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What To Do?

By: DG Hear



This story could be in a number of categories, Romance, Erotic Couples even a little Interracial to name a few. Thank you to WanderingScot for editing this story for me. 

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I'm Jerry Cahill. Born and raised in West Virginia, have an older sister and pretty much lead a normal life. We lived down in a valley in a somewhat rural area. This story begins shortly after my graduation from high school. I had signed up for a two year stint in the Air Force, and afterwards I would be on four years reserve. The job market was pretty tough and I wasn't much for going to college.

I was an athlete but from a small rural school which means you usually don't get noticed by any of the talent scouts. My dad ran a feed store and I figured I might be working there the rest of my life. I decided I wanted to take a couple of years off, get away and see the world like they say in the ads.

I hung around with some fairly decent friends, mostly ex jocks. We didn't cause a lot of trouble but we did drink our share of beer for being underage. I was due to leave for basic training in two weeks so I wanted to make the best of my days till then. Back in the valley was a private pond. The actual property it was located on was owned by my uncle Bob. The pond itself was quite far away from the house. We would go swimming there on the hot days. We usually didn't need suits.

His son Rob, my cousin was a high school dropout. He was two years older than me and was always getting in trouble. I stayed away from him as much as possible. I knew he dealt in drugs (weed) and I developed a dislike for him.

I think his goal in life was to fuck as many women as possible. He worked at a garage/filling station in the little town down the road. Even though I hate to say it since he was my cousin, he was bad news. He always had a couple of guys hanging around him. They were dropouts also and did most everything he told them too. He must give them free drugs or at least at a discount. Right now he grew his own marijuana.

Why women would hang with him was hard to understand. He must have presented the bad boy image and it attracted them to him. I knew some of the girls he had dated and they were from decent families. Others he would be with were what I call bar broads and party girls.

I usually distanced myself from him as much as possible. I've dated a few girls and had sex with a couple. Funny that after I dated them Rob asked them out. I guess he wanted to make sure he had sex with any girls I had been with. I later found out it was a jealousy thing with him. His dad had told him he wished he was more like me. I figured that just threw more coals into the flames of his dislike for me.

I need to tell you a little about Jessie. She was a neighbor girl down the road. We were the same age and good friends. We played together when we were younger but as we got older her parents told her to stay away from boys. She even got in trouble if I walked her home from school after getting off the bus.

Her parents were so strict; I really felt sorry for her. I had asked her out a dozen times and she always told me she couldn't. Her parents said she couldn't date till she was eighteen. They were way over protective. She had one sister who was four years older and left home the minute she graduated.

Anita, her sister married the first guy she went out with but luckily he was a good man. They now have two kids. Jessie's parents even got mad when she visited her sister. About all she did was housework, work the farm and read books. They didn't even own a TV till a couple of years ago.

When Jessie turned sixteen she begged her parents to let her work at the local grocery store. They agreed but she had to give half her earnings to them. She told me at school that she didn't care about the money, she was just happy to get out of the house. I felt sorry for her, all she wanted was a life.

Jessie was somewhat of a plain Jane. I figured it was because she wasn't allowed to wear makeup and her parents made her wear a dress to school. I could tell by looking at her that she probably had a great figure, just wasn't able to show it wearing the old fashioned dresses. It was hard to believe there were still people like her parents around.

I liked her a lot but never kissed her or even held her hand. I always hoped that someday we might date. I guess I was always intrigued by her. She had a few female friends at school. They were mostly the geek girls. Other girls talked about her behind her back. It pissed me off because she didn't deserve it.

I stopped at the station to get gas one day and I saw Jessie enter a store across from the station where Rob worked. Rob looked up and told me that one day he was going to fuck the hell out of Jessie. I told him to just leave the poor girl alone. She had enough to deal with without him making it even worse for her. He just laughed and told me it was going to happen.

As I mentioned earlier I was to leave for basic training two weeks after graduation. The weekend before I was to leave my friends asked if I was going to Rob's nude day party. I knew about it but wasn't planning on going, mainly because Rob was giving it. 

His dad would be gone that weekend so he was throwing a party at the pond. My uncle and Rob lived at an old farm place alone. My uncle and aunt divorced years ago. He leased out most of the acreage to a local man for growing corn.

Rob said he wanted to celebrate nude day. He was charging fifty dollars a head, to the guys only. All women could come to the party free. He was having a hog roasted and would supply a couple of kegs of beer.

I couldn't see giving him fifty dollars to get laid. I could probably do that on my own. Five of my buddies got together and said that each put up ten bucks as a going away present for me to go to the party. I finally agreed to go. I figured I might as well get laid my last day home.

At the party most everyone started out wearing bathing suits. As they began drinking and became less inhibited the clothes would begin coming off. I couldn't believe how many people showed up. There must have been two hundred and at least eighty of them were women.

I know readers or going to think this is a double standard but I know most young guys get horny and will have sex with just about anything that moves. I just have a hard time believing that women feel the same. I always thought that most women wanted more love and affection than just sex. Since I'm not a woman I guess I'll never understand.

Rob must have been making a pile of money by having this party. Besides making fifty bucks a head he also was selling his weed. I don't know, it just didn't seem right but if that's what the people wanted, so be it.

The party was well underway and people were starting to get naked. Some were in the pond swimming. Others were listening to a group of musicians playing. I looked up and I couldn't believe what I saw. Rob was over by the drink table and Jessie was with him.

I went over to see her. She had a dress on. Rob looked at me and gave me the creepiest look. "Look who I invited to the party."

"Jess, why are you here? You shouldn't be here." 

Rob butted in. "Hey, she's my date, leave her the fuck alone." He handed her a pina colada.

"I've never drunk alcohol Rob," she said.

"It's ok Baby, you'll love it. Give it a try," replied Rob.

She tasted it. "I like it," she said and almost drank it straight down. Rob made her another.

"Jess, please let me take you home. You don't belong here." Rob started to say something but Jess talked first.

"What do you mean I don't belong here? You're here! I want to have fun too. I'm over eighteen and can do what I want. You're almost as mean as my parents."

"For the last time Jess, let me take you home before you regret being here. You don't belong here. You're too nice to be here." I was sincere in what I was saying.

Rob spoke, "Jerry, you may be my cousin but Jess is my girl tonight. I suggest you stay the hell away from her or get the hell out of my party."

I looked at Jess, and she seemed just a bit sad. Then she looked at me as if in defiance and drank down her second drink quickly. I shook my head and walked away.

I didn't own her and I had warned her. What more could I have done? I did my best to stay away from her and went over by the pond. Word got around that I was leaving for the service the next day and I couldn't believe the attention I was getting. I had already drunk too many beers and was lying on my back when three women came up to me and removed my bathing suit.

I lay there as they began rubbing my body. My cock was hard in no time. Sheila, a black cheerleader from school said she always wanted to try me. I looked at her dark black bush as she lowered herself down on my very hard cock. Damn, she felt good.

Shelly, a gal I've dated a few times lowered her shaved pussy over my face as I ate her up. It was my first ever three- way. Sheila came and I saw her juices running down my cock. She thanked me and wished me luck. Renee, another cheerleader took her place and was riding my very stiff cock. She wasn't on me long when I felt Shelly coming with my tongue up her pussy.

It started a chain reaction that made me shoot a load into Renee and then Renee pushed down hard on my pelvic area and came herself. It felt so damn good. My face had Shelly's juices all over it and Renee's all over my cock. They both kissed me, wiped off the remaining juices from my face and wished me luck. 

As I was lying there recovering, an older woman I didn't know took my wet cock in her mouth and gave me oral sex. As I watched her I noticed one of my buddies was fucking her from behind at the same time. I had never had sex like this in my short life. I was pretty much a one on one type guy. This was almost a going away party for me.

I came from this older woman's manipulations. I could see my sperm coming out of her mouth. She must have swallowed quite a bit. Jim, my friend must have gotten his rocks off too. I jumped in the pond to get cleaned up a little.

I put my bathing suit back on and went and got some beer. It was then I saw Jessie smoking a weed. She was three sheets to the wind. The back of her dress was unbuttoned and Rob was removing it from her. She did have a swimsuit under it. I had to walk away, it really saddened me.

I drank my beer and decided to just go home. The last thing I saw was Rob fucking Jess. He yelled out, "Got a virgin here." He was giving me an evil grin.

His buddies went over to watch. I looked at Jess and she had her head turned and was looking at me. She had tears running down her face. I saw Rob get up and let one of his friends takr his place. Jess just laid there drunk and drugged. I had tears in my eyes and felt saddened when I last looked at her.

I got home and packed my gear. I was heading to the airport first thing in the morning. I thought about Jess. Was what she did any worse than what I did? I didn't have the answer and probably never would.

Nothing I could do about it now anyway. She made her decision. Whenever I thought of her I felt hurt inside. Why? We were just friends. I was off to the service. I didn't even want to go home after basic training. Not sure if it had anything to do with Jess. I decided to spend a couple of weeks touring out west since I was in Texas. I would then be heading to the Middle East after my short leave.

My sight- seeing tour overseas wasn't the greatest. I spent a lot of my time on the ship. When I did leave the ship we went to small towns and helped them rebuild. War is hell and I saw a lot of it first- hand. 

My R&R was spent in small villages having sex with just about every type of woman imaginable - young, old and everything in between. For these women it was all about the money. Men were selling their wives, sons their mothers, brothers their sisters.

Poverty really sucked in those areas. I would usually give them twenty dollars but could have gotten away with paying ten and sometimes five. They seemed so grateful for whatever they would receive. Some really put an effort into it. It was easy to tell most were faking it. I should let the readers know that we always used condoms.

I tried to compare the sex with women overseas with the sex I received at home. It was almost impossible. These women did it because they had to if they were to survive and feed their families. At home it was all about having fun and letting yourself go. The one thing I missed in both places was having sex for love.

I wanted to ask these men how they could just give up their wife and other family members just like that but it wasn't my place to ask. Cultures in other lands seemed completely different.

As I grew up I always thought I'd meet that special woman and when we had made love I would always know that she was the one I wanted to spend my life with. Maybe I was just a dreamer but it's what I had always believed. Now it was just about getting my rocks off.

While in the service I was being schooled as an MP, military police. After I had put in my two years active duty I figured I could be a local cop, police officer or sheriff deputy. There would be lots of options for me to choose from. I would be in the reserves for four years and could be an MP on base also.

The military gave me some great training and education as well as getting me physically fit. It wasn't easy and at times I felt I had made a bad decision enlisting, but I had made it through basic training, followed by just less than two years service in the Middle East.

I was about to be released and go home. I sure learned a lot in two short years. After seeing what other people went through I was happy to be a US citizen.

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I have to drop back a ways and explain something that happened about four months after I went overseas. I was getting letters from my family and they would tell me about good things happening in our area. When I asked them if anything bad ever happened they told me I was seeing enough bad things and they didn't want to upset me.

I don't know why I did it but I asked my sister if she ever saw Jessie. I was surprised when she wrote me back and what she had to say.

"Jessie is living with Rob at Uncle Bob's house. She is pregnant and I guess Rob is the father. We were all surprised when we heard about it. I talked to her at the store one day and she said her dad kicked her out when she told them she was pregnant.

"She said she had nowhere to go and was scared. Rob's dad, uncle Bob offered her a roof over her head and she took it. She seems so sad, I really feel sorry for her," said my sister.

I was taken totally aback after hearing this. I had to wonder if all this had begun at the nude day party. Somewhere deep in my soul I felt sad. Rob was an asshole and Jess living with him wouldn't be good. What the hell was the problem with her parents? When she needed them, they turned their back on her.

Rob wasn't the parenting type. I knew him all too well. He had to be doing this for a reason. He let other men have her at his nude party, so there was no way he would say the baby is his and spend a lifetime supporting the child. No one had mentioned the child or Jessie since I received that letter from my sister. I was honestly too ashamed to ask anyone. I would be finding out soon enough when I returned home.

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My sister Julie was four years older than me. She had gotten married over a year and a half ago. She had a daughter a couple of months before I went into the service. When she wrote me she told me she was pregnant with her second child. It would be a boy. I was really happy for her and Phil. Phil worked for my dad at the feed mill. His parents owned a large farm so he knew a lot about the business.

When I returned home mom and dad were so happy. I have to admit I was quite homesick myself. When Julie found out I was home she came over to see me. Mom said they were throwing me a welcome home party on Saturday. I told them it wasn't necessary but they didn't listen to me.

After talking to Julie a little I asked her if she knew anything about Jessie, Rob and the baby. Instead of answering me, she stared at me for a few seconds. "What is it Julie?"

"Let's go outside and talk. I have something to tell you."

We went and sat on the porch. "Jerry, Jessie lost the baby." I wasn't quite sure how to react. I know losing your baby could be traumatic but I didn't know enough about Rob and Jessie.

"How did she lose it? I feel sorry for her but Rob and her just never seemed to fit together. You know I cared for her didn't you? I asked her out a number of times but she said her parents didn't approve."

"I need to tell you about Jess," said Julie. "After you left for the service I would stop in the store where she worked and I could tell something was wrong. She was even more quiet than usual. She started crying. That's when she told me she was pregnant.'

"We became closer that day as I hugged her and said everything would work out. When I asked her who the father was she told me she thought it was Rob. I couldn't believe it, her and Rob together. That's when she told me about the party she went to. She mentioned you were there and told her to go home, she didn't belong there. She wished she would have listened to you. She told me that she had always liked you but her parents wouldn't let her date. When Rob told her there was a party and you would be there, she decided to go in spite of her parents. She was over eighteen after all."

"Julie, it was one of Rob's nude parties. My buddies bought me a ticket as a goodbye gesture. I was leaving the next day. I was pissed when I saw Jess with Rob. I tried to warn her but she wouldn't listen. I did like her but we were never more than friends."

"I need to tell you more Jer. I began talking to Jessie regularly. We became friends and I was the one of the few she could confide in. She didn't date anyone after the day of the party. Rob would stop by the store and she would refuse to go out with him. Then she found out she was pregnant. She told her parents and her mom cried and her dad threw her out calling her a whore and a slut.

"She had nowhere to go and no one to turn to. She went to talk to Rob at the farm to tell him she was pregnant. It just so happened that Uncle Bob was just back from a trip. Rob wasn't home yet and I guess Jess started crying. Uncle Bob invited her in and she told him she was pregnant and needed to talk to Rob.

"Uncle Bob isn't a bad guy. It's just that he is never around and Rob does what he wants. He is however afraid of his dad. When Jessie told uncle Bob she had been asked to leave her parents home and had no place to go uncle Bob told her he had plenty of extra rooms and she could stay with them till she could figure out what she was going to do.

"She promised uncle Bob that she would keep the place clean and cook dinner for him. She called her sister and she helped her move her things into one of the spare rooms. Her sister felt sorry for her but there wasn't a lot she could do. She had two kids of her own.

"When Rob found out Jess had talked with his father he was pissed. He said the damn kid could belong to anyone. According to Jess, Bob backhanded Rob and told him he gave her permission to stay and that they could decide the fatherhood of the baby after it was born."

"So what happened to the baby?" I asked.

"Rob treated Jess ok when Bob was around but treated her like shit when he was on the road. She was like his slave and she had to have sex with him. Sometimes he would bring other women home and have sex with them in front of her. When Jess was about eight months along she fell down the stairs and had a miscarriage.

"The truth is Rob and Jess had an argument and he pushed her and she fell. She was in the hospital for three days. Rob told her if she told anyone the truth that he would kill her. She was scared."


What To Do?



"So where is she now? How is she doing? Does she still work at the store?" I asked.

"After she lost the baby her sister said she could live with her till she could find a place. She still lives there, works at the store and started taking classes at college. She comes and visits me regularly.

"Rob bothers her now and then but she does her best to stay away from him. He knows better than to come by our house because Phil would kick his ass. I'm sure he knows that I know the truth. Jerry, is it alright if she comes to your welcome home party?"

"Of course Jess is welcome to the party."

Damn, that was a lot to take in all at once. One thing I knew for sure is that Julie would never lie to me. We always confided in each other. That's why I asked her why she never wrote me and told me all of this?

"Jerry! You were out fighting a war. What good would it have done to tell you? You were thousands of miles away, what could or would you have done?"

"You're right sis. Anything else I need to know?"

"Rob hates your guts. Uncle Bob keeps telling Rob he should join the service instead of getting women pregnant. Between uncle Bob telling him he wishes he was more like you to Jessie telling him that you're the only guy she ever had a crush on, he doesn't much care for you."

"Wait! What do you mean has a crush on? Jessie told you that she had a crush on me?"

"Shit! I wasn't supposed to tell you that. She does like you, always did but she knew she ruined it the day she went to the party with Rob."

About that time mom and dad came out and sat with us on the porch. They wanted to know about what was going on in the Middle East and exactly what I had done there. I told them most everything I knew except having sex with dozens of women.

A car pulled up and it was Phil with my niece and nephew. First time I had seen my nephew and my niece sure grew in two years. After greeting everyone we went in for dinner. It was good to be home.

The day of the welcome home party I helped set up tables and chairs. Sis and Phil were putting up a welcome home sign. Why would that bring tears to my eyes? Dad had to work a half day at the mill. He let Phil off so he could help us set up.

The neighbors all began to show up, each one with trays of food. One thing about country people is they knew how to cook. A lot of my buddies showed up. Some were in college and others worked in the area. A few helped their dads on the farm. 

Another car pulled up and two women got out along with two kids. It was Jessie and her sister Anita with her two kids. Jessie was crying as she came to meet me. When did she become so emotional? I hugged her and her sister. Anita introduced me to her kids. I looked over my shoulder and saw Julie watching me.

My problem was I wasn't sure how I felt about Jessie. I do have to say she looked great in jeans and a western shirt. I walked them up to the party area and Julie greeted them. The kids all went to play together. I told Jessie I would talk to her later.

Uncle Bob showed up and congratulated me. He gave me a big bear hug. Rob never showed up and Bob didn't mention him. Uncle Bob was my mom's brother. He walked up and gave her a hug. He walked over and gave Jess and Anita a hug also and talked to them for a few minutes. He was just a big friendly guy. His wife left him because he wouldn't give up his truck driving. He told us that it was all he ever knew how to do.

If he ever found out that Rob caused Jessie's miscarriage he'd probably kick the shit out of him. He would often tell my mom that he knew Rob was a bad seed but there wasn't much he could do about it. He lived with his mother till he was a teenager and she let him do whatever he wanted.

One day she got remarried and her husband didn't want Rob in the house. He was always getting into trouble. That's when he moved in with uncle Bob. A neighbor lady would watch the place when Bob was gone but she really didn't discipline Rob. She did see that he had meals and she did some housework. Rob pretty much did what he wanted.

I didn't get a chance to really talk to Jess at the party, there were just too many people around. I got her number and told her I would be by to see her. She had quite the busy schedule with college and working at the store.

All my plans to be enforcement didn't pan out. I would need more training and schooling. I wasn't up for it. I just wanted to enjoy my life right now. I asked dad for a job at the mill and he smiled when I asked. He always wanted me to work alongside of him and maybe someday take over the business.

Phil was my boss and I didn't mind it a bit. He was a good man besides being my brother. I was in great shape and had no problems lifting the heavy feed bags. I was making a decent wage and still living at home so I didn't have many expenses. I bought myself a truck and decided to make payments to help build my credit. I had a nice savings that I built up while in the service.

One day I stopped by the store and there was Jess with a big smile on her face. It wasn't too busy and we were able to talk a little. I asked her out on the following Saturday and she accepted.

When I picked her up she said she had a lot of things to say that I should know. I told her that she didn't have to tell me anything but she insisted on telling me.

"I was wrong to not have listened to you at that party. I need for you to know that I regret it but I can't take it back. Julie told me that she told you I got pregnant because of my stupidity. Dad kicked me out and I had no place to go."

"Jess, you don't need to explain anything to me. If I have a question I'll ask you."

"No, I need to tell you everything, please let me. Jerry, I always liked you and when Rob said you would be at that party I decided to go. I didn't know it was a nude party. I thought it was a swimming party and that's why I wore my bathing suit under my dress.

"I knew my parents wouldn't approve even though I was eighteen but I thought I might be with you. When I saw you and you told me to leave that I didn't belong there I felt really hurt. That's why I went and took the drinks because I was mad at you."

"I'm sorry Jess, it must have come out wrong. I knew what kind of party it was and wanted to protect you," I replied.

"I wasn't use to drinking and got drunk really quick. Rob gave me that marijuana cigarette and it put me in some sort of la la land. Before I knew it he had my dress off and my bathing suit bottom and was having sex with me. When I looked up and saw you I cried. Jess, I was a virgin and that bastard took that from me.

"After that I couldn't believe he let his two buddies have sex with me. I want you to know I didn't want it and I didn't like it. One of your friends Jim, took me home when Rob and his friends were through with me. I took a shower and went to bed. I thought about you and how much you must hate me."

"I don't hate you Jess, I've never hated you. I didn't like seeing you with Rob but there wasn't much I could do about it."

"You know after my dad kicked me out that I lived with Rob and his dad for a number of months. Bob was always good to me but Rob forced me to have sex with him when Bob wasn't there. I didn't have a lot of choice. I really couldn't tell Bob since I was probably carrying Rob's child. When I got bigger Rob said he didn't want a fat pregnant broad and actually brought other women home to have sex with."

"Rob and I got in a big argument and I fell down the stairs and lost the baby. I was taken to the hospital and my sister and mom both came to see me. It was so good to see my mom again, but not under those circumstances. I didn't want to go back to that house. Anita said I could stay with her. I have a room in their basement.

"I started taking night classes to become a medical assistant. I take as many classes as I can. Mom is actually helping me but I don't think dad knows. He hasn't talked to me since I left home. Now, if you don't want to go out with me, I'll understand and you can take me back home."

She gave me pretty much the same story that Julie did except the part where Rob pushed her down the stairs. I could see why she left that part out. "Jess, me and my sister are close, we always have been. She told me most of what you did. The past is the past, we can't change it so let's see what the future brings." She smiled at me as we approached the restaurant.

Dinner was good. Jess and I talked and she told me about her job and school. I asked her if she dated and she told me she had been asked out but always refused. "I guess that whole mess with Rob made me distrust all men," she said.

"Why are you out with me then?" I asked.

She smiled at me. "Jerry, I don't know, I guess I have always kind of liked you and now Julie is my best friend."

One thing that she mentioned that really bothered her was that her dad wouldn't talk to her. In fact he wouldn't even talk to her sister Anita. I thought the man had some real problems but Jessie told me he was a good man but just set in his ways and really stubborn.

After dinner we decided to stop by the local tavern and have a drink and listen to a little music. It was fairly crowded but we found a table. As luck would have it I spotted Rob with two of his cronies sitting at a table with a couple of bar broads.

I wanted to mention that during my welcome home party my mom had mentioned to me that Jessie had dated Rob and had a miscarriage. I knew she was just trying to be a good mother looking after her son.

"Mom, I know about her past. She's not proud of it and there is no way she can change it. I want you to know that I like her and hope to date her. I hope you're alright with that."

"I trust your judgment Jerry. I just thought that I should tell you if you didn't already know. I talked with Julie and they are the best of friends. But as your mother I didn't want you to be taken by surprise. Your uncle Bob and I have talked about it and he's afraid that sometime in the future Rob will make a scene. Even as his father, there's not much he can do. Rob is an adult. I just want you to be careful."

I remember what mom said and I did mention to Jess that Rob was there at the lounge.

"Oh God, let's just leave. I hate him so much," replied Jessie.

"Jess, we live here and are going to bump into Rob and his friends. We have to learn to deal with it. Don't worry, you're with me and I'll protect you."

I ordered a wine cooler for Jess and a beer for me. It wasn't long before Rob spotted us. He was on the drunk side and a bit cocky.

"Well if it isn't my cousin home from the service. Oh, I see you're out with my old bed partner. You shouldn't have any trouble getting lucky," he laughed.

I walked over to his table. "Rob, I want you to leave Jess alone. I'm not going to stand around and let you degrade her. She's my date and my friend. "We'll be seeing each other now and again and I won't take your backstabbing." Jess was waiting for me in the booth. I knew she was scared.

Rob gave me a mean look. "Look you Army asshole. I'll do what I want, to who I want and when I want. There's nothing you can do about it." His two friends were grinning.

"I'm in the Air Force you worthless piece of shit. No wonder even your dad doesn't care for you. You're trash even if you are my cousin."

I knew that pissed him off. He stood up with his two buddies. About that time a bouncer came over and asked what the problem was.

"Just a disagreement among family," said Rob. "We'll settle it later."

They sat down and I went back to sit with Jess. "I'm sorry Jerry, maybe we shouldn't be dating. It's all my fault."

"Bullshit! You paid the price already. I can't let Rob continue to harass you, but don't worry, everything will be ok. You're with me now."

You would have thought she was my girl instead of a date. I talked to her like we would be together. Was I talking with my heart?

I could see Rob and his friends talking. Jess asked if we could leave after finishing our drink. As we went out the front door I saw Rob and his buddies go out the back. They were waiting for us in the parking lot.

"We don't want any trouble Rob. Just get out of our way," I said.

"Not till we get another little taste of your girlfriend. It seems she doesn't like me or my friends anymore."

Jess was scared. I pulled out my buck knife. Get the fuck out of our way or I'll cut you to pieces."

"Asshole, it's three against one. We're bound to get you before you can cut all three of us," said Rob as he snickered.

"You may be right but I can cut the hell out of the first one to come forward. Who's that going to be?" I swung the knife. Took a couple of steps and swung it again.

His two friends Al and Len stepped back. "Get him!" said Rob.

"Fuck you Rob! I heard he can skin a deer in minutes. You want his girl, you go first," replied his friend Al. Al and Len backed away and went back in the bar.

"Well, Cuz, it looks like just you and me. Let's get this over with, it's been a long time coming."

"Yea, brave man with a knife," replied Rob.

Jess was scared. I had her standing behind me. I put my blade back in its case and said, "Ok Rob, let's get this over with."

Rob pulled out a switchblade from his pocket and grinned then lunged at me. "You were suppose to be the smart one," he said as he lunged a second time.

I backhanded his wrist and the knife went flying. I used my fighting skills and beat him pretty good. His face was a mess and he was lying on the pavement. It all happened in about fifteen seconds.

"No more, I've had enough," said Rob while lying on the ground.

I stopped hitting him and told him if he ever bothered Jess again, it would be a lot worse. I looked back and Jess was crying. I watched her come forward, call Rob a bastard and kick him in the groin.

A few seconds later a lot of people came out to the parking lot. I told Len to take his buddy to the hospital to get checked out. The police pulled up but Rob didn't tell them what happened. Ray, one of the officers was a friend of my dad's.

"What happened here Jerry?" Len already had Rob in his car.

"A family misunderstanding is all. No problem Ray." Ray saw the switchblade and picked it up.

"Can't leave these lying around in parking lots," remarked Ray. "Welcome home Jerry, good to see you," said Ray as he and his partner headed back to the cruiser.

Jessie hugged me and gave me a kiss. I think it surprised both of us. "Thank you for sticking up for me," said Jess.

I replied, "Anytime Jess, anytime."

We actually went back into the lounge and listened to the music and Jess had a couple more wine coolers and I had two more beers.

I took her home and she kissed me and I squeezed her tight. "I'm sorry Jess, I'm not ready for more yet." She had a tear in her eye and kissed me again then went in the house.

When she kissed me she trembled. It wasn't just a kiss but a kiss with feelings. I headed home wondering what was next. I knew it wasn't over with Rob, that would be too easy. 

I did hear that most of his injuries weren't that bad. Sprained arm, lots of bruises and lacerations, the worst was the kick in the balls that Jess delivered. She was happy when she heard that.

I talk to Jessie most every day. She had a full schedule between working and school. I worked for dad and wondered what to do about Rob. I had heard that he was getting into selling hard drugs, not just the marijuana. I felt he had to be stopped.

I didn't care about a little weed but hard drugs were another problem. I started gathering information that Rob was getting his cocaine from Youngstown and bringing it back to West Virginia to sell.

He hadn't bothered Jess or me for a couple of months. I knew it was because he was busy setting up his dope business. Then, one day out of the blue I got a call from Jess. She told me she thought she was being followed by Al and was scared.

I told her where to drive to and that I would be there waiting for her. I jumped in my car and met her on a side road off the main drag. She stopped her car and I saw Al get out of his right behind her. I then pulled up behind him.

When he saw me he looked scared. "Wait, don't hurt me," was the first thing out of his mouth. I had my blade out as I approached him.

"Why are you following Jess?"

"Rob told me to. He told me to scare her. I wasn't going to hurt her, I swear." 

I hauled off and hit him a good one in the stomach. "Why are you doing this? She never did anything to you!"

"Look, I'm just doing what I'm told." Then he was so fucking stupid he said something that made me want to kill him.

"Man, why do you want her. I had her, she ain't that fucking good." I was ready to beat the fuck out of him but Jess stopped me.

"Don't Jerry, he's not worth it. Besides he is probably right."

I hugged her as Al sat on the ground pleading with me not to hurt him anymore.

"Tell me about Rob's cocaine business and I'll let you up."

"Rob will kill me if I tell you anything. I can't."

"...and I'll kill you if you don't'. I guess you have to decide who to trust more. Tell me what I want to know and I won't repeat it. Don't tell me and you will be leaving here in a body bag."

"What am I supposed to tell Rob about following Jessie? I was supposed to ...you know." I had to hit him. This time Jess didn't stop me.

"Tell Rob I was with Jess and you didn't see me. He'll see the results." I hit him again. He was crying while he was begging me to stop.

"Tell me about the drugs or you'll die right here, right now."

He sang like a bird, telling me who their contacts were and when they were to get the next shipment. It was a huge shipment that Rob had put all his money into. It was twenty-five thousand dollars.

I told Al that if he said anything at all to Rob about the drugs I would hunt him down. He was a mess but again most of it was bruises. We got in our cars and I followed Jessie home.

On her porch she kissed me again. "Are you my girl now?" I asked.

She smiled and kissed me again. "I'm not sure you want a frigid girl like me," she added.

"We'll see," I added.

I knew I needed help with this drug deal. I couldn't handle it alone. I called my Uncle Bob and asked him if I could come over to discuss a big problem with him. Rob wasn't home.

When I got there I told him I had something to tell him and it wasn't pretty.

"What is it Jerry. Is this about Rob again? I know you beat the shit out of him and he probably deserved it. No hard feelings."

"No, Uncle Bob, it's worse than that. Rob is selling drugs and he needs to be stopped."

"You mean those marijuana plants he has in the back field. I've know about that for years. I don't think it was that big a deal."

"I didn't either but now he's getting into cocaine. He's got a deal set up for Saturday to buy twenty-five thousand dollars worth. We can't let that happen. I came to you because we're family."

"Damn bastard kid, always has been trouble. Funny thing is he's not even my kid. His mother had an affair and had the damn bastard. I stayed with her for a few years but she started cheating on me again and I kicked her ass out and him with her. He doesn't even know I'm not his father."

"I'm sorry Uncle Bob, I never knew."

"The only one that knows is your mother. I could never hide anything from my sister. So, what do you think we should do about Rob? Hell, she even named the bastard after me."

"I have all the information about when it's going down. I can notify the authorities and they can be there for the exchange. They would get the drugs and the money. I have a couple of more ideas if you want to hear them."

Uncle Bob and I talk for a couple of hours and set up plans. We made a hard choice to ruin Rob's plans but not get him arrested. Uncle Bob said it would be too hard since Rob was kind of his kid.




What To Do?



The plan was Saturday morning that Uncle Bob and I would start a crop fire burning down Rob's marijuana plants. He would have to be there for the fire department and Uncle Bob would arrive home during this time to make sure he didn't go anywhere. It was up to me to start the fire.

It would mean that he would have to trust Al and Len to make the cocaine exchange. I notified my friend Ray about the plans for the exchange. He notified the drug enforcement agency, they in turn set up a trap to catch it all. I didn't tell him about the burning of the marijuana plants.

It wasn't the biggest bust but it would break Rob. After that Uncle Bob was going to tell him to leave.

It went down just as planned. I went over and set the marijuana plants on fire. A quick call to 911 alerted the volunteer fire department. Rob was about to leave the house with Al and Len when the fire department showed up. It was at that time that Uncle Bob pulled up in his semi.

"What the hell's going on?" asked uncle Bob. "What's on fire?"

The fire chief said it was some type of crop fire but they had it under control. "We need to talk to you Bob," said Ray, our cop friend who had showed up. "The crop that burned was marijuana. We need to know who planted it."

Rob was over talking to Al and Len. Someone had to go make the drug deal. Rob wanted to do it but he was called over to talk to Bob and Ray. He quickly gave a sports bag to Len. We figured it contained the money for the drugs. Al and Len left to go to the meet.

Rob was asked if he knew whose plants they were. He denied knowing who had planted them. Bob gave him a really mean look. A number of people had arrived and watched the fire department do their job. Many of them knew that the plants belonged to Rob but no one said anything. I was among the group standing there.

Ray said there would have to be an investigation since growing the plants was illegal. Bob said he would do his best to answer any questions and he said Rob would also. He mentioned who he leased the property to but said he thought they were good people.

Ray, Bob and Rob went into the house to talk. The rest of us were asked to leave the premises. I was wondering how the drug bust was going. Later in the afternoon it was on the TV.

They said a drug bust happened just inside the West Virginia border. Two drug dealers and two buyers were arrested. Twenty-five thousand dollars was confiscated along with cocaine having a street value of well over a hundred thousand dollars.

In the days that followed Rob was questioned about the drugs. Al and Len both said that it was all Rob's idea. Right then there wasn't enough proof to hold Rob, but we heard through the grapevine that the drug kingpin was looking for Rob. He figured that Rob was the snitch. He had cost him a lot of money and two of his people were arrested.

The police told Rob not to leave town. Uncle Bob told him to get the hell out of Dodge. He said he went too far this time, first the marijuana and then the cocaine. He told him he saw him give the bag of money to Al and Len. If he didn't leave the state he would turn him in.

Ten minutes later Rob was gone. We haven't heard from him since. A couple of men in suits came by the garage where he worked but his boss just said he upped and left. He didn't even get his last paycheck.

What I did find odd is that no one questioned the crop fire or who started it. I guess they were just happy to get rid of the plants. It was minimal damage and no one was hurt. I did my best to make sure no one else was around when I started it.

****

After things calmed down and got somewhat back to normal Jessie asked me about my involvement. "My only involvement was to protect you and Uncle Bob, nothing more."

Another month went by and we went out on weekends. We never did any more than kiss and a little hugging. I wanted more but it didn't seem like she was ready. I decided to push forward, I loved her and was willing to work through any problems.

We went on a date to a pretty fancy restaurant. She looked beautiful. After dinner I pulled out an engagement ring and asked her to marry me. She started crying but didn't answer.

"What's the matter Jess, don't you love me?"

"I love you with all my heart but I don't know if I could be a good wife."

"What do you mean? I don't understand?"

"Sex, I don't like it. It hurts and makes me feel dirty. It's not your fault. You deserve a wife that can make you happy."

"Let's make a deal. Make love to me one time and if you still feel the same I'll understand. I'm not Rob or his friends. I don't just want to have sex with you, I want to make love to you.

"I can try, one time, I love you but... I think you understand."

I put the ring back in my pocket, paid the bill went to the counter and got a room for the night. "If nothing else we'll have a good nights' sleep." I was trying to put her at ease.

As we entered the room I told Jess that if at any time she felt uncomfortable with me to let me know. I knew I had to be very gentle and caring. Our life together depended on it.

We kissed and Jess had no problems with it. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse. I could feel her shake a little. "It's ok Honey, I'd never hurt you." She put her arms around my neck and kissed me hard.

I let her blouse drop to the floor and unclasped her skirt and pulled the zipper down. Her skirt joined her blouse on the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed as I took off my trousers and shirt. I climbed up on the bed and asked her to join me. I knew she was nervous and wanted this to work for us.

We kissed and I moved my lips down to her neck. "You're so beautiful," I mentioned to her.

She undid her bra and took it off. I began to lightly suck on her nipples. They were becoming hard which was a good sign. I continued kissing down to her belly. It was all going well till I touched her mound. She stiffened up a bit.

I slipped off her panties and kissed her mound. She said she had never had that done to her before. I spent the next half hour giving her oral sex. Little by little she was becoming aroused. I was licking her clit when I felt her starting to get moist. I pressed my face into her pussy and heard a light moan. She actually pushed her pussy against my face.

I now knew one thing for sure. She wasn't frigid, just never had been made love to. She was just used by my cousin and his friends. I licked and licked on her pussy. She was holding on to my head and I felt her come.

"Oh my God, that felt so good. I'm coming again," she said as I got a burst of her love juices in my face. "I've heard about people having orgasms but I've never had one. I can't believe how good it felt. What about you Jerry? I'm ready when you are. I just hope it doesn't hurt."

"Do you want me to wear a condom?" I asked.

"I'm on the pill. I started taking them right after the miscarriage. I couldn't take a chance on having another child. Needless to say Rob never wore a condom." I didn't wear one this time. I haven't been with anyone since I've been back from overseas.

"Jess, we're going to do this a little different since I know you're nervous. I'm going to lie on my back and let you be on top. That way you can maneuver the way you want. I promise you it will be fine."

I slipped off my jockeys and laid on the bed, my cock sticking straight up. Jess straddled me and let the tip of my cock touch her pussy. I knew she was plenty wet enough. I figured she never had foreplay before or a chance to get wet and that was why it hurt her so much.

I watched her face as she closed her eyes and ever so slowly lowered herself down devouring my cock. "Oh my God, it feels so good," she said as she began raising and lowering herself on my cock.

She smiled at me as she sped up and before long had my entire cock in her. I could feel her getting ready to orgasm as I felt her starting to shake. I couldn't hold back any longer as I pulled her down and held onto her hips. I shot my cum deep into her. She was quivering and I felt a constant squeezing of her pussy on my cock.

When her spasms stopped she lay down on me. We stayed that way for a few minutes until we could catch our breath; we were both perspiring. After that we got in the shower together before going back to bed.

The next time we started with me using the lotion the hotel gives you and rubbing it on her mound and down to her pussy lips. I wanted to make sure she was lubricated but as I was rubbing her pussy I felt her wet with her own juices. I got on top of her and rubbed my cock up and down her slit until she asked me to make love to her.

There was nothing frigid about Jessie. We made love two more times that night. In the morning we dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. I again took out the ring and put it on the table.

"Jessie, will you marry me?"

This time she had tears in her eyes but they were tears of joy. She held out her hand for me to put the ring on her finger.

"The answer is yes, yes, yes. I will marry you and be the best wife in the world. I love you Jerry."

We stopped by my house and told my parents we were going to get married. They were happy for us. When Julie found out she was ecstatic with happiness. Next we went and told Anita. She hugged her little sister and they both had tears in their eyes.

We decided to have a small wedding of family and friends at the local church. Mom said we could have a reception at the house. She would call all the neighbors and there would be plenty of food.

About two weeks before our wedding I went to talk to Jessie's mom and dad. Jessie had no idea that I went there.

They were surprised to see me at the door. Mrs. Harper knew about the wedding so this visit was mainly for Mr. Harper.

"Come in Jerry," said Mrs. Harper.

I walked into the living room where Mr. Harper was sitting. "Sir, I'm Jerry..."

"I know who you are. I've known your father for years. What can I do for you Jerry?"

"Mr. Harper, your daughter Jessie and I are getting married and more than anything I would like you to walk her down the aisle."

"Son, you must know that me and my daughters are not on speaking terms."

"Yes, I'm quite aware of that but sir, no matter what you think of them they are wonderful people and love you very much." He went to interrupt me again but I asked him to hear me out.

"Jessie knows better than anyone how much she hurt you. She has done her best to turn her life around. There is nothing she can do to change the past. She knows you're a proud man. She is working full time and going to college to better herself.

"Sir, may I say something, and I'm sorry if it offends you. More than anything Jessie would like you to give her away at our wedding. Whether you go or not, the wedding will take place and Jessie and I hope to have a wonderful life together.

"Anita has two wonderful children who would like to know their grandfather. Jessie and I hope to have kids one day and wish they could get to know their grandfather also.

"There is nothing your daughters can do to make up for their past but I know they would both like to have you in their future. I, like most people have made a lot of mistakes in my life. Thank God my parents were able to forgive me.

"Sir, the wedding will go on with or without you. My dad said he will walk Jessie down the aisle if you choose not to. We're not asking for money. I used my savings from the service to pay for the wedding. All I would like is to see Jessie walking down the aisle escorted by her father. There's nothing she would love more.

"You can choose to forget about your family and grandkids or you could become a part of their life. If you don't love them or they are too big of an embarrassment to you, I feel sorry for you. You have quite a few years to go and you can be surrounded with a wonderful loving family or live it alone.

"I said my piece and I just want to say I'll do my best to be a good husband to your daughter. Thank you for letting me speak my piece. I'll see myself out."

Mr. Harper didn't say another word. His wife Mary had tears in her eyes. I just hoped that maybe I got through to him.

****

The day of the wedding I was running around like a chicken with his head cut off. I had to put a deposit on a house we decided to rent. After the wedding we would be going to Disney World for a few days. We couldn't go for longer since Jessie had school and would be missing a couple of days as it was.

Our wedding party was all family. Anita and Julie's kids were all in it. Phil was my best man. Julie was the matron of honor, Anita was a bridesmaid and her husband was an usher.

We didn't hear anything from Jessie's parents. I thought for sure at least her mom would come. It was fifteen minutes before the wedding was to begin. We had some people singing some songs for early entertainment. The little church was pretty much packed. 

I was standing in the foyer with my dad when a car pulled up. Ben and Mary Harper came into the church. I know I had tears in my eyes when I saw them.

Mr. Harper talked to my dad. "Joe, you have quite the son there. You ought to put him in sales at that mill." Dad laughed and shook his hand.

"Thank you so much for coming. Jessie will be out in a few minutes," I remarked.

As we were talking Anita came out of the room where Jessie was. I wasn't supposed to see her before the wedding. When Anita looked up and saw her mother and father she started crying.

It brought tears to his eyes. He loved his daughters and I believe was very lonely without them in his life. It just took a little push to get him to understand.

"Daddy, I love you so much." They hugged and it even brought tears to my dad's eyes. Her two children came out and said hi to their grandmother. "Dad, this is Edward Jr. and Emma," "kids, this is your Grandpa."

Mr. Harper bent down and hugged the two kids. They put their little arms around him and hugged him back. "Hi Grandpa," they said.

"Mrs. Harper may I personally lead you to your seat?" Needless to say, she couldn't have been happier at that moment seeing her family coming back together.

I walked with Mrs. Harper to her seat. Shortly after dad came down the aisle and sat next to mom. I know she was wondering why dad wasn't in back to walk Jessie. I took my place at the front of the church with the preacher.

The processional started and all four little kids came walking down the aisle. Each boy had a ring fastened to a pillow and the girls were throwing rose petals. All the people in the church were smiling.

Next came Anita down the aisle with her husband, Ed. Following them were my sister Julie with Phil. Then everyone stood as Jessie came down the aisle on the arm of her father. She had tears running down her cheeks. You could see them through her veil.

She looked so beautiful in a light blue dress with the matching veil. She honestly looked like an angel. Seeing her tears of joy brought tears to my eyes also. When she got to the front of the church she looked at me and said, "I love you." I figured her dad told her I went to his house to talk with him.

The preacher began by asking, "Who gives this woman to this man?"

"Mr. Harper stood and said, "Her mother and I." I have no idea what was said after that. I know I put a ring on her finger and she put one on mine. 

Then I heard the words, "You may kiss the bride." I took Jess in my arms and kissed her. Afterwards everyone headed to mom and dad's house for the reception.

It was wonderful. Ben and Mary Harper spent time with Anita and the grandchildren. Every time Jessie waked by her dad she hugged him. When it was time for Jess and I to leave her dad came up to me and shook my hand.

"Jerry, I want to thank you for everything. Because of you I realized we all make mistakes but now I have my family back." He handed me a check for ten thousand dollars.

"The father of the bride is supposed to pay for the wedding. If the wedding is paid for then tell Jessie to use it for college. I'm really proud of her."

I watched as Jessie hugged and kissed her father and mother, then we were off to the airport.

Epilogue:

It's been two years since the wedding. We were now having another celebration. Jessie got her degree as a medical secretary and will be starting at one of the local doctors offices. Mr. and Mrs. Harper are throwing the party at their house. All their grandchildren will be there, Anita had another boy and Jessie and I have a little girl. She just informed me that number two is on the way. We couldn't be happier.

Anita, Julie and Jessie have built in babysitters. The grandparents of both families love having the kids over. Life sure turned out great. 

So far I only have to go away one week a year for the reserves. Jess is always waiting for me when I get home. Our love life honestly couldn't be better.

For those who are wondering about Rob. No one has heard from him since he left. We figure both the drug kingpin and The Drug Enforcement Agency are looking for him. Just maybe one of them found him.

Uncle Bob met a woman and is getting married. We are all happy for him. He decided to continue driving his truck but staying locally. He wanted to be home with his wife in the evenings.

Al and Len are both doing time for trying to buy and distribute cocaine.

*

Thank you for reading my story

Comments are welcome and appreciated

DG Hear 



What To Do



My 18 year old son, Sammy, stole hormone pills and Estrogen cream from his Grandmother. He took the pills daily and rubbed the cream on his chest and ass. That was 6 months ago. He took more pills and cream from her each month since and kept up his routine. But now...

My son has huge tits and he goes naked here at home all the time. I watch his fat titties bounce and shake all over the house, and tonight I watched him fuck his 18 year old asshole with a dildo that was his Mom's before she passed away. Since she died, for the last year, it's been me and him here alone on the farm. He started going naked when his tits started to grow about 3 months ago. 

I didn't say much at first, but his titties are fucking huge now. He presses them against me when he hugs me good-night, and I feel like I'm hugging my wife again. His titties are at least 44DDs and those dark pink nipples stay hard. They look so much like his Mom's tits, that I find myself staring at them every single time he and I are in a room together. He plays with them all the time, pinching and twisting his nipples until they stick out, especially if I am watching. 

A few days ago, he was sitting in the living room on the couch when I came in. He was massaging his big tits, and after a couple of minutes of TV and trying not to watch him, he started turning each breast up to his face and sucking his nipples. Sarah used to do the same thing and I was transfixed as Sammy sucked those hard nipples. I watched him go back and forth sucking his nipples until they were redish instead of the usual dark pink. He asked me just yesterday if I liked his big tits. He said, "I see you look at my fat titties and hard nipples alot, Daddy. Do you like my big tits?"

What could I say? I don't want him to feel bad for having them, and I think they're the biggest, most beautiful titties I've ever seen, besides his Mother's. I cleared my throat and told him, "Yes, Sammy. I like your tits. They're very pretty." My boy smiled and asked me if I thought they looked like a woman's tits. "Yes, Sammy. They look just like a woman's tits. In fact, they look just like your Mom's titties. Her's were big and beautiful, just like yours. So round and full, with those dark nipples centered just right. She loved to have them played with and sucked. I sucked them, played with and tortured them, and even fucked her between them. She sucked her own nipples, just like I watch you doing. It makes me long to suck her titties once more." 

He smiled again and started twisting his nipples right there with me across the room. He leaned forward, his big tits crashing together and said, "Watch, Daddy! I'm just like Mommy!" and started pulling his nipples out and down until he was shaking his tits and I could see and hear them as they flopped up and down. He ended this little show by sucking each nipple until they were hard, and then rubbing his nipples together as he looked at me watching him. Sammy looked at me, still rubbing his nipples. He said, "Daddy, would you call me Samantha from now on like Mommy did? She used to call me that and tell me that I was just like her. That's why I grew these big fat titties, Daddy. So I could be just like Mommy. I miss her treating me like her little girl. I want to wear my panties and dresses again. I want a bra for my tits, and I want to be your daughter like I was hers. I want to feel like a pretty little girl when I have my tits out for you to see. Is that ok with you, Daddy?" 

I smiled and said, "Ok darling. I'll call you Samantha here at home. I don't mind calling you that, if it makes you feel good about yourself. You are your Mother's daughter, with tits just like hers. My beautiful baby girl. I love you, Samantha." He smiled at me, hugged me tight, and then went on to his room. I went to bed later, looking in on him and seeing his tits out. He was also spreading his asshole and I had to turn on the light to see him spread open. His asshole was right there for me to see, spread and gapped just a bit. I walked over and saw the laptop beside the bed and realized that he'd been watching it when he fell asleep. I picked it up and took it to my room and sat on the bed to see what my son had been looking at before falling asleep naked. 

The photo file was open and he'd been flipping through his pics. I clicked the slideshow feature and watched as a picture of a big hard dick appeared first. I looked at this cock and waited. The next pic flipped up, and there was the same cock, but this time it was just outside an asshole, about to plunge inside. The image changed again, and there was a picture of the same dick, and this time I knew that I'd been right about the cock's owner. There I was, my hard cock in my wife's hungry mouth on the screen. The picture focused all on me, my dick and just her mouth. I had recorded this years ago, making several movies of us having sex. We were young, and both she and I really got a kick out of trying out our "porno skills." 

The next picture was of my cock, this time with the head inside my wife's cunt. The next? A picture of my cock, and this time it was a close up. I saw the picture change, but it was the same image of my dick, hard with precum on the head, but it had been rendered smaller and a caption added. My son had wrote, "My Daddy's Big, Wonderful, Amazing, Beautiful Hard Cock" under the picture. The next picture was of my son, taken with his phone. In it, he had one hand on his nipple as he pulled it out some and the other was extended to take the picture. 

I sat and watched as picture after picture showed what my son had been looking at, as photo after photo of his big beautiful tits showed. He had taken shots of his Mom's tits from the videos and in one, he had put a picture of his own tits right beside one of her tits. Underneath these he had written, "Mom: Daddy's Queen" under my wife's pic and "Me: Daddy's Princess" under a picture of his own fat pretty titties. 

Among the many pictures of me, my cock, my wife's tits, cunt and asshole, and my son's tits, I sat and read 2 more captioned photos over and over. The first was of my dick, this time rammed into my wife's sweet hot asshole. This had been blown up to fit the screen first and then the captioned version said, "My Daddy's Big Hard Cock In Mom's Juicy Asshole." and underneath that he'd put the line, "(I wanna be just like my Mom!!)." 

The last captioned pic before it started over was of my son, but not his huge beautiful titties as in the 50 or so I'd been enjoying before. This time the picture was of his asshole, filling the screen first as my eyes took it in. The next pic was captioned again, this time with the picture of his asshole and the words underneath reading, "Daddy's Little Princess. Daddy's Little Princess's Pussy. Daddy's Little Princess's Pussy Spread Open. Daddy's Little Princess's Pussy Spread Open... Just For Her Daddy."

When I woke up the next morning, I heard the TV on. I went to the bathroom and then put my robe on. I walked into the living room and there was my son, naked and lovingly rubbing his young cock while watching a DVD of his Mother and I fucking. I knew last night that my son had found the movies. I knew where he'd gotten the pics on the comp, but never thought he'd openly play them and then jack his dick and twist his nipples while watching them, and with his own Father in the room. 

I sat down and watched as my cock went into my wife's mouth. My son played with his tits and his cock as Sarah gulped my dick down. When I came in the video, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and I shot cum all over her mouth, face and tits. Her tits were really big, just like my son's are now, and their nipples look almost the same. She used to suck one of her huge tits as I sucked the other one. 

Sammy started to cum and I watched as he twisted his nipples and pulled on his young dick, his cum spraying his belly. He reached down and scooped his warm sperm up to rub onto his titties. Samantha looked at me and said, "Mom looks so happy, Daddy. I want to be that happy and make you that happy again, Daddy. Mommy said for me to take care of you when she was gone, and now I have tits like hers and take care of the house. I want to take care of you just like Mommy did, Daddy." When he started licking his fingers and then sucking his cum-coated nipples, I got up and got dressed, having no idea what to say or do. I went outside and worked all day, not coming back until dark. 

Supper was cooking, so I went to shower. I cleaned myself and put just my robe on again. My son was at the table, naked. I sat and we ate, not speaking. After supper, I went to the living room and laid down on the couch when my son entered. "Are you gonna watch TV, Daddy?" he asked, his hands already on his hard nipples. "No. Just gonna lay here and rest a little, Samantha." I said. 

My son went over and put a DVD in. He went to his room and the video started. In this one, I was standing there as my wife got into position. She backed her lubed asshole up to me and I started to stroke her puckered hole with my dick. My son came back in and sat down in the recliner. I hit the weed again, and watched as he turned his asshole up in the chair, took an 8 inch dildo that had belonged to his Mother, and put some lube on it. He sat the lube down, and then, right in front of his own Father, he started working the plastic dick up into his ass. I watched and he kept pushing until it was all inside his asshole. 

On the movie, I was steadily slamming my hard cock in and out of my wife's puckered hole. Here in the chair, my son filled his little pink asshole with a fake cock and watched me butt-fucking his Mother on the TV. He was twisting both his nipples back and forth and pumping all 8 inches up his ass. We locked eyes for a moment. Then he turned his ass my way so I could see it being fucked. He started talking out-loud, saying, "Oh, I wish my asshole was full of cock like yours is, Mommy. I want to take someone's big hard dick in my ass just like you did. I want to be filled just like that, Mommy. That big hard beautiful cock looks like it feels so good. I want to feel that good." The fake cock pumped up and down, and in and out of his young hot asshole a few feet from where his own Father sat on the couch. I just couldn't take anymore of this, so I got up, turned the TV off, and walked over to my son. 

"Take that fake cock out of your ass, you dirty mouthed little cunt." I said, and he did. I took it and sat it on the table. I bent down in front of him. "Give me your big fat girl-titties, Samantha. Daddy wants to play with them. I'm going to suck those huge melons of yours, just like I used to suck your Mom's big titties. Yours look so much like hers, that all I think about is how much I want to suck them. Tempting your own Father with those big beautiful breasts is terrible. You make your Daddy want to fuck his own daughter." 

My son scrambled around until his titties were in my face. He held them up from underneath and I bent my head forward, sucking that perfect hard sweet nipple into my mouth. My son squealed as he felt my mouth close on his nipple and when I started sucking his tits, he started to talk. "Oh, Daddy! Suck my tits, Daddy! I want to be your daughter, your sweet cock taking little girl. My tits are just like Mommy's. They're all yours, Daddy!" I sucked and sucked, getting my fill after watching them grow and bounce. I stood up and told him to get to the couch. He moved and as soon as he was there I pushed the coffee table out of the way. 

"Spread those legs, darling girl. Daddy wants to see his little Princess's hot pussy up close." 

My son smiled and spread his legs out all the way, and I could see his asshole still lubed and wet from the dildo. I pulled my robe off and threw it in the chair. My hard cock bounced in front of my son's face as he stared at it, but I bent down and slowly worked it up his ass. Soon, I was stroking his asshole like I had my wife's in the video. My son was loving it and kept saying, "That's it, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy! I love your dick inside of me, Daddy! Fuck me hard like you did Mommy. My tits are yours. My pussy is yours. Shoot your sperm inside your own little girl, and tell her you love her, Daddy!" as I fucked my own child. I started moving faster and shot a big load of cum into my 18 year old son's little stretched asshole. 

I finished cumming in him, and pulled my cock out. "Suck it clean, Samantha." I said, and she licked and sucked my cock until I was clean. I bent down and pushed her legs up and opened his creamy little asshole as I dipped my tongue into the goo dripping from her sweet just Daddy filled fuckhole. I sucked my cum from his asshole, and then kissed him hard on the lips when I was done, pushing my sperm into his mouth with my tongue, which he swallowed. I stood up, put on my robe, and pushed the coffee table back. 

I looked down at my son, who now was my cock loving daughter. "Well, I liked fucking you tonight, Samantha. But if you want to fuck and suck my cock from now on, you have to tell me right now that you want to be my little girl. You'll be Daddy's girl, his new little wife from now on. You'll suck and fuck my cock every single day, whenever I tell you to do it. What do you think? You wanna be my incest daughter, Samantha?" I asked and looked down into her eyes. 

He smiled and said, "I am your bitch, Daddy. Bitches have big titties and like to fuck cock and I have big titties and I love fucking your cock, Daddy." He took my hand and we went to my room. We lay there naked. My son crawled up on top of me, and took my hard cock and slid it up his ass. He pushed up and started riding my dick up and down. He stopped a moment and said, "I'm your whore, Daddy! Fuck my bitch ass and suck my slut titties!" He leaned forward and let those big tits fall in my face. I sucked his nipples and fucked his asshole until I filled him again. He cleaned my cock, and then moved his asshole up over my face and let me suck the cum from his freshly fucked asshole. We went to sleep with my cock in my son's hand and me holding his tits.



What To Do About Edie



I am constantly receiving feedback from people wanting to know why I ended a story a certain way and then asking me if would mind if they wrote an ending for the story. This has happened so many times that I've decided to hold

The Just Plain Bob Annual Invitational

I will submit a story and then those readers who so desire can write and submit their own ending. I plan on doing this every October from now on. Take the story anywhere you would like it to go. The only rule is that you have to identify the story in the title and put your own name to it.  (Editor's Note: New writers, see this page for submission information and this page to create a member account if you aren't already a Literotica member.) Examples would be: "What to do About Edie Invitational" by The Wanderer or "What to do About Edie Invitational" by Ohio. (I use those two authors as examples since it was The Wandered who gave me the idea and Ohio seems to like giving my stories second chapters). That being said, I give you: 

The Just Plain Bob First Annual Invitational

"What to do About Edie"

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I've been married to Edie for just a little over six years and I am constantly finding out things about her - things that I would never have expected or even believed for that matter. For instance - I just found out she is a slut.

Edie wasn't a virgin when I married her. It wasn't something that I knew first hand, but in the spirit of being up front with me Edie laid out her entire sexual history for me even to the point of naming names. I knew two of her previous lovers and she wanted to know if that was going to be a problem. The two guys were not close acquaintances, which meant that I would not normally interact with them and so I told her no. However, knowing the tendencies of males to keep on trying to fuck what you have been fucking I made a mental note to keep an eye on both of them.

Over the next couple of years, at several parties, the two of them did try more than once to hit on Edie and she always blew them off. Several others also made an attempt on my lovely bride and they also got the bums rush. As we moved into our seventh year I had no reason to believe that Edie was anything less than one hundred percent faithful. There was no doubt in my mind that she loved me and I was certainly crazy about her. The woman spoiled me rotten and I tried very hard to return the favor which made what I just found out all the more harder to understand."

As always seems to be the case I found out about Edie because I came home early one day. I was on a parts run that took me within minutes of my house and I thought that I would just swing by and have lunch with Edie. When I got home her car was in the garage, but she wasn't anywhere in the house. I figured that she must be over at the neighbors so I went into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. Our kitchen over looks the backyard of our neighbor to the south and I looked out the window and saw Edie in their backyard. I had told her half a dozen times not to go over there, but she never listened to me. The house was up for sale and had been vacant for almost five months. The big attraction of the place was the in ground swimming pool. The realtor had convinced Earl and Marge not to drain the pool before they moved saying that having the pool looking inviting would be a good hook for prospective buyers. When Earl and Marge lived there Edie had an open invitation to use the pool whenever she wanted. I had tried to tell her that the invitation had left town when Marge and Earl had, but as far as Edie was concerned she was going over there as long as the pool had water in it.

