called the city dispatcher and asked to get the county sheriff out there immediately because their parents were in some kind of trouble.

The black Chevy roared into the Old Mill lot, Max whipping the car around to try and stop before hitting the building. The three of them piled out, Max opened the trunk and grabbed a baseball bat and they charged into the building, not knowing what to expect.

What they did see, blew their mind. Their parents were floating in the middle of the room. Shagger was upside down now, his cock hanging lewdly out in front of him, bending and flexing from some unseen manipulation. Velma and Daphne had been slid together, their pussies mashed together and they were moaning loudly, floating 3 feet off the ground, their loud moans muffled by something stroking in and out of their expanding and collapsing throats. All three kids could see their belly's moving as if something huge was sliding out of Velma and into Daphne and then back into Velma's cunt. Their ample tits seemed to manipulate themselves and both girls were stroking the air like cocks with both of their hands.

Fred was off by himself, his massive organ moving much like Norville's. He was moaning for all he was worth and it looked like he would be cuming almost immediately.

Max, Sara, and Jade's eyes drifted over to the other corner of the entry and there was Amber and Lynn, each getting the same treatment as Velma and Daphne, their pussies exposed to the trio and they could all see them being forced open by something, their lips distending and their holes stretching deliciously as something invade them. Lynn's ass was flexing in a similar manner to her shaved pussy, and both those girls were moaning loudly, kissing each other. Lynn's tits were pushed up together and it looked like the air was fucking her tits, separating the flesh slowly and then retracting again.

Shagger was the first to cum. His load raced from the tip of his dick, stopping in mid air and pooling, looking like it was filling a small, unseen glass. His balls and cock were twitching heavily, each time they heaved, a powerful blast shot from his huge tool, adding to the blob of his fuck juice floating just off the tip of his cock.

Fred came next, his cum flowing through an unseen channel and then running back down it, pooling around his swollen member as he shot his load deep into an unseen rapist. Eight heavy blasts shot into the air and collected in a pool around his cock.

The girls almost literally exploded. Daphne and Velma coated each other with their girl cum. It ran of their asses in rivulets, dripping off their asses and backs into the puddle already under them. Their bellies were coated with a mixture of their cum, some of it splashing clear up to their necks. The strawberry blonde bush of Daphne and the auburn-silver bush of Velma were soaked in juice and it ran around their ribs to their back, joining the rest of their cum on the floor. They were drenched in cunt honey; it looked like someone had hit them with water balloons of each other's cum. Small surges continued to boil up out of their pink slits, raining below them and flowing out onto each other's mounds.

Lynn and Amber gushed their juices out into the room, some of them hitting Daphne's face and hair. Amber's red bushed slit was split wide open and her cum shot out of her like a garden hose, three powerful blasts and then a slow trickle after that, her pussy slowly closing back down to its normal, unused size. Her cunt was still dribbling cum, though no where near the bursts that she had just released. A trail of her juice was soaking the floor, Daphne's hair dripping with it, Amber's puddle almost rivaling the joint puddle of Daphne and Velma as the two became one.

Lynn's shaved snatch came in one solid blast, spraying her thighs, knees, and all the way down to her toes. Droplets of her cum beaded in the dusty floor as her scream—the only sound other than the wet slapping sex they had all just witnessed—split the night air and brought them all back to reality. All five of the Old Mill explorers slowly drifted back to the floor, Fred's and Shagger's cum disappearing into thin air, while the girl's cum soaked into the floor which covered itself in dust again as if nothing had happened.

Max's eyes were darting between his mother's naked body and the body of Velma. He realized something was stroking his dick as well, and looked down to see his sister's hand. At some point in time while watching the show she'd pulled it out. Panic shook him and he realized their parents would see them. He was about to say something when Their mother turned to look at her twins; her daughter casually stroking an exact replica of her husband's cock while playing with herself, her knuckles stretching the fabric of her jeans. Jade was like wise playing with herself, her eyes not knowing where to stay.

The kids straightened themselves out, and nothing was said; everyone was still in shock. Max pulled his cock back in his pants and he couldn't help but notice how his mother was staring at it. Sara's hand slowly withdrew from her aching pussy, her juices glistening in the moonlight they were standing in, a fact not lost on her father who had been studying her every move. She wiped her hand off on her pants, leaving four dark stains where her fingers left her juice. Jade stopped mauling her tits and noticed that she had cum hard enough to soak through the crotch of her pants. Her father was staring at her lustily and he licked his lips, his eyes gluing to the wet crotch of her pants.

The adults stood up after a short time, the bodies of Daphne, Velma, Lynn, and Amber were still coated in cum, and it was starting to get dry and sticky, a feeling the Amber seemed to enjoy very much. Lynn and Amber were the first two to get to the door, blushing heavily as they walked past Sara and Jade. Lynn stopped for a moment only to say, "Baseball team, next weekend, all of them." She gave Sara a quick wink and rushed out after Amber. Jade shuddered at the though, both in revulsion and in lust. A very loud part of her brain wanted to be used by all 20 of the seniors on their varsity baseball team, and her pussy gushed another shot of honey down into her already soaked crotch.

Lynn's Camaro took off and it wasn't 15 seconds later that the sheriff pulled in. Daphne, Velma, Shagger and Fred were trying to conserve some modesty. Shagger and Velma were the only two whose pants hadn't been shredded by the ghosts of the Old Mill, but Velma was topless. Daphne was completely naked and Fred gave her his shirt. The old t-shirt was like a night gown on her, and she was covered enough. Fred was screwed either way; his pants had been ripped wide open, he wasn't wearing underwear, and no matter what, there was no graceful exit past the sheriff for him.

The cop looked in dumbfounded as three teenagers and 4 adults walked out, looking used, confused, and all together too happy.

"What the fuck happened in there?" the sheriff asked, his eyes wide, his hand on his gun. Fred shook his head and shrugged.

"We're closing the book on this one, Sheriff. There's no one in their but ghosts, probably never has been."

The Sheriff stood, hand still on his gun, his mouth open as he saw the women walk out, looking thoroughly fucked, Daphne wearing Fred's shirt, Velma wearing Norville's. They got in their vehicles and slowly drove away, leaving the sheriff there, scratching his head.



The New Mysteries Ch. 07



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Quieted moans of pleasure filled the candle-lit bedroom, mingling in the air with the wet sounds of sex. The smells of pleasure filtered about the room, with the scent of creaming pussy mixing with the odor of previously shot cum.

"Oh my god," woman as she rose up, back arching, her short strawberry blonde hair flying in a blur with her movement. Its golden tones shimmered in the candlelight, the strawberry tones looking like fire as her hips rocked in slow circles on her lover below. "Oh god, you feel so good inside me," she said, raising her hips rhythmically, enjoying the throbbing feeling of the thick cock in her belly.

"Deep inside you," whispered her lover. He thrust up inside her, his strong back arching and lifting her nearly a foot off the bed.

"Oooh!" she moaned loudly. Her fingertips raked down his well-muscled chest, leaving red trails in their wake. "Oh god, I love it when you do that," she cooed. He laughed gently and reached up to fondle her voluptuous, firm breasts. His thumbs played with her rosy nipples and their heaving bodies kept colliding sloppily in the flickering.

The man grabbed the young woman's waist, his huge hands nearly encompassing the entire diameter. He pulled her down onto his stiff cock, burying it as deep as he could and then lifted her to slam her back down again. She moaned lowly in the pleasure as his cock popped out of her at the end of every stroke, her juicing pussy trying to slurp his thick manhood back into her womb. At the bottom of each rapid, pounding stroke, his cock buried itself to the hilt in her slippery velvet vice.

"You're gonna make me cum," she moaned loudly, her back arching to feel his cock slam into and along her g-spot..

"That's the idea," he whispered, his lips caressing her neck, his tongue flicking down it softly. She moaned again, and he could feel her pussy start to spasm around his thick cock.

"I'm cuming, oh my god, I'm cuming!" she moaned harder, her hands grabbing the sheets tightly. He listened to her scream, loving the sound, arching his hips against hers knowing that she would start to scream at the top of her lungs soon enough. The scream came, and her voice starting low, then going high, then disappearing completely in her rapture. Her juices flooded out around his cock, squirting noisily onto his crotch and coating their thighs. Five powerful gushes of cum shot from her hot pink box, soaking the sheets below them, as well. The man kept pumping away through her orgasm, her body shaking violently each time his cock nearly left her pussy, and each time it was completely swallowed up by it.

"I'm gonna cum," he moaned, driving deeper and faster, their bodies slapping together wetly

"Oh god, Maxy, cum in my cunt!" the woman panted in mid-ecstasy, still shaking from the cum that she was in the throws of. "I want to feel it splash into my cunt, " she purred, another orgasm rocking her body as her eyes burned with passion. His hands reached her turgid nipples and her tongue hit his massive, dripping mushroom at the same time. She pushed herself forward, rubbing her clit against his the root of his thick dick as it slammed in and out of her. She stared into his eyes, her hands on his chest, her nails digging into the meat of his pecks.