I had just opened the window to yell at her and tell her I was home when two men came out the back door of the house and one hollered, "Hey! What are you doing back here? This is private property and you are trespassing." Edie got up off the chaise lounge and I could see the two men feasting their eyes on the body that the two Band-Aids she called a bathing suit tried to cover. She told them that she lived next door and was keeping an eye on the place for Earl and Marge. "Bullshit lady! I'm the realtor handling the place and Earl would have told me about you. I'm sick and tired of having people trespass on the property I'm trying to sell." He told the other man to keep and eye on Edie while he went out to the car to get his cell phone so he could call the police

He turned to go and Edie said, "Wait! Maybe we can work this out. My husband will kill me if I get into trouble with the police." The man said, "What do you mean by working something out?" Then Edie made my jaw drop, "I'm sure that I can find a way to convince you to leave the cops out of this" and while she was talking she was running her hands over her breasts in as blatant a suggestion as I've ever seen. I saw the realtor glance over at the second man who had hunger written all over his face and then the realtor said, "Okay honey, let's see if you mean it." He unzipped his fly and took out his cock. Edie licked her lips and said, "Oh my, that's a nice one" and then she went to her knees in front of him and took his cock in her hand. She looked up at him and smiled, "I think I'm going to like this" and she opened her mouth and took in his cock. The other man unzipped himself and moved up to where Edie could get her hands on him and she started stroking him while sucking on the realtor.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My wife sucking off one stranger while jacking off another and she hadn't even put up a fight. She had just offered herself up as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do. That made me begin to wonder if maybe it was. After all, how did I really know that she turned aside all the passes made at her?

The realtor told the other man to go and get the chaise lounge and move it into the shade, "I'm going to cum in her mouth and then we are going to fuck the little slut." While the man moved the lounger Edie stood up and pulled off her bikini bottoms and when the lounger was in place she told the realtor to sit down on it and then she bent at the waist and took him back in her mouth. She spread her legs apart in an open invitation to the other man and he moved up behind her. He gave Edie a playful slap on the ass and then he began working his dick into her. Edie moaned around the cock in her mouth and the two men smiled ear to ear as they took Edie from both ends.

I don't remember at what point I took out my own cock, in fact I was kind of surprised to find it in my hand, but I found that I was beating myself off in time with the guy fucking Edie from behind. The realtor said, "God that's good honey, you can trespass over here any time you want as long as you are willing to keep doing this." Edie took her mouth off him long enough to say "Promise?" The realtor said, "As long as you suck my cock honey, I promise." Edie giggled and said, "I'm over here every day the sun shines sugar. Think you could handle it?" Then she went back to sucking his dick.

I watched as the three of them thrust and pushed and then I heard the realtor say, "Here it comes honey" and his hips arched up off the lounger to bury his cock deep in her throat. He must have had a lot of cum stored up because even though Edie gulped and swallowed some still leaked out of the corner of her mouth. Meanwhile the man in her pussy was pumping faster and Edie's moans began to get louder. Her mouth was still locked onto the realtor's cock as she tried to get every last drop out of him and just as the man fucking her grunted to signal that he too was emptying himself Edie let the realtor's limp cock fall from her mouth and she gave the sharp little cry that signaled that her own climax had arrived. The man moved away from her and then both men looked at each other as if to say, "What do we do now?"

Edie looked like some sort of sex goddess propped up on the lounge chair and with cum running down the inside of her leg. With her bikini panties lying at her feet and her tits swaying her body was just crying out, "Fuck me, fuck me, somebody please fuck me." This was not the woman that I knew, the woman I had married; I did not know the woman I was watching. The surprises kept on coming, "This concrete is hard on my feet," Edie said, "Can we take this to my house where we can get more comfortable?" 

I was fucked if they went around to the front of the house. Edie would see the company truck and know I was home and I couldn't get to the front of the house in time to get in my truck and leave. I wasn't ready to confront the cheating bitch just yet - I wanted to find out more about what she had been up to first - but if she came in the front door it would be all over. Luckily she headed toward the side door of the garage. I tossed my sandwich into the garbage, grabbed a dishrag and wiped up the puddle of cum I'd left on the floor and then hurried into the bedroom. I got into the closet and waited to see what would happen next.

Edie came into the room followed by the two men and she went straight to the bed and pulled off the covers. She turned to the men and said, "By the way my name is Edie. Would you like to tell me your names or would you rather just be known as mystery meat." The realtor grinned and said, "I'm Dan and this is Jim. Jim is a prospective buyer for the house next door. What do you think Jim, could you handle living next door to this sexpot?" Jim smiled, "I sure could, but my wife would be watching me like a hawk and getting over here would be a problem." Edie laughed, "When you can make it the welcome mat is always out." For the next two hours the two of them fucked Edie, she sucked their cocks and she even gave both of them her ass. The phone rang a couple of times while Edie was bouncing on the bed, but she ignored it. At one point Jim left the room to take a piss and Edie, who was sucking Dan's cock, took her mouth off him long enough to say, "If he doesn't buy the house make sure you call me when you bring the next prospect. Maybe I can help you close the sale" and then she giggled, "And you don't even have to pay me commission."

The time came when she told them they would have to leave. "I've got sheets to change and then I have to clean myself up and start dinner for my hubby." Don asked, "Does he know you do this sort of thing?"

"Oh God no. If he knew he would probably kill me so lets just keep this as our little secret, okay?" 

The two men said they would let themselves out and I got ready to get out of the house when Edie took her shower. But Edie didn't take a shower. She took a large dildo out of the bedside table drawer, leaned back against the headboard and began to fuck herself with it. I'd never seen her do that before and my dick got hard all over again. I couldn't believe it! She had just spent over two hours fucking two guys and she still wanted more. It took her several minutes to bring herself to a climax and then she licked the dildo clean and put it away. Then she picked up the phone and punched in a number, waited and then said, "Hi Bonnie (her best friend), it's me. I guess you've noticed that I'm not there. (silence and then a giggle) Oh, I guess that you could say that something came up. A couple of something's in fact." She then proceeded to tell Bonnie what had happened along with mentioning that if she were lucky it would happen again. "Who's there?" (silence) "Oh, I guess that it's a good thing that I didn't come over today." (silence) "Because Bonnie, you know I don't like fucking guys that know Jerry." (silence) "Well I haven't, not since I fucked Marvin. After I fucked him every time he was around Jerry he got one of those "I know something you don't know" smirks on his face. Harry and Joe did it to. From now on I'm not fucking anybody who knows Jerry. (silence) "No Bonnie, I will not give them blow jobs." (silence) "No I don't feel sorry for you. I've seen you handle six all by yourself before." (silence) "Okay, I'll call you tomorrow."

She hung up the phone, got off the bed and headed for the closet, but at the last second she turned and went into the bathroom. As soon as I heard the shower running I got out of the closet and out of the house.

As I drove away from the house I had a lot to think about. First, I was going to have to come up with an excuse for my boss for being gone so long. I was going to have to reevaluate my friendships with Marvin, Harry and Joe and then I was going to have to figure out what to do about Edie.



What to Do about Edie: My Sequel



[Author's Note: This is a continuation, at Just Plain Bob's invitation, to his story "What to Do about Edie". Thanks to JPB for posting his story and inviting responses.]

Actually, it turned out that figuring out what to do about Edie was the easy part. I loved her—I loved her more than I'd ever loved anyone, in fact—but I wasn't going to stick around and be her happy cuckold of a husband. Thinking about what I'd seen her do made me want to throw up. In fact I had to pull the truck over to the side of the road at one point, because I was afraid I really WOULD throw up.

I thought about how turned-on I'd gotten watching her fuck the shit out of those two guys—didn't that mean I liked it? Didn't that mean I was OK with it? And I realized the answer was No. Watching people have sex can be a turn-on, and Edie in a three-way with two men, with her fantastic body and her amazing enthusiasm, was a huge turn-on. I reacted pretty much like any other red-blooded heterosexual man would do.

But that didn't mean I didn't hate it—and Edie. I had been the best, most loving, and completely faithful husband I could be. I'd tried in every way I could to satisfy and please her, both in bed and out. And here she was, not only stepping out on me, but apparently taking every possible opportunity to bang any man who came within range. From the sound of her phone conversation with Bonnie, the two of them were doing some pretty regular group scenes.

So one part of my situation was easy: I was out of there. But I needed to decide how to manage it, and I needed to think hard about my so-called friends—Harry, Marvin and Joe.

***************

I took care of Joe first, because he was the easiest. He and I and a couple of other guys played golf about every other Sunday. It was a relaxed, friendly game, with some small bets and some beer-drinking and bragging at the end.

The next week I waited until the 17th tee—no sense in ruining a good round of golf!—and then I took care of Joe. Very casually, as I took out my driver, I saw from Joe's shadow just where he was standing behind me. As I took a "practice swing" I twisted my body slightly, just enough that my backswing came up and the head of the club nearly took Joe's head off. There was a sickening "crack" and he collapsed to the ground, blood pouring out of his mouth.

Well, that ended the game, of course. I acted horrified, while the other two guys truly were horrified. We called an ambulance and went to the ER with him. His wife Amy was called, and when she arrived I apologized to her over and over. (Joe was unconscious in the operating room while they tried to put his jaw back together.) The other guys backed me up—it was just a terrible accident. I truly enjoyed playing the role of the devastated friend, overcome with sorrow and guilt.

Even more fun were the visits I paid to Joe's bedside for the next five days, until they finally sent him home. I played the guilt-stricken friend to the hilt, but when he thought I wasn't looking he would gaze at me, an uncertain look in his eye. I knew he was wondering whether I knew about him and Edie, and whether that backswing was really an accident—and I just let him go on wondering.

When I came home from the hospital that Saturday and told Edie about poor Joe, I don't think it occurred to her that it could have been anything but accidental. She had absolutely no reason to suspect that I knew she was a complete slut. I had been playing the loving husband, and our sex-life had continued unchanged since the day I watched her with the realtor and his buddy.

In some ways it had even gotten better. My love for her was pretty much destroyed by the pain and anger I felt, but my lust for her was unabated. And I found that fucking her like a whore—especially with the images of that three-way still in my mind—was even more fun than making love to her like a caring husband. 

She asked me once, after a particularly vigorous fuck, what had gotten into me lately. I just smiled, and told her a made-up story I had ready for the occasion.

"A couple of weeks ago Archie at work showed me a picture of a naked pornstar he found on the Internet. He was going on and on about how hot she was, and I realized that she didn't look nearly as sexy as you do. I've been thinking about it ever since."

Needless to say, she was perfectly happy with that answer.

***************

My revenge on Marvin was quite different. Getting even with him required ruining his wife's life at the same time, and I never would have done what I did had his wife not been such a loathsome bitch, but that's just what she was. Alice was short-tempered, bigoted, and ungenerous. Virtually nobody liked her; people just put up with her because they liked Marvin. 

About two weeks after the golf club accident, some friends had a big Saturday night party. Edie and I were there, and so were Marvin and Alice. The party got pretty wild, with lots of drinking and dancing and a fair amount of discreet groping in dark corners. I took particular notice of Alice's dress, which was red with gold trim and kind of low-cut in front.

The following Tuesday I took an hour off work in the middle of the day and drove to Alice and Marvin's house. As I expected Alice was home, and I gave her some bullshit about a surprise party I wanted to plan for Edie, just to get her talking. We had some coffee, and after twenty minutes or so I excused myself and went upstairs to use their bathroom.

I'd been in the house many times, so within seconds I found Alice's dress from the party in their bedroom closet. Taking it quickly into the bathroom and locking the door, I proceeded to jerk myself off, letting a few drops of cum drip onto the front of the dress. (You might think that would have been tough—but all I had to do was think about Edie at the neighbor's pool to get myself up and at it.)

I carefully put the dress back in the closet where it had been and headed downstairs again. After another few minutes of meaningless chatter with Alice, I drove back to work.

The next day I created a yahoo account with the screen name "WordToTheWise" and sent a message to Marvin. It was a short one:

"Your wife has been screwing around on you. I fucked her at the Thompsons' party, and I wasn't the only one.

"If you don't believe me, check the front of her dress. She gave me a blowjob in the bathroom, and when I came some of it leaked out of her mouth and dripped on the dress.

"Just thought you'd like to know—A Friend"

Now I knew old Marvin pretty well, and he was one of the most jealous guys around. Never mind that he'd been dipping his wick into Edie—even the mere thought of Alice with somebody else could get him going. So I wasn't too surprised by what Edie told me over dinner about three nights later.

"I spoke to Hannah today, and she told me that Marvin and Alice are divorcing."

"Really?" I said, trying to look surprised. "What on earth for?"

"Apparently Marvin is convinced Alice cheated on him at the Thompsons' party. He found a stain on her dress that he insists is another man's, uh, semen, but Alice swears up and down that she hasn't let another man touch her since their wedding."

Looking thoughtful, I said, "that's a shame. Not that I ever cared for Alice all that much, but still... 

"Actually, I find it hard to believe she cheated on Marvin. It was obvious she loved him, and what kind of woman who loved her husband would hop in bed with another man behind his back?"

I looked innocently at Edie while making this little speech, and enjoyed the sight of her avoiding my eyes. She did manage to lie to me, though.

"I was thinking the same thing, baby. It seems much more likely to me that Marvin is wrong, somehow."

***************

That wasn't the end of me and Marvin, however. I had more in mind for him, though it had to wait several months. He filed for divorce, Alice got a real shark for a lawyer, and it got very ugly. Legal documents back and forth, fights about money, name-calling, the works.

I saw Marvin once during that time, at a bar. He looked terrible, and was working on what appeared to be his fifth or sixth drink. I commiserated with him, but he was too drunk even to focus on me, let alone judge my sincerity.

About a year after the divorce—and long after my life with Edie had come to an end—I got back in touch with Marvin. He'd moved to the West coast, but I got his new work email and sent him another message from "WordToTheWise":

"Dear Marvin: Remember that message I sent you, where I said some other guys and I had fucked your wife? I'll bet you do!

"Well, old friend, I was just kidding you. I sneaked into your house one day and put the cum on Alice's dress. Sorry about that! I guess the whole nasty divorce was for nothing....

"Why on earth would I do such a horrible thing to you? See if you can figure it out. Cheers!"

***************

Harry took a little longer—but it was worth it. He was a salesman for a high-end home security firm, and never went anywhere without a briefcase full of demo equipment. He worked hard, and had been the top seller in his company for several months in a row. He used to brag that when he'd been Number 1 for a whole year, the company would send him and his wife to Hawaii for two weeks.

I had a good friend from college who was in the same business in another state, so I called him, told him the circumstances, and asked him for a big favor. He listened and said he'd call me back.

When Rob called the next day, it was to say, "listen, I know how to handle this cocksucker. Get me a list of his last dozen important sales, with names, addresses, and phone numbers, and I'll take care of the rest. I've arranged to take a couple of personal days off next week."

It turns out that everything these days is done via computer, including security systems, and my buddy Rob is a first-rate hacker. He has to be: he protects the clients in his company from other hackers trying to get in.

In just a few hours, working from a throwaway cell phone and an anonymous rented computer logged onto a downtown wireless network, Rob hacked into nine of Harry's last fifteen important accounts and planted some deadly bugs. Then he threw the phone away, wiped the computer's hard drive and returned it, and went back to work.

I thanked Rob, sent him a case of his favorite beer and sat back to wait for the fun to start. Within three weeks, seven of the security systems were displaying major problems: multiple false-alarms, alarms that failed to go off when tested, even one case where a sprinkler system went off and soaked a $2 million dollar server. Harry's company scrambled to deal with the problems, but the loss of customer confidence was fatal.

Word of mouth works both for good service and bad, and within a month Harry was at the bottom of his company's sales list. Anyone paying attention could notice that it was only his accounts that were having problems. Whether they thought he was actually sabotaging the systems himself I'll never know; but within six months Harry had lost his job and was working at an Applebee's while trying to find something better. The poor guy! I felt just awful for him....

***************

Which left Edie. All this had taken several months—months which I spent pretending everything was normal, hiding my rage and my hurt from her, and planning how to end my marriage. A simple dissolution wasn't good enough—this situation called for a major blow-out.

Part one of the plan was to arrange a surprise party for my lovely wife. Her 30th birthday was months away, but I set things up with my parents, her parents, and both of her brothers and their wives. I told them that I would never be able to surprise Edie near her actual birthday, so I was having the party a few months ahead, and in the middle of the week.

They all planned to fly into town the same week. On the chosen Tuesday afternoon at 2pm, I met them quietly at our front door and sneaked them inside. Smiling conspiratorially, I told them Edie was taking a nap. I led them silently up the stairs to the bedroom, where I threw open the door and cried, "Surprise!"

And what did we see? Well, that involved the other part of my plan.

It had not been hard to find out that "Dan the realtor" was named Dan McKnight, and that he was happily married to a Marjorie McKnight, with whom he had four children.

A couple of weeks after seeing him and his client fuck the ass off Edie, I strolled into his office for a private conversation—one he initially thought was going to be about real estate. I cleared up that misconception right away.

"Mr. McKnight, I'm Jerry Donovan, the husband of Edie Donovan whom you and your client Jim gang-fucked in my bedroom recently."

His shock was absolute. His face sagged and the air rushed out of him. He went completely white, and I thought he might actually faint.

After a long moment he stammered, "I...I have no...idea what you're..."

Watching my face, he must have concluded it was hopeless, because he didn't even bother to finish the sentence. I went on.

"Mr. McKnight, your career and your marriage are now in my hands. I have a lovely set of pictures from that afternoon [this was a total lie, but I didn't think he'd challenge me], and unless you do absolutely everything I ask you to do I am going to make you an ex-realtor and an ex-husband. With any luck I can put you in jail as well."

Then I just sat, for perhaps five minutes, and watched him digest it all. The range of feelings that played over his face was fascinating to watch, and I was in no hurry. I could see the cogs turning, see him examining the problem from every angle, looking desperately for a way out of it.

At one point he asked me, "are you and your wife blackmailing me? Was this a setup?"

"No—she doesn't know that I know anything about it. And it's going to stay that way, or you're dead meat."

He thought some more, and finally I could see that he'd reached the end of the line. He wiped his sweaty forehead on his shirtsleeve and said, slowly, "what do you want me to do?"

"How many times have you been back there to fuck her since the first time?"

For a minute he considered lying to me—I could see it in his face. Then he sighed and said, "three. Once with the same client, and twice with a divorced guy who works here in the office, a buddy of mine."

"Okay," I said. "Here's what you're going to do. You're going to say absolutely nothing about this to anyone else in the world, and you're going to keep seeing her, whenever you and she arrange it."

He looked at me in total astonishment. 

"I'm setting her up," I said. "When the time comes, your little playtime is going to be most embarrassingly interrupted."

He sat up straight, looking worried. "But...but if there's anything public, I'll be right in the middle of it!"

"Don't worry about it. On the day I choose, you'll excuse yourself in the middle of the fun and leave Edie there with your buddy. He's divorced, so it won't ruin his marriage.

"But I tell you, Dan," I said more forcefully, leaning forward and glaring at him. "If you give me even the slightest bit of shit, if you let me down in any way at all, I will turn your life into a kind of Hell you can't even imagine from the outside."

***************

In the end, I decided that Edie and one other guy wouldn't be quite right. I wanted our family members to have the same memorable sight that I had had. So I instructed Dan to bring another single guy into the game. The four of them had a few little get-togethers in the weeks before "Super Tuesday".

And when I opened the door and cried "Surprise!", what Edie's parents and my parents and Edie's brothers and their wives and I all saw was just what I had intended, pretty much. I couldn't know the exact position they'd be in...

Edie was naked, sweaty, and moaning, in the middle of a man sandwich. She was lying face down on a tall blonde guy whose cock was driving in and out of her pussy. On top of her was a shorter guy with his cock stuck deep in her ass.

I was mildly surprised, actually. I'd figured on catching some mouth and pussy double-teaming, rather than pussy and ass. But it didn't much matter.

Edie and the two guys did a classic double-take. They froze, stunned, staring at us as we stared back at them. Then, just as I heard my dad say, "my God!", and Edie's mom stumbled against me, on her way to fainting, the bed exploded into motion. Edie tried to yank herself away from the two men, screaming, "no! no!" over and over. It took her several seconds to free herself, and she ran sobbing into the bathroom. The equally shocked men could think of nothing better than to cover their protruding cocks with pillows. They didn't even try to speak, just looked aghast at us, their faces flushed with exertion and embarrassment.

I guess you could say that pretty much broke up the party. The relatives and I went back downstairs—they all looked shellshocked and I pretended to be just as stunned. We revived Edie's mother, and they all quickly got into their cars and headed back to the hotel. I got a wordless hug from all the women, and the men shook my hands seriously, their faces drawn and sympathetic.

Why had I chosen this way of ending it? Several reasons. One was to punish Edie, that was obvious. Let the people she loved most in the world see her for what she was: a cheating, lying, low-rent cumslut pretending to be a loving wife.

Another was to shortcut all the phone calls from family members, all the voices saying, "are you sure, Jerry? Perhaps she wasn't REALLY cheating on you. Couldn't you give her another chance?" 

I was going to be unhappy enough, trying to rebuild my life without the woman I had loved so much for so many years. It would be easier—no, it would be a little less difficult—if I didn't have well-meaning relatives urging me to consider a reconciliation. After what they'd all seen, I doubted I'd be receiving any of those calls. I was willing to bet that the scene was pretty well burned into their brains.

My last reason for what I did was to burn the scene into MY brain. Seeing Edie with Dan and Tom some months earlier had shocked me, hurt me, sickened me, and turned me on. In some sick way I wanted to see it again. I wanted to see Edie again, not as a loving wife, but as the woman who had repeatedly and indiscriminately and enthusiastically betrayed me for God knows how long.

I was pretty sure that, in the sad and lonely days ahead of me, having this final image in my mind would help me fend off any doubts about the wisdom of divorcing her.

***************

There was one final scene to get through, though. I had considered simply leaving the house, moving out, disappearing, filing divorce papers and refusing to speak to her again. That's certainly one way a horrified and devastated husband might behave.

But I knew that there would have to be one more conversation. I knew that Edie would fight the divorce tooth and nail, despite the circumstances, until she at least made me speak to her. So it seemed simpler to just get it over with.

Besides, I was kind of curious as to how she would play it.

I sat alone in the kitchen an hour after the big "surprise", drinking a beer. You might have thought I wouldn't be all that emotional, given that I'd arranged the whole thing, but I was. I was very hurt and very very sad. 

Even though I'd known for months who I was really married to, and even though I'd been living a lie with her all that time, pretending to still be a loving, devoted husband—it still hurt. Seeing my beautiful wife lost in the pleasure of being double-teamed by two strangers, in my bed, it hurt a lot.

"That's why you set it up, asshole," I said to myself. "You wanted to see it one last time, to KNOW that you couldn't live with it. So don't be so fucking surprised that it hurts."




What to Do about Edie: My Sequel



I had heard the shower running for quite a while, and then silence. Finally, Edie's footsteps sounded as she slowly came down the stairs and into the kitchen. She avoided my eyes as she circled the table, finally sitting down in the chair across from me.

I watched her, saying nothing, keeping my face neutral—I think.

Without raising her eyes from the table she said, "I'm so sorry, baby."

I waited, figuring there would be more, but she kept silent for a long long time. Then, finally, "aren't you going to say anything?"

"What do you want me to say, Edie? 'Guess the surprise didn't work out all that well'?"

She started to cry. "Why don't you shout at me? Why don't you curse, and throw things, and tell me what a cheating cunt I am and how badly I've hurt you? Why don't you throw me on the table and spank my cheating ass until it's bright red?"

"What would be the point?" I asked. "Would that make it hurt any less? Would that take away the sight of you on the bed, our marital bed, with two cocks shoved up you? Would it make me less of a cuckold, or you less of a whore?"

She shook her head, and just cried harder. I wanted to make sure this was the one and only time we went through this, so I just waited.

It took nearly twenty minutes before her weeping dried up; by then I had finished my beer and begun another.

"This wasn't the first time," she finally said.

"I could see that."

"I don't know why I started. I've never been as happy with anyone, or as in love with anyone, as I am with you. You're the only man who has ever made me feel totally understood, totally loved and totally safe.

"And it certainly wasn't because our sex-life isn't good enough. I love the way you make love to me, and it's just gotten better and better over the years.

"It's just...I don't know. I went out to a club with Bonnie once, when you were away..."

"Stop, Edie. Just stop. I don't want to hear how it began, or when, or with whom. It doesn't matter.

"But I would like to know why you kept doing it—why you felt it was all right, to fuck other men behind our back, to do gang-bangs with two guys at once, to screw them in the bed where you and I sleep together..."

"STOP, Jerry," she cried at me. "I don't know, I don't know! I never thought it was all right! I knew it was terrible, it was disgusting, and half the time I loathed myself. But I loved doing it. 

"The sex was never as good as what you and I had. But the secrecy and the cheating—and the dirtiness of doing it with strangers—made me incredibly hot.

"I could lie to you, and tell you that I thought it would be okay as long as you never found out, that what you didn't know would never hurt you. But I knew that was bullshit. I knew that it was wrong—and I knew that I would have felt totally destroyed if I found out you had cheated on me.

"I just couldn't stop, OK?" By now she was sobbing again. "I hated doing it, but I loved doing it too, and I couldn't stop."

She cried for a while again, while I finished the second beer. I was hurting too, but it felt cold and empty now. Distant. I was ready to be gone.

When there was silence in the room I said, "I'm going to divorce you, Edie. I'm keeping the house—I want you out by tomorrow."

She looked at me imploringly. "Baby, is there...is there any chance you...."

"None. None, none, none. Not any. Zero."

I stood up. "I'm going to spend a couple of days in a hotel. I'd like you and all your stuff out of here by Friday."

I walked out of the room without looking back.

***************

That night in the hotel room I wrote Edie a letter, telling her how long I'd known about her whoring around, how I'd gotten revenge on Marvin, Joe, and Harry, and how I'd set her up. I figured I'd send it to her after the divorce, so she'd know that I played her for a fool just like she played me for one.

In the end, though, I never sent it. The divorce took five months, and I didn't see her or speak to her again, though she called several times asking me to get together.

Once the divorce was done I thought, what's the point? She lost the man she most loved in the world, and she did it through her own stupidity. She's in plenty of pain.

And by then I was dating Shelley, and I was a lot happier. It just didn't seem to matter so much anymore.



What To Do About Harry?



Bob walked into Dave's office and said, "We've got to do something about Harry."

Dave rolled his eyes, not really wanting to hear it. He was well aware of Harry's problems. Harry had been going downhill since the sudden death of his wife Diana over a year ago. Dave would have bought him out long ago but he had hoped that Harry would pull himself out of it. He needed Harry's genius, the way he was before the accident.

"He should have been finished with the Henderson project a week ago." Bob continued. "I know he is your friend but . . ."

"I'll talk to him," Dave said. "Yeah, yeah, you've said that before."

Bob walked out of the office, leaving Dave to ponder the problem with Harry. Then Dave remembered Lisa, his daughter, and remembered how she had always had a way with Harry. Perhaps Lisa could get through to him. Dave remembered how infatuated with Harry Lisa had been. She was not a kid anymore, she was a full grown woman and wondered if she still had feelings for him.

Lisa, Dave's twenty five-year-old daughter was preparing his dinner for her father when he walked into the kitchen. She enjoyed this once a week chore since he had done so much for her. It was also the only way she could make sure he had a good meal once in a while. Lisa had moved into an apartment upon graduation from College and would start her new job as a second grade teacher at PS 92 in a month.

Dave was awfully quiet through dinner and Lisa wondered what was wrong. She knew that it would do no good to ask. He would tell her when he was ready. After dinner Dave dried the dishes while she washed and still he remained silent. It was driving her nuts, she had never seen him in such a mood. When she started wiping down the counter and stove Dave brought out two snifters and poured brandy.

"Dad, I don't think that's a good idea, I have to drive home you know."

"Honey, I've got a favor to ask of you and I think you're going to need this."

She lay the rag aside. "I think we should take this conversation to the living room," she said, taking the glass from her father. Lisa walked into the living room, sat in a comfortable armchair and waited for her father to begin.

"It's about Harry, Lisa, he still hasn't recovered from Diana's death. It's affecting his work and I would hate for Harry to lose everything. I know you have always gotten along well with him. I would like for you to talk to him see if you can get him to snap out of it." Lisa stared at her father, then took a sip of brandy. "Do you remember what I told you on my eighteenth birthday?"

"Yes, you said that some day you would marry him."

"Yes, and you laughed it off. What if I were to tell you that I was having an affair with him when Diana died."

Dave opened his mouth but said nothing.

"Don't look so shocked daddy. It happens in the best of family's."

Tears began to fall from Lisa's eye's. Dave held out his arms and she rushed to him and let him comfort her. "You don't know how many times I wanted to get it off my chest, daddy. It was a hard secret to keep. At the time Harry shunned me, told me to get out of his life, but I still love him."

Dave held his daughter who was sobbing. "Lisa, you have to go to him and tell him how you feel."

"I'm scared. What if he sends me away again? I can't face that kind of rejection again."

"How did Harry feel about you?"

"He told me he loved me but he could never divorce Diana."

"How could you accept knowing he would never be free?"

"It wasn't like we had a lot of time together. I was pulling a double load at school. He had his work and Diana to think about."

"Then it wouldn't be a good idea for you to talk to him."

"I've been thinking about him a lot lately, maybe it is time."

"If you need to talk later, I'll be here."

"Thanks daddy."

Lisa left her fathers house and drove to Harry's home. After taking a moment to gather her courage, she stepped out of her car, walked to the front door and rang the bell. Harry opened the door dressed in a robe and stared at Lisa before turning away. He had left the door open and Lisa stepped inside following Harry. She found him sitting in an arm chair in the den.

"I need to speak to you Harry."

"You are talking to me."

"Damn it Harry, you know what I mean."

"Lisa there's nothing to talk about."

"Oh yeah, your just going to sit there while your world crumbles around you. According to dad your fucking up at work. He asked me to talk to you, to try to get you working again."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him about us Harry. For what its worth I don't think he'll hold it against you."

Lisa sat on the sofa waiting for Harry to respond, he didn't. She wanted to know if there were a time they could be together.

"Harry, I have to know when you will forgive me? I have to know if you will ever want me?"

"I've never blamed you Lisa. I've always blamed myself."

"Then why are you punishing me," Lisa said. In that moment she knew she was going take the biggest gamble of her life. She pulled her shirt over her head and unbuttoned her jeans, stood, and slid her jeans to her knees.

"What do you think your doing Lisa?"

She plopped on the couch and kicked off her jeans and shoes. Harry caught one of her shoes as it went flying.

"I'm trying to seduce you Harry so just shut-up." At least he smiled.

She walked up to him removed her bra and flung it backwards where it hung from a lamp. Harry seemed to be amused at her antics and leaned close to her and slid her panties off. Somewhere along the way she got through to Harry because he opened his robe to reveal a very hard cock. She placed her knees on either side of him and lowered her pussy to his cock and guided it inside of her. She began to rise and fall on his cock. Then Harry began participating by spiking his dick into her causing her to gasp. She began weeping with pleasure.

"Oh Harry, I've missed you so much."

She became putty in his hands, cuming continuously till he gushed his seed into her. Lisa rested clinging to Harry and he held her. "I wanted to call you so many times Lisa but I was afraid I'd hurt you by sending you away. Then so much time had passed I felt sure you would have someone new." 

"I've been waiting for you Harry. There hasn't been anyone."

Lisa stood up and felt her pussy dripping. "I'm going to need your shower Harry."

"Sure, I'll show you the way." He took her through his bedroom to the master bath. She giggled to herself, a few minutes ago it all seemed so hopeless. There was a definite difference in Harry now. He was taking an interest in her following her into the shower. He bathed her washing away his cum. When they were finished, he took a big fluffy towel and dried her. Lisa took the towel from him and began drying him, his cock was responding to her gentle fondling. He moaned his pleasure when her warm moist mouth closed over him. He was not a large man, about seven inches she guessed but he was thick.

"No," he said pulling himself away from her. "No, I want to do you."

Harry pulled out the pins that held her long brown hair, letting it cascade over her shoulders. Tilting her head to face him he kissed her lips. She laughed when he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom and sat her on the bed. He knelt on the floor before her and pulled her breasts to his face and began suckling one, then the other. After a few moments of fondling, sucking, and kissing her breasts, he moved farther south to her neatly trimmed bush. For a moment he merely breathed in her womanly scent. He looked up and saw Lisa watching him he smiled at her. His first licks were tentative, but as the familiar taste and scents filed his head he began lapping her juices faster and stronger. He moved onto her clit flicking it with his tongue. Lisa had been slowly moving her hips up and down but when he touched her clit her hips shot straight up mashing his tongue. He held his tongue rigid against her clit while she humped against him.

Lisa had never felt anything like it orgasms seemed to fire one on top of another. Then his tongue moved lower and he was nipping at her inner thighs. She raised herself on her elbows and pulled herself to the center of the bed.

"Come here baby, let me rest a while." Harry lay down beside her, enfolding her in his arms. She didn't mean to fall asleep but that's what she did. He held her for a moment longer listening to her steady breathing before extricating himself. 

"She was so young and beautiful, why would she want an old man like me?" He asked, even though he was only forty-two.

Harry walked across the room and sat on the window bench watching her sleep. He thought about the past year and the guilt that caused him to send Lisa away. He could not do it again.

"Oh God Diana, what am I going to do? I love that little girl sleeping in your bed," he whispered.

When Lisa opened her eyes, the bedside clock said it was five thirty and Harry was gone. She found a robe in a closet and went in search of Harry. There was only one light on in the whole house, Harry was there working at the computer.

"What are you doing Harry?"

"Hi sweetheart, I couldn't sleep so I came in here to work."

Lisa came to stand behind him and bent down to kiss his cheek. She felt him smiling but he was focused on the computer screen.

"Do you have any plans for the day sweetheart?"

"Not really."

"Want to spend the day with me?"

"I would like that Harry."

"Good. I'm about ready to transmit this to the office. Would you start a pot of coffee, please?"

"Sure."

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Harry watched her leave the room then dialed up the office computer entered his code and began transmitting the Henderson project. When it was completed, he picked up the phone and dialed Dave's home number.

"Yeah," a sleepy Dave said.

"Dave, I just wanted you to know that I'm not coming in today."

"What about the Henderson project Harry?"

"I just uploaded it to your computer. See you in a couple of days."

"Son of a bitch Harry, what the hells going on."

"No time now old buddy, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

It took Lisa a while to figure out Harry's coffee maker and it had just started brewing when she heard her cell phone ringing. She ran to the living room to find her purse and retrieve the phone.

"Hello," she said.

"Where are you Lisa? I tried your apartment and I know you're not there."

"I spent the night with Harry." 

"Is this what you really want?"

"I love him daddy."

Lisa ended the call and turned around to see Harry. He smiled took her in his arms and said, "So, you going to marry me or what?" End



What to Do About Max



Kylie rolled her eyes looking over at her boss, Max who poured himself another glass of Scotch, the liquid crackling the ice.

It had been one of those days when one glass just wasn't going to do it.

He had just breezed in from an out of town business jag and thrown his coat on the lounge seat before heading to his office to conduct a conference call. That would hook him up with five other CEOs of other business firms to discuss the recent legislation passed by the state senate. When Michelle, the receptionist and gatekeeper who manned the front desk handed him some contract forms, he simply nodded but said nothing.

Kylie looked up at him from where she sat dressed in her business attire which meant a stiffly ironed blouse over an even more pressed skirt. She had a jacket slung over the back of her chair and pumps on her feet

Only a necklace of small pearls around her neck spiced up her orderly clothes. God, she hated dressing up like this. When she had graduated from Hastings School of Law, she had dreamed of wearing business pants to work and not these ridiculous skirts. The nylons itched her lithe legs she kept in shape through running and hiking in the foothills surrounding the city.

But Max liked his staff attorneys in feminine attire, and Michelle had told her the first day of work that it had been because he favored females appearing for him in court to soften up the competition.

Max knew that the world of business still held a sexist bent and he planned to use that against his rivals by fielding a team of the top female attorneys all who would be underestimated simply for being female. Kylie hoped that this story which had traveled around the office building hadn't been the truth.

After all, she had grown up not too far away from Max in terms of geography even though they'd been farther apart in social status. Max's father had founded one of the top chains of hotels in the country. He hadn't owned more than a half dozen at a time but each one had been customized in the luxury it afforded the clientele who could afford to stay there.

He still traveled the globe looking for new frontiers and hotels that could be tailored to best fit them. Last month, he had been to the Arctic looking at spots to build one of the largest hotels made entirely out of ice. Another would be built more than 15 feet in the depths of the ocean, accessible only by a mini-sub.

Many analysts in the industry had called him eccentric at best and insane at worst but Max' father had known what he was doing. But the son of the successful hotel kingpin hadn't wanted his father's cash or his guidance. He had wanted to build his own empire and he had been doing that.

Only it had been in designing and selling customized security systems to a growing list of clients, who represented all the different fields that required such services. Max had just bought a chateau in the south of France to join to another growing list of prime real estate he had purchased. She had no doubt he would spend time in all his bases of operation though none for too long given his propensity to keep moving.

But right now, he stood still enough in front of her...for now. Good, because she loved looking at her boss given that his physique could lure every weakness inside of a woman to the surface. He stood tall enough at just over six feet and his body, muscled like a quarterback instead of a line backer. Hands that could curve around a football, legs that could power him through a marathon, Max had grown up loving all kinds of sports, especially those that thrived on constant motion.

Dark hair, curly at the ends that brushed his collar and eyes, pools of greenish aqua that hid a lot and lips that curved up into the sexiest smile that could and did warm her insides.

She'd had her fantasies about Max, what woman didn't? And more than a few of the socialites in a couple of the major party circuits had been able to do much more than that. Growing up just down the street she had seen him attract a throng of eager females since junior high school and that hadn't changed.

"Kylie..."

She looked up and that's when she had seen him get that refill on the Scotch. He had just finished an hour conference call. She saw the weariness on his face.

"That bad?"

He sipped his drink.

"Just business...it gets crazy when new product comes out."

Oh yeah, the new security alarm system that had just been released for sale after five years spent perfecting it. But it had passed its exhaustive round of beta testing with flying colors, so they had started promoting it at conferences and seminars around the country.

"It's going to sell like hotcakes."

He winced at her description.

"I hope to be able to keep production up with the orders because the list of orders is growing."

"Well that's good isn't it?"

He nodded and then loosened the collar of his silk shirt. She watched him because she liked it when he did that because if he tugged just hard enough...yes, a button would pop open and provide just a tiny glance at the muscles underneath.

The man had always been amazingly fit, since his line of work had involved field testing of his product which challenged his cognitive and physical skills. The last time he tested a system, he had to scale a 12 foot wall and sprint across several spans of damp grass lit up by the full moon. He had known that his new client had deliberately scheduled his test during that phase of the lunar cycle to test him but he had done his job anyway.

"What are you working on right now?"

She looked up from where she sat working on some files on the coffee table in front of her chair.

"Just filing the invoices in some files," she said, "My court hearing got postponed until Friday."

He took another sip.

"On the Blevins case?"

She nodded.

"I need you after the next call," he said, "so work on the invoices for 30 minutes then join me in my office."

He left her for his office then, leaving her to wonder what he wanted her to do. She knew what she wanted to do to him, she thought as she idly continued sorting the invoices.

She had wanted to finish what he started with his silk shirt, unbutton it slowly all the way down to where it tucked into his dark slacks. As long as she could get her hands to move slowly, but then ripping his shirt open might work if he had a good tailor. Anything so she could slide her hands over the smoothness of his chest just before her eye saw it. Would the hair on his chest be coarse beneath her hands, his skin slick with sweat, she definitely wanted to find out.

Michelle walked over to get some juice from the wet bar and asked Kylie if she wanted some too. She nodded, her mouth suddenly feeling parched. The mango drink felt cool as it poured down her throat but she still felt warm.

The receptionist rolled her eyes.

"He's such a workaholic," she said, "He'll be in his office until past midnight to meet his deadline."

Kylie knew that to be the truth. The party circuit would have to do without him tonight, his rolodex of dates untapped. She'd be done with her own work but if he wanted her to stay late and help him she would do that. They had done that many times before since she'd been hired six months earlier. He finished many a marathon session in his office marveling on her work ethic. She'd smile sleepily before heading home to crash for a while.

If only they could do something else together except work, enjoy a marathon session of another kind. Her body tingled at the thought of that but she knew it to be nothing but fancy on her part.

She leaned back on the lounge chair listening to it squeak, thinking of how she'd like their conference to play out instead. Let's see, how should it begin this time? Wait, she needed a wardrobe adjustment.

Looking down at her boring business attire, she thought it wouldn't do. In fact, it left her a bit overdressed so it needed to be gone.

So she imagined just that, her business suit no longer existed and that instead she just wore the basics.

Like lingerie...let's see what look should she go for with Max? What did he like anyway, did he like negligees on his women, or did he want them to go the full nine yards with a push up bra and garters?

Okay that might work. She'd be wearing one of those lacy bras that would lift her breasts up a bit, not that they needed too much help. Then she could wear a nice lacy g-string which normally she wouldn't be caught dead wearing at the office. She sipped her juice, this sounded promising, but wait she forgot the garters and thigh-high tights, sheer of course.

Instead of pumps she needed, some serious heels if anything to change the way she'd walk in the office.

Okay now what should be her color scheme? She naturally gravitated first to the soft pastels like peach or rosy pink or powder blue...no, that wouldn't light his fire. She needed something seriously hot like royal blue...no red...wait, black would better accentuate her dark hair, which curled around her face.

Yes, that made her insides heat up just thinking about how she'd look standing at the doorway of his office dressed up in that getup. Her breast hardened beneath her blouse and her panties, she felt them grow damp just from her getting dressed into something much naughtier than a business suit.

Exhilaration, the type that arose from being wild and just a little bit wicked colored her emotions. She'd stand there brazen while he worked at his desk, diligently on some project. He had called her in to assist him on what legal language to include in some passage of the contract but when he looked up and saw her, he'd know she had something else in mind.

Especially after she closed the door behind her, yes she'd do that quickly enough so that they'd have their privacy. The whole world could continue conducting its business without them for a while.

"My god, Kylie...I had no idea."

His eyes looked at hers intently and his body grew rigid where he sat at his desk. She smiled at him, her eyes assessing him slowly in ways that would make him hot. He'd take in the creamy mounds of her breasts sheathed by the black lacy and silk of her bra and her toned abdomen, and the panties which would cup her pussy from his view.

He swallowed dryly just looking at the vision in front of him.

"I know Max...but your whole world's about to change."

Her voice sounded soft and seductive to her ears and would raise his blood pressure as well. Just then, she'd sit on his desk, planting her ass on it, while draping one leg over it, one garter and stocking clad leg. She invited him with a look and giving him a gander of what waited for him, soft silky flesh aching to be stroked gently as he claimed her mouth.

She wanted him to kiss her badly, and he didn't move. He just stared at her.

"Is this what you want," he said, "I thought you were only into the business. I didn't even know you liked to play."

She chuckled, her eyes sparkling.

"Oh Max, I don't want to work or play," she said, "I want you to come over here and kiss me."

He didn't need further encouragement as he got out of his chair and she could tell that he wanted more than that just by looking at his pants. God, he had a lot down there to grow hard enough to fill her with, when he took her up on her invite. His mouth caressed hers gently at first, his stubble scraping her skin in a way that tantalized and his hand cupped her chin.

His cologne smelt heavenly but not as much so as his own musk, the scent that defined him as a man who wanted this woman. His lips probed hers and she felt the gentle pressure of his tongue. Should she let him slide it inside of her mouth, it seemed so much more intimate than with other men. But then the men in college and law school had been clumsy, and not very goal oriented compared to Max, who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it.

So she relaxed her mouth and felt his tongue tasting the inside of her mouth, which sent shivers through her. Enough so that she had to remember to remain on the desk, while he thoroughly explored her mouth, offering hints of what he wanted. She put her hands on his chest, and started to unbutton his shirt, to expose the magnificent chest she knew lay undiscovered. Her fingers itched to touch him, and not just there but she wanted to explore every inch of him.

He teased her when he didn't taunt her with those lips and his tongue, her body threatened to turn to jelly just from that and that would be much too soon. She got enough shirt unbuttoned to allow it to hang open and then she caressed his skin which felt both hard and soft, the sprigs of hair silky beneath her inquisitive fingers. His copper nipples, her mouth ached to taste but...maybe later because now she felt her desire increase tenfold because he had moved his mouth away from her mouth and closer to an ear.

"Max..."

"Shhh...I want to taste..."

So she let him because his mouth felt so good, gently sucking on her skin, before tugging it gently between his teeth. Never hurting, but filling her with hints of the pleasure ahead. She wanted to squirm but she forced her body to remain still on the desk.

His mouth returned to hers again, but his hands began to wander, stroking her skin on her abdomen and then cupping her breasts stretching the lacy binding to its limit so eager where they to fill his palms. Even with her bra on, she wanted to lean against him while he cupped them with the gentlest of squeezes.

"You like that?"

His voice was charged but its timbre surprisingly gentle. She sighed as he reached in front to unsnap her bra and free her breasts, while his hands waited to catch them and this time...no lace between them.

"Oh god...," she said, arching her back as he stroked her breasts, toying with the nipples and when she saw the glimmer in his eyes, she knew he wanted to taste the rosy nipples, to slip them inside his mouth. She couldn't let him do that because if she did, she'd scream from it and everyone in the building would hear.

His mouth still tantalized hers but his hands had moved, to span her waist as he moved closer to her. Her blood heated up and she felt almost lightheaded.

"Open your legs up for me..."

His voice at that point had been a harsh whisper as she saw his hands fall to his own pants which he unzipped and pushed down before doing like to his briefs. She had spent minutes, okay hours of her life imagining what he'd look like without his clothes, what his cock would look like and she smiled when she saw it.

She couldn't help herself...he looked magnificent with it standing up at attention. Large enough for her to wonder if it'd fit inside her, thick enough for her to know she'd definitely feel wonderful if it did. His eyes warned her not to touch it, because she knew he worried about blowing his wad before they got started but she reached for it anyway. It felt like iron in its firmness, yet soft and warm, and so alive.

He groaned, as she caressed him, wrapping her fingers around the shaft.

"You got a condom?"

He nodded quickly and fumbled in his desk drawer. When he dug one out, he tore it open and sheathed himself. She leaned back slightly on the desk, and watched him carefully as he caressed her skin around her panties with his fingers before gently hooking them to slide them delicately down her legs. He moved from his fondling to that action so quickly she barely knew it.

"I want to taste every inch of you but I can't wait..."

She nodded totally understanding, because the desire had coiled so tightly inside of her she didn't think she could bear it. If he didn't thrust inside of her...she reached to pull him closer to her but he settled between her thighs and she used them to hold him snugly. His hands on the desk on either side of her, his mouth tantalizing her skin wherever he could find it, then the fullness of his cock as he thrust it inside of her. Her pussy stretched, the sting of his penetration turning into the shards of pleasure as he moved against her, creating delightful friction.

"You like that or you want it harder?"

She couldn't speak but she nodded, and he bucked his hips and sent his cock even deeper into the warmth of her pussy, and the waves of anticipation threaten to send her over the edge into an abyss.

The desk creaked and shifted and for a moment...but he held onto her enough to assure her that she wouldn't fall. Her hands explored him as he kept thrusting inside of her, withdrawing to leave her adrift before they reunited and the pleasure she felt, the unwinding of the tension sent her reeling.

She saw the tension building in his face yet his focus remained on her, and she felt him shift his position which caused his cock to rub against her clit with each thrust inside of her.

"Ohh...."

He smiled, kissing her skin.

"You like that?"

"Well...yeah..."

She felt herself tighten around his cock and knew she would feel even more pleasure...and suddenly she did as her pussy gripped him even tighter. She felt ripples of elation move through her, growing larger and lasting longer until her body convulsed beneath his, unable to restrain the pleasure which led to abandon.

A moment later, he arched his back and she knew from how he felt inside her that he had climaxed even before he sighed harshly. And when she looked into his face at how he looked at that moment, she had never seen anything more beautiful...

"Kylie...Kylie...you awake there?"

She blinked her eyes and looked up to see Max standing in the doorway propped against it. His face looked amused and his shirt had shaken loose another button, exposing...her face flushed with heat and she felt the dampness between her legs. She must have been fantasizing about her boss again.

Did he know? No, he couldn't possibly...it's not like he could see it could he? But a part of her wished that he did know what she had been imaging including that part of her that throbbed right now.

No, in the real world he was an old friend who had never harbored any fantasies about her and her boss.

That could never change could it, she thought as she got up and walked into his office with a smile on her face. 



What To Do for a Horny Girl



I have to admit it: sometimes I get so horny, I just can't thing straight. Masturbating just doesn't cut it. It's those times when I can only think of flesh. I need someone to heal me really – 'cause it's like I'm suffering from withdrawal! That's where you come in...

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Wow, you look frustrated today. Haven't had any in awhile, huh? Kinda sensitive to the touch down there? Maybe even hard as a rock? Mmmm. First... I praise you. Not cos you're horny, but because I am. Then I'll give you a big hug, mmmm, running my fingers down your back. Stimulate those juices that were probably already flowing when you walked thru the door. As we hug, my arms run down your back, softly encircling your tush.

Mmmm, is that not arousing? Of course, I apologize for the accidental ass grab. I'll put you down in my nice big chair. Yes, the chair was always good for me when I was... slightly aroused. Now it can be good for you. Lie back, I'll rub those shoulders. Must've been a long day for you. The hardness makes it even longer, doesn't it? Is it the weekend, and you've been thinking about "getting some" since you arrived at work? Kneeling in front of you I say... "what is your wish, my liege?" 

You start by asking me to pour you a beer. Anything but that, my liege. I want you to get off bigtime. That may slow things down a bit. Maybe later? You slowly nod in agreement. Later. Anything else? Okay. It's warm in here don't you think, or is it just me? So we'll just slip those jeans off that you might be wearing. Oooh, your thighs, are thick... (gasps) and they're hot. My lips turn into a perfect "O" as I notice and think to myself DAMN! He's wearing boxers! Ohhh, that'll make things a bit uneasy for me. Hope he doesn't notice my hands trembling as I stroke ...

Well, now back to you, my liege. You have nice thighs. I'll bet the girls tell you that all the time. And know what? Nice thighs lead to a nicer ass. Close your eyes. Mmmmmm, does it feel good to have your thighs stroked like that? Tell me what you're thinking right now... don't edit. Oh my goodness! As I stroke your thighs, my fingers subconsciously rub up into your boxers, close to your hips. I realize and... back off a little bit. I don't want this rushed. I don't want you opening your eyes anymore, cos I saw you peek when I touched your thighs. Here, I want you to wear this blindfold.... there you go.

Can you see anything? Good. Relax. As you sit back, I began to rub your chest. Lets remove that shirt. Arms up... yes, that's it. Ooooh, nice pecs . My fingers gently massage you chest muscles, and nibble at your nipples. Mmmm, they're tight. Does that.... feel good? Your mouth makes a small "o" as I nibble you. Just watching you in that mask is turning me on, but I can't tell you that. My job is to get you off. Before self. I place myself in your lap, barely feeling the hardness between your thighs. I kiss your cheeks, your neck, and brush my lips across yours. It's getting me wet just feeling your lips on mine. 

What am I wearing? Why, what I always wear when I do this. A short cotton nightie with nothing on under; we don't want you getting too aroused, too fast, right? I suddenly feel your cock thumping against my thighs. Maybe. Your lips are still a perfect "O". I hear you moan dryly. I close my eyes slowly, wanting to relieve you now. 

Okay, okay. I reach between my thighs, and rub your shaft thru the boxers. Mmmmm, there's a little moisture there. I poke my finger thru the slit in your boxers and wipe my finger across your cockhead. You seem to jump. I just wanna taste your precum, ok? Mmmmmm, it's sweet. I think you're ready, huh? As I slide off your lap, it is your fingers that are shaking now. I glance at them, and then at your mask. You can't see me, but I'm smiling. I feel your fingers graze just underneath my nightie. I see you smile as this happens. Hearing you breath like that... and me wanting you so bad! Ohhhhh, I'm so sorry! I promise I'll be quick, and merciful.

Putting my hands on your thighs again, I move them up into your boxers. I am rubbing your balls, so tight, and then your cock... so hot.

"Ready for release? Say yes, if you are." At this point, you cannot even speak. You nod quickly, breathing heavily. I will assume you are ready. My fingers in your boxers, I grab the waistband, and pull it down, removing them from your body. I hope that is not too cool for you. As I lean up into your lap, your cock stands tall. I blow on it softly. Press my tongue against it, licking and kissing. This is for myself as well as you, my liege. Mmmmm! At that point, my lips totally swallow your stiffened tool. I suck with all my strength up and down, my tongue licking and probing your cockhead every few minutes. Mmmmmmm! It's so good! I continue to pull and suck, massaging your balls as I do. I feel your fingers running thru my hair as your moaning grows louder. My own wetness is already running down my thighs , making them sticky. I continue to suck and fight with your shaft until I hear what I want.... that sound you make that tells me--- Success. Mmmm, I love that gurgling sound. 

As I release your pole, my tongue is slow, still lapping the remaining juices from your cock as it runs down. I hear you gasp as I release and look up at your face.... wasted, but smiling. I lick my lips. So.... was it good for you, my liege?

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Wow, you look frustrated today. Haven't had any in awhile, huh? Kinda sensitive to the touch down there.... maybe even hard as a rock? Mmmmmm. First... I praise you. Not cos you're horny, but because I am. Then I'll give you a bigggg hug, mmmmmm, running my fingers down your back. Stimulate those juices that were probably already flowing when you walked thru the door. As we hug, my arms run down your back, softly encircling your tush.

Mmmmm, is that not arousing? Of course, I apologize for the accidental ass grab. I'll put you down in my nice big chair. Yes, the chair was always good for me when I was... slightly aroused. Now it can be good for you. Lie back, I'll rub those shoulders. Must've been a long day for you. The hardness makes it even longer, doesn't it? Is it the weekend , and you've been thinking about "getting some" since you arrived at work? Kneeling in front of you, I say ... what is your wish, my liege? 

You start by asking me to pour you a beer. Anything but that, my liege, I want you to get off bigtime. That may slow things down a bit. Maybe later? You slowly nod in agreement. Later. Anything else? Okay. It's warm in here don't you think, or is it just me? So we'll just slip those jeans off that you might be wearing. Oooooh, your thighs, are thick--- (gasps) and they're hot. My lips turn into a perfect "O" as I notice -- and think to myself DAMN! He's wearing boxers! Ohhh, that'll make thing a bit uneasy for me. Hope he doesn't notice my hands trembling as I stroke ... Well, now back to you, my liege. You have nice thighs. I'll bet the girls tell you that all the time. And know what? Nice thighs lead to a nicer ass. Close your eyes. Mmmmmm, does it feel good to have your thighs stroked like that? Tell me what you're thinking right now-- don't edit. Oh my goodness! As I stroke your thighs, my fingers subconsciously rub up into your boxers, close to your hips. I realize and... back off a little bit. I don't want this rushed. I don't want you opening your eyes anymore, cos I saw you peek when I touched your thighs. Here... I want you to wear this blindfold.... there you go. Can you see anything? Good. Relax. As you sit back, I began to rub your chest. Lets remove that shirt. Arms up... yes, that's it. Oooooh, nice pecs . My fingers gently massage you chest muscles, and nibble at your nipples. Mmmmmm, they're tight. Does that.... feel good? Your mouth makes a small "o" as I nibble you. Just watching you in that mask is turning me on, but I can't tell you that... my job is to get you off. Before self. I place myself in your lap, barely feeling the hardness between your thighs. kiss your cheeks, your neck, and brush my lips across yours. It's getting me wet just feeling your lips on mine. 

What am I wearing? Why, what I always wear when I do this. A short cotton nightie with nothing on under, we don't want you getting too aroused, too fast, right? I suddenly feel your cock thumping against my thighs. Maybe. Your lips are still a perfect "O" I hear you moan dryly. I close my eyes slowly, wanting to relieve you now. 

Okay, okay, I reach between my thighs and rub your shaft thru the boxers, Mmmmm there's a little moisture there. I poke my finger thru the slit in your boxers and wipe my finger across your cockhead. You seem to jump. I just wanna taste your precum, ok? Mmmmmm, its sweet. I think you're ready, huh? As I slide off your lap, it is your fingers that are shaking now. I glance at them and then at your mask. You can't see me, but I'm smiling. I feel your fingers graze just underneath my nightie. I see you smile as this happens. Hearing you breath like that and me wanting you so bad. Ohhhhh, I'm so sorry! I promise I'll be quick, and merciful. Putting my hands on your thighs again, I move them up into your boxers .... rubbing your balls, so tight, and then your cock... so hot. "Ready for release? Say yes, if you are.". At this point, you cannot even speak. You nod quickly. Breathing heavily. I will assume you are ready. My fingers in your boxers, I grab the waistband, and pull it down, removing them from your body. I hope that is not too cool for you. As I lean up into your lap, your cock stands tall. I blow on it softly. Press my tongue against it, licking and kissing. This is for myself as well as you my liege. Mmmmmmm! At that point, my lips totally swallow your stiffened tool. I suck with all my strength up and down, my tongue licking and probing your cockhead every few minutes. Mmmmmmm! Its soooo good! I continue to pull and suck, massaging your balls as I do. I feel your fingers running thru my hair as your moaning grows louder. My own wetness is already running down my thighs , making them sticky. I continues to suck and fight with your shaft until I hear what I want.... that sound you make that tells me--- Success. Mmmm, I love that gurgling sound. As I release your pole, my tongue is slow, still lapping remaining juices from your cock..... as it runs down. I hear you gasp as I release and look up at your face.... wasted, but smiling. I lick my lips. So.... was it good for you, my liege?

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What To Do Now



I just simply don't know what to do now. I never thought I would ever be in a situation like this. I always thought we had a great marriage, we always seemed to get along fine and at least I had always thought that things were great in our sex life, but I guess not. My only complaint had ever been that my wife had never let me fuck her glorious wonderful ass, but that was the only thing that had ever seemed anywhere near wrong to me. We had sex quite often and it always seemed very good, my wife had plenty of orgasms and I certainly was never wanting in that area. But what the fuck was going on, I clearly had been wrong, I don't know what happened but whatever it was it happened and now I don't know what to do about it. I don't really know when it started, but I know how I first found out about it, and all that I need to know now is what to do about it.

It was a normal Wednesday, at least at first, I was pleasantly awoken by my sexy wife wrapping her lips around my cock and treating me to my morning blowjob (something that has become a great part of our marriage). Once she had me nice and hard my wife climbed on top of me and sunk down, letting her sweet lovely pussy slowly slide around my hard cock. We didn't always fuck first thing in the morning, only when she felt like it and that was plenty often enough for me. I loved my wife very much and I certainly loved the occasional good morning fuck.

She rode me fast and hard as I greatly enjoyed the view of her pleasuring herself on my cock through the large mirrors we have mounted to the wall across from our bed, we both very much enjoy watching our own action. Before too long she got up off of me and moved to be on all fours on the bed next to me. I knew what she wanted and certainly had no problems giving it to her. I moved around behind her and sunk my hard cock back into her sweet wet folds. We fucked doggy style for a while before she began to have an orgasm and I lost control as her pussy clenched around my cock. 