"Cum, Goddamnit! Cum in my cunt, you bastard!" she breathed, her voice gone feral and the burning passion in her eyes turning to engulfing lust. "Cum in my pussy, flood my cunt with your spunk. I want to feel it, I want it in my all goddamn day, and every time I think about your cock in my cunt, I want to feel your juice sliding around my fucking pussy!" she breathed harshly before biting Max on his collar bone. 

That was all it took; Max exploded. Rope after rope of thick cum shot from his balls and raced through his throbbing cock, filling the pussy that was wrapped around it. He felt the cunt raise up as he shot, keeping just his pulsating head locked in its depths, allowing his seed to completely fill it.

"Mom!" shouted a voice up the stairs. "You're going to be late for work, you hussy!" 

Max's body was still shuddering, in mid-orgasm as his mother rolled off him, her pussy popping open around his cock head only for a moment before sealing back shut. A thick drop of cum drew itself out and fell, silhouetted against the candle light behind her. 

"She's right, baby, I will be late. Besides, you and your sister have to get packed for college," Max's mom said, kissing him lightly on the lips, her tongue licking softly along his soft lips as he panted for air. "I meant it though, I love feeling your cum sloshing in my cunt all day," she said and turned around, sticking her ass out and flexing, posing for Max before she left the room. "What am I going to do with you gone to State?" she sighed, leaning against the door frame for a moment, her perfectly formed tits standing our from her skin, her nipples standing proudly.

"Might have to go back to fucking Dad," Max said, looking at his cum-covered cock before sitting up. He was coated in her juice, his blonde pubic hair matted down and he could feel it under his ass on his parents' bed and on his thighs. His mother laughed, blushing in the dim candle light and walked out the door to the bathroom. He heard the shower start and he smiled broadly, lacing his fingers together behind his head and laid in the bed, enjoying the afterglow. It wasn't 5 seconds later that Sara burst in the room.

"For fuck's sake, I thought she'd never leave!" Sara said, springing on the bed. She plunged Max's wilting rod into her mouth and moaned as she sucked her mother's cum off her brother's tool. "And you thought she'd be pissed if we got caught," Sara said, letting Max's stiffening prick pop free from her mouth for a moment before engulfing it and humming in pleasure. Max shivered in response, his sweat-covered body glowing in the dim light. She blew him sloppily as his dick returned to life, all 9 inches of it standing proudly from his golden nest of pubic hair. 

Sara's hand softly stroked her brother's rod as she gave his crotch a tongue bath, licking their mother's cum from her brother's thighs, ass, and balls. She'd been going at it long enough that they both had lost track of time. Max heard the shower stop and he shoed his sister away from his crotch.

"Hey, she's coming back soon!" Max said quietly.

"Big. Fucking. Deal," Sara said between bobbing her head on Max's cock. She'd gotten good enough she was almost swallowing all of his thick cock, but then she'd had plenty of practice lately. Max swung his legs around, his sister's mouth still glued to his dick, her head still bobbing as his entire length disappeared down her throat.

"Hey, Goddamnit, Sara! You lost that bet, you know he's mine this week! You can have him at State all you want, you little trollip!" their mother said, walking back into the room naked, her towel drying her short hair. She stopped, legs apart, her freshly shorn cunt glowing in the flickering light.

"But I have a present for you, Mom," Sara said, standing. Max sat straight up, watching his sister and mother fight over him. Again.

"What is it, baby?" Daphne sighed heavily. Sara giggled and stepped sideways in front of her brother. She began to sit, and before Max could even react, she reached down and grabbed his dick, guiding it to her pink ass. She guided it inside her nether channel, letting his full length go into her ass, loving the feeling of it twitching inside her clenching ass.

"I have a whole load of Daddy's cum for you to eat," Sara said leaning back. She reached down and spread her pussy lips, opening her cum-streaked pink core. A thick dollop of cum started rolling out of her pink slit, and Daphne's eyes were transfixed as she watched her husband's cum roll out of her daughter's glistening twat. 

Daphne fell to her knees before her daughter, keeping her legs close together to keep her son's spunk deep in her womb. Her tongue snaked out and slowly, lovingly, licked the cum off her daughter's snatch. She watched as her pussy clenched and released, knowing that Max's cock was buried deep in her tight ass and was enjoying the same feeling as her own tongue when her daughter squeezed her husband's spoo from her depths.