After I had finished emptying my seed into my wife's pussy I rolled off of her and she moved to lie on her back on the bed. We hugged and kissed for a few short and precious minutes before it was time for me to get up and get ready to leave for work. My wife works halftime (afternoons) as a personal secretary to a very wealthy and generous CEO. Her job pays almost as well as mine with less work so she certainly enjoys it. She also enjoys being able to have the mornings to herself; I just never fully understood how much she enjoyed it until today. At any rate she normally stays on the bed and watches me, as I get ready for work. Today was no different, aside from the fact that she was fingering my juice as it leaked out of her pussy as she watched. 

I got ready for work like normal, doing my best to avoid the distraction of my sexy wife playing with her sopping pussy. After finishing getting dressed and grabbing a quick breakfast I came back into the bedroom and caught my wife rubbing her clit and moaning my name. I felt bad interrupting her, but I needed to get going and I knew she would be able to get back to it once I was gone. I stopped her by walking up and kissing her on the forehead.

"Hey there sexy, got time to say bye to your hubby?"

"Sure if you promise to show me a good time tonight."

"You know I'll love that sweetheart."

"Goodie!" She gave me a sexy look and a little wink before we hugged and kissed and said our goodbyes for the day. As I blew her a kiss from the doorway her hand had rediscovered her clit and she was clearly enjoying herself. I left for work and things seemed to be going great so far for the day until I was about half way to work and I realized I had forgotten some important files that I had been proofreading last night at home. I called the office with my cell and told them I'd be a little late as I made an illegal U and headed back home.

When I got home and came into the apartment it was no real surprise to hear my lovely wife's moans coming from the bedroom, I figured since I had already told the guys at work that I would be late I would be able to go in and give my wife a bit of a hand. I found the files and placed my car keys right on top of them to be absolutely sure that I wouldn't forget them again. Then I made my way to the bedroom. I wasn't trying to be particularly sneaky or anything, but I guess she was already occupied because my wife clearly hadn't noticed I had come home and she also didn't notice when I poked my head around the door frame of our bedroom. I on the other hand was unable to not notice something wrong, very quickly.

There, on the bed where I had left her, was my wife. She was on all fours again with a sheen of sex sweat glistening all over her lovely pale body, with her red hair flowing beautifully back and forth as she was getting pounded from behind by a large black man. The shock of the scene caused me to immediately freeze. I wanted to do so many things, I wanted to run and vomit, I wanted to run in there and bash their heads in, I wanted to get my cock out and join in, I wanted to slit my wrists and die a slow and painful death, most of all I wanted to be able to do something, anything aside from standing there watching. But standing there watching was the only thing I was able to do as it seemed my entire body had decided to save me from doing anything I might regret later by not allowing me to do anything at all.

As I watched in disbelief they continued fucking at what I would call a medium pace, after a bit the black man talked.

"So bitch, how bout letting me fuck your pussy today, what do you say?" This confused me, if he wasn't fucking her, what was he doing, then it hit me...

"Shut the fuck up, you knows you'll never get in my pussy, and neither will you." As she finished she sort of nodded her head toward the other corner of the room, I looked over there and saw another black man sitting in a chair, seemingly recovering from his own turn. With his face turned more in my direction I was able to recognize him, which most likely let me know who the other man was as well. 

They are our neighbors from upstairs, a set of brothers who do some sort of menial labor as work. Their goal in life seems to be getting as much pussy as they can. I couldn't remember the last entire week that went by without some strange girl making her way upstairs and then shortly after screaming her head off as she got pounded by hard black cocks. I'd lost count of how many times my wife and I had fucked to the sounds coming from the brother's apartment. We both enjoyed the thrill of it, but I'd never guessed that she might like it so much because it brought her memories of her own turn with those same black cocks. Normally I would say that we aren't close with the brothers, we are cordial and polite to each other, but certainly we're not friends, they always seemed to be in a different, less mature group than what my wife and I enjoyed.

"Damn it slut, damn near every day you call us to come over and fuck you. And your ass is so loose sometimes I know there where others since the last time we'd been there, yet you still insist that the only guy who has ever fucked your pussy is your husband."

"Damn right he is, that's how I do it, my pussy is for him but my ass is for the world." This made me feel really weird; it felt sort of oddly nice that she was saving something just for me, even though at the same time it hurt amazingly strongly to hear that her ass seemed to be open 24 hours a day, seven days a week, to everyone but me that is. 

At that point the other brother (Jamall, I think) stood and walked to the bed. I couldn't help but notice that he was hung absolutely like a horse. His cock was easily twice as long as my modest five inches and probably half again as big around. He walked to my wife's head as he said, "And what about your dirty whore mouth?"

My wife reached up and grabbed his cock and began to bring it to her mouth. "You know that my mouth will take any cock there is."

"Well then lick your shit off me so I can pound your ass again when Damon's done with it." My wife didn't respond as she now had his large cock firmly between her lips. I stood frozen in place and watched as Damon picked up the pace on her ass while she somehow managed to suck Jamall's cock into her mouth all the way until her lips met the base of his massive member and her cute little pinkish nose was buried in his curly black pubic hair.

I kept watching as the two black brothers fucked my wife from both ends. It was only a short time later that, despite all the cock in her, I could tell my wife was having a big orgasm. This seemed to bring a pleasant response from Damon as he started pumping her ass full of his juice. I remained frozen and unable to turn away as he pulled his softening cock from my wife's ass. The sight of my wife's ass spread obscenely loose and leaking what looked like slightly brownish cum caused me to spew my juice in my own pants, it was only then that I realized that my cock had been rock hard and aching for attention the entire time I had stood watching.

My orgasm seemed to bring me out of my frozen state as I slowly withdrew to the family room to think about things. Before I lost sight of the action in the bedroom I was able to notice that of the two brothers it seemed that amazingly Jamall was not the one with the biggest cock. Daman's cock looked slightly bigger than his brothers, an inch or two longer but maybe a third again as big around, even though he was not rock hard. As I crept away I saw Jamall lie on his back on the bed as my wife climbed up and easily slid what I had previously thought was her virgin ass down around his hardness as Daman took the chair that his brother had been in before.

I now sit in the family room in shock trying to figure out what to do. My wife's moans from the bedroom seem to be endless, along with the occasional yells and screams of pleasure. I have to figure something out fast; she'll wear those guys out before too long and then they'll be coming through the family room where I'm sitting.

But, damn it all, I just simply don't know what to do. I never thought I would ever be in a situation like this. I always thought we had a great marriage... 



What To Do Now?



She knelt down by the door of the bathroom, completely naked, her hands clasped in her lap, her head bowed. The short copper hair was tussled, but her overall appearance was neat. She couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her today.

He stepped out of the shower, completely naked. He chuckled. "My my, someone doesn't like clothes very much," he noted, very pleased with his slave. She was in position, didn't bother with frilly knick knacks, and was ready to serve him. 

She blushed furiously, but she knew that he was pleased. 

"Are you blushing? That's cute," he teased her. His voice took on a more serious tone as she remained silent. Such a good little girl. "Now then, I have a surprise for you," he told her, walking over to a drawer.

"What is it, Master?" she asked meekly. He usually didn't have that many surprises for her, and when he did, it's because she's been an exceptionally good girl. What had she done to deserve a surprise?

He opened the drawer and took out two pieces of black leather, one short, one long- a collar and leash. He felt she deserved them, after serving him for so long with such loyalty. Then again, that could be a matter of his teaching her.

She beamed when she saw the collar and leash. Her own collar and leash! Her Master was exceptionally pleased with her. "Thank You, Master. You honor me, Master," she told him, tilting her head back so he would be able to put the collar on easily. The soft leather was snug against her throat, but not tight, something she enjoyed. The added weight of the leash was equally comforting, knowing that when she was wearing that collar and leash, she was safe, and that she was with her Master. 

"I have one more surprise for you," he told her, and she perked up. Two surprises in one day? She must've been a very good girl indeed. The thought caused in between her legs to become a little wet with excitement. Today would be a very good day indeed. 

He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a small rabbit vibrator- another one, with multiple settings, but this one was also remote control. If he desired, he could have this shoved up her cunt or her ass, and take her out, and watch her try to keep composure as he would randomly turn it on and off. 

She smiled softly at the sight of the rabbit vibrator. She had about four of them now, but she knew that this one was different. "Thank you, Master," she said.

"Now, let's head downstairs," he told her softly. Downstairs was where their sex dungeon was, and she got even wetter in anticipation. 

"Yes, Master. Do you want me to walk or crawl, Master?" she asked. She had never asked this question before, because she didn't have a collar before today, and she felt excited about it. 

"Crawl until you get to the stairs; then you may walk down," he said, tugging slightly at the leash. She leaned forward and started to crawl on her hands and knees, tits hitting the cold tile, then hard wood floor. When they came into the living room, the soft carpet seemed harsh to her nipples, but still she crawled, always behind him, head bowed, tits swinging back and forth, brushing against the carpet.

He looked back at his slave, and he smiled to himself. The black collar contrasted nicely with her pale skin, and her tits looked marvelous, just hanging down, brushing against the carpet. He hadn't played with her tits in a while. Come to think of it, he hadn't given her a good, proper, whore beating either. He decided on that, and his rod grew stiffer, if that was possible. 

They got downstairs, her back on her hands and knees as soon as she had gotten off the last step. He locked the door behind them, joking that they don't want anyone to come in accidentally. She agreed, and waited for her orders. Being in the dungeon always gave her such a thrill, and she wondered what Master had in store for her today. 

"Let's start off simple," he said. "Post, blindfold, and handcuffed. You are to put on the blindfold first then walk over to the post, where I will do the rest."

"Yes, Master," she said obediently, selecting her favorite blindfold. It was her favorite because it blocked out so much light. It was made of a dark black velvet, and it covered her eyes completely. She tied the blindfold around her head, and she couldn't see. 

He led her over to the post, using her leash and collar, and put her facing the post, the post straddling between her tits. He attached her hands to the top of the post and attached a spreader bar to her legs, so everything was open to him. He could see that she was already wet, and decided he knew how he was going to start the nip play and the beating. He walked over to the drawer and wordlessly removed two small vibrators and walked back over to her, where she has remained silent the entire time. Such a good little slut. 

He turned on both vibrators next to her ears. She jumped at the sudden sound, used to the silence by now. He chuckled, grabbed body tape, and then stuck both vibrators, still vibrating, on her tits. She moaned and squirmed a bit. He let her do that for a bit, stroking her wetness, nibbling along her shoulder. She tried to break free, so she would find some relief. 

"Ah ah ah, that's not for you to do," he told her gently, turning the vibrators off so the room was in complete silence. He walked over to the table, and carefully considered his options. He finally decided on the black leather whip that drives her crazy and walked over to her, whip in hand, completely silent. She was silent as well, knowing very well not to speak unless spoken to. He separated the strands, and started rubbing them in her pussy. She moaned, feeling the leather stroke her most intimate parts, finding some comfort in the leather rubbing there. He lifted a few more strands up and started stroking her crack with them. She moaned loudly. 

That went on, and then he took the whip away from her, but he still held onto it. What fun is having a whip if you don't get to use it? He studied the different angles, trying to figure what would be best. Just a few strokes should do it, it'd drive her even more insane. He raised the whip silently and did three quick strokes in rapid succession on her ass. She gasped as the hard leather hit her ass, and she counted them half quietly, half loudly. He did three more, then waited, then did one more. Seven strokes. They barely broke the skin, and they at least made her ass red. 

"How many strokes was that?" he asked her, wanting to make sure that she knew.

"Seven, Master," she replied, moaning. 

"Good girl," he told her, walking back over to the table and picking up nipple clamps. He very rarely had the chance to use these, so why not? He walked back over to the post, walked in front of her, and started playing with her tits, taking off the vibrators. She mildly flinched when the tape came off, but she didn't yell. Once her nipples were nice and hard, he attached the nipple clamps. She gasped and moaned as she felt the chain get attached to the clamps. They felt almost foreign to her, Master rarely used them. She squirmed as he played with her breasts, around the nipple clamps before yanking the chain up so that her breasts were being held up.

He walked back over to the table, picked up another vibrator and the body tape, walked back over to her, and taped the vibrator to her pussy, setting it on low. She moaned and squirmed, feeling her orgasm building. He set the vibrator to medium, enjoying seeing her resist against the pleasure her body was giving to her. He stroked his cock, making sure it stayed hard. He doubted that it would, seeing her the way she was tied to the post, her hands above her head, her nipples clamped and her breasts pulled upward, the red marks on her ass slightly fading, her feet attached to the spreader bar, seeing the vibrator taped to her cunt. . . It was a delicious sight, and he drank it in. He walked back over, hearing her whimpers, and turned the vibrator to high and shoved it into her pussy.

"No, please, Master, I don't want to cum yet," she groaned, her body trembling as she denied the release.

"Now, why's that, little one?" he asked her, stroking her back. 

"Because I want to cum on your cock, Master," she replied. She wanted him to fuck her, only when he's fucking her does she typically allow herself to cum, unless it was on his express orders. 

"Very well, then." He turned off the vibrator and took it out of her cunt. Inserted his fingers, felt her soaked to the bone. He brought the liquid up to his nose and smelled the fresh juices before offering his fingers to her. She took them into her mouth, tasting her own juices. He lined up his cock and shoved it into her tight pussy. She moaned in ecstasy, thanking him. He nearly pulled out, then shoved himself back in, hitting the very back of her pussy. 

She matched his hard thrusts, going just as fast as him, and it wasn't very long before she felt herself tightening up. Her whimpers grew louder as he continued to fuck her, feeling that his release was near soon. Just as she exploded, her juices running down his cock and down her thighs, he squirted his hot seed inside of her, filling her up. She could feel the cum mixed in with her juices, running down her legs. She collapsed against the post, grateful that it was there and that she was being supported.  

He breathed for a bit, smiling happily. "Well, that was a fun one," he commented as he undid the handcuffs from the pole, the chain from her nipple clamps, and the spreader bar. She grasped onto the pole as tightly as she could, determined not to fall.

This did not go unnoticed by him, and he inquired about it. "You okay?" he asked, making sure that she didn't completely collapse to the floor. 

"Yes, Master," she said, catching her breath. That was unbelievably delicious, but now her entire body was extra sensitive, as it typically was after a big orgasm. She hoped that there would be sometime for her to cool down before the next round. 

"Now you will stay blindfolded and will walk to the next location. I will still guide you by the leash like the dog you are, understand?" he asked. 

"Yes, Master," she replied, feeling like she caught her breath, but her body was still on fire. She fell onto all fours and allowed him to lead her to the next place. 

He led her to a table and around the table a few times before tugging on her leash to let her stop. She stopped, going into present mode. He smiled. He pulled the leash towards the table. "Come on. UP. Onto the table."

She managed to pull herself onto the table, still feeling weak and somewhat sleepy from the orgasm, and she laid there, her arms above her head, her legs together. 

He got up onto the table silently and quickly got on top of her and started sucking her nipples. She moaned and squirmed, trying to calm her body down. His lips felt like teeth. She felt his teeth sink into the flesh around her nipple clamps, gently nibbling. She started whimpering softly. He smiled and slowly kissed all around her breasts, up her body along her neck, up and down her neck and nibbled on her shoulder. She continued whimpering and strained against her bonds, nearly crying underneath the blindfold. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem for her, but it was. She was in pain, and she didn't know how to make it stop. He nibbled up her neck to her earlobe and started nibbling in it. Fire penetrated her and she whimpered loudly as he pulled on it. 

He heard her whimpering and decided to ask her about it. "Is something wrong?" he asked her in his deep, sexy voice, meant to soothe her.

She heard the voice, the voice that was meant to soothe her and turn her on, and she replied. "No, Master. Just really sensitive right now, Master." She didn't want the fun to end, and she was sure that her body would calm down and see reason. 

"So what if I were to do. . . this?" he asked, lightly scratching down her body. She jerked on the contact and squirmed. Normally that would tantalize her, but right now his fingernails felt like knives. She heard him laugh softly, and her heart pounded heavily. "This will be fun," he whispered as he started kissing down her body to her breasts. She squirmed in pain and moaned in mild pleasure. Her body seemed to be calming down. He kissed between her breasts, his breath hot and soothing and she shuddered. He nibbled and kissed up her breasts in circles to the nipple clamps while she squirmed. He took the nipple clamps in his teeth and she softly screamed in pain. Whatever relief from pain her body was feeling was gone. He undid the nipple clamps with his teeth and she groaned as her nipples stood out at attention, very hard, and extra sensitive. He gently kissed it where the clamp used to be, and she sighed. That she could deal with. Then he lightly flicked his tongue over the sore nip and swirled it around with his tongue. She twitched, the pain coming back. He bit her breast just under the nipple and she reacted. She tried to kick him while squirming in mild pain. 

He felt her knee him in the side and he grunted in pain. His eyes grew wide and he stopped what he was doing. She held her breath, letting out soft whimpers as he got up off of her and jumped to the floor. She winced as she heard him land. She waited with bated breath as he walked around the table a few times, grabbing various items, putting them down, picking them up, putting them down. He kept walking until he was at the head of the table with his hands behind his back. He leaned forward, right next to her ear, and whispered, "Why did you do that?" His side smarted, and he was mildly upset. 

She whimpered and said," Because it was hurting, Master. I didn't mean to hurt you Master."

He started walking around the table again, realizing something. She did mention that she was extra sensitive, and that he forgot to let her cool down for a few minutes. "How much did it hurt?" he asked her. 

"Quite a bit, Master. . . Please, I'm sorry Master, I didn't mean to hurt you," she whispered in fear. Was she going to be punished? What was he going to do? 

He kept walking around the table and said, "I know you didn't mean to, but you still did." His side was lessening in pain, but that still didn't change the fact that she kneed him. 

"I'm sorry, Master, please forgive me," she said, her voice cracking in fear. Icy cold fear started penetrating her being, somewhat taking her mind off the pain. 

"Punishment shall come, but not today," was all that he said.

"Yes, Master," she whimpered, half in relief and half in fear. 

"I feel like this is partially my fault," he told her, his voice soothing. "You had the signs of supersensitivity and still I continued. One must be caring to his slave for best results." He undid the hand restraints, mentally kicking himself. He knew that she was reacting as she would if he had attacked her, trying to defend herself, and he couldn't blame her. When she was extra sensitive, even a soft kiss could set off a whole mess of pain signals. 

She just laid there, still in the same position, trying to calm her body down. It still felt like it was on fire, the fear was somewhat gone. 

"Flip over onto your stomach," he said in his soothing voice, praying that what he did next would work. 

She flipped from her side, where she had subconsciously went into fetal position, onto her stomach, wincing slightly at the soft impact. 

He walked back over to the table and slowly began to massage her back, feeling all the knots. She softly cried out in pain, but let him continue. If he could calm her body down, it would make everything so much more enjoyable. He softly massaged along her spine and shoulder blades, while she fought to not wince at his touch. It was starting to feel good and she sighed. As he moved onto her shoulder blades, she gasped loudly, in sudden pain. He stopped, concerned. "You okay?" he asked her, trying to figure out where exactly the pain started without touching her. 

She nodded. "Yes, Master." She didn't want him to stop, it had felt so good, even through the pain. 

"I'm going to continue, alright?" he told her, soothing her. 

"Yes, Master," she replied, forcing herself to calm down, to relax. He was taking out time of their play to tend to her situation, so she better make the most of it, because it didn't happen often. 

He moved down to her lower back and started softly massaging it, feeling the tautness of her muscles, the knots, working them out. She was still in pain, but she was calming down at his touch. He continued to work her lower back, up and down and started, oh so very slowly, to apply more pressure. She let out a small whimper but forced herself to relax, realizing that his touch was not one of lust, but one of healing, and she was able to keep somewhat calm. 

"Shhh, relax, little one," he soothed. "If you tense up it'll hurt more." He moved onto her legs and massaged each one up and down, relaxing all her muscles, noticing that as he continued, she gradually calmed down. 

He got to her feet and started massaging them. She giggled, the feeling being ticklish, and started kicking, being careful not to hit him. "That tickles, Master," she managed between her giggles. 

He dodged her kicks easily, smiling. The fact that she was laughing was a good sign, noting that the pain was completely gone now. He finished massaging her feet, and started tickling them. Full belly laughter came out of her, and he laughed with her before stopping and started kissing his way up her back, fingers trailing behind. Giggles turned to soft moans as he continued to tantalize her body, soft kisses and nips attacking her at will, a little tweak on her nipples, before biting down into her shoulder. She gasped and he started softly playing with her lips, feeling her wetness. He realized how aroused she was, and smiled as he wiggled his fingers around, stroking her, going in deeper and deeper. She flipped over as he inserted two fingers in her. 

Now that the pain was gone, she was loving the attention that he was lavishing onto her, feeling his fingers go in and out of her, moaning and sighing in pleasure.

"Feeling better, little one?" he asked her, looking down at her lovingly and lustily. 

"Yes, Master," she gasped, moaning. 

He smiled, glad that his little pet was doing better, feeling like herself. It pained him to punish her at a later date for kneeing him, but he wanted to make sure she understood that it wasn't acceptable. 

Gently, he sat her up and leaned her against him and stroked her hair as he pulsed his fingers inside of her. She cooed softly, looking up at him adoringly, and he kissed her forehead as she squirmed and moaned underneath of him. 

"I want you to cum for me, little one," he told her. "Can you do that?"

She nodded, moaning and squirming. She was getting close as he pulsed his fingers in and out of her faster and harder. 

"Cum for me, little one," he commanded, and she did, exploding, crying out in pleasure. 

"Very good," he whispered as she calmed down against him, stroking her hair. "Very good, baby." 

She leaned against him, breathing heavily, small tears in her closed eyes. He gently rocked and stroked her hair until she was completely calm. 

She felt absolutely horrible about kneeing him, she didn't care it was reflex and she was oversensitive. She shouldn't have lashed out like that. She trembled at the thought of punishment. 

He felt her shake and brought her face up to meet his gentle, concerned gaze. He gently wiped away a tear or two. "Little one, are you okay?" he asked gently, softly. 

She bit her lip, but shook her head. 

"Are you upset about what happened earlier?" 

She nodded, biting her lip more. 

He wiped away another tear. "Little one, I know you didn't mean to do so. You know that, right?"




What To Do Now: Popular Ending



Note: I had been considering writing multiple different endings for my "What to do now" story, even though in my opinion it could stand alone as a thought provoking little piece of erotic fiction. It seems that the only thoughts it provoked in the general literotica members was anger somehow, so I don't know what I will do now, aside from this one ending that I have decided to write, based mostly on the feedback from the opening story. This isn't an ending I had originally envisioned and not one I would have written, aside from the fact that it seemed to be the one that people wanted from the feedback. If you haven't yet, please read the "What to do now" story as this starts off pretty much where that one ends.

Damn it all, I just simply don't know what to do. I never thought I would ever be in a situation like this. I always thought we had a great marriage, but I had obviously been very wrong. It has all been a sham, total bullshit. My wife is a whore, it's something I have to face, but I don't want to. In fact, I don't think I will face it, I don't want to and I shouldn't have to. Fuck it, I DO know what I'm going to do, that fucking bitch and her stupid black butt fuckers will never know what hit them. 

I got up and grabbed my new cell phone, the nice one that my wife had gotten me for my recent birthday, she knows how I like new and cool little gadgets, so the camera and video phone had been an obvious gift. I went back to my observation point looking into the bedroom, cell phone in hand. I waited a bit till the trio was making some considerable noise and then I turned on the video record feature of the phone and held it so that it would catch the action on the bed, as one of the black brothers continued to pound my wife's gaping ass as she sucked the other in an attempt to make him hard yet again. I recorded for about thirty or forty seconds, figuring that would be enough. 

I then went back to the family room and sent the video I had just recorded to both my parents and my wife's parents, so they would have an idea of what had happened. Then I waited a couple seconds till the phone had sent it for sure and switched the thing off. I went to the gun rack in the hall. We had a few hunting riffles in there and a couple old collector pistols that my Dad had given to me to protect them from the proceedings when he divorced my mother.

Damn it, I remembered that I kept the key in my wife's jewelry chest in the bedroom. Crap, maybe I won't be able to complete my plan after all. Maybe I could just break the glass, but it would warn them and the ammo is in a separate part of the case and I wouldn't be able to get it. Crap, maybe I would have to wait, but I had already sent the video, I had to act today, I had to act now.

I kept a loaded '45 under the bed in a little lock box that I could undo pretty quickly, but it was under my bed, how could I get to it while my wife was on the bed giving her ass to our two upstairs neighbors? Crap, how to do it, how to do it? I need a gun and quick.

Then I remembered it, the small handgun that my wife had in her purse, I had insisted she get it when she had told me about one of her errands at work that had taken her to a very nasty part of town. I went to her purse in the family room and searched around until I found the small gun, it was little and obviously not meant for this task, but I could at least use it to get to my '45. I loaded the gun with the three bullets that normally fit in little molded rings along the bottom of the small handle. I couldn't hold the gun correctly because my hand pretty much dwarfed the small thing, but I figured it would work for the task I had in mind.

I took the gun and went back to the bedroom; there on the bed was my wife, still on all fours, with her ass upturned and getting pounded. I guess her mouth had done its trick since the brother she had been sucking was now behind her and the one who had been in her ass was sitting in the chair across from the bed; I figured he would be the first.

I acted very quickly and efficiently, far better than I had expected I would. I stepped into the room and shot the brother sitting in the chair in the chest somewhere. Then as my wife and the other brother where in the process of turning, my wife toward me and the black man toward his brother, I squeezed off a shot into his ass which caused him to jump and pull out of my wife's ass. I then put the final bullet into my wife's right breast as I took in the look of pure shock on her face.

As I had been firing, I had been moving, I walked into the room quickly and after the third shot I dove to the floor and reached under the bed. I was able to quickly find the locked box and enter the combo by feel. I pulled the '45 out and stood again. Not much had changed for the other three fuckers in the room. One brother was still sitting on the chair, with his hand to the small wound on his chest. I aimed my bigger gun at him and fired, hitting him higher this time, and he was gone. I then turned to the other brother; he was lying on his stomach on the bed next to my wife, with his hand to his ass and his huge eyes looking at me with total shock. When I fired at him he seemed to focus on the bullet as it came to him, until his eyes crossed right before it hit him. I then stood and waited.

"What the fuck!"

"Huh, that's what I thought when I first came home and saw you giving your ass to these two fuckers."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Punishing you for being a lying and cheating whore."

"Well damn it, why don't you let me explain instead of just coming in here shooting?"

"You think you can explain this in any way that lets me still think you are anything more than total shit, huh, think again."

"But please just give me a chance, I can explain how this happened..."

I interrupted her, "I already gave you a chance, the only reason I didn't kill you yet is that I wanted to be sure you understand what's going on, and now I'm sure you do." I raised the gun and pointed it at my wife's face; she was glistening with the sweat of her traitorous ass fucking. She began to plead again, but I didn't hear her, I just began to squeeze the trigger. I think I said, "I can't believe I thought I loved you."

Before too long I was in the hall again, looking into our bedroom at the lifeless remains of my wife's interracial orgy. I thought I could hear the sirens of the police as they raced to our apartment and the "shots fired" report, but it might have just been in my head. "You bitch." I spat into the bedroom, in the general direction of our bed and my wife before lifting up the gun in my hand and taking a look at it. It had performed well, fired straight and accurately, I was proud of its performance, just as I was proud of mine. At least I was proud of what I had done once I figured things out a bit, before that on the other hand, well that I was certainly not proud of. I looked at the gun again, yes it had performed well, and now it had only one more thing to do, the easiest thing yet. 

The gun barrel felt cold as my lips closed around it, but somehow very comforting too. I was certain that it could do this, that I could do this. I looked at my wife and somehow managed to combine the thought "my love" with "fucking whore" in my head as I squeezed the trigger and my'45 performed for me for one last time. 



What To Do When Alone



It had been a hot, humid, sticky day. All afternoon her thoughts had been preoccupied with what she was going to do that night. She found her head buzzing with thoughts of her love and lust for her partner. So much so that she couldn’t concentrate on her work and had decided to leave the office early in preparation.

Quietly, she let herself into her house. She was almost sure no-one was there but wanted to be certain that her daughter was not at home – she didn’t want to explain her early absence from work. Guilty conscience?

Satisfying herself that the house was empty she removed her suit jacket to reveal her white silk blouse which clung to her sticky body. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and wondered if any one in the office had seen her erect nipples pushing against the soft material that day. All day her body had ached with thoughts of her man and what she had planned – her secret.

She thought, briefly, of the number of years they had been together. She had now been married for 4 years but the love for her partner had not diminished. She often thought of how wrong people thought he was for her- what did they know? How could they know the ecstasy they felt when they were together.

She had been planning this surprise for over a week, going over in her mind how she would surprise him at work that night. She went up to her bedroom and began to undress. Her white lace bra unhooked easily allowing her rounded tits to escape their imprisonment. She looked at her pale brown nipples and thought of how much he loved them. She took of her black skirt and threw it carelessly on the floor. Today had been so warm that she had decided that morning to keep her brown legs bare- but not tonight! She noticed the paleness of her thighs at the top where she had been too embarrassed to bare them to the hot sun.

First she must shower. He loved the natural scent of her muskiness but she liked to meet him layered in her favourite perfume and allow the musk to develop during their love making. Just as she loved the smell of him- aftershave soon becoming overpowered by the smell of lust and love.

She switched on the shower and stood under it as the cool water gently trickled down her body.

God, she was hot for him, even after all these years. She gently rubbed the coarse hair which formed the perfectly formed triangle which enticingly pointed towards her cunt, the area she loved him to put his fingers. She smiled knowing how much she excited him and the thinking of the pleasure to come later.

She let the water course over her already hard nipples. All it needed was one of thought of his swollen cock. She realized that she couldn’t wait until later and had to have the appetizer to the feast that awaited. Slowly she moved her fingers to between her legs and started to finger her clit.

Her thoughts were with him and how he would react to her surprise.. She had planned to surprise him at work just before he left to return home. She imagined his response when his secretary buzzed through to let him know she was there. He always loved the unexpected.

She would walk into his office and close the door behind her. Slowly she would slip off her jacket to show her blue pleated skirt and plain silk top. No bra, just her tits pushing against the fabric desperate for him to roll his tongue against them. As she imagined this she rolled her nipples between her fingers and let out a sigh. She was right she couldn’t wait.

In her imagination she saw him gazing at her as she lowerd her eyes to his trousers where she could see his cock was already hard, straining to be let out- but not quite yet!

She could almost feel his hands lifting her blouse and his initially gentle tongue licking her nipples. She hoped he would move his hands to her ass and she could hear the surprised gasp as he felt the softness of the top of her thighs against the silkiness of her stockings.

As she dreamt about his touch she started to finger herself more vigorously the water still streaming down her aroused body.

In her dreams he was kissing her with all the passion that she knew he was capable of. His tongue gently probed her mouth and then he slowly moved down to kiss her cunt. He always knew how to turn her on. He would alternately lick and suck her engorged clit and she moaned with pleasure. She was close to coming- in reality and in her dreams- but she wanted to hold back. In the shower she moved her hands up to her nipples – in her dreams she lifted his head, begging him to kiss her again.

She unzipped him and watch his rock hard cock spring out. How she loved his cock. She fell to her knees and began to lick the rim and allow her saliva to moisten him. Gradually she took him into her mouth and began to gentle suck. She could taste his own moistness now and feel him harden even more. In her mouth his cock felt it was about to burst. Suddenly she stopped, knowing how much he loved to be teased. She looked up at him smiling. He raised her to her feet and then walked her backwards towards his desk- all the time his hands clasped around her ass. Now it was his turn to tease…

He thrust his throbbing cock into her with such force she gasped. She was always amazed at how good it felt when he entered her. He was deep inside her pushing her lips apart

It had been a hot, humid, sticky day. All afternoon her thoughts had been preoccupied with what she was going to do that night. She found her head buzzing with thoughts of her love and lust for her partner. So much so that she couldn’t concentrate on her work and had decided to leave the office early in preparation.

Quietly, she let herself into her house. She was almost sure no-one was there but wanted to be certain that her daughter was not at home – she didn’t want to explain her early absence from work. Guilty conscience?

Satisfying herself that the house was empty she removed her suit jacket to reveal her white silk blouse which clung to her sticky body. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and wondered if any one in the office had seen her erect nipples pushing against the soft material that day. All day her body had ached with thoughts of her man and what she had planned – her secret.

She thought, briefly, of the number of years they had been together. She had now been married for 4 years but the love for her partner had not diminished. She often thought of how wrong people thought he was for her- what did they know? How could they know the ecstasy they felt when they were together.

She had been planning this surprise for over a week, going over in her mind how she would surprise him at work that night. She went up to her bedroom and began to undress. Her white lace bra unhooked easily allowing her rounded tits to escape their imprisonment. She looked at her pale brown nipples and thought of how much he loved them. She took of her black skirt and threw it carelessly on the floor. Today had been so warm that she had decided that morning to keep her brown legs bare- but not tonight! She noticed the paleness of her thighs at the top where she had been too embarrassed to bare them to the hot sun.

First she must shower. He loved the natural scent of her muskiness but she liked to meet him layered in her favourite perfume and allow the musk to develop during their love making. Just as she loved the smell of him- aftershave soon becoming overpowered by the smell of lust and love.

She switched on the shower and stood under it as the cool water gently trickled down her body.

God, she was hot for him, even after all these years. She gently rubbed the coarse hair which formed the perfectly formed triangle which enticingly pointed towards her cunt, the area she loved him to put his fingers. She smiled knowing how much she excited him and the thinking of the pleasure to come later.

She let the water course over her already hard nipples. All it needed was one of thought of his swollen cock. She realized that she couldn’t wait until later and had to have the appetizer to the feast that awaited. Slowly she moved her fingers to between her legs and started to finger her clit.

Her thoughts were with him and how he would react to her surprise.. She had planned to surprise him at work just before he left to return home. She imagined his response when his secretary buzzed through to let him know she was there. He always loved the unexpected.

She would walk into his office and close the door behind her. Slowly she would slip off her jacket to show her blue pleated skirt and plain silk top. No bra, just her tits pushing against the fabric desperate for him to roll his tongue against them. As she imagined this she rolled her nipples between her fingers and let out a sigh. She was right she couldn’t wait.

In her imagination she saw him gazing at her as she lowerd her eyes to his trousers where she could see his cock was already hard, straining to be let out- but not quite yet!

She could almost feel his hands lifting her blouse and his initially gentle tongue licking her nipples. She hoped he would move his hands to her ass and she could hear the surprised gasp as he felt the softness of the top of her thighs against the silkiness of her stockings.

As she dreamt about his touch she started to finger herself more vigorously the water still streaming down her aroused body.

In her dreams he was kissing her with all the passion that she knew he was capable of. His tongue gently probed her mouth and then he slowly moved down to kiss her cunt. He always knew how to turn her on. He would alternately lick and suck her engorged clit and she moaned with pleasure. She was close to coming- in reality and in her dreams- but she wanted to hold back. In the shower she moved her hands up to her nipples – in her dreams she lifted his head, begging him to kiss her again.

She unzipped him and watch his rock hard cock spring out. How she loved his cock. She fell to her knees and began to lick the rim and allow her saliva to moisten him. Gradually she took him into her mouth and began to gentle suck. She could taste his own moistness now and feel him harden even more. In her mouth his cock felt it was about to burst. Suddenly she stopped, knowing how much he loved to be teased. She looked up at him smiling. He raised her to her feet and then walked her backwards towards his desk- all the time his hands clasped around her ass. Now it was his turn to tease…

He thrust his throbbing cock into her with such force she gasped. She was always amazed at how good it felt when he entered her. He was deep inside her pushing her lips apart

He continued to thrust his hard cock into her bringing her to the point of orgasm. Suddenly he stopped and withdrew. He grinned at her when she howled in disappointment. Quickly he turned her over and bent her across the desk. Her lips shimmered with their juices. He stood back to admire for a moment before entering her from behind. She squealed with desire as he fondled her nipples with both his hands. 

He moved his hands slowly down to her hips and pulled her closer to him to increase the penetration. Just like he wanted it- soft and soaking along his cock as he continued to thrust deeply inside her.

She was begging him to fuck her hard and this time he couldn’t contain himself as he felt her body writhing with ecstasy. 

His hot, sticky come spurted into her just as she began to shudder with the first rush of her own orgasm. He loved the way her cunt quivered and it seemed to prolong his ejaculation.

In the shower her fingers moved furiously as she bought herself to orgasm with the thought of her love and his prowess. Her whole body shuddered with the force of the wave of passion and the thought of how much stronger it would be when he really was there.

When she had stopped trembling she turned of the water and started to dry herself and rub in the perfumed body lotion she knew he loved.

She was startled by the noise from downstairs as the key turned in the door. She quickly realized that her planned surprise would have to wait. She turned towards the door to see her husband who too had left the office early. He smiled, telling her how busy he had been that day, his eyes full of desire, thinking that she was preparing herself for him.

She smiled back but inwardly she groaned. Her surprise for her lover and soulmate would have to wait for another occasion. She yearned for his touch and for the intimacy she had only ever experienced with him. But for now she had to be a wife to her husband, the “right” man for her when all she longed for was the “wrong” one.



What To Do When Lacey Is Out



With my heart breaking that I would get home too late to see my daughter before she left on her fuck date tonight, I almost jumped out of my car before I even shut the engine off. Four leaps later I was standing at the front door, fumbling with my keys, hoping Lacey would still be home. Naturally I couldn't isolate the house key right away then I put it in backwards, but eventually I got it into the lock and twisted -- and found it was unlocked. Damn, well, at least Lacey was still home.

Taking a breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The living room was dimly lit by a single lamp against the far wall, like it would be if my 19 year old had already left, but I spied light in the hallway across the room cast from the bathroom. Dropping my keys on the foyer table, I straightened myself up and tried not to look too desperate while I casually strolled down the hall.

"That you, Daddy?" came the squeaky-high, sweet melodic voice of my only daughter and family member. It was from the bathroom.

Poking my head inside, I spied my petite, slender daughter leaning against the countertop, looking into the mirror while she was applying makeup -- eyeliner, at the moment, but an open tube of lipstick and a jar of mascara sat in front of her next to the sink. My eyes moved from her pretty, small face in the mirror to her backside and her exquisite little ass, tightly wrapped in her low-rise jeans. Those two palm-sized buttcheeks poked out, her asscrack turned into a miniature valley from the ultra-tight fabric of the jeans. Around her hips and above the top edge of the jeans rose opposing black strings of her thong, arching high to expose themselves. I recognized the distinctive thin strings, knowing it was a new miniscule thong I picked up for her earlier in the week which barely covered only her bald cuntlips. Her date was going to go ga-ga when he saw it later tonight.

Above her low-rise jeans, my curly, long-haired blonde daughter was wearing a somewhat conservative (for her and my tastes, anyway) two-piece top. She had a light-blue blouse that, I could tell from her reflection in the mirror, was unbuttoned and merely tied around her chest just below her ribcage. Her de minimis 20-inch waist and soft flat tummy would be completely exposed between the tied-up blouse and her low-rise jeans. Under the blouse, so that her B-cups wouldn't be left out in public, she had a pale pink strapless tube top. Undoubtedly, with the blouse off, her hard teenage nipples were going to be poking out of it. Very sexy.

She could see, in the reflection, her father's eyes roving her ass and body. It drew a soft smile from her, while she continued to apply her makeup carefully. "You get stuck at the office, Daddy?"

"Yeah," I groaned, in part from how fucking delicious Lacey looked and in part from the bullshit that kept me away from her for the last hour. "That fucking client in Oregon called, what the fuck does he care that it's three hours later out here and some of us wanna get home on a Friday night?" My eyes went right back to my daughter's small ass sticking out as she leaned forward. My cock was growing quite hard in my pants, what with her hot body in front of me and me knowing what she'd be doing tonight. "At least I got home in time to see you off, how late do you think you'll be, overnight?" I had an instinct to reach over and grab my crotch, to straighten out my hardening penis, but it kind of felt good wedged at an angle in my underwear as it became engorged. The pressure of it stretching the fabric of my clothing served me for the moment.

Lacey smiled softly, while her eyes were staring at her reflection as the last stroke of eyeliner curved around her big brown orb. "I don't think so, Charlie's married and told her he's going to the Pistons game, so he has to get back like a couple of hours after it ends."

Her sexy explanation drew a chuckle from her perverted father, as I pictured her and some married stud fucking on a motel bedroom while they watched a basketball game to wait for it to end, and so he could at least pretend he knew what happened in the game. But I also felt sorry for the guy, knowing he had to limit his time with a hot fuck like Lacey because of some stupid wife who can't give him what my unbelievably slutty daughter Lacey can. You know, I felt like a prick ten years ago when Lacey's mom left me for her therapist, but I got to tell you, the silver lining I couldn't know about back then was the ability to stick my dick into the hottest teenager on the planet night after night, for about a year running now. Unlike her date "Charlie," if Lacey is home with me, we fuck until morning.

Somehow my eyes, locked onto her tight ass, caught Lacey looking at me through the mirror. That twinkle in her eye and wrinkle in her smile gave away some naughty idea in her head that she knew would arouse her father's taboo lust. "Besides, Daddy, I'm going to meet my friend Joey tomorrow afternoon, and I don't, you know, want to get all stretched out and all." Then she winked, because she knew I knew all of the details to understand the context of her comment. Joey, one of her adult fuck friends; "meet" means, get laid; and "stretched out" means getting fucked so hard for so long that she's too sore to put on a good performance any more.

All these thoughts of Lacey getting boned tonight and then tomorrow afternoon were definitely having their intended effect on me -- my penis was now really stiff in my underwear and slacks. Standing against the doorframe of the bathroom, I was picturing some married cock entering Lacey's hairless shaved slit from behind her stellar small butt. I love that look in Lacey's eyes when she's getting drilled seven or eight inches deep, and her little chin and lower lip start trembling as her orgasm approaches, until she's squealing at the top of her lungs. It might not be my cock doing it to her for the next 24 hours or so, but it didn't matter, I was so horny that she was going to have scrumptious sexual fun. Talking about the details with her only made me harder, too. In a slow, casual drawl, I asked in a completely natural tone about her upcoming date. "So -- this guy you're dating tonight, Charlie -- he's the guy you said last week saw one of your online cumfuckme ads?" Lacey maintained three or four ads on online dating services, most of them written with the help of her doting daddy, which regularly solicited responses from horny dicks in our area looking for a young slut to bang for a night. She'd had about five or six of these dates in the past, and a couple of the guys were now pretty regular dates for her. She even brought one by a couple months ago for Daddy to meet, although of course I pretended I had no idea he was sticking it to her.

My daughter put down her eyeliner and grabbed her brush, and stroked her long curly flocks a few times to give them more body. "Yeah, he found me that way, we talked on the phone already a few times. He has a GREAT dick, Daddy, he showed me pictures and a webcam movie of it, it's like HUGE."

Her father was all ears at hearing that, but I assumed no less, since she had her pick of just about anyone to fuck and pretty much wasn't going to waist her time on a cock smaller than 7 inches. Unless the guy is fucking rich, like the prick who took her to Cancun last spring for a week. I could see her watching my reaction through the mirror, seeing the information sink into Daddy's brain, as I absorbed visual images of a fat married cock fucking my daughter. She was playing with me, getting me aroused with the concept of what she was going to do, it was almost like she fucked other men just to make her father horny. Although obviously that's just stupid, I like to infatuate myself with the belief that my reaction to her fucking around is at least a small part of the reason she's such a slut.

Lacey enjoyed being the tramp with a full-disclosure policy, I could even see her slender ass wiggling a bit as she made herself wet inside her tiny thong while telling her father about her upcoming date. "And Daddy, we aren't going on a 'date,' we're just going to a motel to fuck."

Oh, that got my erection twice as hard in about the span of one heartbeat. Which is ironic, because my heart skipped a beat as I became almost dizzy with excitement at the idea. "Is that right, Lacey? You sure you like him enough to just strip and get it on?"

She nodded at me enthusiastically. "Fuck yeah, we were on the phone like a couple of hours the other day, getting each other all bothered up, and he's really hot for me." Finished with dolling herself, she collected her small array of makeup and stuffed it into a tiny purse. Lacking sufficient room, I watched her smile as she fished out something already in the purse, which she discarded on the countertop. "Won't need these," she giggled as she pushed a small unopened box of condoms away from her, so they were in my view, "He's married."

Naked thick male cock cumming inside my horny daughter . . . wonderful thought, I was thinking as I stood there simmering in my lust.

A honk from our driveway interrupted my train of thought. Shit, that must be the man here to fuck my daughter, I moaned to myself. Indeed it was, Lacey stood upright and took one last look at her face and hair. Beautiful; with her exquisite thin features and soft lips, she didn't need many layers of makeup to look gorgeous. But subtle shadows and the smudge-proof lipstick made her look a little more grown up than she was. Her slender body was delicious in the blouse/tube top combo over the tight low-rise jeans.

My blonde 120-pound daughter zipped up her purse and pulled its long, thin strap over her shoulder, as she moved into the hallway. Her hand intentionally reached out, tracing a soft path across my aching cock as she slipped past. "That's him, Daddy, gotta be going." She knew I would follow her to the doorway, which I did, making sure I was out of sight from anyone in a car in the driveway. My eyes kept staring at her small butt, until she was standing at the front door opening it a crack to peer outside. "Yeah, I gotta go now."

I was a couple feet away and didn't offer a hug or kiss; I just winked and pointed in the general direction of the car outside. "Go get laid, young lady."

Lacey's skimpy, plucked eyebrows furled down and her nose wrinkled while a big smile revealed her glistening-white big teeth. "See ya later, pops." And with that, she disappeared outside, the door closing her off from me for a few hours.

I couldn't help myself, I quickly slipped to the front windows and spied out of the corner. My penis was so fucking hard, I couldn't help but reach down and start rubbing it. I could tell my underwear was already damp with precum leaking out of my hard shaft, and my balls were feeling constrained. Consistent with past practice, I was going to be going downstairs to the window-less TV room to watch porn, or maybe go play online or something, and get my cock off a few times tonight. Lacey's fuckdates made me so aroused I usually had as hard a cum from them as when I do actually fucking her myself. I know it sounds weird, it's just how her daddy is wired.

The guy had a nice ride, a Lincoln LS. Not a huge car but pricey; a good car for a successful father. One who, tonight, was going to cheat like a banshee on his wife. Lacey's slender figure strolled down the driveway and, without pausing, climbed into the passenger seat. It was already dark outside and the street lights didn't provide too much illumination, so I could only barely see the figures inside the car. The car sat there, not moving, and I started wondering if the sex was already happening that fast. I had a flash of an idea that it would pull into the driveway for a few hours, and I got hot at the thought Lacey would be getting fucked in the driveway while I was inside watching the car rock back and forth. But that wasn't going to be, and after a few seconds -- I am not sure how long, my brain was racing -- the car slowly pulled away down the street.

Well, Lacey was off to get fucked, again.

My stomach rumbled for attention, but my cock was begging to get off too. I had half a mind to just go downstairs and watch some porn, but it might be four hours before I come up again to eat. Better to get something quick and go fuck myself in a few minutes. So, trying to ignore all of the sexy thoughts buzzing between my ears, I forced myself to turn and head for the kitchen for a little while.

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Lacey had to put her hand up to her mouth, to wipe away the messy saliva dribbling out the corners of her lips as she sat back in the nice car's leather seat. Charlie's mouth tasted sexy, some clean-smelling combination of mouthwash and toothpaste mixed his natural manly scent. The few seconds his tongue had been down her throat, wrapped around her tongue, she could tell how horny he was to fuck her. The kiss upon her entrance into the car wasn't some timid, nice-to-meet-you kiss. It was an I-want-to-fuck-you kiss, of a man who a couple days earlier on the phone told her how hard he was going to stuff her cunt tonight.

She curled her legs underneath herself, sitting up higher in the car, so she could turn and face him while she leaned back against the door a bit. Already she felt her nipples stretching the tight thin fabric of her tubetop, and inside her jeans, her vagina was aching for attention. The man's pictures hadn't lied about him. He was tall, definitely over 6 foot, with slender shoulders but a very athletic physique. She'd already seen his handsome face and had no problem with the idea she'd be staring at it all night. He had a knit shirt and pressed slacks, very casual, but it was his air of confidence and experience that was the most attractive. Ever since they first started exchanging emails and talking, he wasn't like, wow I want to fuck you; it was, more like, you and I would really enjoy each other. That note sounded perfectly with Lacey, who wasn't doing this as a charity event for some guy stuck in a sexless marriage. This was about, well, fun, two people having a great time.

Her eyes having ravaged his body for a split second, Lacey grinned up at him as he was driving. "So, your wife has no fuckin' clue?"

The 30-something year old turned his face to grin at her devilishly. "No fuckin' clue, Lacey." His hand left the steering wheel to reach out for a moment and rest on her knee, giving her a reassuring squeeze. Then he gunned the car into the main thoroughfare, paying attention to traffic a couple of seconds, before looking back at the young woman sitting next to him. "You said you've been to the Motel Belle Aira? I got a room there, if that's, you know, okay with you."

Lacey smiled at the two memories of her prior visits to that particular motel, knowing this third one would be equivalent. "Yeah, it's fine, I mean it's clean and all and not far away -- do you have a key already?"

He reached into his shirt pocket and retrieved a motel key, holding it out to show her. She giggled that he was so prepared.

"Hot," was all she said back, happy there were no further arrangements necessary for the night to begin.

As the car raced through town, Charlie kept glancing over at her, clearly taken by how sexy she was, and at the reality of actually having this horny young woman next to him. Lacey could see the relief in his eyes, relaxing now that they were finally together. "Lacey," he offered with a husky tone, "you are unbelievably gorgeous, I can't get over how adorable and sexy you are."

She blushed, not intentionally, and even felt a tingle shoot up her spine. "Wow, thanks -- you are sooo sexy too, baby, I can't believe your wife lets you out of the house alone!"

His response was a hearty laugh. "And I can't believe your father lets you out alone!"

Lacey laughed back at that, for reasons he'd never know.

A couple of seconds of silence followed, as he looked around to drive past traffic, then he winked at her again. "I've hardly breathed since last time we talked on the phone. Work went so fucking slow today. Then I got the room on the way home from work, and the whole time at dinner, I was having this living nightmare that someone would find the key hidden in the car."

"Well, this is no nightmare," the young woman soothed with a purr, "it's gonna happen, it's gonna be one good time, baby, all just for you." Lacey loved making married men feel treated and special, she knew it was one of the extra pleasures they experienced that single men didn't when they fucked her.

Obviously, he still wasn't entirely believing it. "You, uh, sure you don't want to go get a drink, or see a movie, or something? I know you knew what I look like, but, I mean, I don't want to pressure you or anything--"

"Oh, no, baby," the girl giggled, because his response was fairly typical of married men picking her up for the first time, "I'm good, if you just want to go back to the room, then let's just go." She waited for emphasis and added, "Let's just go and fuck."

He immediately turned to her and grinned, and his eyes looked at her chest then her crotch of her low-rise jeans. "You got a rule of how long you need to wear those after meeting a date?"

Lacey found the question adorable; he was not only respecting her lines, but he was suggesting his cock was ready to fuck her right now. "Baby, you can strip 'em off as soon as the door closes, I can't wait to get naked -- with YOU." She saw him nod in agreement and even snicker, which made her pussy moisten a little bit more. "And, ok, let's not call this a date? Cuz, to me, it's not a date, that's like the movies and dinner and shit. This is just you and me having fun."

"Okay then," the man agreed, "it's not a date. It's a -- what -- a naked get-together?"

"Mmm!" She let out a cackle. "Yeah -- more like a, hot to trot, no limits, fuck over and over sweaty naked get-together!"

He let out his own little purr now. "Sound fuckin' good to me, baby, fuckin' good." His eyes were looking out the car window to drive, but every chance he could he glanced over to her. "So tell me, honey, how long has it been since you had a good fucking? I mean from some hot cock, not your fingers."

The girl tossed her curly blonde flocks over her shoulder and shrugged, at first having to think of the truthful answer but then thinking of what to actually say. Daddy drilled her last night, actually, the last few nights; but she'd just pretend she didn't have that part of her sex life. "Uh, well, a weekend ago, I mean, not this last one, the one before that -- I kinda had a get-together with a guy I know."

"Yeah?" The driver of the hot car snickered. "A get-together, huh, was the guy your age or my age."

Lacey laughed, because except for very rare occasions, there never was a guy her age in her sex life. "Older than me, like late 20s -- he's like you, married, doesn't get enough at home, got a nice penis that cums a lot, he's fun." She smiled at herself while watching the man's face, to see his reaction; some guys would get so jealous they didn't want to hear details, even if they were getting it from her too. Other guys just liked hearing that she's easy, or she was into men like themselves. Daddy was about the only man she'd ever met who actually got aroused by the mere fact she was fucking other men.

Turns out the guy next to her was in the first category. "Well," he said, changing the subject, sounding pissed at the answer, "baby, I haven't had a tight cunt for quite a while, you're gonna get your little tight pussy stretched as open as it's ever been, tonight -- hope you wanna be fucked raw!" He didn't even look over for her reaction, but laughed to himself. His statement about "months" without a tight pussy immediately were inconsistent with his first representations to her, in his very first email responding to her online ad, that he regularly laid teenage girls. Didn't matter; she still thought he was sexy and the photographs of his nice, big-headed penis gave her all the incentive she needed to get naked with him. If anything, if he had the case of blueballs, he's just fuck her and cum that much more aggressively.




What To Do When Lacey Is Out



Still, she wanted to toy with him, get him as aroused as possible. "So, what's the deal, your wife doesn't like to fuck, or what, is she ugly now or something?" The 19 year old spoke with confidence and not a hint of remorse, completely understanding the cause of horny married men who want something they usually can't have, namely, girls like herself.

"Yeah, something like that," the guy chortled then looked at her knowingly, "you're pretty smart for a girl your age, you know how it is, huh?"

"Oh I know!" She laughed that he'd think it was some kind of big secret, the toils of being a married male. "I bet, your wife's body isn't what it was when you married her, and she doesn't give you head or anything now right -- and with your awesome big cock, no reason to waste that talent, you just love sharing it with younger girls like me who appreciate that big tool stuck up our tight pussies?"

He didn't confirm or deny the suggestion, but instead groaned impatiently. "Fuckin' traffic," he said of a red light ahead of them, although it turned green before the car reached it. Lacey's last comment seemed to linger with him, and he stirred in his pelvis and chest before turning his face towards her and winking again. "I'm gonna fuckin' stretch out your tight pussy all night, sweetie, hell I just wanna drive the car over and fuck you right now."

"Is that so?" Lacey purred, wrinkled her eyebrows and leaned forward to touch her hand on top of his knee. "Is that big dick all hard for me already?" Her hand slid into his crotch, and he pushed his pelvis forward while spreading his knees. Indeed, she felt a solid, lengthy hard mass inside his slacks, and her fingertips traced it from its round head down to the soft sack many inches below. "Ooh, fuck, baby, it's sooo fucking big, mmm I'm gonna love fucking this dick tonight!" She caresses the massive dick through his pants up and down several times, then slipped her fingers back to the top of his pants, reaching into the fold to grab the zipper. "I love big cocks, you have no idea."

With the girl half his age rubbing his prick, he pushed his crotch against her hand to give her more access to the zipper. "And you have no idea how big I am right now, honey, you're so fucking sexy."

Slowly tugging the zipper downward, making it trace over his shaft too, Lacey snuck her small hand into the small opening. He had underwear, soft cotton briefs, but she could feel the hardness of his swollen penis against her fingertips. Grunting to herself with delight at his member, "Oh fuck yeah," she pushed fingers in more and wormed them around to find the opening of his underwear. Her fingers bent and wiggled to pull open the underwear as best she could, then her fingertips -- just the tips -- found the naked shaft of his penis. Very hard, very hot, pulsating heat. "Ooh, baby, you have a great tool."

Charlie was driving with one hand, his other unsnapping his slacks. She had to help him hold the pants steady for him to unbutton them; but when opened, the bulge of his cock popped free. Lacey now could reach inside the briefs easily and wrap her entire hand around his engorged prick; it was, indeed, very thick, very hard. "Mmm yeah!" She pumped her fist up and down the shaft, moving the soft outer skin over the ribbed stiffness, pulling the cockhead tighter and making a wet spot on his underwear. Looking around outside the car, she made sure no one would notice what she was doing. "Fuck, why doesn't your wife fuck this big dick every day, is she stupid or gay or something?"

Still holding the steering wheel with only one hand, the man had his other hand in his lap, his thumb hooking over the waistband of the underwear. He pulled back the waistband and yanked down on his briefs, so his erection was exposed. Its head was enormous, a large ball above a nicely thick shaft that grew to very fat proportions as the base. The head was purplish along is thick rim, with clear precum already oozing out of the peehole. Thick curly dark pubic hair surrounded the enormous base.

The man smiled upon seeing Lacey's positive reaction to the sight of his dick. "Like that one, honey?"

"Fuckin' love it," the girl immediately responded, pushing her golden hair over her ear and now entirely bending over in her seat. The car was still in motion but Lacey didn't stop herself, pushing her head into his lap and immediately sinking her lips on top of his cockhead. His precum was salty and warm; his huge, round helmet was actually hot, full of lust, burning against her tongue. The girl's lips suckled the head then sucked an inch of his penis into her mouth, sucking hard on it to create a vacuum, her tongue washing over it. Her hand was still holding the base, her thumb not touching her opposing fingers, and she squeezed it and yanked it firmly but gently while she sucked the head.

"Ooh yeah, good head baby," moaned her new sex partner, trying to drive faster.

Lacey beat his shaft with her little fist while sucking the top two or three inches of penis, making it all wet with her saliva. "Oh fuck!" she squealed for his amusement, "I can't wait to fuck this dick, baby, it's huge!"

She felt a hand on top of her head, pressing it down, making her suck another inch of his long tool and forcing her jaw to open wider. She mumbled and grunted, mouthing the penis of the man she only met in person a few minutes ago. "So fuckin' good," the girl grunted coming up for air before sucking back more in, "so good, so fuckin' good baby."

"Oh yeah, suck that dick, bitch!" His voice was shrill too, highly aroused.

She felt the car jerking left and right, slowing and speeding up, and soon the car slowed to a stop. Sitting up, but still holding his dick, she saw they were in the familiar parking lot of the motel. The lot was mostly deserted. It was an older motel, kept current on the inside but needing significant attention on its facade. Only a few dim lights lined the dingy parking lot, which had cracks and weeds in the cracks layered like a spider's web. The motel's rooms were exposed to the parking lot, with the second floor accessible by a stairwell at the far end. Charlie parked the car as close as he could to the stairwell, a couple of cars occupying the closest spots.

"Let's get inside and fuck," she quickly said, knowing she was liable to say in the car and suck his dick off if they didn't get out quickly. He didn't argue. Instead, he zipped up and raced around the car to meet her. No one was around, but she knew not to make any public display of affection with a man old enough to be her father. She always had a fear of someone thinking she was a prostitute, and it wasn't worth ending up in jail just for a good lay. She could have stayed home with Daddy for that.

Figuring he was probably a typical male, she walked up the steps first, so he could admire her ass in her tight jeans. The taste of his penis was still in her mouth, and she savored it by rolling her tongue around, not swallowing at all, just salivating for more dick. Arriving at the second level of the motel, he lead her down the row of rooms to the door with number 225 on it. He stuck the key into the lock, turned it, and let her into the slightly-warm, brightly-lit room.

Lacey stepped in, dropping her small purse onto the nearby table -- and instantly found his hands and body against her. Even while he was slamming the door shut and locking it, Charlie slipped one hand around her body to grab her breast through her blouse and tubetop. A moment later his other hand was covering her other tit, and his hard penis in his pants was grinding against her ass and the small of her back. Charlie's hot, hungry lips planted on her neck and began sucking her skin, giving her incentive to roll her head to the side. "Oh fuck yeah!" the girl whined happily, reaching up to his wrists to hold his hands against her B-cup tits even more tightly. His strong fingers gripped both of her breasts, fondling and kneading them through her clothing


But hardly a moment later his hands released her breasts and slipped to her tummy, untying her blouse, then pulling it off of her slender shoulders. The slut panted hard, knowing this was her favorite part, where the horny male gets to make her nude. Everything that would follow was almost like icing on the cake, all the hours and hours of fucking. He didn't wait to slide his fingers under her tubetop, pulling it down, rolling it in a bunch around her body underneath her tits. Her aching pink nipples poked forward, her soft teenage breasts waited for his attention, and without delay he was again pawing at her tits, but this time naked ones. She arched her back towards him behind her body, pulling his hands onto her tits again, feeling his tongue lick up to her earlobe, and his engorged cock ground hard against her small butt and back with desperation.

The man continued to lick and suckle her earlobe and her small diamond stud in it, while his hands lowered from her tits to her jeans. He spun her around, so she faced him, while he leaned down. She arched her back even more to push her pelvis towards him, pulling his mouth onto one of her anxious breasts. The man's hot, wet lips sucked her aching nipple inside his warm mouth, just as his fingers were unbuttoning her jeans. Lacey let him enjoy sucking her titties until her jeans were both unbuttoned and unzipped, then she pushed him back a bit so he could watch himself peel off her jeans.

Even lowering her jeans past her knees, the married stud eyed the young woman's little black thong hiding the sweet pussy inside. "Fuck, you're so hot," he muttered as she stepped out of her tight jeans after kicking off her sandals.

Standing almost nude in only the thong, she wasn't sure what he would do next -- push her to the bed, leave the thong on, or what. But Charlie was good to the plan they made in the car, and his thumbs were already peeling off her thong. She gasped at his reaction of gasping at the sight of her freshly-shaved, wet pink cuntlips. So tight and small, capable of taking so much cock.

"Oh fuck, Lacey, you're . . . you're fucking amazing."

She wanted him so badly, seeing his lust for her body. All her ideas of hot cocksucking and pussy-licking and such seemed silly right now; she wanted this fuckdate to get started off with the good stuff. "Baby, do you want more of that cocksucking, or don't you just want to get naked too and cum stick it in my pussy right now?"

He laughed, and he shoved her towards the bed, playfully, then a second time until she was crawling back onto the bed on her back, their eyes locked together until she was in the middle of the sheets with her slender legs open and her drenched 19 year old pussy exposed for his review. Charlie was already removing his pants and underwear simultaneously after having doffed his shirt a moment earlier. "I think we just start fucking, don't you think?"

That's all she wanted. "Oh yeah, baby, come over here and fuck me right now, c'mon hurry I want your cock bad!"

No pretenses, no lying, no games. The naked married man with the rock-hard, 8 1/2 inch penis crawled into bed, climbing over the young nude filly who instantly guided his dick against her twat. One shove later they were fucking, accompanied by Lacey's loudest scream and the sounds of his penis driving into her sloppy wet cunt. Just good, solid fun, starting now.

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I guess I have this little ritual, when I'm alone in the house and Lacey is on a fuckdate. Once in the basement, I strip entirely naked -- probably not much sooner than Lacey was going to get naked with her date, I figured -- then decide how to enjoy myself. There's always the Literotica chatroom, or reading Literotica stories about daddies and daughters behaving badly. Of course, it can be an hour or longer to find a good, horny hot chick (who's really a chick) for an online or phone fuck. There's tons of online porn waiting to be seen, but after a while, that stuff gets repetitive. Those sites that pretend to have "real" married women or daughters or stuff? You can tell, after a few sites, it's all the same women and girls anyway, they're just paid whores, none of it is really real. I mean, like these MILF sites, how many 40-something moms go around town in skimpy tops with no bras, readily agreeing to be photographed fucking some stranger? Sure, sounds like my daughter, but a whole website of women like that? Right.

Instead, the most effortless way to masturbate and that gets usually the best cums is just to watch porn movies. I have a hundred DVDs and CDs or so, a lot I copied off of internet sites, but a lot I've purchased over the years. I mean, until Lacey turned 18 and she became my live-in girlfriend who I got to fuck all the time, a single dad with an underage daughter needs some stress-relief, you know. There was a time I could remember what was on every porn movie I owned. Now, using it only two nights a week or so instead of seven, some of the older stuff would seem fresh when I watch it.

But the other reason I don't watch most of my porn movies? Not just that I'm fucking Lacey most nights. No, it's because I find myself -- despite telling myself to try something different -- watching the same three fucking DVDs over and over. And over and over and over. It's like the entire collection of porn was filled with Barney and Wiggles movies, leaving me only three movies to use to get myself off. Standing naked in front of the DVD collection, my cock demanding attention, I stared at my three favorites and spoke to myself aloud. "C'mon, Robert, watch something else."

Then the voice inside my head said, "But you KNOW you WANT to see them again, don't you?"

So I reached out, took the three DVDs from their special shelf, and loaded the three into a 5-disk turn table in the DVD player. Just pretending for a moment I might actually watch some other porn movie, I dropped a couple of other disks to fill out the table; one was all 18- and 19-year old girls being fucked by partners of both sexes, and the other was a DVD of FFM threesomes. (My all-time favorite fantasy, still basically unfulfilled -- the one time Lacey and I were nude in bed with another girl, Lacey's friend Ana, I was fucking Ana and Lacey pretty much only watched. Lacey is incredibly not bisexual. Yes, daddy is severely disappointed with his daughter, on that basis at least.)

My toned, athletic naked body plopped onto the big fake-leather seat across from the big-screen TV. My daddy cock was pointing at the ceiling, precum already dripping down the shaft. I noticed the clock, thinking Lacey left the house a full 20 minutes ago. Think she was fucking already? It was a sexy thought, at least. I reached over and grabbed the remote, then started up the DVD player.

It was no surprise which DVD I played first, of my three favorites. If you haven't guessed already, those three DVDs are home made -- all films of Lacey fucking cock. One of them has me and her on it, about an hours' worth of fucking in the bed, plus some extra time of us doing it on this very sofa. The other two movies were "presents" from Lacey to me, things she did with other men, so I could enjoy watching anytime I wanted. One was a weekends' worth of fucking at a stud's condo, and that's good because you can leave it in for two hours and see her do the guy over and over. The other movie was my birthday present this year, and it's what I can't stop watching.

Settling back onto the sofa with the remote nearby but my hand wrapped around my penis, I watched the huge TV in front of me flicker past some static and begin with the film. This is really a work of art, I've told myself so many times, Lacey should get some kind of porn movie award for this. The first thing I get to see is my daughter completely naked, sitting on "my" bed in "my" bedroom -- a misnomer for public consumption only, because in actuality, Lacey and I sleep together every night she is home. Lacey has her feet on the floor, her ass at the edge of the bed, and her arms behind her, while she smiles into the camera. Her thighs are parted to show her cunt, and her breasts are on display with her hard nipples poking from them. "Happy birthday, Daddy," she groans with a sultry look and voice, "I hope you like this birthday present I'm making for you, and uh, well, I hope you like it! It'll, uh, well, make you think of something everywhere you go in OUR house." She emphasizes the "our" deliberately, smirking as she does.

Then, you can tell the camera is being moved onto a tripod next to the bed, and pointed and focused. Ok, no Ron Jeremy production here. Lacey waits patiently, smiling, and I know to fast-forward for about 20 seconds. Then, when the camera is zoomed so the whole bed is visible, another naked figure appears. A guy in his 30s or something, wedding ring on, hairy chest, and definitely fat cock. Good 7 inches or so, not really long, but much thicker than Lacey's daddy's penis. Lacey makes way for the guy to kneel on the bed, pointing his dick at her, and without words, she just crawls up to him and starts sucking the precum out of his bulbous cockhead. Lacey moans anxiously, her eyes closing, while she tapes herself sucking this big bone for her daddy's pleasure.

Having seen this DVD a thousand times, I have watched the cocksucking pretty intently to know it's hot but not what gets me off. I usually find myself waiting for it to end. Lacey deep-throats the guy, looking up at him, but it's not as good as a skull-fucking as she gets later in the DVD. So, tonight, like I usually do, I just watch her start devouring a few inches of the guy's penis until I'm really, really horny. Then I fast-forward the remaining 10 or so minutes of her sucking him.

I stop the movie just as he's about to blow. I fucking love this part; his balls erupt and, as she leans over on her knees with him kneeling on the bed, she jerks off his penis while he squirts his semen all over her face. I actually use this part of the DVD for reference when I cum on Lacey's face myself; it's a "birthday cum" (my phrase) if I can cover her face as much as this guy does. Streaks and pools of white-hot semen splatter all over Lacey's smiling face, forcing her to close one eyelid, dripping off of her nose and chin, covering both of her cheeks and nose and forehead and jaw in long, wet spurts. As the dude stroked his own cock, cumming on my daughter, she looked up at him and wryly smiled, keeping her face steady, and sometimes she looked over at me (well, at the camera). Watching her get her face soaked in cum almost gets me near orgasm every time; tonight, for sure, I was holding it back, even letting go of my dick as I watched her take that orgasm all over her pretty teenage face.

The guy's massive eruption on her face had Lacey moaning in delight, licking off the flavor of it from her lips while the guy climbed off the bed. This, too, I fast-forwarded; they engaged in a short discussions before concluding they'd pick up the taping again later. I skipped over the part now where the guy fumbles to stop the recording, while Lacey quietly watches, sperm drooling down her face. The tape starts instantly, though, some time later that afternoon, same place, same two fuckers. Only this time, the camera is on a tripod at the foot of my bed, and stretched out naked right where I sleep every night was the hot stud, a big smirk on his face, his thick pecker lying on his tummy waiting for action. He had his muscular arms behind his head, watching my daughter behind the camera. As the tape gets rolling again, Lacey strolls into view nude and climbs on the bed with him.

She looks at the camera, sitting on her hip bumped up next to the guy, reaching down to his lap and lifting his fat penis upright. Her little tiny hand looks so frail next to his huge dick, it's so sexy as she starts stroking it. He's already fully hard, some time had passed since his huge cum. Lacey grins at his dick then at the camera -- me -- and she moans in her sluttiest voice, "See, Daddy, he's right where you sleep. I want you to know that every night you go to bed, your little princess got fucked hard right in that very spot by a really, really BIG cock!"




What To Do When Lacey Is Out



(Lacey has told me she used the story that she had a fantasy about her daddy knowing what a slut she is; I suppose that's why the guy actually smiles when she's talking to "Daddy" on the camera. Allegedly, she didn't say that her daddy would actually in fact watch the video.)

My nude daughter leans up and straddles the guy, whose strong hands guide her slender hips over his lap. Her back is to his face, so her tits and pussy are facing the camera, his legs stretched out underneath her. She reaches down, holds his penis upright, lowering her pussy to it. I can't see his face now but I hear his moan, and hers, as his dick starts to penetrate her tight cunt. That huge cockhead is so big compared to her slit, you can see her lips visibly pry open to take in the wide erection. Lacey's eyes roll and her eyelids flutter, and she leans her slender body backwards with her hands behind her, tits arching up, as she lowers her pussy down the man's cockshaft. As always, stroking on the sofa watching, my eyes were glued to the penetration. She works herself hard, pushing down, until a few strokes later literally his entire shaft is buried up inside my daughter's cunt, his hairy balls slamming hard against her body as she grinds down on him.

"Oh Daddy!" my girl squeals, trembling, "fuck Daddy he's fucking me, his cock is sooo big and sooo good, Daddy, fucking me right where you sleep Daddy!"

The guy fucking my daughter adds with a condescending snarl, "Happy birthday, Daddy."

My daughter's little body rides up and down that pole, her tits heaving as she breaths deep, and you can see the juices of her cunt dripping down the guy's big shaft. She swirls her hips as she rises and falls, whipping his dick as she goes, all the time staring at the camera. "See him fucking me, Daddy? See him fucking your princess, Daddy? Did you know I'm such a slut, Daddy? All the boys say I'm a hot fuck -- and I'm fucking right on your bed, Daddy, fucking right where you sleep, I hope you remember this every night you go to bed, Daddy!"

Lacey rides this stud for, I don't know, 5 or 10 minutes, working at a steady, deliberate pace. The guy's hands are all over her body, from her hips to her tits, cupping them as she rides backwards on him. He slides a hand down to her pussy and fingers her clit while she fucks him; Lacey moans desperately at that contact, but he doesn't do it long. In fact, his hands slide faster and faster all over her, and you can tell watching, he's getting really worked up as she fucks him.

He can't take it any more, suddenly he pulls her off of him and, with Lacey laughing, he rolls her onto her back. She slides over so she's lying where he was -- in my spot on the bed. (Think the guy knew the other side was usually occupied by Lacey herself?) The guy, totally frenzied, mounts my daughter immediately. All I can see on the video now is this naked man from behind, with quite the muscular hairy butt, and my daughter's slender thighs and legs spread under him pointing to the sides, while her little hands clutch him around his hips and ass. The guy thrusts forward sticking it to Lacey deep and hard, and he starts pounding her mercilessly. His superior body, with his legs tense against the bed spread a little, starts hammering her small body to drive that thick penis into her teenage cunt. Her legs are pushed around like slender branches in a strong wind, her feet bouncing around, and her hands clench on his asscheeks as she feels him stretching her cunt and plunging deep. "Fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me baby, fuck me!" Lacey cries through tears, getting nailed right where her father sleeps.

The guy is crawling on top of her, ramming his dick into her younger vagina, now towering above her. She has lifted her ass so it's off the bed a little, her legs bent backwards and her knees near her ears. (She was a gymnast years before she was a cheerleader, so this actually is a natural position for her.) On the video I could now see her pale, small ass, with her cunt stretched into a gaping O with the enormous erection drilling her in and out. The guy's balls are hard as little rocks, almost pushing into her cunt, then moving up as he pulls out. Then he rams back inside making her cry and moan each time.

My daughter's familiar whine put my own cock on the edge of orgasm, watching this. "Fuck! I'm cumming! Oh fuck I'm cumming! Ohhh fuck fuck fuck fuck I'm ohhhhhh!"

The guy drills her though her loud orgasm, and keeps fucking her hard nonstop until Lacey has screamed through another couple of cums. At last, after maybe a good 15 minutes of nailing my slutty daughter, you can hear the guy muttering something to her on the tape. Then Lacey screams, "Fuck yeah! Cum in my cunt! Daddy's he's going to cum in me!"

The guy's body tenses, he rams home a few times very deep, leaving his prick in my daughter's pussy, then pulls out and slams it right back in as hard as he can, several times, until his entire body seems to tense. Lacey screams at the top of her lungs, her fingers and palms are wrapped around his muscular buttcheeks pulling him forward. She wails as his entire body spasms and I'm watching this man unload his sperm inside my daughter's pussy, having another huge orgasm but this time filling her babymaking oven with his babymaking sauce. (To my knowledge, no babies were made that night, of course.)

Tonight, maybe a bit more early in the DVD than normally, I started cumming hard. I was so worked up knowing Lacey was out getting fucked, and this was a really good fucking she took. I love how the guy was so animal for her, he just had to put her on her back and do her until he was done. My hand flew up and down my shaft, and the hot lovecream squirted up into the air and landed in a thick coating over my cock, hand and abdomen.

Still spurting out drops of my own orgasm, I watched the scene change instantly. Lacey -- well, someone, don't ask Lacey to operate a videocamera on her own -- had rewound the tape, or something, to start right where the stud's orgasm ended on my bed. For this scene, Lacey is in our living room upstairs, sitting on the big cream-colored sofa we have there. She's wearing her hot-pink satin robe, loosely draped around her body, and she's not alone; next to her is a guy in his 20s, I'd guess, and one really superior stud. Sitting next to my daughter in just his underwear (briers), he has thick muscles on his arms, a ripped chest with well-defined ripples on his tight stomach, and thighs thick enough to be tree limbs. The guy has a really smug look on his face, and he's looking over at Lacey like she's a piece of meat. He has a bald head, or at least really well-shaven, and you can't tell if he's a black guy with just really light skin or a latin or Italian guy with extremely tanned skin.

The guy mutters to Lacey, "It's on now," referring to the timer switch he must have found on the videocamera. Lacey giggles and smiles gleefully into the camera. "Well Daddy I hope you're having a wonderful birthday, and, um, my friend Mikey here and I are going to celebrate your birthday together!"

Lacey pushes up to her knees on the sofa, and leans into Mikey, face to face, and they start licking each other's tongues in direct view of the camera. Meanwhile the stud reaches out to push her robe open, exposing one of her tits, while Lacey's hand snakes to his underwear and begins to rub the massive bulge in it. While the make out the guy fondles her tit and she starts massaging his hardening penis. It's a great scene; the kiss gets more and more energetic, and his hand slips down to her crotch to rub her through her now-visible red panties, while Lacey keeps playing with the shape of his dick in his underwear. You can just see the energy and lust building in them as they make out and touch each other, with Lacey moaning louder and both of their hands moving faster, and their kiss getting more and more wet.

Eventually they have to move onto more aggressive foreplay. He pushes Lacey upright and brushes her robe off both of her thin shoulders, leaving her in just her French-cut red panties. Leaning into him, his hand still grinding softly against her mound on her wet panties, the guy sticks his tongue over her tit and begins licking it. Lacey's eyes roll and she looks over at the camera smiling at the attention. Her hips are gyrating, she's humping his fingers against her panties, and the sticky noises of her wet panties are easily audible.

When he's coated both of her delicious 19 year old tits in saliva, Mikey pushes Lacey onto her back on the sofa, one foot on the floor and the other hung over the top edge of the sofa's backrest. Lacey watches him with a grin, and alternatingly looks at the camera, as if to ensure I'm still watching. The stud admires her pussy through her panties, then he delicately reaches out and starts peeling the panties off. "Alright, let's see what we got here," he giggles, drawing a similar chirp from my daughter. "Ooh!" he smiles as he spies her shaved, wet cunt, peeling the panties down her legs. Pulling the panties free, Lacey spreads her legs again instantly, one foot on the floor and opposite leg high in the air, exposing her cunt to the dude for the first time. His face lights up, you can tell he likes.

He moves in to lick my princess's cunt, and she moans and closes her eyes, wrapping a hand around his bald head to pull his tongue harder against her lips and clit. He moves around to be sure the camera gets a view of his tongue against her pink wet vagina, and when he's in position, you can see his tongue pumping against her clit, then lapping at her lips. Lacey arches her back and moans again. Soon his tongue is inside her twat, pushing into her hole, and Lacey starts reacting. "Ooh fuck yes, fuck my pussy baby, eat my pussy, fuck me with your hot tongue baby!" Then remembering the mission, she looks at the camera with half-closed eyes and moans even louder, "Daddy, he's eating your princess's cunt, right in your living room!"

The pussy-licking is slow and deliberate, but Lacey's naked body starts writhing faster, and her breaths get deeper. She doesn't orgasm but she starts whimpering loudly, escalating in energy. Mikey pulls back, his chin and lips smeared in Lacey's vaginal juices, lifts his powerful arm and sticks out a single finger. He watches intently -- along with the horny father on video -- as he carefully inserts his finger into Lacey's cunt, just a knuckle deep at first, then more, and more. Lacey grunts and holds her legs open with both hands around her knees, lifting her face to watch the fingerfucking. She moans and encourages him to do it faster and harder, until Mikey has his whole finger inside, twisting it around, plunging it back and forth like he's cleaning it out.

I like the finger-fucking, and love seeing him make her cum twice when he adds his tongue to her clit, but it's a slow fuck. So I grabbed the remote and fast-forwarded through this part, even through her orgasms. I let the video play normally when she's already on her knees on the floor and he's standing upright, while she takes down his briefs. The guy's dick is humongous, got to be 9 inches or so, and Lacey gladly starts licking it even before he steps out of his underwear. She's instantly aggressive, her curly-blonde hair bouncing around, as her tongue glides around the helmet then up and down the ribbed shaft. She moans while sucking him, looking up at him when she wraps her lips around the cockhead and stuffs it a couple of inches into her mouth. Her jaw has to open extremely wide, just to push some of it inside, and her cheeks suck inward as she creates a vacuum to suck the dick.

Her cocksucking doesn't last too long; after getting his entire long penis coated in saliva, she sits back on her little butt and holds his dick in her hand, while looking at the camera with a sneer. "Daddy, do you see how big and hard Mikey's cock is for me? I think, um, I think I'm gonna let him fuck me, right here on your sofa, Daddy!" She motions as if to stand up, but adds belatedly, "Happy birthday, Daddy!"

Mikey helps my naked daughter to her feet, which is sort of funny because his big dick is just hanging in mid-air, looking for any kind of hole to fuck. Lacey provides him one, settling on her back on the sofa again, one foot on the floor, spreading apart her thighs. His dick looks so much bigger and stronger than her slender teenage body, but her eyes beg for it to ravage her. Mikey doesn't lie on top of her but keeps one foot on the floor, too, putting his other knee on the sofa and lowering his dick to Lacey's body. She spreads even wider as that big cock draws closer to her wet pussylips.

"Fuck me baby!" she orders, seconds away from getting it.

"Ooh yeah, you like that big dick?" he giggles, rubbing his cock on her clit and making her roll her hips around against his dick, "Mikey wants some of that tight pussy you got."

Screams back my daughter, reaching for his ass to pull him in, "Fuck my tight pussy, my tight slutty pussy, baby!"

Daddy gets to see on the video the stud's monstrous penis touch her entrance and begin to slide inside. It doesn't fit, really; her legs stretch wide open and Lacey erupts with a guttural scream, clutching the sofa's cushions under her butt for leverage. The guy is just smiling, trying to act casually, as he uses his muscles to push his body forward and begin probing his big dick into the girl. While the tape plays, I'm on the basement sofa jerking my hard-again cock watching Lacey get fucked by this second stud. I know the DVD is long and I want to pace myself, but I'm just so horny I can't stop from wanking my meat hard and fast. The cum from my first orgasm is something of a lubricant as my fist pounds my daddycock, my eyes staring at Lacey being fucked deep by a super-huge dick about two inches larger than mine in every measurement.

"Dah-dee!" wails my princess, forcing herself to look over at the camera. With her eyes actually tearing up, her jaw trembling, she grunts in half-breaths, "He's so fuckin' huge, Daddy, I love his dick fucking me!"

Me too, I muttered to myself.

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"OH FUCK!" Lacey attempted to scream, but her mouth was dry from panting so hard. Her messy, sweat-coated long hair draped around her, as she pressed her perspiry face and shoulders into the damp bedsheets, pushing her naked ass higher into the air at the hunky male fucking her doggy-style behind it.

Her fuckdate for the night had his hands on his own hips, arms akimbo, while he looked down at his married penis fucking the 19 year old slut from behind. Her small asscheeks were reddened from taking a pounding for the last half-hour, and her asshole was still gaping from having his dick inserted in it for a while. The young woman, barely out of high school, was bent over burying her face in the stanky motel bedsheets, her slender knees spread apart to leverage her little frame as it took his hard erection time after time from behind, her fingers tightly wrapped around the bedsheet to keep herself in position. Otherwise the repeated pounding of the much larger adult male's body against her ass and thighs was going to push her head hard into the headboard, or off of the bed entirely.

"Fuckin' slut," grumbled the married fucker as he drilled the young woman, "fuckin' little whore!"

She squealed as she sucked in air, turning her face to the side and blowing her messy hair off of her mouth. "Oh shit fuck yes! Fuck me baby fuck me harder!" Lacey could feel wet drips of male cum leaking down her inner thighs, from Charlie's first orgasm deep in her pussy now being drawn out drop by drop from his penis penetrating her cunt again.

Whatever cum was leaving the girl's pussy was about to be replaced anyway; the male was nearing his second orgasm. With a loud yelp, he moved his hands from his hips and wrapped his fingers tightly around the girl's body where her thighs bent away from her hips. Hooking her there and yanking her little body backwards, he was able to drive the head of his cock into the deepest part of her vagina, feeling her tight wet tube gripping the thick pulsating shaft of his erection. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum you dumb slut!" the married man announced, banging his penis into her a few last times.

"Yes yes cum in me cum in my slutty cunt!" Lacey wailed, eyes closed, sweat dripping down her brow.

She felt his penis shoot; from his noises and how his body burst into hers, and the pulsing of his dick's soft underside against her sensitive pussylips, Lacey knew he was ejaculating in her again. The expert slut pushed her ass backwards firmly against his body, letting him flood his semen into her cunt as deep as he could. She moaned and screamed for more of his cum, then suddenly she felt her latest orgasm surge in her crotch. Lacey shot her hand under her body, her fingers finding her throbbing clitoris, and she began rubbing her clit hard into her body while Charlie was still unloading his sperm in her. Lacey let out all of the noise in her lungs, a high-pitched eruption of female lust, when her body spasmed too and she began having her umpteenth orgasm of the short night.

The adult male and 19 year old blonde needed deep breaths and moments to wipe their naked bodies of buckets of sweat, with Charlie leaving his dick inside the girl's cunt until finally pulling it out, almost painfully. Lacey, sore and stretched, rolled over onto her hips and tried to close her knees together, laughing when she found she was already remarkably sore after fucking for only 45 minutes. Her lover for the evening stared down at her naked body, admiring the damage he caused in it, before plopping on his butt on the other side of the bed, resting upright against pillows propped in front of the headboard.

Lacey lay in the messy bedsheet, her sweat over her body and the juices from her pussy soiling the sheets further, crossing her arms around her sore body until a few seconds later she could muster enough energy to push herself to her knees. Charlie had already picked up the TV's remote, turning on the tube to catch the status of the Pistons game. Probably just to see how long until it ends, she thought, but to her chagrin he was not turning off the game when it was clear it was only in its first quarter. "I should call my wife," he added without looking at the girl he just fucked, "she wanted to make sure I got to the game ok."

"Yeah, sure." Lacey breathed hard again, her pulse returning to normal, and she excused herself to pay a visit to the toilet. Too much Diet Coke at home before Daddy got home. Trying to stretch her legs out to the floor, her knees were unwilling to straighten after having been bent for most of the time taking that cock from the rear and in her butthole. Speaking of that, clenching her asscheeks felt funny, too, with the deformity to that hole. The general soreness in her limbs and the exquisite soreness of her pussy put a smile on her face, as she stumbled over to the motel room's small bathroom. Looking back, she saw Charlie admiring her naked ass while he had his cellphone pressed to his cheek, listening for the call to be answered.

Fuck his wife, Lacey thought to herself as she quietly shut the bathroom door so that her noise would not carry over the phone. How does a woman not let a big, strong stud like Charlie fuck her every day? His cock was better than Daddy's, although his stamina wasn't -- at least yet -- anywhere close. A sexy guy like that probably had a good-looking wife, Lacey mused to herself while she settled her ass over the cold toilet. She had this devilish interest in seeing or even meeting the women of the men she was fucking; it hadn't happened yet, but someday, Lacey wanted to smile in the face of some stupid bitch who was ignorant her hot husband was stuffing Lacey's cunt on a regular basis. It would give her a feeling of power and achievement over an adult, somehow similar to the satisfaction Lacey got from making adult men worship her and break marital vows to fuck her.




What To Do When Lacey Is Out



Her piss over and cleaned up, Lacey returned to the bedroom where her male friend was finishing his call with his wife. Lacey let out an "oops!" when she realized she'd flushed the toilet, but Charlie had his hand over the cellphone to muffle the noise. No damage done, it seemed. He gave the cursory "I love you" and explained he wanted to "get back to the game."

His dick was semi-hard, lying at an angle over his abdomen. It was wet and slimy from being stuck in her ass and pussy, and briefly her mouth, and it looked delicious. The girl didn't ask but crawled over the bed to it, leaning down and tracing her tonguetip softly along its length to taste its sexy flavor. Mmm, pussy juice with a single of ass. Her sore pussy itched for attention again, but her mouth and tongue were taking over for the moment. "Fuck you're pretty horny, aren't you slut," the man laughed at her, spreading his legs to let her work on his penis again.

"Mmm, I told you this week, I love to fuck," she defended herself in a huff, not stopping from licking his hardening erection.

He was reaching down to her shoulders, pulling her up to his torso. "Then get back on my dick and fuck me, you stupid blonde whore, with your little tight cunt."

Lacey eagerly did just that.

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I had stopped the DVD halfway through the Lacey's fuck with Mikey in the living room. Damned if that scene didn't make me cum again, not even 15 minutes after my first orgasm. At this rate, I was in for a lot of orgasms by myself tonight. Anyway, my stomach demanded more attention, and the two orgasms placated my previously out-of-control horniness. I ambled up to the kitchen buck naked, cum dripping down my tummy and thighs, and turned on the Pistons game on the little TV while making myself a sandwich. Hot turkey and Italian red peppers, on white bread. Yummy and easy.

It was somewhere in the second quarter of the game. I wondered if, at that very moment, my daughter had the man's dick in her pussy? Probably, but that was the fun of it -- not really knowing. The thought did make my cock twitch, and I hurried up to wolf down the food so I could return to my sex lair in the basement.

I un-paused the DVD, resuming the scene of Mikey giving it to Lacey. The next scene, frankly, is about the best porn scene I've ever watched, and I had an inkling to fast-forward to it; but right now I had the image of Lacey on her knees getting it doggy-style from this hung muscular stud, who was not only hammering his pelvis against her little ass but reaching forward to yank back her golden hair and painfully twist her face upwards. She clenched her eyes and endured the pain of his huge cock slammed inside her cunt, as her naked little tits jiggled from the repeated impacts of the male's body into her ass and thighs. "Ow! Oh! Owww!" She let out these painful little yelps, contorting her face in dismay but clearly loving the deep fucking she was getting. Finally she sentiently blurted out, "Fuck yeah, fuck me harder, do me!"

This scene is what I consider just a good, solid, high-quality fuck. Lacey really got it like it's meant to be done. They didn't talk much, just made noises, and they weren't even looking at each other. My daughter concentrated on the feeling of the oversized king dick in her cunt, which was giving her pains she never had with other men and smaller dicks, while the stud continued to ram his meat into her teenage twat over and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over and over and over, and you get the idea. I couldn't even see the penetrating, given the way their bodies were angled on the sofa in front of the camera on its tripod. Instead, the TV showed Lacey's sexy little ass bent over, rocking back and forth against the thick rigid meat of the guy's pole. "Ooh yeah, ooh yeah," Mikey smoothly purred as she fucked him, eyeing from above his dick in her.

Relaxing in the sofa across from the big TV displaying my daughter getting fucked, my cock was starting to grow to full hardness as I watched the scene. I let it play, so I'd be nice and horny for the next scene, but I didn't touch my dick even when it started throbbing for attention.

After poking Lacey plenty of times from behind, Mikey pulls back -- his super-long dick was drooling with her pussy juices -- and sat on his ass on the sofa. Fuck, his erection came up to about his nipples, I mean that dick was one big motherfucker . . . well, daughter-fucker. Lacey needed a moment to move out of her bent-over position, and I could tell that the fucking she'd been enduring was giving her some powerful orgasms. When she needs help moving to a different position, that's the sign that she's getting power-fucked. Mikey has to pull her arms and almost drag her to straddle his lap, then his long fingers wrap around her slender hips and shove her cunt down on his dick.

"OH FUCK!" she screams as her little body plunges down on that scary erection. The view is really sweet; I'm sitting there staring at her hot naked ass with spread thighs and seeing her butthole right above her stretched-open pussy, swallowing that king dong. She has her arms around the guy's shoulders, almost crying into his neck, as he pushes her down farther so his manhood sticks all 9 or 10 inches up inside her. Mikey seems to be sucking her perky B-cup titties stuck in his face, or so it sounds from the sloppy moaning I can hear, and Lacey is whimpering with a low, urgent grumble as her butt starts pumping up and down, her cuntlips sliding on the guy's stone-hard pole.

I found myself in a trance staring at Mikey's penis drilling my daughter's bald vagina, with her delicious buttocks pumping right above that spot. I am not gay but, seriously, I was hard just from seeing a big and beautiful dick; and knowing it gave my daughter deep sexual pleasure was, as a father, a great source of satisfaction. My ears focused on Lacey's guttural urges -- "Uhhh, fuuuuh, uhhhh, uhhhh" -- and my eyes fixated on the pleasure of watching her cunt get stuck over and over. Her groans turn into little shrieks, getting higher in pitch, and she clings tighter to the guy's chest.

He wonderfully puts his hand between their naked bodies, sliding his fingers over her clitty I'm sure (although I couldn't see it), making those girly noises start to peak. "Uhhh yeah! Fuck yeah! Ohhh fuuu yeah!" Suddenly the guy slams her body downward as forcefully as he can, simultaneously pumping his ass up and thrusting that cock deep into her body. All 10 inches disappears inside her, his balls right against her soft butt. Lacey erupts with a surprised scream, "FUCK YEAH!" and she starts sobbing into his face. I mean, you can hear tears. That long penis is rearranging her tubes inside her body, how else can 10 inches get up inside there. I've seen her take 9 inch dildos and the last inch or so requires rewriting the laws of physics. I can just imagine Lacey was feeling that dick up inside her lungs or something when he rammed it so deep.

With fingers on her clit and that cock buried all the way inside her body, little Lacey lost it, screaming and shuddering with a feminine orgasm that almost was too loud for the camera to record. "OHHH FUUUUH!" Her body trembles then spasms, almost seeming to faint, held up only by the guy's arm around her. Gasping for air and clinging tightly to him, Lacey explodes intensely for about as long an orgasm as I've ever seen her have. And I've seen a ton of her cums (caused a majority of them myself, mind you).

Watching it, the sex doesn't look that intense. Lacey is moving up and down in thrusting motions over his body, but his ass moves with hers, so his cock remains stuck deep inside her; it's not pumping in and out like a piston. It's her noises, though, that prove how fabulous she's getting fucked. Her one long orgasm dies down but she has several more cums in about a five minute span, they roll after each other in waves. She keeps clinging to Mikey's face, never making eye contact or kissing him, just holding on while he sticks that dick up her twat and makes her feel divine.

The end comes pretty suddenly, too. She's in the midst of this series of intense mini-cums when Mikey starts to stiffen; his legs shoot out and his arms slide up to Lacey's armpits. He raises her body up his cockshaft, and holds her steady there. I've never seen anything like this in other porn movies, and I've tried to replicate the stunt with Lacey but I don't like how it feels. For some reason, the guy doesn't want to cum deep inside her pussy, but only about an inch or two deep. He holds Lacey as steady as he can, and on the TV you see almost all of his drooling, sloppy cock pulled out of her reddened cuntlips. But the cockhead and maybe a tiny bit of his shaft are still inside that wet hole. Lacey wants to pump her ass but he clamps both hands on her buttocks and holds her steady, then his body vibrates and his balls seem to contract. She squeals and you can tell he's pumping jism inside her tube. That dick must have had a ton of cum and Mikey is putting it all into her vagina, and since his cock is so huge, her cunt is tight around it so no sperm comes dripping out. He's unloading his orgasm inside my daughter and she's hollering in pleasure about it.

Soon after shooting the last drops inside her pussy, Mikey lifts Lacey off of himself. The look on her face is precious; her eyes are almost closed, and she's got a glistening-wet face wet from tears. That big cock made her cry! Daddy was jealous. She wasn't moving much, she ended up kneeling on the sofa leaning into him still. He drops his face down and starts licking one of Lacey's sexy little nipples, salivating all over her boob, while she's lost in a daze. Her face is wrinkled like she's in pain, and she's breathing in short bursts as if a big breath would hurt. Her messy wet pussy is just saturated in liquids, and it still looks stretched out of shape.

Mikey moves off the sofa and Lacey collapses onto her ass in a ball of late-teenage flesh. He disappears behind the camera, and there's bumping noises like he's trying to take the camera off of the tripod. You hear him curse a couple of times until the camera suddenly lifts from its position. (Lacey later told me, he didn't fuck around with the tripod, he just left the camera on it and lifted the whole damned thing.) The camera moves closer to the well-fucked girl and then zooms in on her wet cunt. She dutifully spreads her thighs, and sitting on the sofa Daddy finds himself gazing at his daughter's vagina moments after a powerful, frenetic fucking. It looks just delicious; my mouth watered at the sight.

Then Mikey pans up her body, and as her naked tits come into view, you can see bite marks on both of them! He was chewing her nipples and breasts while fucking her; no wonder she was crying.

Finally her gorgeous face fills the large-screen TV. The tears are evident, but she's smiling. Mikey moans off screen, "Tell your Daddy if you had a good time."

Lacey giggles, showing that however painful the fucking was she loved it, and she waives at me through the camera. "Daddy, I hope you're having a great birthday, I know I loved Mikey's cock! Now every time you sit on this sofa, you'll have to remember this is where Mikey fucked me!" Then with a final waive, she purrs, "Bye!" and the camera goes black.

Leaning flatter on the sofa watching the TV, I grabbed my dick, knowing the good stuff was about to start.

The third scene of the DVD is in our kitchen. It's got to be morning when the scene was filmed; there is bright sunlight on the one wall to the side, which only happens pretty early in the morning. The camera is on its tripod again, with the view filled by our kitchen table and the big bay window behind it. As the scene starts, neither Lacey nor anyone else are visible.

But a couple of seconds later, Lacey comes from behind the camera, wearing a black lacy nightie that has spaghetti straps over her petite shoulders and falls about midway over her hot butt. It's pretty transparent; the shape of her body and the top half of her asscrack are not left to the imagination. She's reaching behind herself, and then you see she's holding hands with some guy. He's not quite the muscular young stud that Mikey was; at first his face it out of view, but you see he's got to be middle-aged, has a definite belly, and ample curly hairs on his somewhat-flabby chest of mixed black and gray colors. He's got on boxer shorts, tented out by his erection, which by the shape was probably a tiny bit smaller than her Daddy's penis.

The two obviously have a pre-arranged plan. He stops between the camera and table, and turns sideways; meanwhile Lacy has dropped to her knees in front of him. She reaches up and those boxers come down, and his nicely shaped 7 inches of cockmeat fall into view. Good pointy helmet, and thick dark veins on the base of his shaft. He has a scraggly bush of dark pubic hair around his balls. Lacey grins at it, obviously familiar with it, and leans in to give it a short lick. Then the guy turns to the camera and jumps up onto the table, and the next thing you see, he's sitting with his meaty ass at the edge of my kitchen table, legs dangling off, spreading this thick hairy thighs to show off his penis, balls and ugly butthole. Right where I eat.

"Daddy," Lacey beams into the camera, "this is the kitchen where we eat, and um, like, we're going to, um, like, just fuck each other so everything you eat here you will think all about it."

The guy chirps in with a raspy voice, "Satisfy our cravings, sorta."

With the overweight, hairy naked guy leaning back on my kitchen table, Lacey pulls her slender young body in the slinky nightie up to the table kneeling on a chair. She has this look in her eye like she hasn't fucked cock for days. Making sure to look back at the camera to entice her perverted father, Lacey reaches out with one small hand and holds the guy's dick straight up. He starts stroking her long golden-blonde, curly hair like she's some kind of pet or something. My slutty offspring leans forward and begins licking the man's stiff dick up and down, loudly slurping as she tastes the precum on its head or its manly aroma down at the fat base. Her little ass sticks out as she leans forward, the nightie not covering her asshole or pussylips when she shakes her hot fanny at the camera.

"That's it, suck my cock sweetie, oh yeah you're good," growls the turned-on stranger.

Getting the guy's dick as hard as it could be with her fleeting wet kisses, Lacey leans upright more and bends her head down so its right above the penis. Still holding the cock at the base in one hand, her small fingers so tiny compared to its massive adult size, her thin lips open and she begins taking the head of the dick into her mouth. Slurping even more loudly, getting the cock all wet, Lacey pushes her face down and shoves a couple of good inches inside. The man moans and keeps stroking her hair, his other hand behind himself to prop up his flabby chest. Lacey is way too beautiful and precious for this unkempt, hairy older jerk, so watching this DVD always makes me love her so much more.

The guy's hand moves to the back of her skull, no longer stroking her hair, but arching his fat fingers around her 19 year old head. His eyes are transfixed on my daughter's lips around his hard penis. I can see the wedding ring on his finger now, on the hand feeling this young woman suck his cock. Lacey is making a breakfast of this man's dick and pumping her mouth energetically up and down, her whole face bobbing as she sucks the top two or three inches of the prick. As her lips recede up the shaft, thick glistening saliva starts to drip down his wide penis, then gets gobbled up when her lips move down to return to the spot.

She puts her hands down on her thighs, leaning up farther now, her gorgeous sexy naked ass wiggling at the camera. God, I thought, holding my penis in my hands watching this DVD, if she were here right now I'd just start fucking that tight ass. She's so hot. My eyes moved from her glorious butthole back to her face, sucking hard on the erection in her lips. She's sucking air hard, preparing herself. The guy is watching and moaning something that doesn't make it to the camera. Lacey pushes her mouth down, taking a big breath. The guy pushes his hand down.

And Lacey stuffs the man's penis into her throat.

Her whole body gags; you can see her upper body convulse, she makes this sick, inhuman choking noise. But the guy doesn't let her head up, instead shoving her face down until her lips are against his balls. I find this moment extremely sexy, because Lacey allows herself to act contrary to her own body's design just to bring pleasure to this ugly man. She's done it for me, too, and it's intensely erotic -- plus her tight throat just fucking feels awesome around a cock. Lacey fights the revolt of her body to the thick intruder in her throat, closing her eyes and putting her back into the effort to keep her mouth secured around the pulsating erection in her mouth. Her jaw is open as far as possible; she's hardly touching the prick with anything but the back of her tongue and her tight hole in her neck.

The man is sneering at the deep-throat blowjob. "Yeah, honey, suck me down!"

I know what to watch at this point; her chest starts heaving inside her negligee. Her stomach muscles ripple in waves, and her shoulders shudder from the shocks. Her face betrays a feeling she cannot resist; her little figure is about to give into forces of nature. Even with the man's hand on her head, Lacey jerks upright and pops her mouth off of his penis, and literally at that moment, her entire torso violently quakes and there is an ungodly sickening choking noise. From her open mouth, a small stream of thick, clear liquids bursts out, cascading over her lip and chin and splattering on her nightie covering her breasts and stomach. Then another convulsion, and more vomit bursts out.

She turns away from the man, towards the camera, so she doesn't get him messy and also lets me watch her make a fucking putrid mess of her face, neck and chest. After three bursts of vomit, she fights the reaction and chokes back subsequent gags. Grabbing her nightie by her hips, she lifts it to her face as a rag and wipes off some of the mess, though hardly all of it. Her eyes are tearing a bit, but she is trying to smile, and as soon as her mouth is clear she even laughs at herself.

Then it's right back to work. She pulls her golden hair over her shoulders, some strands now soiled from the vomit, takes a couple of breaths, and shoves his penis back inside her mouth. Once again, he puts his hand on her skull and drives her whole face downward, until his 7 inches of meat are inside her neck again. The way she's angled, you can see her neck expand along the depth of his cock, it's very sexy. Lacey forces her face down to swallow his penis and bury his hairy balls around her lips and slimy chin. Gagging noises come out of her mouth, but she dutifully keeps that cock shoved up her body as deep as he can stuff it.

This time, he holds her head down with both hands, impaling himself entirely inside her neck. Her body shakes a couple of times, and then there's a moan from her plus a reaction, her body tries to jerk off and away. The guy doesn't let go, keeping her planted on him. Five, ten seconds pass, with Lacey's throat containing his adult erection. She moves her hands from her thighs to his knees, steadying herself. Another convulsion; this time, she tries to push herself up. But he won't let go. Fifteen seconds. She's pushing hard and moaning and her eyes are clenched shut to endure the pain, while her chest is trying to breath and vomit again. Twenty seconds. She kicks the chair away, standing on the floor with one foot, trying to get away from the feelings inside her body.




What To Do When Lacey Is Out



He releases her, and she pulls off but immediately doubles over, gagging, choking for air, and a stream of slimy puke pours out of her mouth again, hanging like a rope from her mouth until she has another convulsion and a fat blob of the goo splatters onto the kitchen floor. Lacey is trying to breathe but she can't, making motions with no air, until she chokes hard and swallows a mouthful of air and mucus. That sets off a flurry of deep, nasty coughs, keeping her bent over and holding her knees, spitting out the acidic taste in her mouth while also trying to regain her breathing and empty her lungs.

She's a trooper, and within a few seconds, she's breathing again although hard, and her nose is flowing with mucus which is now smeared all over her lower face. Her black nightie glistens from the liquids, her hair is tangled back. Think she's done? No way. After sucking up the air and lifting her nightie again to wipe her face clean, exposing her glistening-wet cuntlips in the process, she pulls the chair back up to the table, kneels on it, and climbs over the man's dick with her mouth.

Lacey begins deep-throating him a third time, only there's not much gagging; she's getting used to it. She pumps her body up and down now, taking the lead in giving him head. Her lips wrap tightly on the shaft as she slides it into her throat, where she leaves it a few seconds, then she slides back to the top for a breath of air with only the wet cockhead in her lips. She goes down again all the way, swallowing the prick with just sickening choking noises; staying down and whipping her head side to side, she shows she's in control. A good ten, fifteen seconds later, she pulls up and has a painful breath.

"Geez, goddamned cocksucker you are," praises her surprised lover. You don't have to read minds to know he doesn't get any of this from his wife.

My daughter stops shoving him into her throat, but now is bobbing up and down until his peckerhead hits the back of her mouth. She's coating his prick again with sloppy juices, probably not just saliva anymore. He has her hair in a fist, tangling it together behind her head, feeling her mouth work magic up and down his shaft.

The guy yanks her hair up, pulling her face painfully off his prick, and Lacey coughs then laughs. The guy lets go of her hair and puts both hands behind himself, then he pulls his knees up to the table on both of his sides, so he's spread entirely wide. His meaty dick and little balls don't look so big now, compared to his flabby thighs and hairy ugly butt.

Lacey seems to know what to do, sliding the chair closer, kneeling on it with one leg while her other foot is on the floor. Bent over still, her hip more than her ass facing the camera, she leans in to kiss the man's sexy penis then she starts licking south. I watch my daughter lick down the man's prick until she's lapping at his hairy balls, making him giggle and squirm. Ticklish, apparently. Lacey is expert at this; she lightly sucks his scrotum, rolling her tongue around it, gently caressing his balls with her wet tongue. As her mouth pulls back, she uses just her pointy tongue-tip to trace the shape of his balls, softly, gingerly teasing them with her licking.

"C'mon honey," the man grunts, "do it, eat my ass."

He spreads more, pulling one leg up with his hand under his knee, and Lacey is already moving down. Her tongue stays out, and with a stealthy glance at the camera, she closes her eyes and slides forward. I start watching my 19 year old daughter lick the nasty hairy butthole of this overweight naked dude.

At first, she is just tracing his puckered hole with her tonguetip, lightly circling it, but soon her tongue is working hard against it right at the entrance. He moans at the feeling, his ass wiggling slightly on the table. Lacey laughs and proceeds, moving her lips against his butthole and giving his shit exit a wet French kiss. Sealing her mouth on his ass, Lacey moans and starts stuffing tongue up his butthole. The guy groans and his head falls back, moaning how hot it feels, while my daughter's tongue begins to invade his anus.

By now, I was jerking myself rhythmically watching the DVD, admiring how Lacey was eating this man's cock and ass right on our kitchen table. The image has never left me, every time I eat there, which I guess was exactly what she wanted.

I happen to know Lacey will eat an ass because she thinks men like it; she'll even volunteer to do it, or just do it without asking, to prove what a full-service slut she is. But she has told me she doesn't fantasize about it. So I wasn't surprised, the first time I saw this DVD (on my birthday, naturally), that she licks this guy's asshole for only about 30 seconds.

The two choreographed some kind of plan for this short skin flick, because after rimming the guy's butthole, Lacey slowly gets to her feet and smiles at the jerk until he rolls off the table. His cock is nice and hard, dripping with all sort of her juices. Now it's Lacey's turn to crawl onto the table, her flimsy see-through nightie covered in spots of puke, and she turns around on it to lie on her back. Instead of lying to get fucked in her cunt, however, she lies so that her head is at front edge, sort of off to the side from the camera. Then she squirms around and slides backwards, enough for her head to completely fall off the table, lying upside-down, and her tangled messy golden hair drops towards the floor. On her chest, her B-cup tits make two dark hills inside her tight nightie.

Fatso steps up to the table, propping one foot flat on the chair to raise his knee. The girl looks upside-down at him, anxiously waiting his penis. He keeps his side to the camera, so the good stuff is filmed, and leans forward until his cockhead is at Lacey's mouth. With her lying on her back and head dangling off the table, her neck and throat are in a straight line, and it's obvious he's setting up to deep-dick her mouth again. She puts her hands across her stomach, and opens her mouth expectantly.

"Ready for it honey?" the blimp moans down to her, lifting his cock in his hand.

Lacey is almost giggly, even with her face and hair all messy and upside-down. "Watch this, Daddy," she orders playfully at me through the camera, although not looking at it, "watch me suck his cock this way, Daddy."

The guy plops his cockhead inside her lips, then with short pumps of his meaty buttocks, begins pushing more shaft into her mouth. Lacey moans but doesn't move, very passively letting him fuck her. He reaches forward with a hand and clamps fingers around her jaw and throat, in part to hold her in place, maybe also to feel his dick penetrate her. She just opens her mouth even wider. Almost taking a step forward he leans his pelvis into the table and thrusts his erection deeper still down her mouth, and a gagging noise announces he's penetrated her throat. Lacey tries not to move, but her hands do plant on the table as leverage. The guy mumbles to himself and salivates, feeling the tightness of her throat around his dick, pushing himself deeper inside. His big butt clenches, then his pelvis starts bouncing back and forth bit by bit, ramming that dick into my daughter's mouth farther and farther.

Pretty soon he's almost all the way inside, his balls bouncing off Lacey's nose, and the camera records her neck expanding to take his erect penis. Lacey starts gagging now, like earlier, her tummy shaking and her legs twitching into the air. Her hands instinctively reach above her head, to push him away, but for a moment he stays implanted in her mouth and throat. Another convulsion, this one more urgent, and finally he pulls back. Just the moment his dick pulls out, Lacey throws up more bile and slime, only this time gravity pulls the stinky mess down her dangling head. A stream of the clear shit from her stomach runs into her nostrils, pooling over her clenched-shut eyelids, and drains past her forehead onto her hair. She starts flapping her hand back and forth rapidly over her face trying to avoid something else happening inside her body, but she can't, and a couple seconds later she has a second barf, a violent one, sending more of the gunky mess down her face and smearing into her hair.

The older man watches her throw up and patiently waits for her to regain her breath, but as soon as she has taken a couple of deep gulps of air, he moves forward again, moaning, "Ready for it again, baby?" He doesn't wait for her to say anything, but Lacey sticks her head back and opens her mouth again, and he shoves that dick into her mouth once more. Below his cock and balls, my daughter's eyes are still closed, and she is trying to blow the gunk out of her upside-down nostrils to breathe while sucking the soft fat helmet of the man's penis. Her body is still squirming all around on the table, and he's not even in her throat yet, but she resiliently relaxes her head and throat so he can get deeper.

As the guy plunges into her neck, leaning his heavy body into her face and mashing his balls on her nose, he grunts in appreciation. "All the way in, baby, all the way, that's it."

His fat ass is now undulating back and forth, pumping his penis in and out of her throat. She can't breath much, because when her throat is clear of cock, she has to fight to regain breathing. He allows her a few breaths at one point, and when she moans, "Ready," he sticks it back into her mouth so far that his balls are crunched between her face and his flabby thighs. He keeps pumping her mouth like it's a tight pussy, fucking it in and out, using his ass and hips in long slow motions to drive his penis back and forth. Standing above her, the guy is staring down at her slender body, particular at her wet vagina exposed by her short nightie, now bunched around her hips.

Lacey holds herself steady when he penetrates her throat, pushing back into her neck, but with her head upside-down and the passage straight, it's easier for him to slide it inside. The gagging continues each time he pushes in, but she doesn't have the vomit reflect anymore; the guy just fucks that tight hole, and she takes it. She still can't open her eyes, with the puke covering her eyelids.

"Alright baby," he announces in a mumble, "I wanna cum, let me fuck that ass."

He pulls back and withdraws his manhood, leaving Lacey to lie on her back and try to return to normal breathing. Her throat hurts, she chokes a bit while taking deep breaths. After wiping her fingers through the mess on her eyelids so she can at least open them, she rolls onto her stomach and smiles toward the camera. Her face is ridiculously disgusting; hair matted and soiled, thick gooey liquids all over her skin, nose still running. Not the sight of a girl you'd pick up at a bar, but, she looked eminently fuckable. She took another moment to swallow some air then the man helped her rotate around the table, until her ass is in the direction of the camera. She slides her legs off and touches her feet to the floor, parting them, the black nightie bunched over her waist so her ass and legs are nude.

Lacey's little butt is so fucking sexy. The jerk admires it, standing behind it, then he has Lacey spread her legs more and stick her ass back towards him. Her wet cuntlips are dripping below her little anal orifice. The adult male eyes his target and steps toward Lacey again, holding his penis in one hand and rubbing it over her asshole. She moans and pushes her backside toward him too, her arms stretched across the table and her breasts pressed into the tabletop. Steadying herself on the table, she lets her friend start rubbing his cockhead on her butthole.

"Fuck my ass!" she screams.

He does, jamming his dick's head into her, stretching that tight hole. She winces and squeals excitedly, steadying herself for more. The married man pumps his ass in jerking motions to squeeze his cock bit by bit into her small, flexible hole, making her muscles relax and get bigger as he goes deeper. She is discomforted, but she pants and squints her eyes and begs for it. "More, more, fuck my ass, more!" She rams backwards now, as he slams toward her, and their bodies meet with a slapping noise. Her little asscheeks and athletic thighs ripple from the impact of the man's superior weight, while her asscheeks grind against his lower abdomen.

The man chuckles. "Fuckin' tight!" His hands grip her hips, not so much to hold her steady but more to keep her torso from falling off the table, as he starts dicking her butt over and over. His knees are bent, lowering his penis enough to have a comfortable angle into her ass. Lacey is leaning forward hard to take his dick in her butt and soon he's built a good rhythm, pounding her little body while plunging his cock into her.

Having seen this anal fucking many times, I knew it's not the best part of the scene. I was really aroused watching this video, as always happens, and I didn't want to be bored by the anal sex. It's a bit slow and, frankly, nothing happens other than him drilling her ass about a hundred times. Holding my erection in one fist, my other hand reached for the remote and fast-forwarded to the end of the part where he's doing her butt. I know about how long it is and where it ends, so I returned to normal play at just about the right moment. He pulls his dick out of her ass, not having cum yet, although that was I suppose the original plan. But his cock is so red from being squeezed by her throat and ass, and he has this look of blueballs on his face.

"Get on your knees, hussy," he barks to my daughter, pulling her off the table and making her descend onto the floor. She does at told, smiling at me through the camera then up at the face of her lover. Her face is still a mess, her hair tangled and disgusting. He pays attention to none of that and wraps both hands around her head, stepping in front of her and roughly shoving his prick into her mouth again. Lacey hardly has time to react but barely gets a deep breath, before taking his erection into her throat again. His fat fingers disappear into her tangled messy hair, and he holds her small skull like a ball in some sport, pulling it into his body while at the same time pushing his penis forward. Big penis enters her tight throat, and she can't stop it with his strong hands around her head. His ass starts flapping and he's banging his pubes into my daughter, ramfucking her throat deep, his moans building to a peak.

Lacey's hands are on the fronts of his thighs, trying to push away or steady herself, but it's unnecessary, he has her head in both hands and is using it as his cum receptacle. The guy blurts out one last loud moan and his ass clenches tight, while his cock is stuffed into the back of Lacey's throat. He's ejaculating directly into her stomach, she won't even have to swallow. Lacey's body is pulled into his cock so his dick can shoot his cream past her throat into her neck and stomach.

Watching the man cum so roughly and so deep in Lacey's mouth is a massive turn-on, and I feel my cock about to cum watching this scene -- again. This scene always gets me off. Jerking my penis faster, even pumping my abdomen, I masturbated myself to climax just after the man is done filling Lacey's throat with his spunk.

He pulls out, leaving Lacey to double-over again and try to catch her breath. It is the man, not Lacey, who ends the scene. "Happy birthday, Daddy," he giggles in a low masculine voice, "how do you like what I did to your little princess on your kitchen table?"

(Nothing Daddy hasn't done since first seeing this movie, trust me.)

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"CUM IN ME, I LOVE YOU, FUCK ME!"

Lacey hardly knew what she was saying, or hardly meant the words, her body was on fire. Looking down past her tits and tummy, she saw Charlie's flat abdomen pumping up and down at the same rhythm that Lacey was swirling her hips in circles. Her arms were straight out clutching the headboard, with streaks of sweat dripping down her underarms and forehead and back. Her feet were flat on the bed, legs bent to both sides of her upright body, her knees pointed at the ceiling. As she straddled the hot married man and rode his large penis, she was lost in lust at the feeling of his wonderful meaty cock stretching and filling her aching wet vagina.

His hands were on her hips, feeling her ride him, his eyes still staring at her smallish B-cup titties and her tiny body for about the past 45 minutes, or however long she's been riding him. Instead of letting him bend her over and him doing all the work, as they did in their first part of the fuckathon tonight, Lacey decided to keep him sitting on his ass and ride him herself cowgirl-style. Slow, sensuous pace; rapid, animal fucking; long-lasting, steady fucking; she changed the pace back and forth numerous times, never letting him cum, keeping him rockhard and interested.

But now, feeling he was ready to explode, the 19 year old picked up the pace as fast as she could and furiously gyrated her little hips over his dick to whip it in every direction. Her tight, wet cuntlips clenched on his cock to milk it of every drop, while her hands gripped the top edge of the wooden headboard as tightly as she could so that she could lean back forcefully while squatting her cunt down on his penis. It was making all of her limbs sore, from her stretched-out arms to her folded legs and even her ankles as her feet tries to prop up her undulating body. As tired and sweaty as she was, Lacey wasn't about to let up until he was pumping more sperm in her pussy.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," the guy was groaning as she fucked him, "fuck me yeah baby fuck me."

Her mind had given into the emotions of the succulent sex. "I love your cock, Charlie, I love you!" She began ramming up and down, not swirling, pushing her body up from the balls of her feet and slightly unbending her legs, but then letting gravity slide her pussy back down his penis, then doing it back and forth as fast as she could. "Your cock is so good, fuck me, cum in me!"

"Fuckin' slut," sneered her friend, at the moment staring at her clit poking out under her pussy as she rose up on his penis.