"Mmmm, hot and fresh," Daphne moaned. She started sucking on Sara's clit and moaned louder, making Sara moan loudly and she convulsed harder issuing another glob of cunt cum and jizz from her pink hot box. "I can't complain about the packaging, either," Daphne added and lapped the cum up like a kitten getting its first taste of milk.

"I think I'm gonna blow," Max said, listening to his mother and sister, feeling her tight hot ass trying to coax more man milk from his balls. Sara started flexing her sphincter faster and moaning louder.

"Mom, you want another load of cum in your slutty pussy?" Sara breathed out. Daphne drew Sara's clit into her mouth and pinched it between her lips, pulling it tight for an instant and she stood up.

"Oh fuck yes!" Daphne said lustily and laid down on the bed beside her kids. She drew her knees up to her chest and pulled them apart, rolling her ass up off the bed as she did so, her pussy separating. Both kids marveled at how much it looked like Sara's cunt, glistening in the dying light. Sara stood up and stood on the bed, kneeling over her mother's face, letting the last of her father's cum drip onto Daphne's mouth. Max watched his mother eat his sister out, drinking the remnants of their father's cum from her tight, juicy pussy as he put his cock at his mother's entrance.

Daphne unclenched her pussy and her hole opened up, showing her cum flooded cunt still swimming in Max's spunk.

"Do it, son, do it for your mother. Cum in my cunt!" Daphne moaned between licks on her daughter's slit. Sara leaned forward and pulled her mother's pussy farther open for Max and started slowly stroking his rod. It didn't take too much for Max to shoot his load in their mother's cunt for the second time in ten minutes. There was only a few shots this time, the first three almost splashing against the cum already in his mom, the fourth hosing down her slit from clit to asshole. Daphne started to cum and Sara let her pussy close, holding her hand against her mother's mound.

"Now, now, can't have you, oh, God, right there….we can't have you cuming your son's cum out of your pussy, can we, oh my God you're soooooo good at that Mom," Sara said, her pussy twitching over Daphne's face. 

Daphne's impending orgasm subsided and Sara let her up. She quickly pulled on some panties, not wanting a single drop of Max's cum to fall out of her twat. After the Old Mill, she re-discovered quite a few things about herself, and the feeling of a quim full of cum was one of her long-lost loves. 

Daphne dressed quickly and she French kissed both of her children as she stepped out the bedroom door. A few seconds later, they both heard the front door open and then slam shut.

"Gonna go and give Jess a good-bye fuck?" Sara said, flopping down on the bed beside her brother. Max was still trying to catch his breath.

"I'd like to skewer her and her mother, but since Shagger's back in the picture I can't hardly get Velma to fuck me, and when I do, she's so stretched out from Norville's cock that it's not that much fun for either of us," Max said dejectedly. He sighed deeply. "I guess I'll have to settle for fuckin' Jess."

Sara sighed deeply, mocking her brother. "Must be rough."

"Well if you wouldn't break your toys," Max said, chiding his sister. He looked over at her gorgeous naked body and felt his dick trying to stir back to life.

"It's not my fault! How the fuck should I have known that the baseball team would actually make the State Tournament. Besides, Jade's forgiven me for that by now," Sara said, stretching out on the bed, teasing her brother with her candle-lit body.

"Yeah, but not for getting her pregnant like that," Max added. 

"Not my fault!" Sara said defensively, waving a finger at her brother. "That was Lynn and Amber's fault. Besides, they both got what was coming to them, too," Sara added, shifting her gaze to the ceiling.

"I hardly see how them getting pregnant the same night as Jade is 'getting even.' If anything it makes it worse," Max said, flopping down next to his sister, his right hand softly tickling along her pelvic ridge.

"I think it's funny," Sara said, her hand finding its way down her brother's chest to his semi-hard rod. "This however, I find just fuckin' awesome. How does this thing stay hard all the time?" Sara asked, rolling over. Her hand finished wanking her brother's tool back to life and she spread her thighs, her right foot sliding up her left leg until it was at her knee, giving her brother's hand full access to her freshly-eaten snatch.

"I don't know, I just know that I'm the luckiest man on Earth," Max said, looking into his sister's eyes. She batted them at him and blushed.

"Then between you and Dad," she said, rolling over on top of him, rubbing her open pussy against his fleshy rod. They both enjoyed each other's heat as she slowly stroked his entire length from sack to head with the entire length of her slit. "I must be," she said, sliding the tip of her brother's cock into her dripping cunt.

"Oh God," they both moaned, their voices joining the slow slurping noises of their sex in the candle lit room.