Her hard work riding his dick was rewarded; he couldn't hold it back any longer, and he began spurting his cum. Lacey didn't entirely realize it, too busy riding him, but moving high up his cock she felt the cum pouring out, and she instantly slammed her ass down onto his thighs. Taking his penis all the way up her cunt she made him spew his load inside her pussy again, the third time tonight. "Yeah cum baby!" the girl excitedly demanded while she sank her pussy as far down his penis as she could. Attuned to it, now she could sense his orgasm, and she smiled in pride at having made this hot adult man spew his load inside her twat again.

"Oh fuck!" She slowed her pace, keeping her vagina around his erection after his cum slowed down, bending her face down and lifting his jaw with both of her hands. Lacey pressed a simple kiss on his lips, then licked his closed mouth with her tongue. "Fuck your cock is so hot, I love fucking your cock!"

"We gotta fuck again," panted her new friend in return, smacking her ass as she sat on him. "I'd love to fuck you again tonight -- but --"

Lacey frowned, and looked at the clock. Not quite 10 pm. "What's the matter baby, you aren't saying you have to go, do you?"

The man's body language, a shrug and frown, suggested otherwise. "Well, not, I mean . . . ."

Fuck, she thought to herself, pulling off of him with a moment of pain. Her pussy was saturated in cunt juice. "It's ok if you have to stop, but -- well, I thought you'd have until--" The frown in his brown eyes made her pout too. "What the fuck, Charlie, you said, like, midnight or something."

"What the fuck?" defensively snipped her bedmate, looking at her like an elder might a naive teenager. "I didn't say nothing, but I gotta keep this secret, baby, I thought you understood that?"




What to Do When the A/C Is Out



My room mate and I had been out on a pub crawl with a bunch of friends when we realized well after midnight that we were the only ones left standing, so we jumped in a cab and went home.

When we opened the door we were hit with a wall of heat! The A/C had quit again. As we both knew what to do, I went to the fridge stripping off my shirt to get some cold ones. 

When I got to the couch he was down to his underwear and rolling a fat joint. Handing him a cold one, I stripped down to my shorts too.

As we passed the joint we reviewed the evening and both wondered why we ended up home alone as there were so many hot women along for at least some of the crawl.

We compared the women we must have driven away by our excesses when I reached over the couch arm to find the lighter.

As I was saying that they just couldn't keep up with us I felt him slide his hand under the waist band of my underwear to cup my balls and say: "I guess we are the only ones that can handle each other!"

I was drunk and high enough that I didn't immediately react to the fact that another guy was caressing my sack and rolling my balls around while he pressed his thumb on my taint. My immediate reaction was to moan.

"I don't know what the fuck you think you are doing but don't stop now that feels to fucking great." I said spreading my legs to give him better access.

As he tried to push my shorts down with his free hand he said: "Neither do I but your balls hanging down looked so good I just had to see what they felt like." He replied as I felt him press his crotch against my thigh. He was as hard as a rock and felt huge. We had always been casual about dress or undress around the apartment and had seen each other going back and forth to the bath to piss or shower, but I had never seen his cock hard. It felt hot against my leg and not just by temperature.

I have had fantasies of making it with another guy but always as part of a threesome, never as a purely gay experience, but if this was going to happen I was going to make the most of it. 

I got my legs together long enough to push my underwear down under my knees and pull my legs out of them. I went back to spreading my legs , wider this time giving Tom full access to what ever he desired. 

As he squeezed my balls he reached around my hip to take my shaft into his hand and slowly stroke me. I was as hard as I could ever remember when only moments ago I was soft.

"I always wondered how big your cock was and when I could hear you banging some chick through the wall, it made me so hot. If I was with someone hearing you made me hotter and she got more than she would have normally gotten."

"And if you were alone? What would you do then?" I asked.

"I would jerk this cock off thinking of sucking you. Can I suck your cock now?" He said rubbing his cock up and around my leg. He was leaking pre-cum like an open faucet and his pants were wet and leaving a trail of man juice on me.

By now his thumb was rolling around my ass hole and it was fucking intense! I reached back between my legs and caught the end of his bone with my hand. I rolled his cock head with my fingers as I pushed my ass back in his face. I wanted to push his underwear down but couldn't reach.

"If you keep teasing my fuck hole you might have to do a lot more. " I told him.

I tried to turn around but he wasn't having any of it as he ran his tongue up my ass crack covering it with his spit. After he had me sloppy wet he covered my hole with his mouth and started working me over with his tongue.

"I knew you would have a tight little fuck hole, have you ever had anything in it?"

"Nothing bigger than a finger, but is tonight the night?" I ask really getting into it.

"Well first things first, when I would listen to you fuck and I was jerking off I thought of sucking your cock clean and if I don't do that now, I may chicken out and never try again." He said as he rolled me over to be sitting. As he pushed down his shorts he covered my cock with his mouth.

His shorts now off he pulled me by the hips to the edge of the couch pushing more of my meat into his mouth. As he worked his tongue around the crown he stroked my shaft. As he worked me over he used his free hand to pull me forward more so that my ass was hanging off the couch.

He lifted his mouth off me long enough to say: "Put your legs up, put your feet on the couch and spread your cheeks slut." 

I couldn't believe it I was doing it without thinking and as I was spreading my ass cheeks I felt like a slut! And I didn't care as he covered a couple of his fingers with spit to press on my ass hole. 

It felt so fucking good I almost came then but caught myself and let him work his magic. Before I knew it he had a finger easily up my butt and soon another followed. He was bobbing his head up and down while fucking my ass when his fingers found my prostate. 

I grabbed his face and tried to pull him off my cock: "Oh fuck, stop, I can't cum yet!" I begged.

Reluctantly he freed my cock but didn't stop finger fucking my hole to say:" NO way, I have wanted this for too long, you fill my mouth with your splooge now before I realize what we are doing and stop. If I never do anything like this again I want to know I did everything to answer these nasty questions screaming in my head. So shut the fuck up and cum bitch, let this man work."

He goes back to sucking and I can't take it anymore and blow. I blow like I can't ever remember. I have had a lot of blow jobs, some much better than others but this is by far the best ever. I shoot with such force I can see his eyes snap wide open as I shoot again and again. Tom doesn't budge an inch and swallows it all while sucking and stroking and fingering my ass faster and faster until I have lifted myself off the couch and am holding his head in my hands. He has stopped stroking my shaft and is squeezing my nut sack like he is milking me dry. I am at that sensitive point women never understand where it feels soo fucking good but can't stand anything touching my cock head. But, he is a guy and just knows as he is now working only the shaft with his lips tight around it. 

As I settle down on the couch he slowly pulls his fingers from my ass and I shoot a little more as he milks me with his lips.

As I slowly come down from my sexual high he sits next to me and takes a drink of beer. I look at him and ask: "What the fuck brought that on? Not that I'm complaining."

"I don't know, I have been wondering for a while what bit would be like and your balls looked so hot in your shorts and I was so horny from the night, I figured what the fuck, you know?"

As I rolled down between his legs I took his shaft into my hand and said: "Yeah, I know."



What To Do With A Dick



I was home thinking, thinking about dick. No, sorry guys, girls just don't site at home dreaming about dicks all the time. So let me explain why I was sitting at home thinking about dick. My husband sometimes works on Saturdays, and often when he does, I take time to go out with my girlfriends. And that's what it did this morning. You know what girls do when they get together...they shop. Oh, and they talk. And no, we don't always talk about guys, but today we did.

While two of my girlfriends and I were walking out of a store, we passed an absolutely gorgeous guy, tall, but not too tall, muscular, but not a crazy body builder, just simply hot. One of my girlfriends mentioned that as soon as she saw him, she was already envisioning him naked. At the time, I wasn't but upon hearing this, I must admit that I did the same...and it was quite a nice vision. But my other girlfriend mentioned that she just didn't see what was attractive about a naked man. She was definitely straight (and as more than a few men could verify) certainly liked sex, but she made it clear she didn't like naked men. So that started a debate.

I stayed mostly silent as my girlfriends debated the pros and cons of naked men. I initially paid attention, but must admit that in a very short while I found myself thinking of naked men. I thought of the gorgeous guy that passed us, I thought of a couple actors, but ultimately I thought about my husband. I thought about them all naked and I liked it. Oh, there was a lot that I liked about naked men, but it all kept coming back to their dick. I can't say why, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Of course I loved feeling of it in my pussy, but that's not what my mind was stuck on. And despite what some people say about blowjobs being for men only, I loved them too. I loved the feeling of a throbbing dick in my mouth, I love the noises that I could induce in my husband, I loved the spasms that his body would make, and I loved his hot and sticky cum in my mouth. But no, my mind wasn't thinking about that either.

Driving home and arriving at the house, all I could think about was looking at his dick. I realized that in actuality, I almost never saw his dick. Yes, I saw my husband naked all the time, but seeing your naked husband walk out of the shower doesn't really count. I almost never saw his dick hard. I'd certainly felt it hard, and sucked it hard, and fucked it hard, but I hadn't really seen it hard.

Just about then, I heard his car pull into the driveway. Needless to say, I was super horny and I was definitely going to get some dick. I greeted him and the door and gave him a big hug and kiss. He knew something was up when I gave him the kiss as it wasn't the typical "welcome home" kiss. He asked how my day was and I told him I went shopping with a few friends. Right then, an idea popped into my mind and I told him to put his bag away and then come into the bedroom and I'd show him the clothes I bought. (I hadn't bought anything, and so that's exactly what I would show him – nothing.) I ran into the bedroom, stripped off my clothes, and waited for him to come in. I was standing naked next to the bathroom door when he entered. His eyes grew wide when he saw me and simply muttered, "um".

"Well babe, I didn't buy any clothes today, so I have nothing to wear."

As he approached, I decided it was time to make sure I got what I wanted, so I told him to stop. Five feet from me, with a somewhat puzzled look on his face, he stopped. "If you want to come any closer, you're going to have to get naked too." He quickly obeyed as I knew he would.

I looked him over a bit, but my eyes focused on his dick. It was clearly bigger than it had been a few minutes ago, but it certainly wasn't hard. He took another step towards me, but I stopped him again (it was time to have a little fun with him). "I thought you'd be happy to see me."

When he replied that he was, I pointed at his dick and countered, "Really? Because it looks here that you're only somewhat happy to see me."

His dick immediately bounced a bit as blood pulsed into it. Watching that made me happy. He knew that I had something up as I never really acted like this before. I decided that I'd tease him a little first, so informed him, "You know we're not going to have sex."

Again, the puzzled look returned to his face. I approached him slowly before suddenly grabbing his dick with my left hand. I wrapped my thumb and fingers around the shaft and felt it harden some more then added, "So if we're not going to fuck, what should I do with this?"

I'm not sure if he was trying to think of a response or just trying to figure out what had gotten into me, but either way he stood there speechless. I adjusted my hand on his dick while he thought. He started with, "Well..." but then trailed off. Even with the slight movement of my fingers, I could feel his dick continue to grow. I knew why he wasn't speaking – he didn't need to. Why should he speak when he had a naked girl holding his dick in her hands?

"Well, I guess I could suck it." As his eyes widened at this obviously pleasurable suggestion, I felt his dick pulsate as more blood flowed into it. Suddenly, I squeezed it tightly and added, "No, I don't think I'm really in the mood to suck it."

Again, the confusion struck him. Who knew what was going through his mind? I certainly didn't, but I did know what was going through mine. With a firm grasp on his shaft, I walked him over to the bed and lay down. He crawled into bed after me and started to lay on top when I had to remind him that we weren't going to have sex. Finally, he managed a coherent sentence, "So what are we going to do?"

"Well," I started as I dragged him into bed. Never letting go of his cock, I guided him over me so that while I was lying on my back with my head propped against a pillow, he was kneeling over me, one leg on each side. I tugged him up towards me so that his dick was right above my breasts, a little less than a foot from my face. I continued, "Well, you're not going to do anything..." with that, I finally let my right hand join the party and with both hands on his dick, I looked him in the eyes and added, "but I'm going to make you cum."

Already I had noticed that his dick was leaking some of that oh so sweet clear and sticky juice, but certainly with that last sentence, I felt a little more ooze out. My right hand drifted to his balls and began gently massaging them between its fingers. I took my left hand off for a second so I could get a better look at what I was dealing with. Circling my right thumb and index finger around his sac, I gently squeezed and pulled down a little bit so I could get a better view.

There floating erect about my nipples was a beautiful site. Long and hard, it stood there waiting for me. I used just the index finger of my left hand to oh so lightly touch the very tip of that structure. In tiny little circular motions, I rubbed my index finger over the mouth of his cock. I watched his dick pulse and throb with each circle. As my right hand squeezed ever so tighter around his balls, I traced my left finger from the tip down the shaft. As my finger glided down his dick it left a glistening trail of sweet pre-cum.

Looking up at his face for a moment, I noticed that his eyes were closed. I smiled, as I knew that meant that he was doing just fine. When I moved my finger back up the length of his shaft to that ever so sensitive frenulum, I felt the strongest pulsation yet course through his cock and I smiled again, as I knew that as much fun as he was having, I was having even more. I watched his veins engorge with blood and the rock in my hands hardened even further, if that was even possible.

I squeezed and stroked and heard a moan. And then I realized that it wasn't really his dick that I so wanted to see, it was his orgasm. I wanted his cum and I wanted it now! I tensed my fingers and rubbed his slippery juices firmly into his dick. I made a fist around his dick and squeezed as hard as I could. I watched as a trickle of more clear fluid escaped. But I didn't want a trickle of clear fluid; I wanted an explosion of semem. I slid my fingers up and down and up and down over the front of his dick. As his moans grew louder, so my anticipation grew.

His muscle began to contract and I knew the moment was soon. Without thinking, I screamed, "Give it to me." His eyes opened and looked down at me while I grabbed and tugged and squeezed and rubbed. And just then it happened. I felt his dick throb as a wave of warmth surged through it and exploded. As if in slow motion, I stared as his hot and thick wad of cum shot up into the air. His dick was pointing straight towards the ceiling and so I watched his sperm fly up above my chest. But even as I watched, more cum erupted from his dick. I watched as his cum shot landed on my chest, directly between my breasts. I kept squeezing and massaging his dick while more thickness cascaded over my fingers.

My hands were a thick and sticky mess and I loved it. The best part was that I knew the night was just beginning...



What to Do With a Drunken Sailor



 There is a refrain from a song that keeps playing over and over in my head. I don't even remember for sure where it came from. I think it was something from the Kingston Trio back in the mid to late Sixties although I wouldn't bet on it. It goes:

"What to do with a drunken sailor, what to do with a drunken sailor, what to do with a drunken sailor early in the morning."

What planted the refrain in my mind? As some one once said – "Therein lies the tale."

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Kate and I have been married a little over fourteen years now. We met on a blind date, something "clicked" between us and we haven't been apart since. Well, that's not totally true. We had spats and disagreements and had separated a time or two before we got married, but we just couldn't seem to stay apart for more than a week or so at a time.

We both have decent jobs that we like and that we are not interested in giving up so early on we decided against having children. To spare Kate the hassle of birth control pills, diaphragms and the like I had the "snip job" done.

I guess you could say we are an average couple living the average middle class dream – buying our own home, two cars in the garage, money in the bank for a vacation every year – and all the other trappings of the middle class. We have a wide circle of friends close to us in age and just enough in the way of outside activities to keep life from getting boring. 

I bowl in a Thursday night house league, have a standing golf date every Saturday at 6 AM with three guys I went to school wit and I play poker with six close friends on the third Friday of every month. I also take one long weekend in the fall and go elk hunting.

Kate likes to dabble in the arts. She takes classes in painting, pottery, photography and sculpture. She has a MIG welder, and an oxy/acetylene setup with a cutting torch in the garage and she is forever making some sort of metal sculpture (and occasionally selling one). She has a book club and literary discussion group on the nights I bowl, but this tale doesn't have anything to do with any of that. It has to do with Kate's coworkers. 

Every two weeks on a Wednesday Kate stops with the girls she works with to sip margaritas (or whatever), shoot the bull in general and let off steam that their management causes to build up. If you listen to Kate the people who run her company are certifiable idiots, but then don't most of feel that way about the people over us at work? The fact of the matter (and one that I'm smart enough to never bring up in front of Kate) is that her company is consistently profitable and she has gotten a sizeable year end bonus every year she has been there. But that has nothing to do with the story either – the profitable part I mean – her coworkers definitely have something to do with it.

Kate would stop with them and on those nights she would usually come home late. She always told me not to wait up for her, but I would stay up and wait for her anyway. I did this because Kate did not handle alcohol well. A few more drinks than she should have and Kate got silly. "Dancing with a lampshade on her head silly" so maybe one night in four I'd get a call from one of Kate's coworkers telling me that Kate was in no condition to walk home let alone drive and on those nights I would have to go and pick her up.

Kate was an extremely attractive and sexy looking woman, but I never worried about some horn-dog moving in on her when she was blitzed because the lounge they stopped at wasn't that kind of place. It didn't have a dance floor, a juke box or a live band and it is almost impossible to move in on one woman sitting at a table with eight or ten others without a working line like:

"Would you care to dance?"

"I saw you sitting her alone while all the others are out there dancing. Can I keep you company?"

Face it. "I saw you sitting here and you turn me on. Want to go some place and fuck" just wouldn't get it done. Then again, if it was Pauline French sitting there it would probably work, but that is neither here or there since Pauline isn't part of this tale either.

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It was late in the fall and elk season was about to open. I was going to take my usual long weekend and try my luck. I was leaving Thursday afternoon and wouldn't be back until the following Tuesday. I asked Kate what she had planned for while I was gone and she told me that she was going to work on some of her metal sculptures and that she would be going to a Mary Kay party on Saturday. I told her that I really didn't want her to change her shade of lipstick (I didn't really care, but a smart husband has to pretend to notice things like that) and to enjoy herself and then I headed out on the hunt.

The hunt turned out to be four days in the great outdoors getting lots of fresh air. I didn't even come close to getting my elk. I saw plenty of sign, but I never saw anything except rabbits and an occasional squirrel. I struck camp and headed home and an hour out I called Kate to let her know I was almost home. When I walked into the house I found Kate waiting for me in a sexy black lace peignoir and high heels.

"Three guesses as to what I want lover and the first two don't count."

"Let me take a quick shower and I believe I can accommodate you."

"No lover, no shower, now!"

No way was I going to argue with her so I started undressing as I followed her to the bedroom. She sucked me, fucked me, sucked and fucked me a second time and would have gone a third time if I had been able.

The next morning I wok up with a hot mouth on my cock and so I just laid still and enjoyed. After I was hard enough to suit her Kate climbed on and rode us both to an orgasm and then she gave me a passionate kiss and told me to go shower while she put the coffee on.

Over breakfast I asked what was the special occasion that prompted our morning interlude.

"I missed you. I'm glad you are home."

"Maybe I should go away more often."

"Don't you dare!"

That night after dinner I was in the spare bedroom that we had turned into a home office going over some papers that I had brought home from work when she walked in wearing only high heels. The outcome was predictable and in the warm afterglow Kate surprised me and asked:

"Do you have any fantasies?"

"Just winning the lottery."

"Don't you have any sexual fantasies?"

"I have wondered what it would be like to have a naked Catherine Zeta Jones and a naked Charlize Theron in a hair pulling cat-fight over who got to give me a blow job."

"Don't you have any involving me?"

"Other than watching you being gangbanged by a bunch of college students in a fraternity house? No, none that I can think of."

"You really would like to see me gangbanged?"

"Of course not. What is this all about Kate?"

"I want to do something special for you to show you just how much I love you. I thought that if you had a fantasy I would give it to you."

"No Kate, sorry, but I don't have any."

"How about something that you would like to do that we have never done?"

"Now that's a different story."

"What? What is it?"

"We don't need to go there Kate."

"Yes we do lover. I want to know."

"You already know Kate and you have already said no and I accepted it so let it be."

"No baby, I told you I want to do something special for you."

"I don't want you doing something that you don't want to do just because you want to please me. What we have is plenty good enough."

"No lover, tell me."

I hesitated several moments and then said, "I've always wanted you to suck me to completion and then swallow and I've always wanted to try anal and you have always said no to both."

"That was then lover, but this is now" and she slid down and took me in her mouth. She gave me a halfway decent blow job considering that she had never done one before and she surprised me by swallowing my cum when I got my rocks off.

"Was it good?"

"It was great."

"Tomorrow we will do anal."

She cuddled up next to me and in minutes we were both asleep.

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In my office the next day I thought about how Kate was acting since I got back. I had no idea what had caused it, but I liked it and I hoped that it would continue. According to "The Smart Husband's Handbook" one of the ways that might help keep things moving along was to send flowers so I sent Kate a dozen roses to her at her office with a card that was simply signed, "Your secret admirer."

Kate usually beats me home by fifteen or twenty minutes and she was in the kitchen getting a start on dinner when I got there. Given the way she had behaved the last two days I half expected her to hurry over to me, throw her arms around me and give me a passionate kiss, but all she did was turn, smile at me and say:

"Hi honey. Figure a half hour until dinner" and then she turned back to what she was doing.

We made the usual "how did your day go" type talk over dinner and I waited for her to mention the roses, but she never did. I noticed that she seemed to be pre-occupied, almost like she had something on her mind.

"Anything wrong?"

"No, why?"

"You seem to be somewhere else."

She looked at me, smiled and then said, "It's nothing honey. Just a little apprehension over giving you your dessert tonight."

"My dessert?"

"You haven't forgotten that you get to tap my sexy butt tonight have you?"

"No baby, we don't need to do that."

"But I want to. I want to do it for you."

"Maybe you do, but it seems like it is bothering you, especially if it has you feeling apprehensive."

"I've never done it honey and the hole is so small and you are so big."

I let the subject drop, helped Kate clear the table and then dried the dishes and put them away as she washed them and handed them to me. When the kitchen was straight I went into the home office and started organizing the papers and receipts I would need when I did our taxes. I'd been working on things for maybe twenty minutes when I heard:

"Do you really want to mess with those silly old papers when there is something more interesting that you could be doing?"

I turned and saw Kate standing there naked except for the high heels that she knew turned me on. I dropped the pen I had in my hand, stood up and followed her to the bedroom. 

I ate her pussy and then she sucked my cock and I do have to admit that my second blow job from her was better than the first. Then I very carefully and slowly took her anal cherry. I know it hurt her at first, but she hung in there and was actually starting to get into it when I came. We showered together and she washed my cock and when we got out of the shower she pushed me back on the bed, sucked me hard and then had me do her doggie style. 

"Did I do all right?"

"You were superb."

"The anal wasn't near as bad as I thought it would be. I kind of liked it there toward the end. Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Why have you always wanted anal sex?"

"Because I'd never had it and I wanted to know what it was like."

"So it was your first time too?"

"Yep."

"Oh wow."

I woke up with a hot mouth working on my cock and when Kate saw that I was awake she got on her knees, put her head down on the pillow and said:

"My ass lover, do my ass."

When we were done I headed for the shower while Kate went to the kitchen to put the coffee on. Then she showered while I dressed and then I fixed breakfast while she dressed. Over breakfast she asked if it was my poker night and I told her no and then she told me in that case I should make sure that I hurried home because she had a surprise for me.

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When I got to work I called the florist to check on the roses I ordered and I was assured that they were delivered to Kate. They had been delivered at 3:05 in the afternoon and yes she was sure they were delivered to Kate Barton. The receptionist had pointed out Kate and the roses had been delivered to Kate at her desk.

When I hung up I was thinking that it was so unlike Kate not to have mentioned them and then I had a disquieting thought. I had only had the card say "From your secret admirer." Was there someone else who might be sending her flowers? Could there be someone else she could think of as being her secret admirer? Nah! Couldn't be. Or could it?

Kate had been extremely amorous that week; a lot more amorous than usual. Was it because she was feeling guilty over something and was somehow trying to make it up to me?

Kate's car was in the garage when I got home and when I walked into the house I hollered out:

"Honey, I'm home."

"In the family room" she called back.

I walked into the family room and stopped and stared. Kate was a living, breathing, walking wet dream. She was wearing what I believe is called a 'shelf bra.' It lifted her tits and cupped them from beneath, but didn't cover a thing. She had applied rouge or blush or something to her nipples and they were strawberry red and erect. She was wearing crotchless panties that matched the bra, a garter belt and nylons and had sexy high heels on her feet.

There was an opened bottle of wine and two glasses on the coffee table and Kate walked up to me and handed me a sheet of paper.

"The evening's menu sir. My name is Kate and I will be your server this evening. May I suggest the special of the day?"

I looked at the sheet of paper and saw that it was designed like a restaurant menu.

Welcome to Chez Barton

Open for your pleasure from 6 PM until 2 AM.

Special of the Day

"The Full Experience"

(Ask your waitress for details)

"The Chef' Surprise"

(Ask your waitress for details)

Ala Carte       Desserts



The Half Blow Job     Cunniligus 

The Full Blow Job     (with Chocolate Sauce)

Anal sex       Full Head

Vaginal Sex       (with choice of sauces)

A twenty percent gratuity will be added for parties of five or more.

I read the entire thing and then I asked, "And just what is the full experience?"

"A half order of head while you sip a glass of the house wine. Followed by a round of regular vaginal sex in the position of your choice topped off by a cleansing order of half head that will prepare you for your dessert. This evening's dessert is "Anal Supreme."

"And the "Chef's Surprise" would be?"

"Whatever the kitchen decides to send you and it is never the same for any two customers in a row."

"I think I'll go with the "Special."

"A very good choice sir. If you will just remove your trousers and briefs and lean back on the couch and relax we can begin."

I did what she said and when I was seated she poured a glass of wine and handed it to me and as I took it she knelt in front of me.

I won't even try to describe the experience. It was mind blowing. I was lying on the bed next to her in that pleasant state of exhaustion that you find yourself in when you have been totally sexually satisfied when Kate said:

"I trust that you enjoyed your stay with us this evening."

"My God Kate, it was outstanding."

"I'm glad. I wanted our last time together to be special."

"Whoa! Our last time together?" I sat up in bed and looked down at her. "What the hell does that mean?"

"I have a confession to make and I fully expect that you will not want me around after you hear what I have to say."

"A confession?"

"It is going to be hard for me to get it all out so please don't say anything until I'm done."

"I don't und..."

"Please Rob. Let me do this and then you can talk. Just before you left on your trip I told you I would be going to a Mary Kay party, but that wasn't true. Margie, one of the girls I work with, sells sexy lingerie at Mary Kay type parties. She was always talking about the parties and what a riot they were and the other girls I work with decided that they wanted to attend one. Linda volunteered to host the party and it was set for Saturday night. I told you it was a Mary Kay party because I intended to buy a bunch of sexy things and surprise you with them.

"It was a party and there was drinking and you know how I get when I drink. You weren't here for me to call if I got wasted so I decided not to drink at all. Linda noticed and I told her why and she said that since I didn't need to hurry home to you anyway I could just go ahead and party like every one else and then spend the night in her spare bedroom so that it was I decided to do.

"The party was a blast. It turned out that along with the lingerie Margie also sold sex toys. I was drinking and having a good time. Margie demonstrated some of the sex toys and all of us tried on sexy outfits and then modeled them. None of us girls were feeling any pain and it got pretty wild. Angie tried out a ten inch battery operated vibrator while we all cheered her on. Sarah tried out a butt plug and some of the other girls tried out various dildos and things. Sue put a pair of ben wa balls inside her and then used a vibrator on herself and gave herself a screaming orgasm. You know how far gone we must have been to laugh and cheer on Becky as she tried to do Alice with a strap on dildo.

"It was about eleven o'clock when Chad and a friend of his walked in. Chad is Linda's brother. He had just come home on leave from the Navy and he brought along his buddy, another sailor who was also on leave. Linda knew he was coming, but he wasn't supposed to be there until late Sunday or sometime Monday. Anyway, these two sailors walked into the room with their duffle bags over their shoulders and look around and see eleven drunken women half naked in sexy underwear.

"You know me when I'm drinking and I was way, way past my limits. I don't know how it happened or how it got started, but suddenly I'm watching Frank – Chad's buddy – fucking Sue doggie while Alice was trying to do him doggie with the strap on. We were all laughing our asses off as we watched Frank do Sue while trying to push Alice away. I don't know if Alice ever got him or not because suddenly I was on my back with my legs up on Chad's shoulders and he was fucking me. I don't remember lying down on my back or Chad putting his cock in me or how we got there. All I know is that one second I'm laughing my ass off as Alice tried to get the dildo into Frank and the next second I'm being fucked. I remember Linda standing there watching and saying:

"That's it baby brother, fuck the little slut. Make her cum Chad baby, make her cum."

"Then Linda started sucking my tits and then Chad was gone and Becky was eating my pussy. I think it was after Chad came in me, but I'm not sure. I'm not even sure that he did cum in me. A little latter I was on my hands and knees and somebody was fucking me from behind. It could have been Chad, Frank or one of the girls wearing the strap on, I just don't know. I remember sucking a cock, but I don't know if it was Chad's or Frank's. I remember having my tits sucked and my pussy sucked by some of the girls, but other than the first time Becky went down on me I can't remember who else did. I was fucked a couple of more times and I do know that one of them was by the strap on, but I don't remember who was wearing it.

"I woke up Sunday morning in Linda's bedroom on the bed next to her. She had her legs wrapped around Frank and he was doing her. I made some sort of noise when I woke up and Linda called out, "She's awake Chad" and less than a minute later he was fucking me again. My head hurt, but I wasn't drunk any more and I tried to push him off, but he laughed at me and said, "Too late little girl. I'm in and I'm staying" and he fucked me harder. I'm ashamed to admit it, but after a couple of minutes he gave me an orgasm and I was fucking him back. When Chad was done he got up to take a shower. By then Frank and Linda were done and they had gotten up too.

"I laid there on the bed, stared up at the ceiling and tried to remember all that had happened and thought about how in the hell I could explain it to you. While I was lying there thinking Frank got back on the bed and before I could stop him he was between my legs and pushing into me. I let him. I didn't even fight. I just let him fuck me and while he was doing me Chad got back on the bed and pushed his cock at my mouth and I let him. Frank fucked my pussy and Chad fucked my mouth and again I'm ashamed to admit it, but I had an orgasm. Frank came and pulled out and Chad took his place and he gave me another orgasm. When Chad was done he got off the bed and left the room and then I got off the bed, gathered up my clothes and left without saying a word to anyone.




What to Do With a Drunken Sailor



"I came home and climbed into the bathtub and scrubbed myself for hours, but I could never get to where I felt clean. That night about six Chad called and said he wanted to come over and I told him no. Then he told me that he knew that I liked what he had done, he wanted more and he was coming right over. I told him no again, but then I lied and said you had called, said you had gotten your elk and were coming home early and I expected you at any minute and then I said, "Here he is now" and I hung up on him.

"At work on Monday the girls all tried to pretend that Saturday never happened and we kind of reached an unspoken agreement never to mention it. I did tell Linda to tell Chad to stop calling me and she said she would."

I just stared at her. The idea of my wife at an orgy – participating in an orgy – was so alien to me that I just could not wrap my mind around it. It was just too damned inconceivable.

"Why are you telling me this now?"

"I wanted you to get it from me and not from somebody else."

"But why tell me now right after we've just had some of the best loving that we have ever had?"

"I told you; I wanted you to get it from me. I was always going to tell you, but I was hoping to wait for a better time."

"So why didn't you?"

"Chad called me Monday evening and told me he was going to drop by and see me on Thursday while you were bowling. I said no you are not and he said oh yes I am then he told me he wanted me in sexy lingerie and high heels. So I told him that the league had ended and that you wouldn't be bowling again until the fall leagues started up. He said you don't sound like you want to do it again and I told him that I didn't. Then he said it didn't matter what I wanted that he wanted to fuck me some more and that he would be over to see me on Saturday while you were out on the golf course and I said no he wasn't. Then he said that I either fucked him on Saturday or you would get a copy of the video and pictures that were taken that night. I didn't know that anyone had taken pictures.

"So, there it is. I told him to fuckoff and die and he laughed and said he would see me Saturday morning. The asshole even sent me flowers at work to remind me. He signed the card as my secret admirer. I tossed them out as soon as I read the card. When he shows up I will not let him in and in the next day or so you will get pictures and video of me acting like a whore and you will throw me out.

"I will not see Chad, I will not be blackmailed and I will not let you find out from anyone else so here we are."

She looked at me as I stared at her and then she said, "Do I have to leave right away or can I stay in one of the spare bedrooms until I can find a place?"

I didn't know what to say. I was having trouble getting my mind around what she had just told me. I knew how she got when she drinking, but I would never – not ever – have thought that she could get so far gone that she would do what she said she did. I was not the least bit happy to hear that Kate had taken part in a fuckfest, but I did know one thing – she was not going anywhere. I loved the silly bitch and we would find some way to work through what she had done, but that would be later. I pulled her to me and said:

"This is your bedroom and you belong here, not in another room."

She tucked her head against my shoulder and I felt the wet warmth of her tears. After twenty minutes or so I said:

"I need Linda's address."

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I rang Linda's doorbell at 8:05 AM. I rang it four times before Linda opened the door and it was obvious that I had just gotten her out of bed. She took one look at me and the three men with me and tried to shut the door. I was expecting it so I stopped it with my foot and then pushed my way in. Bill, Jim and Hank followed and Hank closed the door once we were in.

"You obviously know why I'm here Linda. Where is he?"

"He isn't here."

"If that were true Linda you would have said, "Why Rob, what are you doing here?" and you wouldn't have tried to close the door in my face. Where is he?"

"I told you; he isn't here."

"Keep an eye on her Bill" and then I told Jim and Hank to help me check out the house. How did Bill, Jim and Hank come to be with me? They were the other three that filled out my regular Saturday foursome. When I called Hank and told him I had to cancel he asked me why and I told him. Five minutes later he called me back and asked me where I wanted to meet the three of them. It pays to have good friends.

A minute later Jim called out, "In here!"

He was standing in the doorway to a bedroom and when I looked over his shoulder I saw a guy in a Navy uniform lying on top of the bed.

"It looks like he came home drunk and fell on the bed" Jim said.

"Let's get him off the bed and out into the kitchen where we can get him on to a chair."

We lifted him off the bed and drug him out into the kitchen and sat him down on a straight backed chair. I don't know why or even where it came from, but as I looked at him sitting on that chair drunk and still wearing his sailor suit the words to a song entered my mind.

"Yo ho and up she rises,

Yo ho and up she rises, 

Yo ho and up she rises, 

Early in the morning.

What to do with a drunken sailor,

What to do with a drunken sailor,

What to do with a drunken sailor, 

Early in the morning."

Weird the stuff that comes to you sometimes.

What are you going to do to him?" Linda wanted to know.

"Depends" I said, "First we wake him up and then we will see."

"Don't hurt him Rob."

"That will be up to him."

"Why are you doing this Rob; it wasn't his fault. He walked into a room full of half naked drunken women being silly with sex toys and did what any guy would have done."

"Including taking advantage of a drunken woman? You know what Kate gets like when she drinks. God knows that you have called me often enough to come and get her. How could you have let it happen to her?"

"Oh no you don't mister. You are not going to put this off on me. I am not your wife's babysitter. I did my part when I told her she could spend the night here and not have to worry about driving home."

"And then you turned your brother loose on her."

"Oh no I didn't. Kate might not have known what she was doing, but Kate was the one doing it. She laughed along with the rest of us when Becky did Alice with the strap on dildo. She played with various toys and she put on the strap on and almost used it on Becky. I had eleven people here that night Rob and I couldn't spend all my time being Kate's keeper. Besides it was all girl fun until Chad and Frank showed up. They weren't supposed to be her until the next day. 

"And there is one other thing you need to know. Chad and Frank were both told that Kate, Becky, Sarah and Alice were married and off limits. Chad was naked and headed for Darlene when Kate stepped in front of him and grabbed his cock. She went after him Rob; he didn't go after her, but when a sexy woman has a grip on your cock and is trying to pull you down on her what the hell do you think he's going to do? Once she got going no one tried to stop her and why would they. They were all having a ball and thought she was too."

"That may be Linda, but your drunken sailor boy here went a little too far with it."

I saw a sauce pan on the top of the stove and I filled it with cold water from the sink and then I threw the whole pan full in Chad's face. I grabbed his shoulder and shook him.

"Wake up you miserable son of a bitch!"

The cold water and my shaking brought him out of his alcoholic daze and he sat there gasping from the shock of the cold water and I nodded at Bill. Hank and Jim held Chad in place while Bill took Chad's hand and put it down on the kitchen table and held it there. I reached in my pocket and took out my Buck knife, opened it and said:

"Now shit for brains, you and I are going to have a little talk. I sharpened this just before I came over here and I am anxious to see if the edge is sharp enough to maybe cut off a finger or two."

"God damn it Rob" Linda cried. "I told you how it happened. It wasn't his fault!"

"Maybe not Linda, but he knows what this is all about, don't you Chad. I'm going to ask you some questions and for every answer I get that I don't like I'm going to take one of your fingers. Ready? Where are the tapes and photos?"

I saw the fear suddenly appear on his face. I placed the cutting edge of the knife blade on his little finger and pressed down just hard enough to make him wince.

"Talk to me Chad. The tape and the photos – where are they?"

"My God Rob; what are you doing. You are going to hurt him if you aren't careful."

"He won't get hurt if he gives me what I want. It is up to him."

"Give you what you want? What are you talking about?"

"You don't know? Your brother has been calling Kate all week and telling her that he is going to drop by the house and fuck her. He called her and told her he was going to show up at the house today while I was out playing golf and that she would fuck him or he would see to it that I found out what she had done at the party."

"Oh shit! I told him not to bother her."

"I guess he didn't listen. Kate told him no way and then he told her that she wouldn't be talking like that after I saw the video and pictures that were taken at the party. She told him to fuck off and die and then she told me about the party – at least as much as she remembered. Now asshole here is going to tell me where the video, photos and any copies are or he is going to start losing fingers.

Chad was struggling to break free and moaning, "No man, no. No, please no."

"Video? What video?" asked Linda. There were no cameras at that party. Nobody shot any video or took any pictures."

"That's not what asshole here told Kate. He said if she didn't let him in when he showed up today he would see to it that I got a copy of the video and pictures."

I put a little more pressure on the blade and it made an indentation in the skin and he wet his pants. 

"Talk to me Chad."

"Oh fuck man, don't hurt me. There ain't no pictures man. I was just trying to con her."

I looked at Linda. "You swear there are no videos or pictures of what Kate did that night?"

"God yes Rob. There were no cameras here that night. I swear."

"If a picture of Kate from that party ever shows up" I told Chad, "I will hunt you down and leave you fingerless on both hands. You understand me?"

"Yes man, yes."

I nodded at the guys and they let loose of him.

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I looked at Kate across the kitchen table and told her where I had been that morning and what I'd done and then I said:

"Linda told me how it got started. How it was you grabbing Chad's cock and pulling him down on you that started what happened to you."

"It could have been that way, I don't know. I don't remember all of it, just some of it."

I looked at her for maybe half a minute and then said, "This is the time for total honesty Kate. You all ready know that I'm not going to let you go so what is it that you haven't told me about that night?"

She looked away for a couple of seconds and then she turned back and looked me in the eye.

"I told you about what happened in the morning. How I tried to push him off and then just let it happen. That was a lie. I didn't try to stop it. The reason I let it happen was because I wanted it. Being used by two men was a huge turn on and I had some really mind numbing orgasms. I lied when I said I grabbed my clothes and left. I stayed there all day until ten that night and let Chad and Frank take turns on me. I sucked Frank while Chad fucked me and then I sucked Chad while Frank fucked me. It seemed like I had a cock in my mouth most of the day as I kept trying to get them hard again.

"After I did leave I felt guilty as hell for going along with it. Shit! I did more than go along with it – I went after it! I especially felt guilty because I'd sucked Chad's and Frank's cocks after never sucking yours."

"And?"

"I loved it and I'm not sure that I would have said no if Chad had said it was going to be him and Frank coming over instead of just him. I didn't tell you that part because I was sure you were going to throw me out for what I did tell you and I didn't want you thinking I was that big of a slut even though I'd be gone."

"More than one man turned you on?"

She looked down at the table and a moment later she said, "Yes."

"And you are still thinking about it right?"

Again I got the look away and the quiet "yes."

"At the beginning of the week when you asked me what my fantasies were and I jokingly said that it was seeing you gangbanged by at bunch of college students in a fraternity house what did you think?"

She looked away and couldn't meet my eyes. "Come on Kate, talk to me."

She looked at me and in a quiet voice she said, "It made me wet."

"And you have thought about it ever since haven't you? That's why on your sex menu from the other night you included the part down on the bottom about parties of five or more isn't it?"

She looked away again and then said "yes."

"I guess the question is when are you going to do it?"

Her head shot up and there was alarm on her face. "I'm not! I swear to you Rob, I'm not."

"Sure you will Kate. Sooner or later you will find yourself in a situation where it will be possible."

"No Rob, no! I swear to God I will never."

I just stared at her for several seconds and then I said, "Next Friday is my poker night Kate and the game is going to be here. There are six of them Kate."

I let several moments of silence hang between us and then said, "While that thought runs through your mind I want to go upstairs and tap your tight ass. Then you can suck me hard again and swallow all you can get out of me."

She smiled at me, got up and headed for the bedroom.



What to Do with a Full Nest Pt. 01



Well here is a continuation of my second offering for Literotica. It will contain once again incest and cuckolding although the cuckolding will not appear till later in the story and will not be as extreme as in last story. It involves two families and will change the way they both live. 

All of the characters are over 18 and there is no sex with anyone under the age of 18.

Hey everyone it's highly suggested reading 'How to fill an empty nest pts 1 and 2' before picking this up.

*****

While his wife was destroying the concept of fidelity in the arms of their daughter Jack was tossing and turning in his father's house. He had driven out to spend the weekend with his dad since Donna wasn't going to be around. Since he never traveled for his job like other people it was his first night since being married that he wasn't sleeping next to his wife.

His dreams were nightmare filled visions of Donna screaming in ecstasy in the arms of multiple lovers. He kept waking up in a sweat with the images from his dreams still fresh in his head. One of the reasons he had come to see his dad was to talk about the relationship with his mother.

When he was eighteen Jack had accidently been exposed to the darker side of his parent's relationship. He had discovered that his father was a willing cuckold even though he had no idea of the term for it back then. He had accidently come home early when his parents thought he was staying at his friends house. He had seen his mother fucking a man that wasn't his father while she verbally berated her husband of eighteen years. 

What had confused him was why his father want upset by the whole experience and instead was actually aroused. He didn't know it and never found out but was he was slightly lucky that he hadn't actually shown up 10 minutes later. If he had he would have been treated to the sight of his father licking his mother clean of her lover's semen. What he witnessed had devastated him and had forever changed his relationship with his mom.

Because of his fear of Donna possibly having an affair Jack felt the need to bring up the past with his father tonight. It hadn't been easy because it was obvious that his dad still missed her terribly and trying to talk about intimate issues like this was not easy to begin with. At first his father didn't want to discuss it at all then when Jack told him of his fears about Donna he opened up some.

Jack had been reminded of the earlier years of his childhood and the fights he would witness between his parents. It was never a physical disagreement just a lot of screaming and shouting. His father then asked if he remembered how the fighting had all but stopped at one point. He had to agree that it just seemed to change overnight and he had always been happy about that.

He asked his dad why it happened, how all the fighting just went away. His father took a deep breath and told him because he had made a choice. It had been the toughest choice of his whole life. He had to choose whether to accept that his mother had needs physically that he just couldn't satisfy or to choose a divorce. It was the time when divorces were becoming popular escapes from marriages that had problems.

He explained to Jack that it would have been easy to pick divorce and he would have had every right, after all his wife was cheating on him. Instead he took stock of his whole relationship with Jack's mom and found that in every other way she had been a wonderful wife. She was a wonderful housekeeper, she was an excellent cook and with him had done a wonderful job of raising him. It had been the hardest thing to do in his whole life putting his ego aside in the bedroom. He had even gone as far as making a chart documenting the percentage of their life together that really involved sex. It was such a smaller percentage than all the rest of the things that she had excelled at. So he made the only choice he could make with the evidence in front of him.

He chose to stay married and accept that his wife was going to periodically need to be with other men. At first it had just been an agreement that she could go out and do what she needed to do as long as he knew. She would tell him she was going to visit her sister and he knew it was their code. At first when it was happening he would sit and seethe at home doubting his decision to allow this. 

Then she started coming home and letting little details slip about her lovers, about how big they were. How they could go for hours and hours and she would cum over and over again. Then the two of them discovered something, her telling him these things actually got him excited. He found himself in bed with his wife with a raging hard on from hearing about her exploits. 

Some people might think that she took advantage of his father then when she suggested that she could bring her men home with her. Then he could actually see what she was talking about and maybe even join in from time to time. The first few times he had tried to join but soon realized that she hadn't been lying about the size difference. It intimidated him as well as excited him. So it had eventually worked its way into him sitting and watching which left everyone happy. He still didn't share the part about cleaning her cream pies with Jack because he had never witnessed it and it still confused him why he would always do it.

Jack sat and listened while his father finally spilled all the dirt on his unconventional sex life with his mother. Some people might have looked at their father with less respect but Jack could never do that. He was a rational man and reason told him that his father had made the right choice for the whole family. He sat there and once again was grateful that his parents didn't divorce like so many of his friend's parents had.

That of course brought him back to Donna and the resolution he had come to even before hearing his father's whole story. He would do whatever was necessary to keep his family together even if it came to accepting Donna having an affair. He doubted that he could go as far as his father and actually watch but had to admit that because Donna was so sexy seeing her having sex would be a turn on. 

Then he had gone to bed which brought him to this moment, waking from another nightmare vision of Donna fucking someone else in his dream. Yes he had woken up from each one sweating and shaking but he had also woken up from each one with a huge erection. 

While her husband was waking up in a cold sweat over the fear of her fucking someone else Donna kept waking up to make his nightmares come true. However if he could see who she was having sex with his nightmare would have been worse. It was their twenty year old daughter Katie.

After they had fallen asleep Donna had woken up and realized that for the first time since she had been married she was in a different bed than Jack and someone else was in it with her. She was naked in bed with her naked daughter and they had fallen asleep after taking the plunge into an incestuous lesbian affair.

She had immediately reached for her new lover and started making moves on her while she slept. Instead of reaching for her husband's hard cock she found herself reaching for her daughter's leaking pussy. It was still so wet and open from everything they had done the night before. She shuddered from the erotic memory of seeing Katie filed up with a fourteen inch cock, hearing her begging to be fucked right before lowering her face into her mother's pussy for the first time.

Then she had returned the favor to Katie while lying on her back and allowing Scott's cum to run out of the young pussy above her and right into her mouth. Then she had pulled it down and hoovered it out with her mouth until there wasn't a drop left and her daughter was screaming out her orgasm. Then she remembered how she had squirted pussy cum for the first time in her life and how Katie had drank up every drop.

After she woke up they made a soft slow love to each other and had fallen back asleep. This happened three other times during the night with Donna being the instigator twice and Katie twice. It just felt like they couldn't get enough of each other. She was already hooked on the taste of her daughter's pussy and even though it was the first one she had ever tasted she doubted there could be a better one. She knew that she was of course biased with Katie being her daughter but it would have to be proven to her before she believed otherwise.

She lay there in the bed and looked over the deep breathing gorgeous naked body next to her and noticed the time, it was almost one o clock in the afternoon. She laughed softly to herself because the last time she could ever remember getting up this late had to have been when she and Jack had lived here before Katie was born.

Here of course was the lower east side of Manhattan, a neighborhood that in the past had helped Donna come out of the ultra conservative shell she had been encased in when she met Jack. Now it was serving the same effect for her all these years later, she felt like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. A cocoon of boredom and depression she had found herself in when her daughter left home to start school. Some people call it the empty nest syndrome and the empty part was definitely true. But that had all passed yesterday as soon as she had emerged from the downtown number 4 train into Astor Place. 

She had immediately felt renewed and excited to be spending the weekend in this part of the city. Of course the fact that she had come to town already committed to giving in to anything her daughter wanted helped her build level of excitement. Now in hindsight and after they had both talked yesterday and confessed to having an unorthodox attraction each other it seemed inevitable that she would wake up hungry for more of her daughter's delicious pussy.

She heard a sound from outside and then she stretched and yawned noisily. As soon as she did a bright red head peeked itself from around the corner of the door jamb. She smiled at the young woman, her daughter's best friend Trish. She had been as important a part to the night before as either her or her daughter in a strange way. She had filmed the entire night including all the sex that had happened in the apartment. It was all going to be a part of Katie's planned film project for her next semester. Donna didn't even feel the least bit nervous or guilty about agreeing to allow what ever happened with them to be captured on video.

It seemed that she had raised a definite exhibitionist for a daughter and she wondered if she was always a closet one herself after last night. She hadn't felt the least bit self conscious about being filmed having sex with Katie instead it had turned her on even more. 

She smiled wickedly to herself as she remembered how they finished the night off. They had taken a ritual that had bonded her and Katie over the years and turned it into a filthy perversion of itself. Donnas' ritual of brushing Katie's hair every night before she went to sleep had turned into her fucking her daughter with the handle of that very same brush till she came all over Donnas' hand.

That moment had also been Trish's first naked moment in the working film a she planted the camera and masturbated while watching Donna fuck Katie. Her earlier thought of needing proof that Katie's pussy wasn't the best tasting in the world would definitely be put to the test in the future. She could already see Trish crouching over her face in her imagination along with Naomi, one of Katie's ex lovers. Who knows how many other's there would be, she wasn't going to say no to anything her daughter wanted her to experience.

They might have even started with Trish last night but hearing Katie's desire to be with Donna had awakened a similar desire in Trish. After Donna had mentioned talking to her mother, Joanna, Trish had decided that she wanted her first girl- girl experience to be with her own mom. That had eliminated any chance of her joining Katie and Donna in the bed this weekend. However after Donna had shared some rather shocking information with Trish the night before all three of them were in agreement that it would only be a matter of time till Trish also got her wish.

"Morning Donna, from what I heard from here last night I guess there wasn't much sleeping going on?" Trish said while sheepishly entering the room. 

"Sleep is overrated sweetie when you are sharing a bed with someone who looks like this," she said. Katie was sprawled out with her legs half open and her bald pussy winking at anyone who could see. She had a contented smile on her face that Trish couldn't ever remember seeing when she slept with anyone. 

"She looks really happy and so do you! No regrets or morning after jitters on your part?" Trish asked curiously. She doubted there would be any by the way both Donna and Katie had spent the whole day kissing and flirting then finishing it off with a literal bang. 

"Nope not a single one, if anything I'm more eager now to see what my obviously slutty daughter has in store for her equally slutty mom," she added.

"Hey who you calling slutty?" Katie said in a half awake groggy voice. The conversation had wakened her up and she was not a morning girl.

"Uh oh watch out Donna the beast awakens," Trish teased. She had learned over the six months they had roomed together that the best way to have a happy Katie in the morning was to have coffee ready. She had appointed herself the keeper of the first cup as she liked to call herself. She always tried to be up before Katie and have the coffee brewed and ready. If she didn't have an overnighter in her room she almost always brought in a cup to help her friend wake up. She never looked at it as being taken advantage of because Katie never expected it of her.

"You don't have to tell me, although I've never had the pleasure to wake up next to her I know Katie's beast well. There were many mornings growing up where I'm sure she wished she had a lock on her door to keep me out in the mornings," Donna said with a giggle.

"Mom!!" Katie whined, "I was never a pain in the ass to get up in the morning!"

"Oh gods now I think you are suffering some early memory loss sweetie." Donna said.

"I was always the most pleasant and happy soul in the morning and you know it!" Katie said while sitting up against the headboard. When she did her gorgeous breasts hung naturally and begged to have someone touch them. Her legs were still splayed wide open too and there was obviously pussy dew on her lips.

Donna was mesmerized once again by the sight of her daughter's naked body. She was sure she would never get tired of looking at it or touching and tasting it. In fact it was taking all her self control to not just ravage her right now. She knew there would be plenty of playing today and tomorrow so she didn't feel desperate.

"Oh yeah you were always the easiest person to wake up in the morning. Hey Trish do you want to know how I got Katie out of bed more mornings than not?" Donna asked while wickedly looking at her daughter.

Katie knew what was coming, "Oh god noooooo...please mommy not that! I'm too old for that!"

Trish loved being a part of the whole interaction between Katie and Donna; she really did feel like family with them. "Show me Donna, how did you get her out of bed?"

Donna quickly turned on the bed and deftly started tickling Katie. It resulted in loud screams of laughter from her daughter and she kept going. Over the years she had discovered all of Katie's ticklish spots and had to avoid some of them as she got older. Now there was no restraint as she reached in between Katie's wide spread thighs and found the spot right near her crotch that made her insane.

It eventually turned into a laughter filled wrestling match with Katie the winner on top.

"So my evil mommy, you think it's funny to tickle me still? Well I'm a grown woman now and tickling comes with punishment so you know what you have to do don't you?" she asked as she sat prone on top of her mother's chest.

Donna knew the answer obviously since what they both wanted was inches from her mouth. She just wanted to hear the words come out of Katie's mouth. She needed to hear her command so it took all the responsibility from her.

"Tell me honey; remember I NEED you to tell me baby!" Donna asked licking her lips.

Trish had picked up the camera she left behind the night before right before Donna started tickling Katie. Now she zoomed in on Donnas' face and the hunger was so evident, the hunger for her own daughter's pussy.

"Eat me, eat my pussy mom and make it cum, make it cum in your mouth!" Katie demanded.

After she had said the words that Donna needed to hear she felt her hands pulling her up towards the waiting mouth. When she got even with her mother's mouth and could just feel the tongue start to touch her she lifted up slightly.

"Oh no mommy, prove to me how hungry you are, how much you want me for breakfast!" Katie chuckled keeping her cunt just out of reach of Donnas' searching tongue.

Donna grabbed Katie's hips and forcefully pulled her down until her pussy was flush with her face. As she did she speared her tongue all the way up into her young pussy letting her taste buds savor the flavor once again. She felt her mouth fill with her daughter's natural secretions and she swallowed every drop. 

Katie let out a loud moan as she felt Donnas' tongue reach further in her cunt than any tongue had ever gotten before. It almost felt as if she was trying to push her whole face inside there. She could hear the sounds of sucking coming from her crotch and looking over at a mirror she could see their reflection. It almost made her faint how hot they looked together. She hadn't had a chance to see any of the video Trish had shot the night before so this was the first image she had of them together. 

While looking in the mirror she reached down and pulled her mother's face even tighter into her now inflamed cunt. She needed to cum and she wanted to see it happen so she kept looking at the mirror. Donna was sucking and eating Katie's pussy like she was possessed, as if her life depended on getting sustenance from in between her daughter's legs.

She noticed that Katie wasn't looking at her while she was working so hard to give her little girl a first thing in the morning (or in this case afternoon) orgasm. She looked over to see what Katie was staring at and she got overwhelmed with what she could see. She could hardly turn her head but she didn't need to for her to see the reflection of her sucking her daughter's pussy. She wondered if they looked that hot together on the video Trish had gotten so far.

Then she went back to making her daughter scream again, this would be the fifth or sixth orgasm that Katie was having from her eating her pussy. She loved the feel of her daughter's thighs each time she came because they would lock on to his head and squeeze with every pulse of Katie's orgasm.

Sex with Katie was so different than with Jack and not just because it was girl on girl. There was an intensity to their coupling that has been missing from her marriage for many years. It was new and exciting making her feel so young and vibrant again. It made every nerve in her body tingle with lust.

As they were both looking at their naked bodies in the mirror Katie threw her head back and instead of screaming she started grunting. Then her hips started spasming like never before and as they did she just started flopping on her mother's face in a convulsive movement.

Donna had her thighs in a death grip and wasn't going to stop sucking her daughter's clit till her orgasm passed all the way through her body. She felt empowered by her ability to make her daughter feel the way she was but it wasn't just the incestuous part of it, it was also the age thing. She was a 42 year old woman who was making a girl half her age have a huge orgasm on her face, it did wonders for her ego.




What to Do with a Full Nest Pt. 01



"UGHHHH...UGGHHHHHH...UGHHHHHH...OOOOOOOOOOOO!!" was all that was coming out of her daughter's mouth. Then all of a sudden it all stopped and Katie collapsed on her face. She literally fell forward on the bed almost smothering her mom in the process.  

Trish was taping but was in shock, she had seen Katie orgasm many times over recent months and nothing even came close to what she just witnessed. If she wasn't seeing her chest rising and falling she would think that Donna had killed her with her mouth. 

Donna pulled herself out from under her daughter's unconscious body with a mix of amusement and concern. She had never heard of anyone blacking out during an orgasm and the mother in her was rearing its concerned head. The lover in her was amused that she was able to do that for her young partner.

After a few moments Katie came to suddenly, she was disoriented and at first didn't realize where she was. Then she saw her mom next to her and she flung herself into her arms crushing her lips to Donnas'. 

"Oh my god mommy, please promise you'll never stop doing that. That was the greatest orgasm of my whole life! Did I pass out, oh my god I couldn't even talk when I was cumming? Seriously mom, promise me that your magic mouth will always take care of your little girl!" Katie begged.

"Hmmm magic mouth huh...well since you put it that way how can I say no! I promise you sweetie I will always be willing to do that for you. How could any mother say no to such a heartfelt request from her daughter?" Donna said as her and Katie swapped tongues again.

"Oh my god, you guys are amazing! I can't even tell you how hot it was to just watch that whole thing! You do know that if your professors turn down your project you will have the hottest porn ever shot on your hands. I even have the title after hearing all that, 'Mom's Magic Mouth!" Trish said letting the awe for Katie and Donna come through clearly in her voice.

After she said it they all laughed at Trish's overly cheesy title. However it clearly registered with both Katie and Donna that Trish was right, this was some of the hottest porn ever made.

"How about it mommy you ready to become the first ever mother daughter porn duo?" Katie teased. She was only partially teasing but she knew that if it came down to it she would have no problem getting into porn since she loved showing off. She was still very confident that her professor would see the artistic merit in the relationship side of their film.

"Honey, I know I shouldn't say this but I will follow you wherever you want. If you want us to make movies like that my head will be between your beautiful legs while you smile for the camera. I came to you this weekend to broaden my sexual horizons and I don't just want it to be for this weekend," Donna told her firmly.

"Don't you worry about that mom, this weekend is the first weekend of the rest of your life and it will never be the same again!" Katie gushed.

Trish put the camera down and asked Donna how she took her coffee. Then she went into the kitchen and returned with two steaming cups for the incestuous duo. She was only gone two minutes but when she returned Katie was already in between her mother's legs returning the favor of waking up with such a wonderful orgasm.

She didn't pick up the camera this time but instead she put the coffee on their nightstand and sat in her chair. She watched Katie's mouth working over Donnas' pussy making the older woman squirm. Once again while watching the two of them she allowed herself to be transported in her head so that it was her face in between her won mother's thighs. She was even able to change Donnas' cries of ecstasy into her own mother's voice. 

She rubbed her naturally red-haired pussy till she herself was shuddering in orgasm along with Donna. Afterwards they all just lay there recovering before Katie picked up the one cup and handed it to her mother before picking her own up. 

"Trish makes the best coffee in the world mom!" 

Donna looked at the recovering young woman and smiled. Even though she was as different looking as could be then her own daughter she had spent enough time with Trish while she was growing up that she was like a second daughter. 

In fact the three of them were all beautiful but in different ways. Katie and Donna could almost be twins but with one being older than the other. The only true difference between Katie and Donna was the color of their hair, Donnas' being jet black while Katie's was a rich chestnut brown. 

Their bodies however were made in the same mold with each of them proudly displaying their 34 dd tits to Trish. They weren't tall so their legs weren't the type that went on forever they did however stop at amazing bubble asses on each of them. Donnas' Italian roots were very evident in both of their body types and their light olive complexion. Voluptuous and curvy was the best way to describe the both of them. If they were to be compared favorably to any porn stars it would be Ava Adams or Rayveness with Katie being the younger version of both.

Trish was at the opposite end of them in body types, she was fair skinned with small freckles everywhere. She could almost be a twin of Faye Reagan the nubile porn star of recent years. She proudly wore her Irish heritage in her naturally flaming red hair both upstairs and downstairs. Her breasts while not as large as either Katie or Donna were gorgeously pear shaped 34bs capped with bright pink cherry sized nipples. She was taller than both Katie and Donna so the legs they didn't have were taken by Trish and her ass was a perfect heart shape that begged to be grabbed and squeezed.

Donna looked over at the dreamy look on Trish's face and knew what she was dreaming about. She didn't even have to ask but she wanted to anyway because she liked hearing Trish admit what she wanted.

"Honey, you look like you're lost in thought what's going through that pretty head of yours?" 

"Ummm well I think you know, it's just that watching you and Katie is making me even hotter for a chance to get with my own mom," she said shyly.

"Just have a little patience sweetie, I think me and Katie are proof that good things come to those who wait," Donna reassured her.

"Katie will tell you, patience has never been something I've been good at. You don't know it but I can be a spoiled little brat sometimes if I don't get what I want!" she said with a playful pout.

"Oh god mom you've never seen that side of her but it's so true. I can't tell you how many times I've had to see that very same pout through the years. Oddly enough it was almost always Joanna that would tell her no and bring it on, there's some definite irony there!" Katie said while sipping her coffee.

Donna was enjoying her coffee also and silently agreed with Katie that Trish made a wonderful cup of coffee. She couldn't wait to hook her up with Joanna so she could see what other talents she might have; she knew Katie felt the same way just by the way she looked at her best friend.

She could see the hunger in Katie's eyes when she looked at Trish and she couldn't blame her. She was feeling the same way herself and Trish had even admitted that she was planning on playing with them this weekend till her desire for Joanna struck her. Then she came up with the romantic idea of letting her mother take her lesbian cherry so now she was just an observer.

Looking at the clock and noticing it was already after two on a Saturday afternoon Donna asked, "So what do two gorgeous young women like you do normally on a Saturday afternoon?"

Katie and Trish looked at each other and while giggling shouted, "Brunch baby, Brunch!"

"Well then I guess we should get our asses in gear and hit a place, I'm sure you have someplace in mind." Donna mentioned while getting out of her daughter's bed.

Both young women were just staring at her as she stood there naked and glowing from her early morning sex with Katie. They both were amazed that it was really happening Katie more so than Trish. Katie nudged Trish and motioned towards the camera.

Trish picked it up and filmed Donna stretching and getting ready to head in to the shower. 

"Do you mind if I film you taking your shower Donna?" Trish asked softly.

"No sweetie, not at all I have to get comfortable being on camera if my daughter's perverted plans are going to happen. I mean do you think she was serious about us having our own website last night," she asked Trish when they were alone in the bathroom. 

"Very serious, that's one thing about Katie is she never plays about things she wants to happen. She's a very determined young woman and I just love her dedication when she sets her sights on something," Trish told her.

"I don't know Trish do you think people would really pay to see me and her play live on the internet?" Donna asked even though she was now confident the answer was yes. She was more asking to tease Trish again about her own incestuous desires.

"I know I would pay!" she said softly.

"Would you be willing to play with Joanna on the internet too sweetie?" Donna teased.

"Right now I would give myself to her as her own personal sex slave and slut, I would do whatever she asked me too!" Trish confessed.

"Well I think we will just have to test that statement sometime in the future baby. Yes I think I would enjoy seeing Joanna put you under her spell. Your mom has a feeling of sensuality about her that gets her pretty much anything she wants you know. I'm curious but are you even sure you know what she does for a living?" Donna hinted. She had more secrets about Trish's mom but she wouldn't reveal them just use them to titillate Trish's curiosity even more.

"Ummm yeah she's a negotiator in her firm, she is the one that goes in and gets deals done when the client is being difficult." Trish told her.

"And just exactly how do you think your mother gets all those clients who don't want to deal to agree to a contract?" she hinted again.

"Ummm I don't really know...oh wait are you saying what I think you're saying?" 

"Baby I'm not SAYING anything; I'm just asking that's all. Don't worry about it though it's nothing you ever needed to know before so just let it go for now." Donna said as she put her head under the spray of water.

Trish sat there with the camera filming feeling shocked by what Donna had implied. She had clearly hinted at the possibility that her mother used her body to get her job done. The whole thing about using her sensuality and getting deals done that appeared dead. She had always known her mother was her firms closer but she had never even dreamed how she went about it. Now armed with Donnas' hints and all the other things she had found out about her she was sure that Donna was telling her that her mom slept with men to get her job done.

She was torn in thinking that and she was surprised that she felt that way. She already knew that her parent's had a very unorthodox sex life with her father being a willing cuckold in their marriage. As she sat there thinking about it she realized even if it were true it wouldn't bother her. If anything it made her admire her mother even more because it made her look even stronger in Trish's eyes. She was a woman who would use whatever was necessary to get the job done.

She envisioned herself being a strong woman someday but she still had a long way to go. She wondered if she could ever have the strength to do what she now suspected her mother did for a living. She smiled and actually though how great it would be to get paid outrageous amounts of money to give her body to someone. 

The word prostitute never even entered her mind, instead she just thought that getting paid on that level to have sex was a win win for her mother if it was true. To her a prostitute was some dirty woman on a corner not her gorgeous elegant mother. She realized as she filmed Donna rinsing the soap off of her body how much her attitude towards sex had changed since living with Katie, and how much it had changed just this weekend. She was becoming more and more open minded to things that only two weeks ago would have made her shake her head in wonder. Incest, getting paid for sex, making a sex film, multiple sex partners, and the list was growing and growing and her involvement was growing too, much to her ever expanding delight.

Donna finished her shower and was tempted to run right back to Katie's room and get sweaty all over again. She held herself in check because as great as she felt about becoming Katie's lover she wanted to nurture their friendship even more. She had no idea how far this new found relationship with Katie would go but she wanted it to 'be a relationship' and not just sex.

So to help her do that she wanted to spend time with the girls learning what they liked to do on a typical day. Brunch was their choice and brunch it would be, her stomach grumbled in agreement. 

Trish took her turn in the shower next so Donna did go back to her daughter's room but to get dressed not to fuck. Katie was still lazing on the bed and looked up at her through drowsy eyes.

"You are so beautiful mom, in all my fantasies I always imagined doing this too. Just sitting back and watching you as you walk around naked. At some point this weekend I'm going to have to pinch myself to make sure this is all real," she purred seductively.

"Honey this is as real as it gets and like you told me earlier, it's just the beginning!" Donna told her as she opened her bag and pulled out some clothes. She pulled on a pair of panties only to hear Katie tell her how yummy her ass looked in them. They weren't anything fancy but they were Victoria Secrets, all her underwear she brought this weekend was from there. She had wanted to bring sexy things in case her wish came true.

Just as Donna was about to put her bra on, a very sheer light blue lace that barely hid even her nipples Katie stopped her.

"No mom, no bra this weekend, I want the pleasure of seeing you hang free and bounce naturally. I've waited so long to see your beautiful boobs I don't want any bra holding them in!" 

"Whatever you want baby, I want to make you happy. I have to admit though I have never gone without a bra even when I was younger," she said as she tossed the unused garment on the bed.

"You're gonna love it, especially all the attention it's gonna get you. I'm gonna feel like the guy who walks down the street with the hottest girl. I'll know everyone's eyes will be on you but they can't have you can they Donna?" she said on her hands and knees while she gazed into her mom's eyes.

"Oh baby, no they can't have me, unless you give me to them. Do you want to do that honey, do you want to share your slut mom with all of your friends baby. If you do I'll do it you know, anything you ask I'll do it I promise!" she said as if in a trance.

She felt like she was hypnotized by her daughter's eyes, as if she had no will of her own right then. She meant what she was saying too, she would spread her legs for anyone her daughter offered her to. She knew it was going to happen it was just a matter of when and who the first person would be.

"Oh god mommy we're going to be so wonderful together. I think we're going to be a perfect couple, I'll lead you into such debauchery and you will be my eager follower wont you Donna?" she whispered in her mother's ear.

"Yes baby, yes, I will follow you anywhere but right now I think I want to follow you to brunch because my belly's grumbling," she said playfully breaking Katie's spell for the moment.

Just then they heard Trish shout out that the shower was free so Katie jumped off the bed and as she was about to leave the room turned and blew her mother a kiss.

Donna pretended to catch it and smiled widely at her daughter then watched her do a quick pirouette and leave the room. She felt so alive and free right now nothing could spoil her mood that was until she looked over at her phone. She had turned the ringer off when she got to Katie's apartment so she hadn't heard it go off. She had four missed calls all from this morning, every one of them from Jack. 

She cursed him under her breath for trying to interfere with her time with Katie even after she asked him not too. She had tried to explain to him that she didn't want anything disturbing them over the weekend. She had even refused his offer to come and have dinner with them on Monday when he had learned of her plan to stay over Sunday night too. 

She had shut him down because she didn't want him anywhere near what was happening here. She was making new memories this weekend and he wasn't supposed to be a part of these new ones. She had plenty of memories with him down here but this was new and different, this was Donna version 2.0. She had always loved this part of the city more than any other but hadn't visited it in so many years. Now she was back again and it was part of why she felt so alive and free.

After they were all dressed Donna let herself be led to a smallish restaurant on Avenue B called the Cornerstone Café. She almost couldn't keep up with the chatter going on but it didn't matter to her because she was right at home on her daughter's arm. She had already adopted the role of the girlfriend in her new relationship with Katie. She held her arm and put her head on her daughter's shoulder as they walked down the street. Because it was the east village it appeared as normal as anything else so no one gave them a second glance because of it.

They did attract looks though but they were looks of envy from both young men and women. None of them were wearing a bra and it was fairly obvious especially from Donna. She was so turned on by allowing her daughter to stake her claim over her in the street that her nipples were hard as rocks. 

When they got to the restaurant the hostess knew both Katie and Trish and sat them at a table in the outdoor café part of the restaurant. It was a beautiful spring day outside and even though it was the middle of the afternoon the place was packed. Donna was amazed at the amount of activity in this part of the city and once again found herself impressed and saddened by all the changes.

As they were being sat Donna couldn't help but notice the cute hostess whisper into Katie's ear. She saw Katie whisper back to her and the young girl gave Donna a once over that made her wonder what had transpired between them.

"Donna, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine Michelle! Me and Michelle used to...well I guess you know!" Katie told her. Her curiosity must have been written all over her face so Katie had taken the bull by the horns.

Donna knew exactly what she meant; this young punk girl was another of Katie's conquests. She would have to ask her just how many conquests she actually had since living here. Donna was taken with the young woman too because there was something very erotic about her. She wasn't by any means sleazy but there was a hunger in her eyes that Donna could see, it made her curious what it would feel like to let this young tigress feast upon her.

She was shorter than even Katie which put her at about five foot three inches tall. She had an almost elvish appearance about her and it took a moment for Donna to put her finger on it. If her hair hadn't been dyed purple and had been blonde she could easily pass for a young Cate Blanchett. It was hard to tell what kind of body she had because she wasn't dressed to let anyone know. Donna wondered if the young woman was a fully fledged lesbian and it made her blush slightly.

"Well Donna is it; I have to admit I'm a little shocked!" 

Donna recovered and before answering her leaned over and gave Katie a smoldering kiss that had other's looking on. Then she looked at the girl and asked, "What shocked you, maybe our age difference. You shouldn't let it; I mean if you really are Katie's friend you must know she has a thing for older women? I keep trying to convince her she has mommy issues but she won't admit it!"




What to Do with a Full Nest Pt. 01



Trish was trying to stifle her laughter at the way Donna had thrown Michelle off. She knew that Michelle was fiery and had no problem speaking her mind. Katie had taken her to the maximum four visits before cutting her loose too. She remembered it took Michelle a while to get over it. 

Katie's attraction to Michelle had always baffled her because she was nowhere near the type of girl that Katie targeted when looking for a woman lover. It was always as Donna just said, an older more mature woman.

Michelle stared down for a second at Donna sizing her up once again. Then she smiled and held her hand out, "No actually the age thing didn't surprise me, trust me I know firsthand about her mommy thing. You're right though she's as stubborn as they come and she won't ever admit it. No, what surprised me was when she whispered to me she referred to you as her girlfriend. Katie's always been unreachable on that level so you must be pretty special. It's so nice to meet you Donna."

Donna looked over at Katie who was squirming in her seat at the whole interaction, "Did she really, well it's always good to hear these things second hand. Girlfriend, Hmmmm I kind of like the sound of that. I think it's something I could easily get used to! Yes Michelle it's very nice to meet you too!"

Instead of just taking the girls hand she stood up and pulled her into a hug making sure to press her braless breasts into the girl's chest too. When she did she was surprised to feel a set of boobs that probably wasn't much smaller than hers or Katie's. When she let the girl go and sat back down she caught Michelle giving Katie two thumbs up. 

As they all sat and checked out the menu Katie kept catching a look of curiosity from her mom. She had forgotten that Michelle was still hosting here and found it amusing that in two days her mother had already met two of her former lovers. Before this weekend she might have been embarrassed or afraid that her mother would judge her and think that she was some kind of slut. However after last night there had to be no doubt in her mom's eyes that she was definitely a slut. The best part of that was that Donna seemed eager to follow right in her footsteps.

"Very cute honey, should I be looking forward to some quality naked time with her too like we promised Naomi?" Donna teased.

"I don't know mom, I seriously doubt she would refuse a romp in the bed with us!" Katie said with a laugh.

Trish looked up from her menu and asked Katie what was so funny. She had already made up her mind what she wanted.

"Listen to me and my mother, we're sitting here talking about whether we will hook up with another of my ex-lovers. It's so surreal and crazy, I feel like I've died and gone to heaven and got my most heartfelt wish!" she said reaching for her lover's hand.

"I guess I just want to make up for lots of lost time honey, both with you and with myself. I've wanted to become more open sexually for quite some time now but your dad just couldn't see it. He wouldn't even hear it when I suggested maybe playing with others and he even threatened to file for divorce if I kept bringing it up." Donna explained.

"Wow mom, do you think he would do that, what about us if he finds out? Do you think daddy will divorce you if he finds out what we want to do with each other?" Katie asked with concern. She never wanted to break her parents up with her desires for her mom. She felt like it could be a separate thing from her life in Connecticut but if she thought deeper on the subject she knew he would find out eventually.

In fact ever since Trish had explained her own parents cuckold style relationship she was intrigued at what it would take to make her dad accept the same thing. She wickedly envisioned her and her mom in her parent's bed with Scott fucking them while her father sat passively in a chair watching. The thought made her shiver and her pussy leak at the sheer depravity of it.

"No honey I don't think he would do it, but right now I don't care if he would. I feel alive again for the first time in years and I refuse to let go of the excitement of yesterday. I will tell you though that I'm sure he will find out about us, it might even come right from me one day if he pisses me off. I love your father but I need to have a life that is full and exciting so when he does find out I will hope for the best." Donna told her sincerely.

Katie was overjoyed to hear that her mom would continue to be her lover even if her dad found out. She felt the inspiration to throw her wicked little idea out there to get her mother's reaction.

"Mom, I want you to think about something, it's really dirty and really wicked so close your eyes and picture everything I'm going to say. I want you to picture you on your hands and knees on your bed back at home, and then I want you to imagine yourself getting fucked. A raw deep emotionless fuck, just sport sex primal and raw. Then I want you to also picture your face in between my thighs. My legs are spread wide and it's obvious that I was fucked right before you because there is cum dripping down my thighs. Then I want you to picture your face eating that very same cum out of my cunt while I hold you in place. After a few minutes the person fucking you fills your pussy with his seed and you immediately turn around and plant yourself on my face. You eagerly feed me, your own daughter that warm cum right from your cunt and as you do I eat you to another massive orgasm on the same bed you sleep with your husband every night. Can you see that, I mean can you really picture what I'm asking you?"

Both Donna and Trish were visibly affected by Katie's graphic description of a threesome with her mother. Trish's fair skin was red with desire after hearing Katie ask her mother to put that in her head. 

Donna was breathing heavily as she answered, "Oh god yes I can picture that, you are such a wicked little slut turning me on like that here in public. Now I have to sit here with my pussy dripping on this chair."

"Whoa, one second mom I'm not done yet, there's one more part of that picture that I want you to see. This is the thing that takes it from perverse to depraved and I can't even believe I'm suggesting it but...the last thing I want to picture is daddy sitting in a chair watching all of that while we all fuck!"

Both Donna and Trish moaned out loud as the sight of Steve sitting docilely watching his wife and daughter fucking each other and another man exploded in their heads. Trish of course had some experience with these thoughts but Donna was taken totally by surprise. The picture that Katie had painted in her head had made her leak before adding that last bit. Now she almost felt like the slightest touch would make her pussy explode. It was so perversely wrong but so damn erotic. Of course it would always be a fantasy now that Katie had put it in her head but she had no faith that Steve would ever do that.

Of course up until this week she had always believed her fantasies involving Katie would never come true. She wanted to curse her daughter for planting the seed of that scenario in her head because it would now grow and germinate just like her thoughts about Katie had done.

"Honey, I am speechless but so fucking turned on right now. Why would you even think that the same man I just described to you would ever do something like that? I mean I told you what his reaction was when I just suggested us playing with others and he would have been involved in that."

"I don't know mom, it's just that after Trish revealed how her mother and father live together I thought...I guess I thought that maybe we could lead daddy down that path together once you said you were sure he would find out about us." Katie said softly. She was no different than her roommate of mother, the idea had her juices flowing freely and she found herself wishing they had skipped the dam brunch. 

Just then Michelle returned to take their order and it broke the spell for a few minutes.

Trish ordered the Texas French toast because it was her absolute favorite. They would take the huge pieces of bread and after cooking them split them and fill them with strawberries and mascarpone cheese. Katie had always shrugged her head as she watched her eat it wondering how she kept the weight off.

Donna let Katie order for her for two reasons, first was she honestly felt like she was out on a date and when her and Jack had first started seeing each other he would do that for her too. Second of course was she had never been here and Katie knew the menu, so she wound up baked eggs with Italian sausage, tomato sauce and basil. It was kind of like a frittata but served in a casserole dish. Donna moaned with every bite loving the whole thing, not just the eggs but the whole experience.

It was a beautiful Saturday and she was eating at an outdoor café with her lover and her young friend. Life couldn't get any better, and then her phone rang again.

Katie who was having a specialty burger called a Tuscan fontina burger looked at the cloud that came over her mother's face when the phone rang.

"Mom it must be dad aren't you going to pick it up?" she asked playfully. She felt wicked encouraging her new lover to pick up the phone and talk to her husband while they sat in the café.

"No damn him, I told him yesterday not to call this weekend. I told him I wanted this to be strictly a girl's weekend together and that he could handle not talking with me for a few days," Donna said making no effort to hide her exasperation.

'Here give it to me; I'll fix it all right now!" Katie said taking the phone from her mom.

"Honey..." 

"Relax mommy, I think I have little bit of influence with my daddy too don't you?"

Jack of course was once again about to hang up, he had tried Donna four times the day before and gotten nothing. Now still nothing and he was starting to get nervous and his fears and suspicions were eating away at him even more. He hadn't slept more than 3 hours the night before because of the lust filled nightmares he had experienced. 

He not only had woken up numerous times but had furiously masturbated each time he did. It seemed to be the only thing he could do to get the images of Donna getting fucked to go away briefly. He felt sickened at his own reactions to the nightmares and for the first time ever wondered if his father had been right about loving someone enough to give them more freedom than a conventional marriage allowed.

Just as he was about to hang up he heard a voice, it wasn't Donnas' but it was just as good to him.

"Katie, honey I've been trying to get your mom is she there with you right now?" he said with just a slight edge of anxiety in his voice.

"Oh and hello to you too daddy!" Katie giggled while looking at Donna. Her mother had a seriously pissed off look on her face. Katie needed to handle this because she wanted her mom to stay relaxed and happy.

"Honey I'm sorry, hi how are you doing?"

"I'm fine daddy and so is mommy. She's out with Trish at the moment I think Trish took her to a clothes store nearby to get something for tonight. I'm taking mom out to a club for the first time in years for her. Is everything okay with you, I mean you almost sound frantic?"

"No honey, everything's okay it's just that I tried calling yesterday to make sure your mom made it to your house safe but I never heard back. Going to a club huh, I guess she's having a good time then," he answered trying to tone down his nervousness.

"Daddy just listen to yourself, mom's a big girl and I think she can handle riding a few trains on her own. Anyway she got her safe as a bug in a yesterday and we wound up eating at an Indian restaurant that you and her used to have dinner at all the time. She even knew the manager and it was tons of fun. Remember dad the whole point of this weekend is for mom to have fun and loosen up some so just trust me that I have her best interests in heart. Let her go till Monday okay and then I promise your wife will come home to you a happier woman than when she left okay?"

He had really hoped to talk with Donna because on top of his worries it was the first time they had been apart overnight ever. He was missing her and felt lost in some way but he would try and accept it after all it was just one weekend.

"You're right honey, I'm glad she's having fun with you it'll be good for her. I mean it's only this one weekend and maybe a couple more right?" 

Katie saw the moment and pounced even though she knew by the sound in her father's voice it would be a hardship for him. Unfortunately for him she was thinking selfishly and not considering the effect on him that her request would have.

"Ummmmm well I was going to call you and talk with you about that daddy. I mean once mom showed up yesterday I had a sudden brainstorm. I've been drawing a complete blank about my huge film project that I need to have for the fall semester. Then I was sitting with mom and listening to her talk about how she felt after I came to live here and how it affected her. Suddenly it came to me that she must not be alone in this feeling and my project came to mind, I suggested it to her and she was thrilled. The only part she wasn't thrilled with was how it would affect you..." Katie left the hook dangling waiting for her father to bite.

Jack just couldn't escape a gut feeling that this conversation was one that would change his life. He shrugged it off because it was his sweet innocent little Katie talking with him, how could anything she asked for be a threat to him.

"What is it honey, tell me?" Jack bit.

Katie pulled the hook and set it in her father, "It involves mom directly and she will be one of the subjects of the film. It will examine the effects of the so called 'empty nest syndrome' on woman her age. It will also show how we help her come around and get past the depression and feeling of loss she was living with."

Jack didn't see how this could be so bad; it would give Donna a feeling of being involved with something important. It was definitely important too because he knew other couples must be living through the same nightmare he had for the last few months. So much for his feeling of dread, he was proud of his daughter for wanting to get her mother involved.

"Honey that sounds like a great idea, I'm all for it. I can't help but believe it will be great for your mom to be involved in something so important too. So what do you need to make it happen, how much will she have to be involved?" Jack swallowed, hook line and sinker.

"Well that's the rub daddy and it's where mom's concern came into play. I told her you would be fine with it because you would see how important it could be for her and for lots of other people too. I need mom to be here every weekend for the next six months, form Friday morning till Monday afternoon. I know it sounds like a lot but it's going to be a very intense film with a lot of emotional exposure. Mom's going to have to be exposing herself in ways you wouldn't imagine to let the audience feel what she is feeling." Katie pulled at her fish on the hook. 

Jack for sure felt like that fish too, his gut felt the effect of the hook being lodged in there. He couldn't believe his ears, every weekend for six months! His marriage was in trouble before this weekend and he wondered how they could work on it if Donna wasn't going to be there for the majority of time he wasn't working.

"Honey, I don't know...I mean it sounds like a great idea but six months, every weekend? I, well, when would me and your mother have time together. I understand how important this could be for her and for others but..."

The strength of her line was now about to be put to the test. Could she reel him in or would he break away and decide she was crazy for asking what she did.

"Daddy don't you remember how when I was young you would always tell me that not enough people in the world put other's before themselves. That there weren't enough altruistic acts being done and that the world was getting more and more selfish? Mom knows it will be tough for you but let me ask you a personal question, did things get better for you the last few days before this weekend?"

"Ummm what do you mean honey?" Jack said back. He knew what she was asking but wasn't really comfortable with talking about it with his daughter.

"Dad, I'm going to be twenty years old and I'm not a virgin, did your sex life get better this week. Was mommy a better wife to you when she had something to look forward to?" Katie reeled him in a little more.

"Well yes I guess you can say they did get better, but honey it had been months before that since...well you know."

"Daddy believe it or not but me and mommy have a pretty open relationship. She told me all about her loss of desire and lack of passion. She also told me that once she knew she was coming to see me that it was like a fog lifted from her and she couldn't get enough of you the last few nights. Well she wanted me to promise you that if you let her be in my film every week when she comes home it will be just the same. She wanted me to tell you that she promises to make you feel like you are twenty one all over again. Do this for her daddy, please do it for me and do it for other people who might find what we do helpful and stimulating!"

Jack hadn't ever been able to really deny his daughter anything and after hearing her impassioned plea he knew he would agree. Hey if Donna lived up to what she said to Katie he might just need his weekends to recover from the weeknights.

"Okay kitten, you are going to owe me a huge favor someday though. Tell your mom to enjoy the rest of the weekend, oh and tell her that her twenty one year old husband will be waiting for her with open arms on Monday night!"

"Oh thank you daddy, thank you so much. I can't begin to tell you how happy this will make both me and mommy. Don't you worry either I will be taking care of mommy every weekend she is here too, it will be as if she was here with you! I love you so much and thank you again!" Katie gushed. She couldn't believe her father had gone for it so easily. She was sure it would take more than one phone call.

"I love you too honey, tell your mom I love her too!" Jack said and hung up. There was one last thing that Katie had said that had made him uneasy. She had said that whenever Donna was with her it would be as if he was there with her. He let it rattle in his brain and then let it go after all it couldn't mean anything because it was his daughter saying it. Then he briefly remembered his jealousies over the close relationship the two of them had and he quickly squashed that thought.

His paranoia had him thinking things that were so ridiculous and absurd that he went into her father's study and poured himself a double shot of scotch. He sat there and let all his fears pass for now instead focusing on what Donna had told Katie, he remembered there was lots of sex when he was twenty one.

After she hung up with her father Katie handed her mother back her phone. She pulled her into an embrace and kissed her deeply. 

"Hmmm hmmm," she heard as Michelle appeared, "Katie please keep in mind that this is a family restaurant!"

"It never seemed to bother you when it was you on the receiving end, my girlfriend here is curious as to how you might taste on the receiving end. Would you care to set something up to let her get her own taste?" Katie motioned to Donna.

Donna was speechless both from Katie's conversation with Jack and the kiss right after it. Now on top of that Katie was offering her ex lover an opportunity to join the growing list of people that wanted in with them.

"Is that true Donna, do you think you might like to compare my taste with your girlfriend's?"

Donna tried to recover and seem witty about the whole thing but Jack's conversation with Katie was the biggest thing on her mind.




What to Do with a Full Nest Pt. 01



"I told her it thought you were kind of hot in a punk sort of way. There's only one thing though I don't play without Katie would that be a problem, oh and I'm only in the city on weekends!" Donna teased. 

"Well since I've already enjoyed the fruits of Katie's loins and wouldn't mind another taste I don't see that being an issue," Michelle said as she scribbled something on a guest check and handed it to Donna.

"That's my number; if you are serious you need to call me not Katie. By the way Katie I have to commend you, I've never seen a picture of your mom but you sure picked one who could pass for her. It seems those mommy issues are still running strong in that gorgeous little head of yours, enjoy your food!"

After she left both Trish who had been silent while devouring her French toast just looked up wide eyed at both mother and daughter. She was wondering how wild things could or would get just by being in their proximity.

"Katie, was I hearing things, did you really get Jack to agree to me spending all my weekends here for six months?" Donna asked excitedly.

"Mine for six months mom, my film is going to be very important and it will be a huge help to you and others! I never even lied about what it was going to be about, I told him that you would be exposing yourself in ways he couldn't imagine. It's not my fault if he can't imagine you with your face plastered to my pretty pussy!" 

Donna felt jubilant inside, this weekend would be followed by so many more to be spent in an erotic wonderland orchestrated by her oversexed daughter. Of course there was the other thing she heard, that might not be so easily pulled off.

"But you told him I would basically screw him like we were twenty one again during the week. I was able to do that this week because my head was filled with fantasies about you. How on earth will I be able to keep that level of intensity all the time?" she worried.

"Geezus mom, trust me when you go home on Monday's your mind is going to be chock full of new memories, not fantasies. The memories we make should be able to keep you hot every week until you come back to make more the following week." Katie told her with confidence.

Donna thought about it for a while as she ate her eggs, savoring each delicious bite. It would seem that both Trish and Katie had developed a sense of taste when it came to eating out; it was just one more thing that made Donna feel at home.

"Well we have at least six months of freedom, maybe in that time I can get Joanna to give some advice on how to get Jack into a chair like Steve," Donna joked with a wink at both Trish and Katie.

She had let Katie plant the seed of Jack's cuckolding now, she knew it would sprout and grow. It would fill her mind with the desire to make it real just like her becoming Katie's lover was now real. She replayed the scene Katie had put in her head and it once again caused her pussy to drip. There was one difference though, in her scene Jack was actually made to share the man's semen with Katie. Joanna had once described how hot it made her to have Steve suck her lover's cum from her pussy and a small part of Donna was now curious about that too.

"Ooooo mom would you really do that, would you get daddy to give his acceptance by watching? I have to tell you that just the possibility fills my already perverted mind with even more dirty thoughts. I hope Joanna can coach you in the right direction!" Katie said excitedly.

Donna noticed that at every mention of her mother's name Trish would look at her with a hopeful gaze. Since Katie had been able to establish a slight miracle by already getting Jack to agree to giving up his weekends with her she was in a very generous mood too.

She leaned over and whispered something to Katie and her daughter looked at her best friend. She looked happy but sad at the same time. She smiled and nodded yes at her mother's suggestion then she picked up her mother's phone.

Donna leaned over and pulled Trish's ear close enough so she could whisper to her, "Remember what we did on the dance floor last night when I told you to close your eyes and think of Joanna?"

Trish smiled and nodded her head yes.

"Do the same thing right now sweetie!" she whispered again. 

Trish closed her eyes and pictured her mother's face and then she felt lips press against her own. She instinctively knew it was Donna kissing her again but she was able to fall into the fantasy. She responded as if she was starved for her mother's touch and attention throwing herself entirely into the kiss.

Donna was swept away by the intensity of Trish's kiss in return. The girl was a ticking time bomb right now but she was going to do something right now to help her out.

"Oh wow, I'm sorry Donna I didn't mean to lose it like that," Trish said while blushing as much as possible.

"Honey don't you dare ever apologize for giving someone a kiss like that! I will tell you one thing and I think I can speak for Katie too, if you weren't determined to let your mom be your first woman we would be ripping your clothes off you and sharing you between us tonight!" Donna said softly enough so no one but the three of them could hear.

Trish blushed even brighter, "Really you guys would share me if I let you?"

"You better count on that happening someday sis, you've wanted me for months and I know it! Now that I've brought out the latent girl lover in my mom I can see how she looks at you too!" Katie told her sincerely.

"So you know I've wanted to ...well ...be with you too?" Trish asked shyly.

"You were easy to read as a book girlfriend, all it would have taken is one move on your part. I'm kind of glad it hasn't happened yet because I find it both romantic and filthy that you want to save yourself for your mom!"

"Mmmmm yeah I really do, I think it will help build a certain closeness that's been missing from our relationship while I grew up!"

"You know what since she seems to be the topic of discussion I think we should get her involved right now, did you get what I wanted Katie?" Donna asked taking her phone back.

"Both video and pictures mom, you guys looked hot!" 

"What are you talking about Katie, what did you do?" Trish asked.

"Don't worry about it honey, it's only something to help get you what you want the most in the world right now. I'm going to get you into your mother's bed just as naked as you want to be!" Donna told her.

She dialed a number and sat and smiled at Trish and Katie, after a few seconds someone on the other end picked up.

"Jo! How good to hear your voice. Yeah I know it's been a while I kind if was under the weather for some time. Listen I need a favor from you this week; I would love to have lunch with you maybe on Tuesday if you can take the day. Yeah it's kind of important, it has to do with where I am right now and something you said you are afraid of happening! Listen; hold on, I want you to guess where I am right now? Nope not even close, I'm sitting in Alphabet City having brunch with two beautiful young women both of whom you know. Yep both of them, and I have so much to fill you in on why I'm here. Check your messages in a minute or two because I think you will be interested in what you get! Oh and before you want to kill me don't worry what you are going to see is all that happened, well at least with one of them. Listen too much to tell now just meet me Tuesday you won't be sorry!" Donna finished before putting the phone down.

"Oh Lord Donna, what did you send my mom!" Trish asked anxiously.

"Well honey I just outed you to the woman you want get naked with. She just got video and picture of you making out with me! I hope you are ready because I am willing to bet that your life will be even more interesting after Tuesday. You need to do me a favor though, as hard as it will be you have to avoid any calls from your mom till Tuesday afternoon. Let me set the stage for her please!"

Trish just sat there in shock; in one phone call Donna had just changed her life. She was going to have to put up or shut up now and she knew which one she wanted to do! She was more than ready to put up and out for her mom, if Donna was telling her the truth about her mom's secrets.

"Donna, I don't even know what to say right now, I've been thinking about nothing but my mom since I watched you and Katie. I just hope if it happens I can be good for her, I mean ...well I just hope it happens!" Trish said with a tear falling down her cheek.

"Oh don't cry sweetie and trust me after that phone call and what I sent her...it will happen. I hope you're going to be ready for her because your mom's sexual appetite makes my horny little daughter look like a beginner. If you guys click and I have no doubt you will don't be surprised if you ...Well I'm not going to say anymore. Oh look my phone is ringing I can't guess who that will be!" Donna told her.

She picked up her phone and sure enough it was Joanna calling her back. She didn't answer it but instead sent her friend a text.

"Hey sis looks like someone wants you! Mom what did you text her?" Katie asked.

"I just asked her the same thing I asked Trish to be patient till Tuesday. I asked her not to call you either till then. I told her that I'm going to make her dirtiest fantasy come true but she had to trust me. So again Trish, I hope you are gonna be happy as I am in getting what you want!" Donna said.

"Thank you Donna, I can't begin to thank you enough. I promise you this though for both you and Katie, if me and my mom happen you will both get what you wanted before. I will give myself to the both of you for twenty fours to do anything you want with, I'll be your toy to play with for one whole day!" Trish gushed happily. She could feel her fantasy getting closer to being reality and her pussy reflected it by dripping freely.

"Ooooooo you hear that mommy a Trish toy to play with, do you think we can figure out something to do with her?" Katie teased.

"I know we can baby but speaking of toys, I think it's time to pay the check here and go shopping don't you!" she said seductively.

"Ooooo yeah baby, I already know just what I want to buy for us!" Katie said with a filthy smile.

"Honey remember, we have your dad's black card, we should but lots of things! Oh and don't worry about him seeing the bill who do you think pays them for him?" Donna said while whipping out the very same card to pay for brunch.

As she was putting the tip on the check she included another piece of paper for Michelle.

When she returned with the card Michelle leaned into Donnas' ear and whispered something to her. As she did she discretely placed her hand on Donnas' braless breast and played with her nipple. As she did it she stared right into Katie's eyes invitingly. 

After she left Katie couldn't wait, "What the hell was that all about mom? She just felt you up right here!"

"Ooooooo yes she did sweetie and it was so deliciously wicked too. I had told her in the check that you said her pussy tastes like fresh strawberries. When she came back she told me that I would have to taste it for myself and she reminded me to call her!" Donna said mischievously.

"I see lots of sluttiness in our future together mom; you're fitting right in right away!" Katie said while hugging her lover.

"Let's go now girls I can't wait to see all the dirty things we can get! Oh my god I just realized that the last time I went toy shopping with you honey was for Barbie dolls!" Donna said laughing.

"You won't find any Barbies where I'm taking us mommy; we're heading to the Pink Pussycat boutique on the west side! Maybe we should let Trish use daddy's card to get some presents for her mom too!" Katie volunteered.

"Hmmm would you like that honey, would you like to buy some presents for you and Joanna?" Donna asked as they hailed a cab.

"Wow yeah, definitely! I have to share this with you guys though, my pussy is soaked and I need to cum something fierce!" Trish said softly as they settled into the back of the cab with Donna in the middle.

Both Katie and Donna laughed and said at the same time, "Join the club sweetie, join the club!"

While the three women laughed and chattered away in the back of a cab on the short ride to the Pink Pussycat there was different scene being played out in Connecticut.

In the Edwards house Joanna was sitting on the bed in the master bedroom contemplating everything that had just occurred in the last few minutes. She had just received an extremely unusual phone call from her friend Donna Calloway the mother of her daughter's best friend Katie. 

The phone call had left her confused and shaking but it had been the attachments to the text she received that had her fingers jammed in her pussy. In them it clearly showed Donna making out with Trish, her daughter. The very same daughter that last year Joanna had confessed to Donna she was afraid to be around. The very same daughter she had masturbated about numerous times in the last year. 

Joanna was a very highly sexed woman and was very confident and aggressive in that part of her life. She had been that way right after taking a job with the company she currently worked for. They were one of the top negotiating firms in the country; they were the ones you brought in to finalize a deal if your own people seemed unable to do it. Joanna was at this point in her career one of the top people in her company.

Early on in her career she had learned that being willing to do anything it took to get a deal done was the key to success in this field. It was only two months into her job that she used the warm place between her legs to sweeten the pot in what was an especially harrowing negotiation. After it was done and she had realized that she had cheated on her husband she felt slightly guilty but it wasn't enough to wash away the feeling of success at having gotten the deal done. A light went off in her head then; she realized she could get fucked and use her pussy to get to the top of her firm. 

At first she struggled with the moral dilemma of getting paid for sex, she briefly thought of herself as a prostitute. Then she realized that while they may have shared the same basic nature of their jobs Joanna was at the elite level of people who got paid to fuck. A prostitute generally had no pick of her clients and spent day after day on her back for hours, Joanna only serviced some of the top level clients in her company and only if she chose to. 

She didn't spend hours on her back day after day, in reality it was only one or two times a month that she was called upon to put a negotiation over the top with her outstanding bedroom skills. It wasn't however a big leap from committing adultery for money to committing adultery just for the sheer pleasure of the sex for her either. In doing what she was doing for the company Joanna had discovered something about herself that she immediately grasped enthusiastically, she loved sex and needed lots of it. So much more than her husband Steve could ever provide. She also found out that she loved having a variety of lovers with their different shaped cocks and different sizes. While some women might consider themselves size queens Joanna was what she considered an angle queen. She would gladly take a 6 inch cock that had a great curve to it over a twelve inch cock that just filled her up.

After doing what she wanted for five years she started to get sloppy in her caution. Now looking back she wondered if she was purposely setting up the confrontation that was to come. At first she had always made sure she showered and cleaned her lover's deposits out of her pussy before returning home to Steve. Then she had gotten careless, not bothering to shower till she got home each time. She was even allowing some of her lovers to leave little marks on her body which she always explained as bruises from bumping into something.

Well Steve was not a stupid man and he started to wonder, he let his suspicions build up till one day while Trish was staying overnight at Katie's house he confronted her. She walked in the house after ten at night and started to head to the bathroom, just briefly stopping to kiss him on the cheek. Unlike other times though he followed her upstairs and waited till she started undressing. She saw him watching and without any care casually continued to remove her clothes. 

Of course there was no mistaking the stream of cum that ran down her legs as she removed her panties. She looked at Steve smirked arrogantly and just shrugged her shoulders. She waited for the explosion to come but it never did. Instead her husband just walked over to her and fell to his knees in front of her and did something that shocked her to her core. It was a single act that redefined their entire sexual relationship and led it down the path to where it was today. He leaned forward and licked her lover's cum form his own wife's adulterous legs. He licked it all off then moved his head to her pussy and eagerly cleaned her out with his tongue.

After he was done and Joanna had one of the largest orgasms of her life they sat on the bed together and talked. She told him the whole story of how everything had led to this day. As she was telling him she couldn't help but notice the tent in his underwear. Joanna loved Steve's cock; it was one of those with just the right curve to it that always made her cum. She reassured him that it had nothing to do with his cock or the size of it. She just was honest with him and told him she needed so much more than he could provide.

As they lay there and Joanna was reliving the lovers she had enjoyed in the last years she watched Steve grasp himself and start stroking. When he did she asked his if the idea of her fucking other people excited him. He couldn't very well lie because of the evidence in his own hands. Then she asked him if she should continue doing what she was doing, should she keep fucking outside their marriage. Once again Steve just kept stroking his cock enthusiastically answering her question without using words. Then she asked him the question that had started them down the road to his being where he was today. She asked him if he wanted to watch her get pleased by someone else. She asked him if he would like to hear her scream in orgasm because of another man's cock. It was those last two questions that sent Steve over the edge and as he was shooting cum all over his stomach and hand he shouted, "Yes, Yes, Yes" to all of her questions.

That had led to them exploring and researching what a cuckold lifestyle was like. Joanna had led the way in pushing Steve further and further into his new adopted role in their marriage. It had been pretty tame while their daughter lived at home because of obvious reasons but since she had moved in with Katie it had exploded in kinkiness.

In the last months it had gotten pretty wild in the Edwards household to the point where right now Joanna was laying on her bed with her fingers in her pussy while her current lover was sucking her nipples. While he was doing that Steve was sitting in the chair by the side of the bed that had his name engraved on it. He wanted desperately to jerk his cock but he couldn't because of the new introduction into their cuckold life, his cock cage.

As he looked at Joanna's face that was a study in lust her lover George looked down at the phone that had dropped out of her hand. He instantly recognized the young woman in the photo as Joanna's daughter. Other people might have found it odd that she was sitting there fingering herself after seeing a picture of her daughter making out with another woman. Not George, he knew how kinky and wild Joanna could get. He wouldn't put it past this hot cougar he was fucking to have slutty thoughts towards her own little girl.

"Does that turn you on my pretty little slut? I see the picture, hey Steve you should see what someone just sent my slut. It's a hot picture of your sweet little daughter; she has her tongue down the throat of an older woman!" George gloated, "Answer me slut, does it turn you on? I bet you wish it was your mouth kissing her!"




What to Do with a Full Nest Pt. 01



Just as her husband had answered her questions years ago she gave the same answer, "Yes, oh god yes, I do wish it was me sucking her tongue. I wish it was me with her right now!"

It was only two years ago that Joanna had finally succumbed to having her first bi-sexual experience. Usually one of the other women negotiators that enjoyed being with women would take that role. It wasn't until one client in particular had insisted on Joanna being the lead negotiator on her account. She understood that Joanna had never done anything like that before and that made her even more determined to have her. Of course being the team player she always was Joanna had eventually agreed. 

After it was all over she was kicking herself in her own ass for waiting so long to try it. She and the client had actually enjoyed a three month affair afterwards before she had to return to her home in England. Of course there was one side effect of her affair; she started looking at other women in a sexual way. That of course had led her to seeing her own daughter Trish through different eyes, seeing her for the beautiful young woman she had grown to be. 

All of a sudden whenever she was around her she would feel her heartbeat increase and she started getting sweaty. She would feel her nipples harden and her pussy start to juice up, this was wreaking havoc with her head. It had all come to a head about one week before Trish was set to move out when she had accidently walked in on her while she was drying off in the bathroom. She didn't think Trish knew it but she stood outside the bathroom and shoved her hand into her shorts and rubbed herself while watching. She knew then that it wasn't safe for her to be around Trish because she knew she would try seducing her.

That had led to some serious distance between them since Trish had started school and she deeply regretted it. They had never been the bosom buddy type of mother daughter like Donna and Katie but she loved her daughter deeply. She had always known that he job was responsible for some distance between them but she tried to always show she loved her when the opportunities arose. 

There were very few people she was close enough to even talk to about what she was feeling. The one she chose was Donna, her daughter's best friend's mom and a good friend to her over the years. Donna was the only one other than Steve who knew about what she did for a living. She had forever earned Joanna's trust when she had seen her bringing a client home into her own bed one night while Steve was out. 

Donna had discretely spoken to her and for some reason Joanna told her everything including Steve's growing fetish. So it was only natural that she turned to Donna with this new found desire and obsession. While she was telling her she had even thought about seducing Donna but had backed off in her mind. She had no doubt that the gorgeous olive skinned friend of hers would be a great bed partner but she didn't want to complicate their friendship.

She had gone on to confess her attraction to her own daughter and wasn't surprised to find that Donna had not judged her at all. In fact when she was talking about Trish she mentioned how having a beautiful daughter was tough for someone as highly sexed as her. She mentioned Katie and Donnas' closeness and Donna had gotten a strange dreamy look on her face.

Now after her phone call and the shock it had sent into her system she kept replaying one of the things Donna had said to her in her mind.

She had said, "Oh and before you want to kill me don't worry what you are going to see is all that happened, well at least with one of them."

It was clear she was telling her that all she had done with Trish was kiss her; it was the other half of that statement that was playing with her head. Did it mean that Donna was playing with Katie? Could that be possible and if so was she responsible for putting the idea in her head after talking to her about her and Trish. It didn't really matter though because it sounded like Donna was getting ready to serve Trish up to her on a silver platter. 

She thought briefly on the subject and wondered if she would take advantage of the situation if it was truly placed in her lap. She didn't hesitate a second to decide that not only would she take advantage of it but she would become her daughter's tutor and mentor in the art of sexual adventuring. She would make her not only her lover but her protégé and she would enjoy that sweet young body over and over again.

Joanna finished herself off with her fingers bringing herself to an even larger climax than even George had given her since he arrived the night before. Of course his mouth on her tits did help some except she was imagining it was her sweet daughter's mouth nursing at her breast. 

All of a sudden she wanted George gone and just wanted to focus on her thoughts about Trish. She broke the bad news to him and waited while he dressed and left. When she returned to the bedroom she looked at Steven who had sat there silently through everything that had just happened. He had learned his place as cuckold well and part of that was to never say anything in the bedroom if she had a lover over unless he was addressed first. 

She looked at him after escorting George out and wondered how he would react to the news she had for him. She wasn't one to beat around the bush so she told him he could speak freely now.

"Honey I'm a little confused I thought you were going to keep George for the whole weekend?" he asked trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

As much as he tried it still showed on his face. Joanna noticed it and felt just a touch of her respect for her husband die in seeing that.

"Oh are you sad honey, did I make the real man leave only to keep my little wimp here?" she asked making no effort of hiding the scorn she felt at that moment for him.

"No it's not that, not at all...what was he talking about before he left honey? Why was he saying those things about Trish?" 

"Why honey, would you like to know why he was saying those things? I'll tell you why, because it was true, someone we know sent me a picture and video of our sweet daughter making out with a woman my age. Do you want to know something else my sweet little cuckold, something that might shock even you?" Joanna teased. As she did she played with his caged cock lifting it and moving it around.

"Uhhh...what...please Jo...unlock me so I can cum please!" he begged.

"I'm sorry my darling but you aren't scheduled for release until tomorrow night! It wouldn't be right for me to make a habit of unlocking you just because you asked," she said cruelly.

"But that was because George was going to be here till then, remember our agreement. I agreed to the cage but only when you had a lover over. So please unlock me and tell me what you were going to say a minute ago," he pleaded.

"Honey I don't know if you can handle what I'm going to tell you but I will unlock you. You are right our agreement is to only keep you caged while I have a lover here. Well let me tell you what is on my mind right now," she said pulling the key from around her neck and freeing his cock. 

Looking at it she had to admit that Steve's cock was still one of her favorites even if it was attached to a man who loved to see his wife get fucked by others. 

"It's been awhile since I took on a regular lover Steve and I think I'm way overdue. So I think I've decided in who it's going to be. Just remember before I tell you who it is going to be that my lovers are totally my choice. It doesn't matter if you agree or not I take whomever I want into my body because it is my body right cucky?"

"Yes honey, it's your body. I'm just lucky enough to enjoy it sometimes."

"Well baby that phone call was definitely about our little girl Trish who it would seem isn't such a little girl anymore," she casually said.

She could immediately see the horror on his face, the look of denial that she knew would come.

"Please honey you can't be saying...please no...she's our little girl..." he whined.

"No Steve she's not a little girl anymore, she's a grown woman with great tits and an amazing ass. She even shaves her pussy, do you know how I know all that. It's because I walked in on her in the shower one day. Since then she's always been in the back of my mind, I can't stop thinking and wondering how sweet her pussy would be. So yes, now I'm going to find out, I am almost sure that Trish will be my next full time lover!" she said with a laugh.

It was then that her cuckold husband let loose a low moan and his now released cock just erupted on its own without even being touched. He had shot a huge load of cum all over himself and the bed sheets two feet away.

Joanna giggled and told her husband playfully, "Well it sure seems like a certain part of you thinks me and Trish belong together!"

It hadn't been a very long cab ride from the restaurant to the Pink Pussycat and each of the women emerging from the cab were grateful. If it had been a longer ride the cab driver would have been treated to an exhibition that would have been permanently implanted in his head. 

Donna and the two young women with her were all riding a sexual high that was threatening to explode at any moment. As it was Katie had planted herself on her mother's lap facing her. She had spent the entire ride making out with Donna and feeling her tits through her shirt. She had even grabbed Trish's hand and made her best friend feel her up while Katie was lost in the passion of her kiss.

Katie had just slipped her hand into Donnas' shorts when they heard the sound of a throat clearing from the driver. When Katie looked up she noticed they were at their destination. She turned and paid the driver attempting to also tip him but he refused the money. He was leering at all three of them and said the ride was worth the price of the free show. He had then sheepishly asked if any of them were porn stars.

Donna had looked him in the eye and giggled when she told him, "Not yet but maybe soon"

With that all three of them piled out of the cab and into an adults version of the candy store. 

Donna of course was familiar with some degree of sex toys because she had two vibrators at home and it was she who had bought Katie her first toy. The very same egg that they had played with the night before. Even with her prior experience with buying toys she wasn't fully ready for the smorgasbord of product that was in front of her face right now.

Katie on the other hand had been here numerous times in recent months and was well known by the staff. Strangely enough she had never hooked up with any of them but had come close on a couple of occasions. She loved coming here and she definitely had the feeling of being a kid in a candy store.

Katie just seemed to love sex and anything to do with it; she approached it with a different set of morals then most people. She believed fully that anything that two adults did to give each other pleasure could never be wrong. She had exhibited a hunger for sexual experience that seemed to be insatiable and relished in having new lovers. Last night however something had changed in her and she hadn't even mentioned it to either Trish or Donna. For the first time in all her experiences she had sex with someone she had true feelings for. All the others before last night were wonderful and fun but being naked with her mother and enjoying her body had blown every experience she ever had out of the water. For the first time she realized how much better sex is with love how much deeper the experience felt.

Even with that new found knowledge it didn't diminish her desire to keep exploring her sexuality to the utmost, the only difference now was she wanted her lover along for the ride. She had found it refreshing to refer to Donna as her girlfriend to Michelle earlier and Donna hadn't seemed to have a problem with it. She even smiled warmly at Katie when Michelle had mentioned it. As she thought of it her heart exploded with warmth at the thought of Donna actually being her first real girlfriend or relationship since she had moved here.

It was such a deliciously perverse feeling she got from knowing that her mother wanted her just as bad as she wanted Donna. The idea that she was the first person in her life since she married her father to have sex with her heightened the feeling too. Then when she realized that she was also only the second person ever to have sex with Donna she was bursting with an erotic need to let the whole world know their closeness. She wanted to fuck Donna over and over again, she wanted Donna to take every hole she had to offer and hammer her own daughter's pussy with any and all of the wickedly delightful toys in front of them.

It was with this frame of mind that Katie stood there with her hand firmly planted on Donnas' ass proudly letting everyone who was watching that she owned that butt. Donna helped the image along by molding herself to Katie's side and laying her head on her daughter's shoulder clearly adding to the signal that they were together.

All eyes were on them as they floated around the store and also on the other young woman with them. Trish thinking on her feet decided to take out her phone and start getting some more footage as Katie led Donna from display cast to display case. As they stopped at each case Katie would softly ask her mother if she wanted anything from inside.

The roles were now completely reversed in their lives with Katie taking total charge of her mother. It wasn't even anything forceful but it was as Donna had told her on Friday, she needed to be led sometimes. Her adopting the quiet girlfriend posture had signaled to Katie that this was one of those times. 

Katie was just a little surprised with how easily they each slid into this role but in her mind she felt proud to have been correct about her mom. For a while she had suspected that Donna had a slight submissive side and it was totally on display while they selected their new toys from the wealth of options in front of them.

For her part Katie picked out a medium sized double headed dildo, an assortment of different sized butt plugs, and a couple of different sized dildoes. That was the conventional items out of the way she then introduced her mother to some of the more modern devices, first and foremost was the OhMiBod, a remote controlled vibrator that could be controlled through an app from your smart phone, the next was the Jimmyjane Hello Touch X, it was an electro stimulator with a finger pad delivery. It could deliver tiny electric stimuli to pinpoint areas of a lover's body. 

Then Katie got a little extravagant and bought three Crave Vespers, thin line ultra vibrators disguised as necklaces. She went the extra step for them too and got each of them in the 24k gold option. Then to finish off her purchases she bought two other things that had grabbed her attention the last time she had visited, the Womanizer and the Sqweel Go each designed for direct clitoral play.

When her turn to pick came up Katie directed Donnas' attention to the large selection of harnesses and strap-ons. 

"I want you to pick out all the different sized cocks you want me to fuck you with mom," she whispered seductively in Donnas' ear.

Donna just moaned at the suggestion and what it made her see in her head. She picked out three different sizes each one larger than Jack's cock. A seven inch that was fairly normal in girth, a 9 incher that was half as wide as a soda can, and the one thing that had grabbed all three of their attention, the Dick Rambone a fifteen inch long five inch wide monster that made them all giggle when Donna asked for it.

The salesgirl that was waiting on the three of them stood there rubbing her thighs together as they chatted. She was dripping wet down her legs as she pictured these three women in front of her playing with all these toys together. There was no doubt that they were going to be playing with each other because she could plainly see that the older one was all over one of the younger women. They were both beautiful as was the redhead who seemed to be filming the whole experience. There was however something that stood out about seeing the older woman with her obvious lover; it was their resemblance to each other. 

As she handed the Rambone over to Donna she jokingly told her to make sure they didn't all hurt themselves. They all shared a laugh over that comment and then they asked her for the special harness for it too. 

Donna also picked out two really pretty looking harnesses for the other dildoes and then she pointed into the case next door to the strap-ons. She asked the salesgirl what she was looking at and it was a Hitachi Wand, after hearing the salesgirl's pitch she added that to her growing pile also.

After Donna was done both her and Katie pushed Trish into picking out five toys to use for when she possibly hooked up with Joanna. They said possibly but Trish was hoping with all her heart that it would be definitely especially after hearing what Donna had told her mom and the pictures she had sent.

Trish picked out a more modern version of the Rabbit, the classic vibrator that played with the pussy and the clit at the same time. Then she went for duplicates on the Womanizer the OhMIBod and the Hitachi. She added one thing that neither of the other two had noticed a beautiful set of glass anal beads. Her choice on that brought a smirk from Katie because Trish had always shaken her head when she would tell her how great anal sex was.

Then at the last minute Donna added another OhMiBod to her selections so that each of them would have a remote controlled vibrator. While she might look submissive in her demeanor it didn't mean she was shy in her imagination as evidenced by who she was in the store with. It occurred to her that the three of them could have lots of fun if Katie dragged them out again tonight if they each had a vibrator and a controller. Of course they would swap controllers as the night went along to make it even more interesting.

After all was said and done the bill for their toy shopping expedition was well over fifteen hundred dollars and not one of them cared that it was Jack's money that was going to making their pussies so happy. Katie was about to suggest a side trip to Victoria's Secrets, but remembered the two bags Naomi had given Donna and her yesterday. She had given them to the two of them hoping it would just add a little sexiness to their first shared night as lovers. Katie smiled at the memory of their trip to Naomi's boutique yesterday and to what it was bound to lead to for Donna and her. 

There was already a growing list of people in her head that she planned on sharing her mother with and it just seemed to be growing. Trish was of course at the very top of the list closely followed now by Joanna, Trish's mom, then Naomi and her young lover Trina. Of course after last night it was a given that they would be sharing Scott at a future date and then running into Michelle at the café ...it just seemed to expanding so fast. Then of course as she looked in her hand at the card she was holding there was another new addition.

As they were leaving the store the salesgirl that had helped them handed Katie a card with a hand written note.

The note read, 'I couldn't help but overhear you talking to your older partner. I love mommy role playing and if you ever need an extra 'sibling' give me a call. The three of you were so hot but especially you and your 'mommy'.

It was signed Kaycee and the card was a store business card that she had written her number on. Katie was thinking about how much attention her and Donna were getting and how they seemed to be falling into sexual situations so easily and comfortably. She definitely wouldn't mind wrapping her lips around Kaycee's clit and making her scream while at the same time Donna could be riding her face.




What to Do with a Full Nest Pt. 02



Well here is my second offering for Literotica. It will contain once again incest and cuckolding although the cuckolding will not appear till later in the story and will not be as extreme as in last story. It involves two families and will change the way they both live. All of the characters are over 18 and there is no sex with anyone under the age of 18.




Joanna Edwards was a nervous wreck because of a phone call and text she had recently received. The combination of the two had rocked her normally unflappable self to the core. The call had been from one of the few friends she had here in Redding and it had left her speechless. What was even worse was the person had requested that she not call back but they would talk about it Tuesday.

She had arranged to have lunch with the person Donna Calloway, the mother of her daughter's best friend. The subject of the phone call had been her own daughter Trish and then the text had left little doubt as to how authentic it was. Donna had hinted in the phone call that she had done something with both girls this weekend, something of a sexual nature. She had made sure to tell Joanna that the only thing she had done with Trish was on the following text.

Then she received it and it had made her most forbidden and wildest fantasies take over her mind. She had her current lover in the house and was all ready to continue w weekend of fucking and cuckolding her husband Steve when she received the text. She had been naked in her bed in between sessions with George her lover and had been lightly playing with herself. Steve her husband was sitting quietly in the chair they had designated his cuckold's throne even going as far as having his name engraved on it.

After staring at the photo for a few seconds her fingers had started rubbing herself even more vigorously. She could care less that there was quite the sizable cock right next to her because all her focus was on her fantasy right now. A fantasy that Donna had hinted at could become a reality, the fantasy of having her daughter Trish naked in bed with her.

It had been a fantasy of hers for some time now after seeing her daughter in the shower one day. It had also been the cause of some distance between the two of them much to Joanna's regret. She missed her daughter terribly but just didn't trust herself to be alone with her. She had never been the most nurturing of parents and she realized that, she was much more focused on her career. That didn't make the love she felt for her little girl any less it just wasn't shown in the ways other mother's did it.

She was never going to be Donna, the perfect mother who spent hours brushing her daughter's hair. Instead she wanted to show her daughter an example of a strong willed woman who could make anything happen in her life. She wanted Trish to be strong like her and she knew that it might take years for her to realize what she was trying to show her.

Of course she could never really tell her daughter what she did for a living, well at least not all the details. Trish knew that she was a chief negotiator for the company she worked for. She was the one they would bring in when it looked like a little something extra was needed to get an agreement for their clients. She could never tell Trish that the little something extra was her mother's pussy, mouth or ass anything needed to get the deal done.

She had been doing this job now for so long that it was hard for her to even remember when she was just a boring faithful wife. She wouldn't trade anything in the world for all the excitement and nonstop sex that it brought with it. She had even subconsciously exposed it to her husband Steve more than five years ago. She had gotten careless and sloppy and he called her on her whereabouts and all the coming home late for the job. 

She could have tried to lie her way out of it all but she just didn't want to. She figured that if he was going to divorce her she might as well get it out of the way. She loved her husband completely but even the thought of losing him wasn't enough for her to want to put a check on her runaway sex life. Thinking back there was only one thing that he could probably have threatened her with that might have made her stop, the loss of her daughter.

Of course it had never come to that because instead of flying into a rage and throwing her ass to the curb Steve had done the complete opposite; he got turned on by it. She remembers that first night watching him stroke himself as she relived a number of her encounters. She could see the hunger in his eyes while he pictured his wife fucking both men and women that she wasn't married to. It was then that she learned what a cuckold was and it had changed their lives completely.

At first his cuckolding had been at the lightest levels, he would just want to hear details when she had a client to take care of. Then as time progressed and they both did research on what being a cuckold was they had each pushed it further. At first it was him hiding in her large walk in closet in the apartment her company maintained for overnight executive stays. Then it had eventually grown to him being in the same room with Joanna and her lovers. 

From there the humiliation play had started with both Joanna and her lover ridiculing him about his cock size and abilities. Of course he knew that it was all play for him and his wife especially since some of the men who made fun of his cock were even smaller than him. It had been important that the only people he was in the room with were not clients but instead were just lovers Joanna had chosen. Yes some of them were other executives in the company but there was no risk from them as there might be from any outside party that had monetary interests involved. 

Of course allowing himself to be cuckolded by her bosses and co-workers had created more than one sticky situation at company parties. The last three Christmas parties had been especially taxing on his ability to deal with their lifestyle. Joanna made a point of reserving a suite in whatever hotel the shindig was in. She would then disappear as the night went along accompanied at various times with different men and sometimes their wives too. 

That had been hard enough to deal with especially the knowing smirks on the faces of the lovers as they returned with his wife. What was the hardest thing to deal with was that every time they returned Joanna would walk up to him with a goblet of Champagne. The Champagne was cloudy and murky because she had allowed her lover's cum to drip out of her into the glass. He was then expected to toast the recent lover form across the room by raising his glass in salute to the lucky man or couple.

Of course the wildest and most extravagant night of their cuckold lifestyle had been the orgy. It seemed that some of those same couples and men from the company parties would arrange for Joanna to be the centerpiece of a huge gangbang once every three months. It usually evolved into a full blown orgy with the other wives jumping in and helping out too. By the end of it all any women that attended were taken on by every man and woman in attendance. It was also the night that had almost ended their marriage.

Joanna had asked Steve if he wanted to attend one recently, it was the first time she had invited him. It was also the excuse she used to take them to the latest level of their cuckold games, the cock cage. She told him that he could come but he could only watch, he couldn't even play with himself. He had told her that it sounded wild but he wasn't sure he could control himself when it came to touching himself. She had then produced the cage, a contraption made of metal and plexiglass that would encase his cock and keep it from getting erect.

They had tried it on that night and she made him wear it for a week before the party. By the time the night of the party had arrived they had purposely not had sex since he had put the cage on. Correction he hadn't cum since then but he had been expected to service Joanna nightly with his tongue. They had long passed the cream pie level and Steve actually took to cleaning Joanna of another man's cum like a hungry baby to a full tit. He would make a show of it and relished doing it for his wife often bringing her to even bigger orgasms then whoever's cock had filled her that night had done.

So the night of the party arrived and they walked into the home of one of the highest executives in the company. There was one rule for the evening; all sex was to take place in the living room which was huge and spacious. There was no sneaking off into corners or anything everything was open and above board. There were five couples in attendance and five single men, and Joanna had to service every one of them before the orgy could start.

That night she had done something she had never done since the first night of her confession about her lifestyle. She sprung something on him by surprise with no warning at all. After they arrived he had endured all the back slapping and welcomes from everyone that would soon be fucking his wife she had told him. She told him that he wasn't going to be just a passive observer tonight, that it was his job to be cleanup boy all night. That it would be his responsibility to clean her as she got filled all night with his tongue and mouth. That if a man shot his load on her face or her body he was to lick it all off. 

Then she added the part that probably sent him over the edge, she told him that not only was he her cleanup boy but he was to perform the same service for all five of the other women there tonight too. The look on his face when she just bluntly told him was expected of him was one she had never seen before. It was pure rage and anger and it looked like he was going to hit her. It was exactly what she had expected the first night of her confession.

He looked her right in the eye and calmly told her "No, not only no but hell fucking no!"

She was totally shocked because she had come to believe that he would accept anything and everything she pushed on him. One of the bigger bosses with a robe on came over to ask what the problem was. He didn't want anything fucking up their quarterly sex fest and he was looking forward to seeing Joanna's pet cuckold perform. 

"See here Steve, what seems to be the problem here. Joanna has told us how much you like cleaning up after us when she comes home so what's the difference. It seems to me you should be overjoyed to get so much of what you seem to love, our tasty fucking cum!" 

It was absolutely the wrong thing to say at the very worst possible moment for the big boss. Every ounce of rage and anger that Joanna had seen in Steve's eyes came roaring out on her boss. He lashed out and with one punch broke the nose of the man who had spoken to him. As he fell to the floor his robe opened and he was about to start stomping the man's balls. He felt the need to give back some of the humiliation he had accepted in recent years from these people.

Then he stopped because he realized that he had always willingly accepted it from them in fact it had even gotten him off later with Joanna. This tonight though was just too much, too over the top and he knew that Joanna must have known it too. That was why she had sprung it on him as a surprise because she wanted him in a place where he couldn't refuse. Little did she know that not only would he refuse but he did so emphatically as evidenced by the man on the ground.

He noticed that every eye in the house was now on him and he just stood there. Then he felt the need to say something, not out of anger but out of a need to be understood.

"I see you all staring at me," he started. 

"I'm sorry for the sudden outburst but you all need to understand something. I am not a trained monkey, I don't perform on demand and what me and my wife share is special between us. Most of you probably think I'm a wimp and less than a man for accepting the things my lovely Joanna does outside our marriage. I don't really give a shit what you all think of me but I do give a shit about what my wife thinks about me. It seems that I've allowed her to think that I will do anything you people ask of her but it isn't so. What we share in our bedroom is ours and ours alone, even if a lot of it comes after she has shared herself with you. In my eyes there isn't a woman in this room or any other room that holds a candle to her. I was faced years ago with the choice to accept her insatiable hunger for sex or to turn her loose knowing I would never again meet someone like her. I chose to accept it and surprisingly to me and her it actually excited me. For years now I've allowed you all to have fun at my expense but it stops tonight. No more will I accept your disrespect over the gift that my wife gives to you of her body. If we are together after tonight there will be no more cum infused toasts at parties either. I am not going to tell her that she has to stop with any of you but as of this moment on if we meet outside of a bedroom I expect the same respect I give to all of you. So as of this moment on the trained monkey show that you think I am is closed."

Joanna just stood there speechless over what her husband had said. She also for the first time since they had started playing these games together felt ashamed. She felt ashamed at how she was about to treat the man she loved tonight in front of all these people. She loved working with them all and yes she loved fucking them but no longer at the cost of her marriage. She had never taken the time to think about the weight or burden that was on Steve's shoulders over what he had accepted. She had always thought he loved everything even the toasts at the parties. Of course she had gotten so caught up in it all that it wasn't surprising to her that she missed it.

Much to everyone's dismay and disappointment Joanna took Steve by the hand and they both turned around and left the party. As they stood on the porch outside the mansion she fell against his chest in tears and apologized over and over again for thinking so little of him. She was even more surprised when his arms came up and held her tight against his chest and he whispered in her ear it that everything would be okay.

They rode back home that night leaving behind a houseful of disappointed people and Joanna knew that she would hear about it at work on Monday. She didn't give a shit right now because she loved Steve and did not want to lose him. He had said it so truthfully to all of them and it was what she needed to have in her heart when she walked in on Monday. She was giving them a gift of her body; it wasn't a requirement of her job. Yes she loved sex so much more than other women but they needed to remember that and not treat it as if it was an obligation on her part. 

Taking care of the clients was one thing and she loved doing that but she was going to make sure she had his back on every word her husband said tonight. She chastised herself over and over again for assuming that Steve would want what was going to happen tonight. It had been planted in her head by one of her male coworkers after she was telling him how much Steve loved his cream pies. He had offhandedly joked that maybe Steve could play mop up boy at the quarterly gang bang/orgy. 

She had allowed the seed of that suggestion germinate inside her head and after talking to others decided she would try and make it happen. The other women and wives that heard her mention it though it was hot and wanted to have Steve clean them up too so Joanna had agreed on that too.

Things were cool around the house that weekend but on Sunday Steve sat her down to talk. He explained to her that he had no desire for them to stop playing the games they did. He loved it all including the humiliation parts, but only here at home. It was something they shared in the privacy of their bedroom and it wasn't something he wanted to do elsewhere.

She apologized over and over again for having such a sad assumption as she did that he would enjoy what was planned for him that night. She agreed with him that any humiliation play should stay at home and she offered to stop sleeping with co-workers.

Steve laughed at that notion because he knew that Joanna was such a sexual creature that she might promise that right now and have every intention of making it happen. He also knew that her urges would take over and then she would be forced into cheating and he didn't want that. No he told her, he didn't want anything to change except the outside humiliation and disrespect from her coworkers.

Then they talked about how it had all come to fruition including her talks with the other wives and woman coworkers. When he heard how hot it had made the other women he threw her a big bone, he offered to let Joanna have couples join them in the house. They could come for the night or even maybe some weekends during which he would maintain his cuckold personality. He would serve them all and perform cleanups whenever necessary as long as it was in the house and that all talk of it would stay in the house.

She had been shocked to hear his suggestion but at the same time extremely turned on because they had never had any of her lovers stay overnight. It had been impossible with Trish living at home but since she would be moving out in a few months for school it would change things. She could imagine how wild a weekend with another couple could be, the three of them fucking and sucking up a storm while her loving cuckold took care of them all. She even knew a few of the couples who would be perfect because the husbands were genuinely nice guys. Not the type to be in Steve's face all weekend with macho bullshit.

So after Trish had moved out in September she had sat with Steve and asked if he really wanted a weekend like they had talked about. He had enthusiastically agreed and they had a wonderful time so much so that it had been repeated five times since then with three different couples.

Joanna loved the power that came from cuckolding her husband; it made her feel vibrant and alive. It made her feel even sexier than normal to know that she had a man who worshipped her enough to accept all of the humiliation that was put upon him. Oddly enough and most people would never understand this, it made her love him even more than the day they got married. 

She had never stopped loving him and his ability to allow her to meet the needs of her insatiable sexual desires had made him love her even more. The whole humiliation thing had grown out of his desire to have it done to him. He seemed to feed off of her cuckolding him in front of other people and it always led to the most amazing sex for him when they finally would be alone. He had no doubts in his mind that his wife loved his cock because she just couldn't fake the level of her orgasms she had with him. 

She actually always confided in the woman that she told of her lifestyle or the woman that they played with as couples how great Steve was in bed. It wasn't a lie and the other women always wanted to sample him since she crowed about his ability. Unfortunately for them Steve was a freak amongst men, he was completely a one woman man. It was another reason she loved him so dearly. 

So after that potentially disastrous situation Joanna thought she had learned a very valuable lesson, complete communication was essential in this kind of relationship. No surprises, no ultimatums would be accepted and nor should they be because they obviously had a great line of understanding already.

That's why as she was pacing the room she was kicking herself repeatedly right now. She had repeated the same mistake she had made some time ago; she sprung a surprise and an ultimatum at the same time on her husband. It had unfortunately been while right in the middle of their cuckold play and she had told him as her cuckold not as her husband. In her defense the information she had received had made any rational thinking hard to do at the moment. 




What to Do with a Full Nest Pt. 02



She was suddenly being told by Donna that Trish might be available to fulfill her dirtiest deepest fantasies. In her mind there was nothing that would stop her from getting that to happen. She never once considered Steve's feelings as Trish's father or his opinions on something as wild as incest.

He of course had been curious about what could have been on the phone that both turned her on so much but at the same time made her dismiss her lover for the weekend. She should have waited and stalled him till they were out of their play mode but she didn't. No instead she teased and taunted him, and then she prefaced telling him by making sure he understood that he had no choice in the lovers she took on. She told him that she was in the market for a long term lover which she hadn't indulged in for a long time. 

He had begged her to be released from his cage since George had left, their agreement being that he only stayed caged when she had a lover over. So as she was releasing him she started telling him how grown up Trish had become and how she had received a picture confirming just how much. She saw the look of horror on his face as it dawned on him just what was going through her head. Then just as she released his cock it got erect immediately and shot a huge load of spunk into the air just as she was telling him that she was going to take their daughter on as her lover.

He had been moaning "no, Jo, no don't do this please" even as his cock had been spewing. She had mistakenly taken that as a sign of approval totally disregarding his words. She had even commented that his ejaculation and still erect cock was a vote of approval for her idea.

It was then she saw that look again, the look of anger and rage that she had seen in that living room. Steve said nothing just got up got dressed and left, she tried getting in his way telling him it wouldn't be like he thought. She was trying to tell him it was something she had to do but he just glared at her and pushed her to the side softly and left leaving her to wonder what to do.

So here she was a nervous wreck who was also an extremely turned on one, because the idea of fucking Trish just would not leave her head. Months ago she had no doubt that if her marriage had come down to her giving up her lovers other than her clients she would have done so in a second to save her marriage. This was different though, her desire to be with Trish was overwhelming and it had even kept her apart from her daughter. If it turned out to be possible to make it happen she would not turn down the chance to become her daughter's lover and sexual mentor. She relished the idea of teaching her own daughter all the things she had learned after so many years of fucking and sucking so wantonly.

She sat and worried about Steve hoping he was safe but her attention kept going back to Tuesday and lunch with Donna, three days that she knew would feel like an eternity.

Steve Edwards meanwhile was sitting in a bar not too far from his home. It was a typical old man's bar and pretty much just catered to locals. He had made a number of friends here throughout the years but he wondered how many of them would still be his friend if they knew how he lived in his marriage. He had long ago given up trying to figure out why thinking about Joanna having sex with other people turned him on instead of making him angry. Even more so actually watching her do it in front of him sometimes left him breathless from the feeling of being humiliated. 

To the majority of the population being humiliated by someone that you love would be horrifying and disgusting. To Steve it had become the backbone of his sex life with his wife Joanna. He still remembers clearly how this change had occurred, it was a number of years ago and he had suspected Joanna of cheating on him for some time. He had never actually tried to visualize her with her legs spread taking another man inside of what he used to think of as his exclusive territory, it had never occurred to him to do so. 

At that point he was still operating like the majority of the men in the world did; the idea of Joanna cheating made him angry. That is until the fateful night he decided to confront her with her suspected infidelities. She had come home late as had become habit for her and after giving him a perfunctory kiss on the cheek proceeded to head upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower. Every night previous to this he had let her go and sat downstairs just wondering. Tonight he felt like he had taken enough of this and followed her up the stairs.

When they later would discuss what had happened next he could never get a straight answer from her on what would have happened if he had reacted the way she expected. In their bedroom Joanna had just started to strip and had taken her blouse and bra off. She did it boldly no longer trying to hide the small love bites that covered parts of her breasts. In fact she calmly walked closer to him and then stood there with her hickey covered tits right in his face. She was waiting for him to blow up and he didn't he just stared with his mouth open in shock.

As he sat there on the bed with the blatant evidence in front of him of Joanna's slutty behavior he felt something that confused him, he felt his cock get hard. He could visualize for the first time ever another man suckling and biting his wife's gorgeous tits and it was making him hard instead of angry. Then when she realized she wasn't going to get an explosion from Steve Joanna decided to go for broke, she pulled off her skirt and stood there in just her panties. It was obvious to anyone looking on that the crotch of her panties was soaked with some milky looking fluid.

Then as she silently locked eyes with her husband of many years she rolled her panties down off her legs. Their eyes never left each other's until the panties were off and Steve broke the gaze to watch in fascination as another man's semen slowly dripped down the inside of his wife's thighs. What he did next shocked the both of them and it once again set the course for the rest of their sex life, he kneeled down in front of her and while once again staring into her eyes proceeded to lick the other mans cum from Joanna's legs.

He could feel her shivering as he did it and he went about cleaning her up in a mindless trance. He felt like it was his duty to make sure his wife was clean, to erase the evidence of her infidelity himself so she would once again be his. As he was finishing up on her legs Joanna decided to get even bolder, she stepped back and sat on the edge of their bed. She then lifted her legs until her heels were sitting on the edge of the bed leaving her wide open and exposed. She then told him softly but firmly, "There's still more inside honey, be a good husband and make sure you get it all!"

She watched in awe as he did as he was told sucking and slurping at her pussy for more than fifteen minutes. He had his tongue up inside her further than it had ever been searching for every last drop of her lover's cum. He had to get her clean and he wanted to make sure there was no evidence left of her cheating on him tonight. To this day he still could not understand what switch in him got flipped that night but it had changed their lives totally. 

After that night Joanna had confessed everything to him, becoming the company slut who used her pussy to get deals closed. The taking of her bosses cocks on a regular basis just because she wanted to, not from any pressure by them. She had described how after taking her first client on to finish a contract a switch inside her had been flipped. She described how much she realized she needed sex and lots of it. More than any one man could ever provide she explained to him, which of course had led her to where they were tonight.

She saw the insecurity in his eyes as she described some of her other lovers and how big they were but she reassured him that she still loved his cock most of all. She tried to make him understand that she was what she called an angle queen, not a size queen. Yes she loved being filled to capacity with 9, 10, 11 inch cocks but his 6 and a half incher could give her just as big an orgasm as any of them. His cock had the perfect bend to it and it hit her g spot perfectly every time they fucked. She reassured him that her need for excessive amounts of sex had nothing to do with him but was purely a physical need of hers.

He asked her why she had been so blatant in her display that night, basically showing off the evidence of her cheating. She explained how difficult it was becoming trying to juggle two separate lives and while she didn't want a divorce she needed to get some resolution. When he asked if she would stop having outside lovers if he asked her to he heard her say yes but knew she was lying. After she said yes she could tell he knew she wasn't being honest so she tried a different approach.

She brought up how much he enjoyed it tonight, hearing and seeing the evidence of her fucking another man. She promised him that she wouldn't have anymore secrets and she would bring him home treats like tonight anytime he wanted. She also promised that their sex life would never suffer and would only get stronger because she wouldn't have to feel guilty anymore about searching out others to help fulfill her needs.

As she had been explaining this to him she had been playing with his cock, he still hadn't gotten any release yet. She then mounted him and while riding his cock she encouraged him to talk dirty to her, to call her any names he wanted. Steve held on as she rode his cock in a way he had never seen before, she was an animal and he loved it. He did as she asked a trait that would become standard in their bedroom and called her a whore and a slut and filthy fucking cheating wife. With every insult Joanna just seemed to get even more incensed and rode him even harder. Then the two of them exploded in a mutual orgasm that later they agreed was one of the best they ever shared. It was that orgasm that sealed Steve's fate once and for all.

Over the next years so much had happened, he had learned that he was a cuckold and in a perverse way relished the title. They had even bought him a special chair and had a plaque engraved that declared it the cuckold's throne and had Steve's name on it. That of course hadn't happened until he had watched Joanna in person for the first time. That had taken more than a year to happen after she started openly cuckolding him because he had to build up the courage to be in the same room with one of her lovers.

That had of course led to his first exposure with being openly humiliated by Joanna and her lover. That had been their biggest hurdle and it had taken her some time to make him understand that it was all part of a cuckold's life. That she meant nothing by the things she would say and she of course proved it by always fucking the life out of him after each cuckolding session. It also helped when she would ridicule his cock size with a lover that was even smaller than him; he knew then that it was part of a game she liked to play.

They had to be very careful in recent years with their newly adopted lifestyle because their daughter was still living at home. After September though when she moved into Manhattan with her best friend to go to NYU things had gotten pretty wild at home. There of course had been the debacle with the orgy but very soon afterwards they had invited their first couple over for the weekend. It had been a weekend of nonstop humiliation and debauchery that had left him in an over aroused state all the time. After the couple had left he and Joanna had fucked nonstop for an entire day both agreeing it was something they wanted more of.

Then recently they had introduced the cage and it had led to even newer ways to keep him humiliated. He did understand and appreciate that their cuckold playing was different in some ways than other people. He had done hours and hours researching his new fetish and kink. Take the cage for example, most cuckold couples kept the man in the cage non-stop until his mistress deemed him worthy to get release. He and Joanna only played their games when one of her lovers or couples was present. At all other times there was no humiliation or put downs by her, she was his loving wife and he was her loving husband. It worked for them and after the near fatal decision by Joanna to offer his services up to others at that failed orgy they had realized how important communication was to their lifestyle.

Steve had believed that Joanna had learned that lesson in the mansion of one of her bosses that night. Now it seems she had forgotten about the importance of communication when she had boldly told him that she had chosen a new lover to take on as a regular lover, something she hadn't had in a while. She had never felt the need to discuss with him who she would choose to be a bed partner and he had never insisted upon it. Of course they had never faced a situation like the one that had just come up either, when his wife looked him right in the eye and told him that she intended to take their own daughter on as a lover.

She might have felt confident in telling him that because when she did he was so aroused from watching her with one of her men. When she released him from his cage at his insistence after she sent her lover home he had instantly gotten erect and was about to cum. It was then at his urging that she dropped her bomb on him. So then to her it might have appeared he got aroused and came at the idea of her and Trish. It had nothing to do with that and after he came he glared at her just as he had done in the mansion that night. He then got up got dressed and left while she was calling out to him.

Now as he sat on the stool here he felt alone in his dilemma because it wasn't something he could share with anyone else. Strangely enough he wasn't disgusted or repulsed at the idea of Joanna being with Trish. His anger once again had nothing to do with the possible situation but instead with how disrespected he felt over Joanna's already made decision. He had a feeling that this thing was going to be a fait accompli and he now had another decision to make. Could he live with it happening, he knew that if it did all their secrets would be revealed to Trish and she would know he was a cuckold.

Thinking about it he also knew it would devastate him if Trish were to look on him in disgust or disrespect over his sex life with her mother. That would be the deciding factor on whether or not he could accept this with his wife. He would have to somehow be reassured that Trish didn't look at him any less then for allowing Joanna to play her games. Then of course there were all sorts of possibilities and questions behind that first one. Would Joanna expect him to sit and watch them make love, would he be requested to watch them share men in front of him. Would he be expected to clean his own daughter's cum filled pussy as he had done for other women in the couples they had played with.

He knew he was lost then when that question instantly made his cock hard. He knew right then that he would go home and accept Joanna's perverse desires to become reality. He also knew that if he was asked to do it he wouldn't hesitate to suck another man's cum from both his wife and daughter side by side. He shook his head and once again had no understanding of why he was the way he was he just accepted it. He just wished he had someone else to share his feelings with about being cuckolded, someone who had some experience with it and wouldn't look at him like he had two heads.

While both Joanna and Steve were suffering through the angst that was a natural side effect of their special lifestyle their daughter was waking up naked next to her best friend's mother. She lazily opened her eyes and smiled at the sight of Donnas' naked body by her side. She so badly wanted to just reach over and play with her 'second' mom but maintained her self control. 

She was just admiring Donnas' beauty and envying her best friend Katie over her newly expanded relationship with her mom. She wanted Joanna so badly she could close her eyes and imagine her mature blond haired pussy in front of her face. She wondered briefly if her mother's pussy was bare and imagined it was based on what she had found out lately. 

The idea that her mother was actually some kind of pay for play worked with her company had indeed shocked her. Donna didn't let too much information spill about Joanna's job but she had definitely left little doubt about the requirements of her job. Trish wondered briefly if she could ever have what it takes to be able to be that free sexually. She wondered if she could actually be comfortable enough in her sexuality that she would offer her body up as a commodity. She had no doubt that she had the body for it; it was her inherent hesitancy when it came to taking the plunge in sexual situations.

Long before the idea of incest had entered her life she had never been able to take the last step necessary to let go sexually. It was so obvious in the apartment she shared with Katie because most women would have actually been in Katie's bed sharing her lovers instead of just watching them. Trish on the other hand had grown comfortable being allowed to watch but could never take that last step.

As she lay there she wondered if maybe she was indeed a closet submissive like Katie had mentioned to her. If all she really needed was someone to guide her in the same way Katie was doing for Donna. She anxiously hoped that Joanna would do that for her, lead her down the path of sexual debauchery that she was becoming desperate to experience. Of course just from a voyeur's point of view Trish had already witnessed more sexual depravity than most people would experience in their entire lives. Just being assigned the camera persons position for the filming of Katie and Donnas' play times was dirtier than most accomplished porn industry camera people had ever seen. 

All the incest in porn was fake and role played with the majority of it hiding behind the 'step' moniker as in step mom or step daughter. What Katie and Donna were doing and showing off was pure one hundred percent American incest. It was the sexual liaison between a horny cougar mother and her equally horny nympho daughter. She loved being behind the camera for every second so far but she had serious doubts about whether Katie was shooting to high in expecting to get this film accepted by her professors. 

When it was finished it would be a combination of so many things, it would be historic in its first ever attempt to make incest look anything other than repulsive in mainstream societies eyes. It would be courageous on both Katie and Donnas' parts to let themselves be put out there for all to see. It would be steamingly erotic as the observer got to witness the true passion and intensity with which both mother and daughter were approaching their attraction for each other. It would also if the audience was able to get past the incest issue be a love story, albeit a very unconventional one. 

While she did have her doubts she had always been amazed at Katie's ability to make others see her point of view. She was a powerful charismatic young woman who still had no idea the strength she had within herself. Yes, if anybody could pull this off it would be Katie but even if she did what would her and Donnas' lives be like after that. Donna had been pretty clear that at one point they would have to have a talk with Jack, Katie's dad, and she wondered how that would go.

As she still lay there with her mind racing a mile a minute she heard the sounds of Katie rustling around in the other room. Then she heard the front door open and close and afterwards the rustling of bags. After a few minutes a smell started to fill the room and Trish realized that it was already 8:00 and that her stomach was rumbling. Her nose picked up a familiar scent and she reached over gently nudged Donna awake. Her eyes popped open at once and she just smiled lazily at Trish.




What to Do with a Full Nest Pt. 02



"Hmmmm what a grand way to wake up, looking at a beautiful young woman naked lying right next to me. I promise you one thing Trish, if Joanna is foolish enough to turn her back on what you want I'll be more than happy to play mom for you too!" Donna said while sitting up in the bed. 

"Ooooo thank you Donna! I think your hot little daughter has gotten us all dinner so why don't we go see?" she said standing and taking Donnas' hand in her own.

As they walked into the living room they were greeted by two wonderful sights, the first was an assortment of to go containers obviously full of Chinese food. The scents from each container were filling the air with their distinctive aromas. Trish knew where Katie had ordered from of course because they had Chinese at least once a week and always from the same place, Sum Yung Delicacies. 

The name had always made them break out in peals of laughter at the old play on words, Cream of sum yung guy. Trish was also sure that Katie was responsible on more than one occasion for some of that very cream being spilled. It was the second sight that greeted them that had her shaking her head in admiration and wonder. Katie was of course completely naked with no robe in sight which meant that she had once again paid for their food in her birthday suit.

It was far from the first time she had done it and she had gotten a laugh when one of the regular delivery men told her how they would all fight to see who got the honor of delivering her food. It was so classically Katie in her love of being a natural exhibitionist. She had never crossed the line of doing anything physical with any of the delivery men but she got a huge thrill out of the look on their faces when she opened the door.

Donna quickly picked up on the raised eyebrow that Trish was giving Katie and couldn't help laugh. Her mind juggled the absurdity of her new situation here and it manifested itself in little giggles that kept escaping her mouth. 

"Mommy what exactly is giving you the uncontrollable giggles right now?" she said with a grin. Truth be told she loved the sound of her mother's laughter, it always brightened a room.

"Well....honestly.... I guess I was thinking of how as your mom I should be admonishing you for opening the door naked for that delivery man. But as your new bed partner I find it extremely sexy and daring that you would do something like that." Donna answered in between giggles.

"Oh really lover, why do you think I would be so bold as to show a delivery man my goodies?" Katie tried saying with a straight face.

"Hmmmm let's see, no sign of a robe and the fact that I raised a blossoming nymphomaniac would be the clues!" 

Then Trish started laughing, "Katie your mom is one sharp cookie. By the way she does it every time we have Chinese food delivered. There's a rumor that the guys at the restaurant actually fight over who gets to deliver our food."

"Well can you blame them sweetie, I'm no guy but I would fight for a chance to see that body naked!" Donna said as she sat down at the dinette table.

"Well I guess it's a good thing you don't have to fight anyone to see my goodies mommy. There yours to look at and use anytime you want." Katie said while making her mother a plate and serving her.

The three of them had a surreal supper around the dinette table in the rare full sized kitchen in their apartment. Yes the topic never seemed to go far off the topic of sex but there was lots of normal talk mixed in. 

Donna found herself telling stories of her marriage to Jack and her earlier life. Both Trish and Katie were surprised by some of the things they had never known. Katie even listened rapturously as Donna replayed the early days of her marriage and her first exposure to sex. She gave Jack all the credit for being the right person to pull her into the real world away from her family's ultra conservative upbringing. 

Katie found herself admiring her father even more that she ever had. She knew he must have needed the patience of a saint to help her mom maneuver all the fears and guilt she initially must have felt about having sex. She smiled to herself then because whether he knew it or not her father's sex life was going to get an unexpected boost during the weeks that Donna would be home. She was slightly surprised that she didn't feel guilty at all about getting her mother to have an affair with her that promised to be long and torrid. Actually as she thought about it she didn't want this to be an affair she wanted a relationship with her mom one that she couldn't see ending. How it would fit in with her marriage would be something to think about in the future.

"Mom, do you still like having sex with Daddy? I mean I know you've said it got boring and repetitive but at the heart of it can daddy still ring your chimes?" Katie asked.

Donna thought about it and now that she had enjoyed herself with Katie found that her building animosity and disgust with her husband had passed. As recently as the past Monday she couldn't bear to have Jack touch her but they had actually had a wild session on Thursday night before she left on Friday. Of course her fantasies involving Katie had been a big part of why she was so turned on.

Answering honestly Donna told her daughter, "Your father is a wonderful lover, I don't know though if he can still as you say ring my chimes. I know there's no way he can do anything like you just did in the bedroom, I've never cum like that in my whole life." 

"Well I hope you still at least like making love with him or fucking him because like I told you it's going to be important that you make him feel like you do. You need to spend the four nights you will have with him each week fucking him into submission so that he doesn't want to interfere with our time together, can you do that mommy?" Katie asked in between bites of what she and Trish felt was the greatest General Tso's Chicken they had ever tasted.

"Don't worry honey, I think I can make sure your father knows I'm happy now and that means he will be too! By the way this is some of the best Chinese food I've ever tasted. I wonder if your free shows have anything to do with that." Donna joked.

Katie and Trish both laughed, "No mom I don't think so it's always tasted this good even before my free shows as you put them.

"Speaking of free shows, while we're all here let's talk about what you want from your webcam debut. I really think I can have it up and running by next week but if that's too soon we can wait." Trish asked. 

She was almost as excited as the idea of making Katie and Donna an internet sensation. She easily had the technical knowhow on how to get the page up and running but she would have to enlist some friends this week. She would need a kick ass web page designer as well as her server connections. She had also made friends with some slightly borderline personalities when it came to cutting edge sex websites. They were the ones that she would need to use to make sure whatever streamed on the site stayed there and wasn't able to be copied or hacked. 

She was also curious about how Katie would deal with the exposure and notoriety on campus once the word got out. Of course that might not be an issue this semester with summer break coming in only six more weeks. Then there was Donnas' husband, his job revolved around computer security and she wondered what they would do if he found out about it.

"Wow that's amazing Trish, what do you think mommy will you be ready for your internet debut with me next weekend?" 

As much as the idea excited her and god it did excite her to no end. She was momentarily thinking about the same thing Trish had been moments ago.

"Honey I would love to start next weekend, I'm just a little nervous that Jack might find out about it. I mean ...well what would we do if he found about the site before we let him know about us ourselves and I don't see that happening for some time yet."

Katie smiled and nodded her head because she understood her mother's concerns. But she also knew her father and had been on his computer at home numerous times in recent years. More than once out of curiosity she had done a history search on his computer and never found even one porn site so she didn't share the same fear as her mom. Maybe if her dad was into porn she might be afraid but he lived far outside the circle of what they were going to be involved in. She knew that they would tell him one day, probably at the same time they told him about the movie but again she pushed it off pledging to deal with it when necessary.

She had little doubt that even if Jack mistakenly found out about what they would be doing she could calm him and keep him from divorcing her mom. She was his daughter after all and even thought she may be a mommy's girl through and through she was sure she could wrap her dad around her finger if she needed to. She might even convince him that the open marriage her mom had originally wanted would be good for him too. He was after all a damn good looking man for his age and she had a nonstop supply of college babes around her. A lot of them walked around with daddy issues that would make them ripe to fuck someone like her dad.

"Mommy just trust me on this, I think we'll be very safe even if we start next weekend!" Katie reassured her.

Even though she would still be nervous despite her daughter's reassurances she decided to just say fuck it. She was with Katie after all to have adventures; it would be hard pressed to top the adventure of having people everywhere paying money to watch her and Katie play with each other on the internet.

"Okay next weekend it is then, I hope I don't embarrass you baby!" Donna blushed.

"Mom once we get into it we won't even care that the cameras are on. Just look at how amazing last night and today have been and you've been on camera for most of that too!" Katie told her while feeling the juices starting to flow in her pussy again. She truly did love showing off and between the movie and the webcam she was in her glory.

"Okay so next weekend it is, now let's talk content. Should I have some of my edgier friends try and piggyback us on some other sites to get us initial exposure. I will make sure the sites are as secure as humanly possible and it would open us up to a huge audience." Trish volunteered.

"That sounds great sis, oh my god I can't fucking wait. It just gets me so hot and wet to know people will be watching us mom, just like when I opened the door for that delivery. I love showing off my body and this is going to be amazing," she said excitedly.

So as they sat around excitedly discussing just what kind of shows Katie and Donna would do for their site it occurred to Donna once again just how surreal the whole situation and conversation was. Here she was sitting naked in a kitchen with her equally naked daughter and best friend discussing what kind of sex she wanted to have on camera for the whole internet to see. One week ago all she had were fantasies that were dark and dirty that revolved around the same naked daughter next to her. Now she was not only living out those fantasies but was whole heartedly ready to push the envelope of her sex life beyond bursting.

Maybe when she is old and gray some day she will be able to figure out what gave her the courage to take the giant steps she had taken yesterday and today. She did momentarily wonder though who would be by her side when she actually was old and gray. Would Jack be able to handle the changes she felt she needed in her life or would he toss her to the curb and move on? Would the relationship she was starting with Katie be one that kept them together or would they eventually drift apart. 

In her mind she knew what her perfect later years would be like, Jack on one side of her and Katie on the other. She felt that she had every right on earth to dream and that would be her perfect dream. Of course the idea and question of grandchildren lurked in the back of her mind too. If Katie became a type of life partner of hers where would grandchildren come from? 

She knew the biology of it could easily be handled but she wondered if Katie would eventually want to marry. Would she still want to be with her if she did marry and how would her future husband handle that. So many questions were rattling around her head, so many things to think about because of what happened yesterday and today.

Well, she said to herself, I wanted new adventures and adventures always involve taking chances. So here I am sitting naked with my daughter who is now my lover/girlfriend and her best friend who wants to also fuck her own mother. I think this would qualify as the epitome of taking chances.

With that thought she picked up the wine glass that Katie had given her with dinner. She turned to her young accomplices in this grand adventure she had started and raised her glass high.

"Girls I want to propose a toast to my newest lover and to my surrogate daughter! This is to taking chances and opening doors! To new loves found and enjoyed and to new relationships blossoming!" Donna toasted heartily.

Both Katie and Trish raised their glasses and clinked with Donna. Of course once Donna had made a toast both girls felt obligated to supply one too.

Katie raised her glass, "To having the courage to make our wildest dreams come true, no matter what anyone else may think of them!" 

Then Trish added with a huge giggle because she was starting to get tipsy, "I'm ....gonna be a little blunter... to fucking our mother's and daughters and loving the taste of their pussies!"

That of course had them all rolling with laughter but after laughing they all clinked their glasses and toasted exactly as Trish had said.

As dinner was winding down Donna was snuggled against Katie on the couch while Trish had retrieved her camera to record some more intimate moments. She needed to get as many non sex shots as possible to emphasize the depth of Katie's relationship with her mom so it would just look like a nonstop orgy of sex. She of course wasn't yet privy to the Katie's idea of the change of focus on the film so she had no idea that what she was doing would fit perfectly in with that idea. 

The idea being to show an incestuous relationship that was nothing like the horrible perverse thing people thought they had to be. Katie had decided that she would use her consensual relationship with her mom to show the world how the predisposition of disgust wasn't correct in all cases. She wanted people to see the strength of the bond in their relationship based upon their family history, to show that the history they shared could make for a stronger love. 

Donna was in heaven after the afternoon of camaraderie and sex with her new lover and Trish. She was feeling mellow and at peace with herself for the first time in months. Of course she was wondering exactly what her lover had in store for the night though, it was Saturday night in Manhattan and hanging on the couch just wasn't going to cut it.

She didn't have to wonder long because Katie rose with a cat like stretch and looked at the clock, it read 9:45. She turned to her lover and held her hand out to help her up. When she was standing Katie pulled her into an embrace and planted a smoldering kiss on her lips.

After breaking the kiss she whispered into Donnas' ear, "Time for us to get pretty and go out and party mommy!"

"Come on Trishie, get that gorgeous naked ass of yours up and get dressed we have a night club to head to!" Katie told her best friend.

"Okay okay, so miss wild child where are we going tonight?" Trish asked playfully.

"Hmmm well since it seems that the theme for the rest of the weekend is going to be pussy I thought Pieces would be the appropriate place! It's sinful Saturday there and I know my mom has never seen anything like it in her life, and come to think of it neither have you!" Katie chuckled.

Trish could only groan inside because Katie had tried to get her to join her numerous times at Pieces. It was one of the hottest gay/lesbian bars in the city and was known for it's over the top wildness. Katie had been known to go there when she was on the prowl for some new pussy and had tried to get Trish join her but always failed. Now of course she couldn't refuse and didn't know if she wanted to either, after all she was hoping to start up her first lesbian experience very soon too!

"Oh and Trish don't forget to wear your OhMiBod because we're all gonna have fun with them tonight!" Katie referred to one of the toys that were in their unopened bags.

Katie left Trish literally holding the bag, her toy bag and went into her room where she found herself under assault from a horny Donna. Her mother molded her naked body to her voluptuous daughter and kissed her hungrily.

"Baby why can't we just stay in and make love all night, I want to spend as much time in your arms as possible!" Donna pleaded after breaking the kiss.

"Come on mom, you want adventures well I'm here to give them to you. I know you've never been anywhere like where I'm taking you tonight. So put one of those outfits that Naomi so thoughtfully picked out for you on that gorgeous naked body of yours and get ready. Besides I want to show you off to everyone who sees us together, I'm so proud and excited that you're my girl!" Katie said while playfully smacking Donnas' naked ass.

"Okay, okay honey but promise me that tomorrow will be a stay at home night! I want one night where it's just you and me and of course Trish. I want one night each weekend to belong to just you and me with candles and soft music and.....something romantic." Donna said softly.

"Hmmmm sounds like someone is falling for someone else already. It's okay mom, I fell for you long before we got naked together and yes I would love to dedicate one night each weekend for just us. I think Sunday would be the best night so we can bond completely before I send you home to your husband on Mondays." Katie said with a loving smile.

"Thank you baby, I think I want to cook us all dinner tomorrow too! I'll make your favorites we just have to go shopping!" Donna gushed. She wanted to do everything for Katie that she used to love doing for Jack. In essence she wanted to be the good little wife for Katie and give her everything she asked for. She knew it had to have something to do with her slight submissive streak that Katie had recognized.

As she was taking the outfit she had chosen and holding it up to her naked body Katie handed her one of the boxes from the toy store. She smiled and let herself get even more excited at the idea of using this outside. It was of course designed to be used in a club and that's where they were going tonight.

Katie took the toy out of the box and inserted the batteries. It was called the OhMiBod and it was a remote controlled vibrator. But it was made in a curved flattened shape that molded itself against the outside of a woman's pussy. It vibrated throughout with a stronger vibration area over the clitoris. There would of course be no going commando tonight though because the toy depended on the panties to keep it in place. It was then controlled by a small separate hand unit that could make it vibrate and pulsate in different degrees of intensity.

Katie had fun placing it inside Donnas' panties and holding it there to get Donnas' juices flowing. She smiled approvingly at her mother's choice of dresses for the evening too. It was a metallic silver mini dress that barely came below her crotch. It showed off Donnas' shapely legs and ass perfectly and since she was of course going braless her nipples pushed through the material enticingly.

Katie had a special outfit that she loved to wear to Pieces when she went prowling for cougars. She pulled it out and put it on and Donnas' jaw dropped when she was finished. It was a mock schoolgirl outfit and Katie finished it off with knee high socks and her hair in double ponytails. She thought Donnas' eyes were going to explode out of their sockets. She then added the piece de resistance to her legal dirty schoolgirl outfit, a lollipop for her to suck on all night. She put a few of them in her little purse so she could keep the effect going too.




What to Do with a Full Nest Pt. 02



"Oh my god honey, you look so deliciously naughty. I'm scared I might get arrested if I touch you in public! You are so wicked honey I wish I could have been like you when I was younger." Donna gushed.

"It's okay mom you're going to be wicked now with me, I couldn't think of anything hotter than us together. Just look at us in the mirror, you the hottest soccer mom in the school and me your naughty little nymphette. The people in the club won't be able to take their eyes off us I promise you that!" 

Katie had of course put her vibrator in place also and she had both remotes in her bag. As they came out of the bedroom Trish was waiting for them and almost fell down at the sight of the two of them. She had just put jeans and a pullover shirt on not really knowing how to dress for a lesbian bar. She didn't mind being underdressed anyway because she was going to continue her filming with the two of them.

Katie looked at her roommate and frowned and shook her head no.

"No way sister of mine, you are not going out to one of the hottest clubs in the area dressed like that. Get that sweet ass of yours back in your bedroom and put something more appropriate on, key words are sexy and slutty."

"But Katie, I don't need to be dressed like I'm trying to pick....."

"Uh uh uh, you need to start letting yourself out more. I want you to be confident tonight and I want people hitting on you all night. You don't have to let anyone pick you up Trish but you really need to lighten up!"

"But I'm just going to be filming....."

"No there's no filming tonight, we're gonna skip that because I don't know how it would go over. Some people there might not be out yet and we wouldn't want to be the ones to out them even accidently."

"Ummm honey where exactly are we going tonight?" Donna asked nervously.

Katie just smiled and it was a dirty mischievous smile. 

"I'm taking my new girlfriend to the hottest lesbian club in this part of the city. Why do you have any objections mommy?" she asked confidently.

This of course should not have surprised her but Donna was just a little nervous. She had just been exposed to her own lesbian desires and now Katie was going to bring her to a club filled with women seeking other women. She was starting to realize how attracted she really was to other women, first her daughter, then Naomi yesterday and even thoughts of Trish and Joanna. After a moment she lost her nervousness and found herself getting excited at the idea of dancing and partying with Katie in a gay setting. She now understood Katie's desire to show her off and she felt exactly the same way. She couldn't wait to see the tongues wag when the other women in the club looked at Katie and realized she was with Donna.

"Of course not sweetie, I told you before you lead and I will follow! I just hope I don't have to beat any women off you tonight!" Donna said happily.

"Don't you worry mommy, if anything our vibe together will let everyone know we're together!"

Trish had returned to her room and when she emerged she looked spectacular. She had put on a vibrant purple mini skirt with fuchsia fish net stockings. Her top was probably the sluttiest thing she owned, it was an old fashioned tube top that molded itself to her obviously braless tits perfectly. When she walked her tits bounced freely and invitingly.

Katie and Donna both applauded her when she came back in the room and gave her a few wolf whistles. Donna picked up her phone and took a few shots of Trish dressed to kill. She then smiled wickedly to her and forwarded them to Joanna with the caption 'dressed for a night out on the town".

"Oh my god Donna did you.....holy shit did you really just send those photos to my....."

"Yes sweetie, I guarantee you that someone's fingers are going to be busy very soon and they won't be busy from texting!"

Trish couldn't believe it; Donna had just sent her mother pictures of her dressed like a slut. She smiled wickedly to herself and secretly hoped that her mom enjoyed them. She smiled even wider when she pictured her doing just what Donna just said. 

The three of them left the house arm in arm in arm. They headed downstairs and quickly hailed a cab to the club which ironically was right near the pink pussycat boutique. It was on 8 Christopher street in the west village and when they emerged from the cab Donna could feel the music blasting out of the club. Before heading in she took Katie in her arms and planted a huge kiss on her. A few people going inside saw them together and gave them approving looks wishing it could be them in either of their places. 

Donna whispered in Katie's ear and Katie nodded enthusiastically. Donna stepped away from Katie and took Trish in her arms and pulled the other young girl in for a kiss. Trish didn't even try and resist falling once again into kissing Katie's mom. 

Donna pulled her mouth off of Trish's and whispered to her, "That's me kissing you Trish, not Joanna and I want you to know it. I want to touch you and so does Katie but for now I want your permission to freely kiss you and play with you. I think you're so fucking lovely and I know Katie does too, why don't you give her a kiss too. Show her that you think she's beautiful too." Donna said seductively.

Trish's heart was beating so rapidly because she had no desire to stop Donna or Katie for that matter. She hoped that she could emerge from tonight still a lesbian virgin; she just had to trust her two companions not to take too much advantage.

As she thought that Katie moved closer to her, she reached up to brush hair away from her roommates face and as she leaned in she let her lips make their first contact with Trish's 

She pulled back and looking her best friend in the eyes told her, "I'll wait sweetie, I want our first real kiss to be your doing. I want you to take my face in your hands and shove your tongue down my throat. I'll wait till you experience your time with Joanna but all bets are off after that!"

"All bets off I promise, I promise the both of you!" Trish smiled and let herself be led into her first lesbian club. She and Donna shared this distinction and it almost seemed as if she and Donna would both be sharing lots of first together too.

Since Katie wasn't a stranger to the club she had no problem securing them a corner booth with a rounded back to it. It was perfect for her plans for the night. She led her mother and Trish to their table and Trish slid in first so that Donna was sandwiched between the two young women. She was definitely feeling the vibe from the club too because she noticed how many heads had turned as they made their way to the table.

Just then she felt something amazing and shocking at the same time and she couldn't help but yelp loudly. After she did she realized that the toy that was pressed against her pussy had just turned itself on. She slumped down in her seat because of the intense feelings it was sending to her clit.

"Ooooo god Katie, what.......oh my god!!!" Donna moaned loudly.

"No mommy, not oh my god, OhMiBod......it's such a fun toy. Naomi told me about it while we were at her store yesterday. She said that she makes her lover Trina where it wherever they go together. She likes to keep it on a low rumble like this....." Katie said adjusting the level of the vibrations.

Donna felt the immediate change but her pussy was still purring. It was a pleasant warm feeling that was sending tingles to her nerve endings nonstop. 

"Oh god baby, can I have your remote.....I want to play with your pussy too!" Donna asked breathlessly.

"Well we could do that or we could play with each other blindly all night. Trish put your remote on the table," she said as she turned Donnas' vibe off momentarily. 

She then had the two women close their eyes and she did the same mixing up the remotes. As she did she heard a familiar voice at their table.

"Well, well ,well, looks like you took my advice sweetie! Hello again soccer mommy you're looking tasty enough to eat tonight but I suspect some dirty little girl has already been snacking at that lovely box of yours!" 

All three women opened their eyes at the same time to be greeted by Naomi standing there with her young lover Trina. Trina had a tiny little diamond studded Collar on and was being led by a velvet leash by her older lover. 

Before they could say hello Katie noticed that Trina whispered excitedly into Naomi's ear. The older woman just nodded yes and Trina's eyes blazed as they took in Katie and Donna.

"Hey you old slut you, hey Trina baby, I didn't expect to see the two of you here tonight! What brings you out clubbing tonight?" Katie asked casually leaning back into the cushions of the booth.

"Well it would seem that my encounter with you and your hot mom there got me all fired up. I felt like taking my own 'daughter' out for some play time tonight! We were just on our way out though in case you wanted to join us. So Donna are you proud of your little girl, is she teaching her mommy all sorts of new dirty things?" she said while staring at her counterpart at the table.

She had enjoyed Katie's pussy a few times and was one of the first cougars that the young woman had seduced. She had never enjoyed the pleasure of another woman and then she met Katie. She had reluctantly accepted their parting of the ways because it was made easier by the gift Katie gave her, she had introduced her to Trina. 

Trina could almost be a physical double of Katie body wise but she was so much more pliable personality wise. She loved being owned and dominated by Naomi and was always at her beck and call. She had submitted herself to the older woman unquestioningly and now owned a number of different collars that she always proudly wore.

"Oh my god Naomi, I can only say I wish we had found each other sooner. She's everything my husband isn't anymore and she gave me the most amazing.....OOOOOOO FUCCCKKKKK OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!! "Donna moaned as she felt her hips jerk. 

Katie evidently had marked her mother's control so she always knew which one it was. She was making to vibrator build up and run down sending waved of pleasure throughout Donnas' cunt.

Trina whispered to Naomi licking her lips furiously, Naomi just nodded again but held her back.

"Sweetie my own little girl wondered if she could crawl down there and help your mommy cum. Would you let her please; it will make her night to eat an actual mommy's pussy especially since I told her about the two of you!" Naomi said wickedly.

"Hmmm I don't know, what do you think mom? Should I let Trina taste your sweet pussy; would you like this hot young woman to eat your cunt right here in the club?" Katie teased still playing with the controller.

"Katie, I know we said no filming but this is too hot let me get it on my phone!" she said while staring at Donnas' prone form right next to her. She wanted to see the girl crawl under the table and lick her pussy and she wanted to capture it too.

"Trish what convinced you to join these two wanton sluts out here tonight, have you decided to try the other team on for size?" Naomi asked. She knew Trish from her time with Katie and had always believed the girl to be totally straight.

"It's kinda complicated, I'm documenting Katie and Donnas' affair for a movie Katie wants to make. Would you mind if I videoed Trina if Katie lets...."

"Do it Trina get under there and make my mother cum....if you do a good enough job I'll set up a double date with your own mommy for the four of us!"

With the music blaring in the background and Donna visibly shaking from the effects of the vibrator the young buxom brunette crawled on her knees to the edge of the table.

"Why don't you girls each take one of her legs and spread her wide for Trina, she likes to really bury her face in a pussy when she sucks it!" Naomi told them.

Katie smiled and did just that, Trish hesitated but also grabbed one of Donnas' legs and helped spread her wide.

"Is she really your mom Katie, this isn't some role playing?" Trina asked before going under the table.

"Oh yeah sweetie, she's my mom but now she's my lover and girlfriend too!" Katie said right before turning the vibrator up to full blast.

When she did both her and Trish felt Donnas' legs spasm in orgasm, she had just cum. It of course didn't stop Trina from crawling under the table and feasting on the hairless pussy of her friend's mother. She pulled the panties aside and removed the vibrator and then buried her face in the sopping wet mess of her pussy. 

She was so into sucking Donnas' cunt that her slurping could actually be heard above the music playing. Of course the shrieking coming from Donna was also evidence of how intensely the new mouth attached to her pussy was making her feel.

"YYYYEESSSSS......OH FUCK YES!!!!! OH FUCKING SUCK IT!!!!!! SUCK MY PUSSY BABY!!!!! THANK YOU NAOMI.....THANK YOU KATIE.......THANK YOU TRINA.....SUCK ME OH GOD SUCK ME......CUMMING AGAIN....CUMMING AGAIN......." She screamed and then released her juice. She flooded Trina's mouth with her pussy juice and cum. She heard the young woman slurping even louder and heard her yelp in surprise as she exploded.

Trina finished her feast keeping some of Donnas' juice in her mouth to share with Naomi. She backed out from under the table only to be greeted with the sound of applause coming from around the room. It was obvious that the show they had all just put on had been observed by most of the other patrons and they were showing their approval. Of course they had no idea of the real relationships going on at the table but that didn't matter. They were applauding for how hot the whole thing had appeared and for the unabashed display that had just occurred.

Trina stood up and Naomi and everyone else could see just how wet her face was. Trina put her mouth on Naomi's and passed some of Donnas' squirt over to her. Naomi's eyes got wide when she realized what it was that was being shared with her too!

After swallowing she just stared at Katie and Donna knowing that she had to have them both over to her apartment at some point. She would have her pseudo daughter Trina service them all including Trish if she was finally coming to appreciate the joys of women.

"Oh my god Donna you're a fucking squirter, you are one lucky little bitch Katie. You taste soooooo delicious too; I can't wait for our date that you promised yesterday!"

Donna who was momentarily exhausted and just slightly embarrassed said softly, "I never knew I could do that till I was with Katie. She brings so much out in me that I never realized, I mean I can't believe I just had sex in public like this for the first time! Sweetie thank you, you have a wonderful mouth and I promise to return the favor someday soon!" 

"You're so very welcome; after Naomi told me about you and Katie she must have fucked me five times last night. The idea of the two of you together is so fucking hot and we both agreed that I would be her daughter now too!" Trina said shyly.

Donna knew that she was looking at a true submissive still it was hard to equate this timid demure young woman with the cunt hungry slut who had just sucked her pussy so well.

"Well Trina I think you should make sure your mommy is well taken care of when you get home since she was so nice to share you with me!" Donna said firmly.

A joyous look overtook Trina's face as she was given a command that she would absolutely love carrying out. She just nodded her head vigorously while gazing over at Naomi with love and lust in her eyes.

Naomi came over to the table and leaned into Donna, "You know you're just like her right, I can easily see Katie having a sexy collar made for you. When you're ready for that come see me, I make them as a side business from the store. Oh by the way why are you the only one wearing the vibrator, it's so much more fun if everyone has one?"

Katie smiled after hearing what Naomi said and wondered if she would ever take her command of her mother to that level. Maybe for some play time but she couldn't envision a full time sub role for Donna. 

"We are all wearing one even Trish, we just decided to play with hers first!" Katie said happily, "I know you're happy we did!"

"Oh you foolish, foolish girl, you don't know do you?" Naomi said giggling.

"Know what? What kind of secret are you keeping from me you old slut?" Katie laughed.

"Give me all three of your remotes," Naomi said holding her hands out.

She looked at them and nodded her head then made and adjustment on the remote. Then she pressed three buttons one on each remote and all of a sudden all three women's eyes opened wide. 

"I guess you didn't realize why it's called the OhMiBod Club, it has a second function that you are all enjoying right now. It synchs the vibration to outside sounds like the music in the club. I set the mic on its least sensitive position but if I do this......"she picked one of the three wondering who would get the benefit.

All of a sudden Trish yelped and dropped her phone which had still been recording. They all laughed as the young woman's hips started humping in time to the beat of the music. 

"Oh.....Oh.....Oh....goddamn that feels soooooo fucking good!" Trish moaned not even caring who noticed. 

"It would seem the caterpillar is starting to emerge from her little cocoon Katie," Naomi motioned over to Trish.

"I knew she would someday, she's waiting for Mrs. Right before taking the final plunge over to our dark side though!"

"Oh really, I wouldn't mind being that Mrs. Right if she needs a maternal role model." Naomi said still keeping the vibe up to its maximum.

Donna leaned into Trish and slid her tongue inside Trish's ear causing even more spasms in her body. She whispered encouraging words telling Trish to let go and let it happen, to let herself cum in front of all of them.

"Sorry Nay, but they don't get more maternal than her Mrs. Right! She wants to be like me and my mom and we're helping her get there too." Katie said enjoying the view of Trish approaching her impending climax.

"Oh my god you little slut, you mean she wants to be with her mom too? Are you openly trying to advocate lesbian incest for everyone?" Naomi joked not knowing about Trish's movie.

After thinking about it for a few seconds Katie just smiled at her and Trina, "Well why not, it seems it has a true taboo appeal to it. As long as the two people are into it and they are adults it doesn't hurt anyone. In fact I think me and my mom will forever be even closer because of it!"

Naomi nodded her head seeing the logic in Katie's words on some level feeling a twinge of regret that she didn't have a flesh and blood daughter. Then she looked down at Trina who was still looking up at her with nothing but adoration in her eyes and she realized she didn't need one, Trina would gladly take that role and keep it.

Just then they heard a small shriek and all eyes turned back towards Trish who was now yipping like a little puppy dog excitedly. Katie remembered the first time she heard her roommate make that sound and immediately though how adorable it was.

Trish's hips were pushing into the air seeking out an invisible cock, fingers or tongue but there was nothing there. Donna was however helping out a little, she had revealed one of Trish's tits and was alternately sucking and twisting the nipple. 

"Why doesn't she shove her fingers into her pussy and help the poor girl out?" Naomi asked.

"Because she's saving her pussy for her mom, she wants her to be the first woman in there!"

Trina overheard her, "Oh my god that's so hot, mommy will you please take me home and fuck me. My pussy is so wet for you and I need my mommy to cool it down!" 

"Very soon my angel, mommy is going to make her little girl soooo happy tonight but remember Donnas' instructions. You have to make me purr before I take care of that pretty kitty of yours!" 




What to Do with a Full Nest Pt. 02



"OOOO .....YIP......YIP....YIP........OOOOO...MORE.....YIP...YIP.......YIP.....C...C...CU....CUMMING......YIP YIP YIP YIP!" Trish moaned. She wasn't as loud as Donna had been because a tiny part of her was still holding back but today was a milestone for as well as for Donna. It was also her first time having sex in public even if it didn't include any vaginal touching.

Trish's unique sounds once again attracted the attention of a large portion of the club and once again the result was the same, hearty applause for her public orgasm. Never having done anything like this before Trish couldn't help but blush at all the attention she saw focused on her. She meekly lowered her eyes and smiled bashfully at her appreciative audience.

Even Naomi was applauding and went as far as walking over to the table and giving her a huge hug making sure to press herself tightly into Trish's nubile body. 

"I would love for you and your mom to join Katie and Donna on our double date if you get your wish sweetie! I've always thought you were a serious diamond in the rough just waiting to come out of your shell," Naomi whispered in her ear.

After she broke the hug she took up Trina's leash once again and said goodbye to everyone. She even made Trina get on her knees like a puppy and bark for Trish which brought on a second round of blushing from the neophyte nympho. 

Trish was actually starting to regret having been so guarded sexually during all the time she lived with Katie. Besides her voyeuristic excursions into Katie's room she had only had two guys that had she had let get lucky with her. They had both been boyfriend material in her eyes and that was usually the only way a guy would get into her pants. There had been a few exceptions to that rule before she and Katie had been roommates but it didn't happen often. 

Now after being so openly exposed to Katie completely letting loose with Donna and the sexual vortex that was surrounding them she wished she had more experiences. She wasn't sorry that she hadn't been with a woman yet because she was hoping that Joanna would realize the significance of her waiting. 

She was saving herself for her mom for two separate reasons; one was the significance of letting her own mother teach her how to make love to a woman. The second was hopefully going to be a result of the first and that was she was desperate to have a closer personal relationship with her mom. She wanted to have the same type of closeness that Katie and Donna were now sharing.

So after Naomi and Trina had left the three women all sat down on the couch and were immediately approached by a waitress for a drink order. Donna never considered herself a drinker really but had enjoyed letting loose last night a bit. It just seemed to mellow her out enough to take any nervous edge away.

"Honey, can you order for me please? I just don't know any special yummy drinks that you might know about?" Donna said sweetly while snuggling up to her young daughter.

"Don't you worry mom, I'll make sure that's another area of your new education," Katie said seductively.

The music was loud enough that the waitress couldn't hear Katie calling Donna mom but her eyes were taking in the erotic exchange between this young woman and her cougar lover. That they were lovers was never in doubt the way the older one had molded herself to the younger one's side. Evidently the younger one was a regular and that's why her boss had instructed her that all drinks were on the house for this table.

"What about you Trishie, do you want me to order for you too?" Katie teased.

"That would be great; I don't feel like making any decisions tonight because I'm scared they might get me....." Trish offered.

"Now, now, now, is that how our little puppy asks for something?" Katie teased again with a big smile.

Trish knew that she would never live down what had just happened a few minutes ago and then decided she didn't want to either. She was proud that she had allowed herself to be that open here in the club. 

So with a smile just as big as Katie's she answered, " YIP! YIP! YIP!"

To embellish her puppy act she also wiggled her ass for Katie, Donna and the waitress.

"You guys are just so freaking amazing! I wasn't supposed to have a shift tonight but I wouldn't have missed your table for the world. You all make me wish I wasn't working right now!" the young woman told them.

"Well even though you're working maybe you could get a break, I know for a fact that our little pet here would love to dance with someone! Oh and by the way, I'm Katie our puppy is Trish and this is my mom Donna!" Katie boldly told her once again putting her special relationship with Donna fully on display.

"Your....did you just say.....she's your mom? You're shitting me right, I mean I can see some resemblance but really....your mom is your....." the waitress stammered. She was floored by Katie's revelation and found herself immediately turned on. She looked at the two of them and nasty wicked thoughts immediately ran through her head and made her panties flood.

She wasn't a lesbian but was definitely bi-sexual and working in this place had expanded her same sex horizons tremendously. She thought she had seen a lot of things in her time working here but she had never run across a mother and daughter that were lovers; if she had they had kept it quiet.

"Don't be rude now sweetie, yes she's my mom and her name is Donna, it would be great to know your name now too!" Katie pushed. She was in her environment now and was doing what she always did so well, she was making things happen. She just seemed to flirt so easily that sometimes she didn't even know she was doing it.

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry, it's just that well....I've never met.....oh heck my name is Stacie!" I think I might be able to get a few breaks and a few dances in, is she right little puppy would you like to dance with me for a while?" she asked playfully.

Trish was nervous, she had never been asked to dance by another woman. She decided to just let go once again and continued her playful puppy routine. She nodded her head and yipped at Stacie while wagging her ass once again.

"Well okay then, I promise I'll come find you when I get a break!" Stacie said while patting Trish playfully on her head. She then was about to turn and leave and remembered, "Oh damn almost forgot your drinks, it's gonna be hard to focus after what you guys just told me because it's so off the charts hot!"

Katie openly let her hand go down and play with Donnas' obviously hard nipple while holding Stacie's look. She twisted and caressed it and made Donna coo and sigh as she did causing the waitress to run her tongue over her lips, a sure sign of arousal.

"Well Stacie I think we will all have a Caramel Apple, and get one for yourself too we will keep it here for when you get that break!" as she said it she had pushed Donna back and opened her legs to put her on display for the waitress.

"She has the sweetest tasting pussy I've ever eaten Stacie, no one tastes like my mommy!" Katie teased.

Stacie gulped and moved off to make the drinks and Katie reached in her small bag. She pulled out a little vial and handed her mother and Trish a small pill.

Trish immediately knew what it was and got nervous but continued with her go with the flow mentality. So she just opened wide and with Donna looking on popped it and swallowed.

"Your turn mommy dearest, don't be scared. Remember I'm the leader and you have to trust me right?" Katie asked.

"What is it honey, it's not that I don't want to try it but I've never done any kind of drugs like this before?" Donna said nervously.

"Its a little ecstasy, it's not very potent so you won't even get the full effect as if it was full strength. I promise you it will make tonight even more special, especially later when your little girl fucks that beautiful pussy of yours!" Katie said softly and seductively.

Donna once again was faced with the difference between being Katie's 'mom' or her lover. In mom mode she would probably show concern over the fact that Katie openly was using a drug that she had only heard wild things about. As her lover she wanted to trust that Katie was doing everything in her power to give Donna what she wanted and needed sexually. Of course the lover won out because as she had agreed to yesterday, her mom hat was off and would never return again with her daughter.

Putting all hesitation aside Donna giggled like a schoolgirl and shrugged her shoulders. Then as she popped the tiny pill into her mouth she said happily, "In for a penny in for a pound!"

Katie was ecstatic and not from any ecstasy, tonight was turning out to be the most amazing night of her life sexually. Not only had she watched her mother get her pussy eaten by her friend Trina, she was witnessing the blossoming of Trish's potential sexually. She had wanted Trish to let go for so long and now she was seeing the beginnings of what she hoped would be a fully liberated woman sexually.

She was smiling to herself also at being able to get them both to try the ecstasy because she herself loved how it enhanced everything around you. It just seemed to make everything seem better than it normally was and that's why she always loved fucking on it. She wasn't lying though about the strength of what she gave them, she had purposely scored some lesser dose pills this week just for this occasion.

"Hey sis what the hell is a caramel apple?" Trish yelled over to her. The music was getting louder it seemed and they all were wearing their vibrators that synched to the beat. Of course they all had them on the lowest setting but it still provided nonstop stimulation to their pussies.

"Simple my dear, it's an appletini with a touch of caramel syrup and brown sugar around the rim!" she said proudly. She had actually been the one to give the recipe to the head bartender here and was flattered when she added it to their mixed drink menu.

"Oh my god honey that sounds delicious! Maybe you should order a follow up round as soon as Stacie comes back! Speaking of Stacie I think she has a little crush on our sexy little Chihuahua here, are you going to dance with her?" Donna asked while petting Trish's head in the same way Stacie had done.

They all just seemed to adopt Trish's puppy persona and were all having fun with it. It was totally for fun and Trish for once found herself the center of attention in a nightclub and she loved it.

"I guess I might as well, I mean I can still have a good time even if I am saving myself for...." She started to say just as Stacie returned.

"Hey ladies I'm back and I did as you told me and got myself one of these too. It just looked to awesome to turn down," she said as she placed the drinks in front of them.

Then she leaned in till her face was only a couple of inches from Trish's and told her, "I have good news pretty thing, I finagled my way into an hour break. It starts in fifteen minutes so I'm gonna go talk with the DJ and give him some requests for songs. I'll be back ready to make you sweat and bark for me then!"

After she said that she shocked Trish by leaning in and planting her lips right on Trish's and jamming her tongue sensuously into her surprised mouth. At first she was too shocked to respond but after second or two she let herself go once again and found herself responding hungrily. She was swapping tongues with Stacie as if they had know each other forever and it felt amazing, and the ecstasy hadn't even kicked in yet.

"Wow, that looks so hot doesn't it mom!" Katie said watching her best friend let herself go like she had never seen before.

Stacie broke the kiss briefly leaving Trish panting just like a puppy and turned to Katie, "Why don't the two of you kiss too. I want to see a mother and daughter use their tongues to fuck each other's mouths!"

"Ooooo baby I think our waitress just might be as horny a little slut as you are," Donna said while giggling softly. She too thought that the sight of Trish making out with a stranger was scalding hot and she had zero problems with Stacie's request.

She let Katie lead the way but soon they weren't just making out but their hands were freely roaming all over each other's bodies. Stacie's attention was torn between the gorgeous babe she was kissing and the sight of a mother and daughter freely exploring each other's bodies with their hands and mouth.

She forced herself to break the kiss and pulled back panting right along with Trish at that moment. Katie pulled back from Donna and they both smiled wickedly at the young cocktail waitress.

"Was that hot enough for you Stacie, I mean on a scale of 1-10 it's probably around a 1 ½ for what we usually get into with each other!" Katie teased.

"Oh my fucking god was that hot, and you sweet little puppy girl can kiss with the best of them. Let me get back to work but I'll be right here in fifteen minutes!" she smiled and left.

"Katie oh my god you have to help me!" Trish asked her frantically once Stacie had left.

For a second Katie got concerned by the tone of Trish's voice, "What's wrong sis, you seem upset?"

"Well...it's not that I'm upset....it's just that with the ecstasy and all ....and she kisses really, really well. I mean no boy has ever kissed me that good the only one who ever kissed me better was Donna," she said bashfully.

Donnas' ego swelled hearing the compliment from this twenty year old young woman. She patted herself on the back and smiled happily over at her.

"No I'm not upset...it's just.....I don't know if I'm going to be able to control myself with her....she's so sexy!" Trish sobbed. She truly wanted to stick to her convictions about having Joanna be her first but Stacie had gotten her so worked up that if she were here alone she would have run home out of the fear of what she wanted to happen.

Katie smiled seeing the lust written all over Trish's face, "Don't you worry honey, I've got your back. You should let yourself go and have as much fun as you can with her thought tonight. There's no rule that because you make out with her you have to fuck her on the first night!"

Katie felt slightly hypocritical with that last statement because if it had been her making out with Stacie they would be in the ladies room right now.

"So please will the two of you help watch out for me, don't let me go anywhere alone with her please! You know what I mean Katie, especially the ladies room!" she smiled mischievously acknowledging Katie's free spirit when it came to sex.

"Oh my god baby, do you mean to tell me you meet people and have sex with them right in the ladies room!" Donna said trying her best to sound shocked and outraged.

"Ummm well yeah, I seem to remember a certain mom who had her legs spread wide for one of my young friends here a little while ago!" Katie said playfully.

"Hmmph.... I have no idea what you are talking about, I simply had an itch on my inner leg and that sweet young girl offered to scratch it for me!" she said while shyly sipping her drink.

They all laughed loudly at Donnas' attempt at being demure and conservative. The two girls had seen enough of her in one night to know that Donna was game for anything Katie suggested.

"Soooo.....sweetie, when do you plan on showing your old mom where the ladies room is!" she came back.

Once again they all laughed this time at Donnas' complete acceptance of anything thrown her way and her eagerness to embrace it all.

"I promise before we leave mommy that your legs will be high in the air in one of the stalls here with my tongue firmly embedded in your juicy, juicy pussy! Let's wait till Trish finishes her one hour date with her new admirer though, this way we can be her wingmen." Katie said while leaning in for another kiss. 

After sitting for a few minutes Katie grabbed both Donna and Trish by the hand and led them out to the dance floor. The three women proceeded to put on a display of dirty dancing that made the temperature rise in the packed room. It was clear that word had gotten around about them so all eyes were on them to see if any other wild activities would take place. They unfortunately were somewhat disappointed because beyond the grinding and making out between the three of them there want anything else.

It seemed that a huge barrier had come down with Trish and she was now openly making out with both Donna and Katie. She didn't feel that doing that jeopardized her position but it surely did ratchet up the level of arousal she was feeling. 

Of course she could start to feel the ecstasy taking effect too and it just made her feel warm and euphoric. It made all the tingles in her pussy from the vibrator feel so much more intense, not in the same way as if she turned up the controller but in a more natural way.

She could see that Donna was starting to feel it too because her hands were everywhere on Katie's body as they danced. She was molded up against her daughter and had a wild crazed look in her eye as if she wanted to just pull her down on the floor right there. 

Trish moved along with both Katie and Donna to the music and watched as Donna got more and more into her daughter. Katie had put one of her lollipops in her mouth and the effect was filthy sexy. Katie of course had on her legal schoolgirl outfit with her tits falling out of the top with no bra on and a skirt that if it were any shorter wouldn't even be necessary.

So as Donna was grinding on her daughter she would flip the back of the skirt up and openly caress and fondle the cheeks of her gorgeous ass. Then she would wrap her arms around her and fondle her I the front but the vibrator kept her from being able to actually play with Katie's pussy. After a few minutes of all of this she took it to the next level, pulling one of her daughter's tits right out from under the shirt and suckling it hungrily. She was pulling and feasting on the whole tit too, trying to squeeze as much of it as she could into her mouth.

Katie was more than ready to burst; it didn't escape her attention that of the three of them she was the only one who hadn't cum yet in the club. She would fix that for sure very soon but they had to wait for Stacie to come and hang with Trish first. Katie took the protector/wingman responsibility very seriously and didn't anticipate having to really step in because Stacie seemed nice enough on first impressions.

"Oh my god baby, I feel so warm and wonderful. This must be the ecstasy doing this right?" Donna whispered into her ear.

"Oh yeah mom, it takes every sensation you feel and heightens them. When we get home later you are going to cum so hard and so many times because you've never experienced anything like getting fucked on ecstasy," Katie smiled wickedly.

"Oh god I can't wait, my pussy won't stop tingling and I want to cum so badly! Are you really going to fuck me tonight baby? Are you going to put one of those big old cocks on and fuck me like the dirty mommy slut I've become for you?" Donna said sensuously.

"Oh god yes mom, by the time I'm done with your pussy tonight you will truly learn the meaning of getting fucked. Trust me what I'm going to do to that married pussy of yours is something that daddy could never even dream of doing, remember who was the first person to make you squirt?" she asked boldly.

Donnas' mind went back to the night before when she first experienced the taste and feel of her daughter's pussy lips in her mouth. She was thinking about how warm and inviting her pussy felt as she sank her tongue deep inside searching for her lover's cum and was rewarded with a blend of his cum and Katie's natural juices.

Donna was in heaven with her thoughts of the night before and what she was anticipating tonight. She wanted to avoid all thoughts of Jack from entering her mind but it wants possible. She just briefly wondered what he was doing at this very moment and determined that whatever it was it had to be boring as all fuck compared to her new experiences. Then she just thought that it was sad that he wouldn't try to embrace new things sexually because things could have been different, but then again she didn't want them to be. 




What to Do with a Full Nest Pt. 03



Well here is my second offering for Literotica. It will contain once again incest and cuckolding although the cuckolding will not appear till later in the story and will not be as extreme as in last story. It involves two families and will change the way they both live. All of the characters are over 18 and there is no sex with anyone under the age of 18.

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Sunday morning the traditional day of rest was instead a day of restless awakenings in three different households involving the Calloway and Edwards families. In the most troubled one a lone Jack Calloway was waking up for only the second morning ever without his wife Donna by his side. He looked over at the spot in their marital bed where she would normally be and couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

It wasn't as if she had left him or that they were splitting up as far as he knew. It was just that their lives were changing and in a way that was going to leave him without his wife for multiple nights every week. He kept trying to admonish himself for making the agreement that was going to make it happen but the request had come from his one other weak point in his life, his daughter Katie.

Even if he didn't have anywhere near the close relationship that Donna had with their daughter, Christ she had brushed the girls hair for a solid hour every night of her life since she was a child, he was still a sucker for his daughter's requests. She would never be the daddy's girl that other fathers enjoyed but he loved her till his heart burst and he knew that she loved him too.

Of course this whole chain of events had come about because of the close relationship that Donna and Katie had with each other. After Katie had left to live in Manhattan's East Village and attend NYU Donna had become more and more withdrawn. Her depressed and out of character behavior had pushed him to the point of confrontation a week ago. That confrontation had led them both to come to the same conclusion, Donna was suffering from a severe case of empty nest syndrome.

That had led to them calling Katie and before you knew it Donna had agreed to spend the weekend with her daughter getting her fix of their mother daughter bond. Jack of course was clueless how deep the mother daughter bond had become over the last two nights. Then yesterday he had gotten a call from Katie telling him how she felt that what her mother had been experiencing would make a great subject for her sophomore film project that she had to start working on. He couldn't see that he was being reeled in like a fish on a hook so he agreed with her, even offering to give her any help she needed. 

He of course had meant financially so when Katie had asked him that the only help she needed was her mother's participation he had agreed. Then she had dropped the bomb, her participation would consist of being in the city every weekend for the next six months until the film was due to be shown. He got silent and realized he was boxed into a corner so he agreed. Katie of course had been ecstatic and filled the phone with I love you's and Thank you's for her father so when they hung up he was feeling okay. He felt like he had done something nice for both his wife and daughter and his act of self sacrifice might pay dividends during the week when he was alone with Donna.

So as he woke up alone and horny he prayed to god that the wife that was going to come home to him on Monday would be the old Donna and not the morose imitation of her that had lived here for the last months. After they had agreed to her spending this past weekend with Katie Donnas' nonexistent sex drive had returned with a vengeance and she had fucked him almost into submission the last three nights before she left. If she came back with that same fire in her loins it would go a long way to making their upcoming weekend sabbaticals more acceptable.

One thing that her being with their daughter this weekend had accomplished with him was he had given up on the fear that Donna was having an affair. It had been his accusation of that possibility the last Monday that had brought things to a head. His first thoughts on his wife having an affair were severe and unforgiving; he had immediately gone to the gut instinct of throwing her to the curb. 

Then as the hours passed and the next few days passed he found himself feeling less and less likely to throw away a twenty year marriage over an indiscretion. He knew that his gut reaction to the thought of Donna having an affair had been an overreaction caused by his own upbringing. His mother and father had lived an unorthodox lifestyle for a good number of years before he had moved out. 

His father had allowed his mother to have other men in her life even going as far as watching them while they would fuck. Inside he had always felt sorry for his father that his mother made him do this and he thought that his father was weak for accepting it. They had never really spoken of it but his accidental discovery of their lifestyle had altered his relationship with his mother and they had never been as close afterwards. He knew that it saddened his father that he kept his mom at a distance even up to the day she died. After she had passed he had stood at her gravesite while everyone else had left and he poured his heart out to her spirit.

He had told her that he had never stopped loving her and he was just confused. He thanked her for always being the best of mothers, which she always was to him even after he had pushed her away, and told her that he wished he had been more understanding. Then he had let go of tears that he hadn't shed for many years over their estranged relationship.

When the thought of Donna possibly cheating on him had entered his mind he swore he would not be like his father. He loved the hell out of Donna but he just couldn't accept any less than total devotion to him. As he mellowed on that position over the last few days he decided to seek out his father's advice. He felt like it might finally be time to talk about his father's decisions as two adults so he headed to his house on Friday.

He had learned a great deal that night including the fact that there were a good number of men who actively supported their wives in sleeping with other men. It seemed that there were multiple reasons for a man accepting this from their wives and some of them even pushed them into it. His father was one of the former and had accepted his mother's affairs. He told him that it was his supreme act of self sacrifice and he had done it at first because he didn't want Jack to grow up in a broken home. 

Then he told him how it had changed and how over time he had started seeing how happy it made his mother and how fulfilled she always seemed. He even confided in his son in a slightly embarrassed tone that it had even made their sex life busier and hotter. It seemed that the stress of not having to hide her affairs had freed his mother and allowed her to accept her need for lots of sex. Of course Jack was still slightly uncomfortable with the idea that his mom was a borderline nymphomaniac but he started to understand his father's actions.

He questioned himself after seeing an affair by a partner from a different perspective about whether he could make the same sacrifice as his father. He knew that his love for his wife was unending and even if they split he would never stop loving her. He knew that the trust between them would be damaged but if he accepted her need to have an affair or affairs the trust factor would be moot. In fact it might even make their trust in each other stronger with Donna being able to let him know what she was doing. As he had drifted off to sleep the night before he knew that in his heart he had already decided that if he was ever faced with making a choice he would try and accept it with love as long as the affair was a physical thing that didn't threaten to take her away from him. 

One other thing he learned from his father was the name associated with this acceptance, cuckold. He turned the word around in his own head and wondered if any of his friends or acquaintances lived that kind of life. He wished he had others to talk to and get opinions from to see how they had come to accept it. He of course had no idea that one of his closest friends had been living this type of life for a number of years now, Steve Edwards. 

He also had no idea that the simple weekend with their daughter that he agreed to was starting a chain of events that would not only force him to decide if he could be a cuckold but would also tie the Calloway and Edwards houses together for the distant future.

Then he remembered that it was Sunday and that he had a two o clock tee time with that very same Steve Edwards. He shook the cobwebs from his brain and put all thoughts of cuckolds and film projects away for now and jumped in the shower. Steve had called him on Thursday and mentioned that it would just be the two of them today since the other two guys both friends of Steve wouldn't be able to make it. 

As he got ready he wondered about his friend's life in comparison to his own and he felt a stab of envy. It seemed that Steve and Joanna had an amazing marriage even after the twenty years they had been together. He would always catch them in an embrace or a whisper when they didn't think he was noticing and he wished that he and Donna could have the same kind of relationship as the two of them, never once thinking of two age old adages, be careful what you wish for and the grass is always greener.

It was a pretty definite thing that his idea of the Edwards marriage would be more than slightly altered if he could overhear the pillow talk in their bedroom right now.

"So honey, are you telling me you are okay with me pursuing this with our daughter? I mean yesterday..." Joanna asked her husband once again. They had put off any real discussion of what Joanna had in her mind until today because it was too late the night before. Of course there was another reason that Joanna didn't want to talk about it last night, she wanted to fuck her husband's misgivings away. 

Sure enough when they hit the bed last night she had whispered dirty thoughts about their daughter in his ear as she rode his cock. She had put images in his head of her face in between Trish's thighs of Trish fucking her with a strap on and vice versa. Then she had hit him with what she felt had been the coup de grace, the idea of her sliding one of her lover's cocks into their daughter's welcoming pussy while he sat in his chair and watched. It had made him cum like a rocket and he nearly threw her off the bed with the violence of his up thrusts into her pussy.

"Jo, I don't know I guess I never do when we add new things to this lifestyle. I will admit that after the initial shock of you shoving it down my throat wore off it got me thinking," he told her.

Joanna winced slightly at his mentioning of how she presented the idea to him yesterday. He now understood that the whole thing had caught her so off guard that she just reacted without thinking. This morning she had explained to him exactly how this fantasy had begun and she had even explained to him how it had now evolved in her head. She had been completely honest with him in telling how she envisioned Trish being her toy, how she wanted to dominate their daughter sexually. She also told him of her fantasies of offering their daughter up as a party favor in company parties. Of course she had softened her fantasies to him by telling him that's all they were.

She told him how she would just be satisfied becoming her daughter's lover and sexual mentor. She did after all want to make sure that Trish knew what a satisfying sex life could be like. She wasn't one hundred per cent honest with him when she said she had no immediate plans to make her deeper fantasies come true. She was sure it would take her some time to open her daughter's perception of sex and possibly work her towards accepting a Mistress in her life.

In her mind she could see the company Christmas party right now and see her little Angel with her legs spread in one of the Senior VP's offices taking on everyone just like her mommy. Since she loved doing it so much she was hoping her little girl might too. These thoughts she kept to herself and would only reveal them when the time made it necessary.

"Steve, Trish is a grown woman and should be allowed to make her own decisions. I've told you where I stand on our daughter sexually. Wanting to be with her is like a craving deep inside of me that I have a hard time keeping in control. I would never have pursued this fantasy but it seems like its being handed to me on a silver platter. Please honey, you've been so open about everything we've tried and I think for the most part you've enjoyed yourself. Give this to me and as usual I promise it will only make things hotter here at home!" she coaxed him.

Steve looked over at his wife and just gently nodded his head yes. You would have thought she won the lottery the way Joanna reacted. She yelped for joy and hugged him as tight as she possibly could then she threw him back on the bed. She climbed between his legs and took his cock in her hands while looking him in the eye.

"Oh honey, you're the greatest husband in the whole world and now I'm gonna give you a 'head' start on your reward!" she said as she swallowed his cock in one gulp.

Steve never got tired of his wife's blow jobs especially considering how her skills had developed in recent years. Before she had discovered herself sexually blowjobs were far and few between in the Edwards household, relegated to special days like birthdays and anniversaries. Now Joanna had evolved into a world class cocksucker who relished every second of having a man inside her mouth. 

As he lay back and enjoyed his wife's ministrations he let the images Joanna had planted in his head the night before start spinning again but with one big exception, he was wondering if he would get to play with Trish too. He didn't expect to because like Joanna's female partners he wasn't allowed to touch but at the very least he would be able to watch. Watch as his wife guided one of her big cocked lovers in between their daughter's thighs. He wondered which of her lover's she would choose to fuck their daughter in front of him. He wondered if she would have her play with the couples that were friends of both them and he was ready to explode into his wife's' sucking mouth. 

To think of Trish being offered to friends of theirs she had grown up knowing her whole life was enough to push him over the edge. He grabbed Joanna by the head and buried his cock down her throat filling her belly with an extra large load of morning cum for her to digest.

"Did my wonderful man enjoy that baby? Can you picture seeing our little girl do that too?" Joanna teased.

"Oh god yes you filthy slut, I can see her doing it. The question is if you get your wishes and you get Trish to be your lover will anyone you play with be off limits?" Steve asked.

Joanna hesitated because she once again didn't want to panic her husband with the depth of her fantasies. In her fantasies she would eventually pass Trish around to everyone she fucked including their neighbors. She wondered if he was wondering about them and how it would make him feel.

"Why don't you tell me if anyone should be off limits, remember if I get my way me and Trish will be partners. Who we play with will be our choice and you will have to just sit and watch if you are there. Tell me now though if there is anyone you want off limits and I will make sure not to include them. Maybe the Craig's or the Lockhart's, I mean I could understand if you wanted them left out because Trish has grown up knowing them her whole life." Joanna offered.

Steve's response shocked even her, "No in fact if you are going to get her to play with your other partners I want them included. I want to be here when it happens too, maybe working the grill outside while you all fuck her by the pool!"

"Ooooooooo my kinky little husband, I think that might be arranged depending on how this week goes. Who should get first crack at our daughter's sweet little crack, Terry and Evie, or Cindy and Dave? Maybe you want me to invite all four of them over to take her at the same time?" she teased and noticed him getting hard again.

"No not all four the first time, it doesn't matter who goes first you choose. Just remember honey Trish has to be on board with all of this first though. If you meet her this week and something happens I want you to promise me the two of you will call me and she will tell me she is fine with this, fine with being your lover." Steve said. It was the one main condition he had asked for this morning just to insure that Joanna wasn't coercing their daughter into their unorthodox lifestyle.

Once again as had become habit since he had allowed himself to be cuckolded his little head had completely shut down his big one. If he could record this conversation and play it at a later date and be subjective he would think he had gone insane. His conversation with his wife had started out on the most bizarre of levels, whether or not he would accept making their daughter her regular lover.

It had quickly spiraled off into the twilight zone and now had him being asked to decide if he would want Trish to get fucked by two women and one man first or two men and three women. Ten years ago he would have kicked the ass of anyone perverse enough to even suggest his daughter in the middle a gangbang led by her own mother. Now instead he sat in his bed with a hard on wondering how it would actually feel to see and hear his daughter having sex. 

Joanna could see that Steve had entered what she liked to call 'conscience' modes. They were times when he would appear zoned or blanked out and it almost always meant he was thinking about their playtimes and how it affected them. A few times over recent years he had emerged from his fog wanting to go back and stop her from playing with others. It almost always took a few days and either the opportunity to watch her with a lover anonymously or in the same room before his cuckold desires took hold again.

"Steve honey, are you okay? I know this is a lot to swallow so fast and the whole fantasy of me including Trish in my games..."Joanna started saying.

Steve stopped her, "It's okay sweetie, I just couldn't help picturing our lovely daughter letting herself go sexually like you. Then there's one thing that keep popping in my head and I want you to promise me you won't let it happen no matter what!"

She was relieved that it wasn't one of his fugues because she once again told herself that she was going to fuck Trish no matter what. It would of course be much better with his knowledge and consent on the subject.

She also knew instinctively what he was hinting at, "Steve I offered you the chance a long time ago to make this a true open marriage back then. I have had a number of the women who I've played with ask to include you but I always refuse them because you want me to. You've told me over and over that your turn on is from me having sex with other's that you don't want to be with anyone else. So if you're thinking what I think you are rest assured this cock of yours will never be touched by our. Lots of other cocks will be touching her but yours never will." Joanna said taking him in her hand.

Back when she first got caught and the whole idea of extramarital sex came out she had offered to live an open marriage but he quickly rebuffed her. A few times over the recent years she brought it up again but got the same answer each time, he had no interest in being with another woman. So she was damn sure not going to let him enjoy the fruits of Trish's womb, she would be the sole parent with control of that territory even if he changed his mind.




What to Do with a Full Nest Pt. 03



"Oh god, you know me so well. You might have to be firm because I will be honest the idea of touching Trish might be the one to change my mind. I'm jumping to another conclusion here too, if Trish is interested you will have to explain to her why it can't happen. She's going to have to know all about me being cuckolded too and what it means. I have to admit that scares me some too because I don't want her to lose respect for me Jo." Steve moaned as his wife manipulated his cock in her hand.

Looking up into his eyes she leaned down and took him in her mouth for a second time that morning, marveling as she did at the perfect curve of his cock. It curved in such a way that it never failed to hit her g spot in her pussy and it slid down her throat easily. It may only be an average length of six inches but it was in all honesty still Joanna's favorite. She wondered if part of the reason for that was also that she had complete control over it. She had realized over her adventures that she definitely got off on having some control over others in the bedroom. Now she was going to attempt to take control of the one person on earth that should have been completely off limits to her, their daughter. It made her shiver with anticipation and made her work Steve's cock like she was starving for his cum.

Steve started to grab Joanna by the head so he could control her movements on him but stopped. He had learned when Joanna's new abilities surfaced in their bed that doing that was a no no for him. He had watched other men do it and she seemed to love it but it all came down to her only allowing true Alpha type males to do that to her in bed. It was fine with him because she had become an expert at manipulating him with both her mouth and pussy.

Because of all the images filling his head it didn't take him long to cum again and in return fill her mouth with his seed. She swallowed it eagerly staring into his eyes as she did communicating her love for him through her actions. She had no doubt how much she loved him and was grateful to him for his liberal allowances of her desires. She also made sure to show him physically on a constant basis how much she loved his cock.

After swallowing her husband's cum for the second time that morning and savoring every last drop she looked at him and told him, "Honey Trish will never disrespect you because she will never see me or any of my lover's disrespect you. As far as the cuckolding goes leave that one up to me, I promise I will present it to her in the most fun way possible, in a way that will be fun for everyone. I will also explain to her that you are off limits sexually and that all of her needs will be taken care of by one parent only and maybe some of my friends." She told him with a wicked laugh.

As hard as it would possibly be for anyone outside of their situation to believe Joanna had nothing but respect for her husband. It would never be her desire to make their daughter disrespect her own father. She actually thought that by introducing her to an unorthodox relationship like she shared with Steve she could broaden her daughter's horizons sexually. She wanted her precious offspring to enter her early adulthood ahead of the game unlike Joanna felt she had done. 

She would carefully explain to her how her father was just wired a little differently than some men when it came to his sexual desires. Then as time went along she would demonstrate how even in some humiliation play it was always remembered that it was all play and not real. Of course all this wild plans and ideas were wonderful but they depended on a number of things.

First of course was the hope that she wasn't misreading Donnas' video, pictures or texts. Donna was well aware of her secret desire to bed Trish and she wouldn't send those things unless something had happened, something that had led her to believe Joanna could have what she wanted. 

Then the second thing almost as important as the first was how deeply into the rabbit hole would Trish be willing to jump. Would she just want some simple exploration to see what it would be like with her mom then when satisfied end it? If Joanna had any say in what would happen that would never be the outcome. She could easily see a bright new future where Trish was by her side for a very long time as her sexy submissive sex toy. However even getting a first kiss or maybe getting her in bed was a universe apart from making her into what she fantasized about.

As she lay in the bed with her head on her husband's stomach enjoying the aftertaste of his cum she pushed any doubts from her head. She was after all a sexually dominant creature who had in recent years gotten used to having whoever she desired in her bed. She would take the love that she had in her heart for her little girl and use it to show her how much she would love to be her mother's pet. She giggled to herself wondering if it was too early to go shopping for a collar for the transformation of Trish.

So as the Edwards lay in bed each deep in their thoughts of the possibly monumental changes in their already unorthodox lives the object of their thoughts was re-entering the apartment she shared with her best friend. In her hands was a bagful of still warm bagels and one pound of the best lox on the lower east side. She had also gone and gotten some fresh scallions and cream cheese. 

She hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and had decided to get up after only four hours of restless attempts at slumber. Her mind was racing ten thousand miles a minute with everything that had happened in the last forty eight hours in this apartment. In the other bedroom Katie was sleeping naked in the arms of her equally naked mother Donna. The things they had enjoyed with each other since Donnas' arrival had not only changed their lives but was also promising to change Trish's life in a most earth shattering way.

This morning before finally giving up on sleep she had watched the playback on the video camera of Donna and Katie alternately fucking each other into submission the night before. Then she had wound it back even further and watched them tenderly make love to each other earlier in the day. Besides the heat generated in her from watching probably the hottest sex scenes she had ever seen before was the feeling she got from the way they looked at each other.

There was intensity in the way they looked at each other whether it was while in the middle of purely fucking each other or while they tenderly took each other to sexual nirvana. It was without sounding too cliché, a look of love, a look between the two of them that what they were doing was right no matter who knew about it. Trish had seen Katie with a good number of lovers since they had been roommates and had even developed into a right out in the open voyeur for her escapades. Damn she even had her own chair in Katie's room just to watch.

In all the times she had watched though she never saw the urgency or total abandonment in Katie's eyes or face when she was having sex with someone else. She knew of course that her best friend was hooked and she could also see that Donna was too. These two women who had never touched each other in any way sexually were now permanently bonded together as lovers. She wondered how far it would take them but threw that out of her head right away. She didn't want to wonder about that because it didn't matter. All that mattered right now in the world was that they had found each other in this way. 

As she was chopping the scallions and mixing them with the cream cheese she thought of the things that Katie already had planned for the two of them. Two things were ambitious and beyond gutsy, they were inherently risky to Katie's future in school and Donnas' marriage. The risks for both women didn't seem to make them hesitant and instead they both appeared eager to take the plunge headfirst, damn the torpedoes full speed ahead.

Of course since she was going to be an inherent part of making those two projects become reality the risks could easily be her own too. She had briefly thought of that and had shrugged it off as well which surprised her somewhat because between Katie and her Trish had always been the pragmatic one of the two. However after getting caught up in the whirlwind of Katie's at first confession and the realization of her physical lust for her mother she had discovered a very shocking truth of her own, she wanted her own mother Joanna in the same way.

It could be said that maybe her lust to achieve what only a week ago wasn't even something she had ever acknowledged was blinding her to the risks but she would deny it. No instead she was willing to take the risks because of what she had witnessed through the lens of her camera and in the videos shot on her cell phone the last two days, Katie and Donna genuinely loved each other. So the romantic on her was more than willing to take the risk for love just like she was hoping she would have the same opportunity to find out where her new found desires for her mom would take her. 

Of course what had just been fantasy a few days ago was now on collision course to become her reality thanks mostly to Donna. Katie's mom had confessed to the three of them about a conversation she had with Joanna not very long ago. In it Joanna had confessed to purposely avoiding her own daughter because of what she felt were urges that couldn't control, the very same urges Trish was feeling right now. Donna had also told the two girls about Jo's secret life and how in fact she was more promiscuous then either of them could have imagined. She had also told Trish expecting to surprise her that her father knew and accepted Joanna's extramarital sexlife.

Of course Donna had been slightly shocked when Trish admitted that she knew about that. She explained how she had overheard a conversation between her parents that clearly shown Steve accepting Joanna having a lover. Trish though had no idea how deeply involved her parents were into that way of life and Donna hadn't shared anymore about it, just telling Trish it was her mother's place to tell her.

The talk with Donna however hadn't been what had started her on a collision course with facing her own incestuous desires and making them reality. No it had been the pictures and video Donna had sent Joanna of the two of them making out at an outdoor café. Then it had been the cryptic phone call in which Donna had hinted at something involving both her and Katie. It of course had finished with Donna agreeing to meet Joanna for lunch on Tuesday, a day that right now Trish wished was today.

Trish had expected to get barraged with calls and texts from her mom about what she had seen in the pictures but Donna had asked Joanna not to contact her till they had lunch. Trish of course didn't want to wait till Tuesday and wanted something to happen now because she was till so horny she wanted to scream. Of course she wasn't even sure anything would happen Tuesday but she knew that Joanna would be aware of what she wanted then and since it seemed to be what her mom wanted too well... She hoped that something might happen soon.

She wanted to be in Katie's position waking up in her mother's arms, feeling her naked body next to her own. She wanted to open her mother's legs and smell her arousal knowing that Joanna's pussy was leaking because of her. She wanted to slide her tongue into the velvet folds of the pussy that had given her life; she wanted to make her mother cum on her face over and over again.

As she was thinking about this she had put the spatula down that she was using to spread the cream cheese on the bagels. She reached down and shamelessly shoved two fingers inside her pussy and rubbed her clit vigorously. She quickly felt an orgasm coming on and she started moaning and then she let out the sound she had made last night. She unconsciously started yipping again, a slightly high pitched sound that easily could be mistaken for a small dog's excited bark.

As she rode out her orgasm on her fingers and was now conscious of the sound she was making she though back to last night. She had been so wasted on the ecstasy that Katie had given them even though it was a lesser dose that she had almost hooked up with the waitress Stacie. In fact if Katie hadn't spoken to Stacie herself she might have given in and had sex with her first woman but she hadn't and this morning she was grateful. It seemed that Katie had taken Stacie aside and made her promise that Trish's pussy was off limits last night. The romantic in her believed that her first time should be with Joanna and she was determined to stay a lesbian virgin till then and Stacie understood.

Of course Stacie had been floored to find out that Donna and Katie were mother and daughter. Then to learn Trish had designs on her own mother too made her interest grew even stronger. By the end of the night Trish had exchanged numbers with her and promised to see her after she had time with Joanna.

Stacie knew just how to push all her buttons the night before and had even referred to Trish as her little puppy based on the sounds she made when she came. She knew that because even though she was still a virgin with women she had enjoyed a number of orgasms in public last night because of the toy they all had used. It had made each of them cum a number of times because it was a remote controlled vibrator called the OhMiBod, it literally covered the whole pussy. It also as they found out last night vibrated to the beat of the music so Trish had yipped a number of times.

She was surprised that she hadn't been offended when Stacie started calling her puppy but instead had found it comforting and exciting. Stacie had also talked about punishing her for some offense and she couldn't remember what but then she had offered to have Joanna join her and the two of them punish Trish and just the thought of that alone had her ready to go for round two this morning. She wondered about herself and wondered about how submitting to Stacie last night had left her feeling safe and aroused at the same time. It felt good to let her take control, almost as if all the responsibility was taken away from her. 

She wanted her mother to take control of her; she wanted to be as much of a slut for her mother as Joanna wanted. She would let Joanna make her do things that she would never have the courage to do on her own. Then she would feel the same love from her mother that Katie had now with Donna, for once she would be getting all the love and affection she had always craved from her mom.

As she added the lox to the bagels, she had gotten the ones with all the yummy additions she thought back over the years of growing up with Katie as her best friend. Some people might think that she was jealous of all the attention Katie got from her mom but it was never like that. Instead she just wished that she would get the same attention from Joanna. Katie would always tell her about the amazing talks she would have with her mom each night during their hour together.

It was that hour that Katie spent every single night with Donna that had eventually led to unorthodox feelings developing between the two. Neither one ever acknowledged those feelings till this very weekend when it became evident that both mother and daughter had felt a physical attraction to each other for a long time. Trish never had those kinds of nights with her mom because Joanna was a career minded woman and always seemed busy. 

In fact she was now realizing how different both her mother and Donna were in so many ways. Oddly enough Trish saw a lot of herself in Donna and she could see a lot of Joanna in Katie. Both she and Donna seemed to be more of the submissive mindset wanting others to take the lead and give them direction. While Katie seemed to be the aggressive determined personality that her mother was, she was the Alpha in her and Donnas' new found relationship. 

Trish smiled to herself and once again found herself getting aroused. She was thinking of how it would feel to be at the mercy of her mother as an Alpha in a sexual relationship. She was imagining so many wicked things she hoped Joanna would make her do that her pussy was weeping again and little drops of dew were dripping down her legs.

There were so many new feelings coursing over her nerve endings and so many new ideas in her head. For example she never would be standing naked in the kitchen prepping breakfast for either Katie or herself; she would always have at least a robe on. But the last 48 hours had found her getting more and more comfortable being undressed at home that she had shed her clothes soon after returning from her bagel run.

So now as she started to feel her arousal growing again she could feel the sensation of her pussy dew dripping down the insides of her thighs tickling her lightly as it did. She reached down with a fingertip and scooped it up then bringing her finger to her lips tasted her own juice. It wasn't the first time she had tasted herself but now she couldn't help but imagine it was another woman's juice she was savoring.

She shuddered at the thought of her mother crouched above her head while she lay underneath with her mouth open in anticipation. She could clearly see in her mind's eye the drops of juice forming on Joanna's labia and the excitement she would feel as the first one hit her outstretched tongue. She wouldn't be surprised if when it happened she would spontaneously cum just from the forbidden wickedness of it actually happening.

As she went about pouring coffee in three mugs she couldn't help but let a little giggle escape her lips. She thought it funny and ironic that her family had never had a dog while she was growing up and she was perfectly willing to be her own mother's human puppy or anything else she could possibly want. As she headed into Katie's room to rouse the still slumbering lovers she let out a little yip imitating herself from the night before.

When she walked into the bedroom she almost had to sit down and play with herself once more. In front of her was a vision that was at once beautiful but also filthy and perverted at the same time. Katie and Donna were spooned together with Katie being the back part of the spoon. She had her leg thrown over Donnas' hip so that her pussy was clearly exposed and even though she slept it still looked moist and aroused. She had her one arm over her mother's chest and was sleeping with a full boob in her hand. The look on her face was one of happiness and contentment, if you could judge book Katie from her cover it looked like she was in love even while she slept.

Donna meanwhile was the front of their spoon and both of her amazing tits would be fully exposed if it weren't for Katie holding one possessively. She drew in a deep breath as she scanned Donnas' body once again; it seemed perfect in every way. From the naturally full lips on down to the all natural 34 dd breasts it was a sight to give any man a hard on or make any woman wet. If she wasn't already dripping Trish knew she would be right now. Donna shared the same breast size with her daughter but the most amazing thing about them was how they just seemed to defy gravity which is why some people thought they were fake or at least touched up some. If asked Donna always proudly proclaimed the genuineness of her tits and smiled politely leaving it up to the questioner whether or not to believe her.

Another feature that Donna shared with her daughter was her slightly dusky skin tone having come from and Italian American background. Her hips flared out slightly and made her body look extra full because of it. She would never be called skinny and neither would Katie but curvaceous was a word she always heard and not as a disguise for being fat. Her body had natural curves like the porn stars, Ava Adams and Rayveness both of whom were huge right now in the Milf category of porn. Trish was aware of both women's work having searched for Milf's on the computer since she had adopted Katie's obsession as her own.




What to Do with a Full Nest Pt. 03



Even though her pussy wasn't truly exposed it didn't need to be to add any more eroticism to the scene on the bed. Anyone in the know about the two sleeping beauties would immediately focus on the fact that a mother and daughter were sleeping naked next to each other while the daughter snuggled sexily against her mother's back. That would be enough for any individual man or woman to not care about Donnas' pussy being hidden because her legs were together while she lay on her side.

A flood of feelings and emotions ran through Trish as she stood there taking in the carnal view of mother and daughter entwined as lovers. Envy, jealousy, happiness for her friend and of course arousal all filled her and made her even more anxious in her hopes for Donnas' upcoming lunch with Joanna.

She walked towards the bed with two steaming coffee mugs and held them underneath their noses allowing the aroma to reach through their wall of sleep. Donna was the first to stir, her eyelids fluttering open slowly and a look of confusion on her face that passed quickly only to be replaced with a huge smile.

"Oh my god sweetie, you are a wondrous dream carrying a gift from the gods!" Donna said sleepily. 

She didn't want to remove Katie's hand from her tit but she did so softly and started to sit up so she could take the hot cup from Trish. What an amazing way to wake up after a truly unbelievable night filled with the best sex she had ever experienced she thought to herself. Her daughter had taken her places physically that she never imagined before and she kept reminding herself that they were just beginning. 

She had come down here wanting a new adventure possibly involving her daughter in a physical way. She had carried her fantasies with her on the train ride down from Connecticut and here in Manhattan's lower east side they had exploded into reality. A reality that was changing her life at the speed of light and from which there would never be any turning back from. 

It wasn't as if Katie and her had fallen into bed for a one time drunken exchange, it was far far deeper than that. They had discovered their mutual lust for each other and had dove into it head first taking no prisoners. She had essentially given her own daughter control of her sex life last night making Katie her mistress in name and spirit. She remembered how she had felt giving up control last night and it made her warm. She liked the idea that Katie would lead them into whatever debauchery she desired and she knew there would be plenty.

Katie even talked about getting her a collar like Naomi's young friend Trina was wearing last night. She wondered briefly what jack would ever do if she wore her Mistress's collar while at home. He would ask questions of course and she wondered what kind of story she could make up. She wished she could wear it openly but for that to happen he would have to know and accept her new life with Katie.

She found it funny how quickly she had started thinking of this as a new life, something separate and wild for her alone. She still loved Jack she just was bored with their married life and now she had probably gone too far to ever give up this new love she had found. She would do as Katie had told her, go home and fuck Jack wildly all week but she would be thinking of Katie most of the time when she did.

Trish handed her the cup and saw Katie stir at having had her hand removed from her mother's naked breast. She also felt Donna stirring and her eyes fluttered open sleepily and she said with a small smile, "Ohhhh yes...I guess you lost the bet huh as usual huh sis?"

Trish just smiled and nodded yes, Katie was referring to the agreement they shared for Sunday mornings. It had been decided long ago that whoever was the first one up would make the bagel and newspaper run. They would then get breakfast ready while the other person continued to sleep in. Of course as anyone could imagine 9 times out of 10 Trish was the one fetching the stuff. Katie hadn't spent a Saturday night alone since about two weeks after they first moved in to the apartment. So for many a Saturday night Katie would be fucking her partner till dawn long after Trish had left her voyeurs seat at Katie's bedside. 

Katie took the offered cup of coffee from her roommate and lifelong best friend and briefly took stock of the morning or instead afternoon as she looked over at the clock. It was 1:30 in the afternoon and she felt like she had been run over by a train the night before.

The fucking that she and Donna had given each other was the most intense raw sex she had ever experienced from both sides of the strap on. Her pussy still felt stretched and raw this morning but it was a good feeling certainly something she could get used to doing. In fact she fell asleep so satisfied last night that she surprised even herself in that she wasn't jumping on top of her mother and raping her first thing today. 

Instead she took a deep sip of the coffee and put the mug on the nightstand next to the bed. She reached over and hugged Donna as tight as a vise and gave her a small intimate kiss not one designed to get the motors running.

"Mom last night was sooooo amazing; I need to thank you for the best night of sex in my life. I know I have a lot of sex in my future but I think last night will be hard pressed to ever be topped." Katie gushed.

"Well honey if it ever is topped I hope I'm the one who is responsible for it. It was the same for me too sweetie, I've never cum as much or as hard as with you last night!" Donna said clearly reinforcing the permanence of their newly discovered lust for one another. 

"Well as an outsider let me tell the two of you...I felt like I should have had to pay to see a show like that last night. I watched the playback I got on video and made myself cum twice just from that. If you guys do anything that hot on your live stream next week you're gonna be a household name in porn before you know it. Does your husband ever watch porn online Donna?" Trish asked playfully not thinking that Jack ever does.

Donna quickly got a concerned look on her face and Katie picked up on it. Shit she thought to herself maybe we shouldn't do this.

"Oh shit he does, doesn't he mom? Do you know what kind of sites he goes to?" Katie asked with concern.

"Well...it seems like from what I've seen he goes to those free clip sites, the ones where you don't need an account. I have to admit I've checked a good number of them myself while he was working." Donna said sheepishly.

"What do you think mom, should we kill the streaming idea, I don't want dad to find out about us too soon. I mean I got us six months free time when I spoke to him, it would be nice to have some of that to ourselves before we have to tell him." Katie offered.

"Hey it should be safe if my friends set the site up properly, most streaming sites don't allow copying or downloads so it shouldn't be a problem." Trish added.

Donna smiled not seeming concerned at all, "You know what honey, Que sera sera, I'm not going to let any fear stop us from enjoying ourselves totally. I'm not holding anything back with you and I don't want you to hold anything back with me. Six months, six weeks or six days, it's something we will eventually have to deal with because I'm sure not planning on stopping what we started any time soon if ever!"

Both Trish and Katie heard the words and the commitment behind them, Donna pretty much telling her daughter that this was something she was always going to want available. Katie's heart soared too because she felt exactly the same way on the same issues. She knew her father was going to be a concern at some time but it didn't bother her or stop her from pursuing the things she wanted to share with her new lover.

"Wow, okay mom, you heard her Katie full speed ahead on the streaming site for next week. I know a good number of people that I'll be inviting all of whom we met together this weekend mommy. We have to try and give them a fuck like we had last night so they spread the word while we spread our legs for them!" Katie said with a giggle.

"Whatever you say Mistress, your wishes are my commands. I am here to please you in any way I possibly could! "Donna said slipping into her new role with her daughter. 

She was going to enjoy being her daughter's plaything but she was glad they quickly discussed the times they would each assume those roles. She didn't know much about even light domination games but she did know about safe words. She didn't think it would ever be necessary for her to need one with Katie but instead she thought they should have a sort of switch word. A word that Katie could use whenever she wanted Donna to slide into her submissive toy role.

"No mom, I'm not your mistress right now I'm just your daughter, a perverted daughter happy to be waking up naked next to her mommy but just your daughter. We'll work out the mistress thing but I promise you that you'll know when I want us to play that game. All other times we are equals, lovers and friends, mother and daughter. Is that okay with you Donna?" she asked using her mother's name. 

"Of course sweetheart, then if it's okay with you I would like to put my mommy hat back on for today," Donna said referring back to the little play on words they used on Friday. 

When they had planned on Donna visiting this weekend Katie had told her to leave her mommy hat at home inferring that she was coming down as Katie's friend. Of course they both had used that phrase as the jumping point to get their lust for each other out into the open. Donna had even gone as far as wearing a hat that Katie had given her that said 'World's greatest mom'. She had made a show of removing it as soon as she saw Katie.

"Oh really so you want me and Trish to play the reluctant little daughter's for a wicked perverted mommy today?" Katie teased. Even though her pussy was sore from the night before she could feel herself getting hot already. She just couldn't help it lying casually in bed naked with her gorgeous mom. 

Donna laughed loudly at that idea and felt her own pussy spasm at the naughty things they could do with that. 

"No honey, although we just might have to punish you later if you misbehave today and besides Trish is still off limits," she said with a big smile for her daughter's best friend.

"Wow I hope not for too much longer Donna, how sure are you my mom will want to..." Trish asked softly.

"Trust me sweetie, I think that by this time next week you will be well versed with how a pussy tastes. Let me tell you too, since this weekend was my first taste it's worth waiting for. I just don't think you know what you might be getting yourself into with Joanna. She gives the word cougar a serious meaning and I think she's gonna eat you alive and have you collared just like that little nymph Trina was last night," Donna teased the eager young woman. 

Like Katie Donna realized how alike she and Trish were, she could see the eagerness to submit on the young woman's face. She was sure that if Katie hadn't intervened last night with Stacie the waitress that Trish probably would have had her first pussy last night. She overheard Stacie talking to her while Katie had ravaged her in the restroom and she had caught the gist of their conversation. She had been telling Trish that both she and her mother were going to punish her for being such a naughty young girl and a bad puppy.

She had a look of lust and agreement on her face that Donna would probably see reflected in her own face if she looked in a mirror when Katie was commanding her. The puppy thing had been cute too and she was mildly surprised how willing Trish had been to play with the idea of being Stacie's pet last night. Oh yes Joanna would mold her daughter into a true sex doll if Donna was right and a totally obedient one at that.

"Oh god I can't wait, why is it only Sunday. I want Tuesday to get her now!!" Trish said wildly shaking her head and hair back and forth.

Both Donna and Katie laughed at Trish's display of desperation but they fully understood where she was coming from. Even though neither of them had acknowledged it before this weekend it turned out that both Katie and Donna had been walking around lusting for each other. They had both found out this weekend how hot they were for each other's bodies and it had exploded wildly. Now they could both see the same desperation in Trish's face and hear it in her voice.

"Well unfortunately young lady it is only Sunday. The real reason I'm putting my mom hat back on today is because I want to cook you girls a Sunday dinner like neither of you has had since you moved here. Of course it might be a little different because I want to cook it like I cooked for Katie's father when we were first married, wearing nothing but an apron!" Donna told them.

"Yippee!! Mom do we get to pick what you make! Do I get to eat your pussy as a snack while you make dinner?" Katie asked slipping easily back into little girl daughter mode.

"Well to answer your questions, no to the first one and yes to the second! You can't pick because I think I know what both of your favorites are since Trish spent enough Sundays having dinner with us. I'm gonna make Prosciutto and Provolone Stuffed Pork Chops, Roasted Red Potatoes and Peppers with steamed Broccoli Rabe. Of course you will have to limit the pussy eating so I can get it all done." Donna said proudly.

Both girls did a little jig of happiness because Donna was right, that dish was by far the favorite of both girls. Of course Katie's jig was a little happier because her mother was going to be her domestic goddess for the day cooking for her lover and leaving herself available to be taken all day long.

"You know girls I'm sad to say that the best food market I ever shopped at used to be over on Sixth avenue and Ninth Street and it was called Balducci's but it's gone now. Since it's been so long since I shopped down here do you know any top level markets?" Donna asked. She had no idea of how much fun Katie and Trish had cooking for each other and it almost always was on a Sunday. 

Katie had inherited her mother and father's liberal palate and desire to try new things all the time and Trish had adopted the same mind frame. So since both girls knew exactly what Donna was looking for they both shouted out in unison, "Dean and Deluca!" 

"Okay so Dean and Deluca it will be and since it's almost 2 in the afternoon I think we need to get moving. I thought I heard a promise of a bagel and lox didn't I?" Donna said while starting to get up.

Katie was excited and just a touch disappointed, "Mom! Don't you want to fool around a little before we go?"

Donna leaned over and took Katie in her arms for a full on good morning kiss that had them both breathing heavy when it broke. "Honey I guess some things never change, you always hated getting out of bed in the morning! Of course I want to fool around, I want to make love to you and fuck you and everything probably all the time but I want us to be a couple too. Couples don't fuck all day and night they do things together that make them a couple, so get your beautiful pussy and ass out of bed so we can go out and enjoy some of this spring afternoon in the city while we shop for dinner!" 

"Ooooo okay mommy, you're such a spoil sport. I waited 20 years to taste your pussy and now you're withholding it. Maybe I should switch back to Mistress role and make you eat me!" Katie said playfully.

"Nope sorry sweetie but I'm mom right now and mom says get your slutty pussy out of bed right now!" she said punctuating it with a sharp slap to Katie's left butt cheek. Katie let out a yelp and jumped out of bed sticking her tongue out at both Trish and Donna.

"Wow Donna I never realized how big a spoiled brat my best friend is!" Trish giggled.

Donna joined in with a laugh as Katie glared at both of them defiantly, "Honey you have no idea of the battles me and my new lover have had over the years trying to get her out of bed!"

"Okay okay, where's my damn bagel sis!" Katie asked pretending to be upset.

"In the kitchen where it always is when I beat you out of bed on Sundays, now I wonder how fair this whole thing has been! I mean if you hate getting up so much wasn't it kind of fixed?" Trish teased.

"Gee thanks mom, it looks like you just cost me my Sunday morning slave!" Katie playfully pouted.

"Well honey don't worry about that because for the next 6 months or more your Sunday mornings will be filled with me in your bed. I think that's a pretty fair trade off don't you think and maybe with a little planning you girls can even have the Sunday bagels and lox in the house before Sunday gets here!" Donna teased.

"Yeah I guess it is a fair trade, my mom's delicious pussy versus a Sunday slave," Katie said smiling.

"You know sweetie just a week ago I could never have imagined hearing those words coming out of your mouth. Now hearing those just makes me wet and gives me tingles all over." Donna said with a smile as she took Katie by the hand.

"Well even wilder than that mom was the idea that your sweet pussy would be cumming in my mouth and I hope it never ever stops," Katie added as they walked into the kitchen.

Thanks to Jack's generosity Katie and Trish were living in what could be considered a mansion by Manhattan apartment sizes. They had the rarest of things when it came to an apartment, an eat in kitchen. Not only did they have a dinette table but they had so much counter space that it would make some homeowners envious. Top that off with state of the stainless steel appliances and an actual cupboard for groceries and most gourmet chefs would love to trade places with them.

The living room was bigger than most one bedroom apartments in square footage and both Katie and Trish had bedrooms that could easily accommodate king size beds. In fact running through Katie's head right this very minute was just that idea.

When Steve and Joanna had visited while helping Trish move in Steve was flabbergasted by the size of the apartment and immediately offered to help pay Trish's way to make things right. Jack had vehemently refused his offer telling Steve that it was worth every penny to know their girls were safe and had each other for company. Since money wasn't an issue for either family Steve had graciously accepted and vowed that one day he would be equally as generous in some way for Katie.

As they sat and chatted comfortable in their own nudity all three women could almost feel the bond between them growing stronger. Even though Donna had reasserted herself as mom a while ago they all knew that it was now just an honorific title. They were all friends now and on a level that made Donnas' age difference a non issue. 

Even though she had not actually done anything yet beyond kissing and such with her best friend and her mom she felt a connection with the two of them that was very deep now. She had been present at the beginnings of a very special time in the two women's lives and felt honored they had felt okay sharing it with her. Now they were going to help her life change too by helping to facilitate her own incestuous fantasies.

So as the three friends chatted and devoured the delicious bagel and lox that Trish had prepared for them the talk led towards the rest of the day. They all decided that Donnas' plan was wonderful and the girls agreed that their mouths were already watering at the prospect of a Donna created Sunday dinner.

"Mom I think this should be the beginnings of a new tradition for us, I mean me and Trish almost always cooked together on Sundays but you should be a part of that now too!" Katie said happily.

"Yeah Donna, I miss coming to your house for dinner on Sundays, I mean you know how much I love my mom but cooking has never been her strong point" Trish added.




What to Do with Heavy Balls



I have a friend, an artist called R who I have desired since the first time I met her almost 10 years ago. She no longer lives in my city but through the magic of technology like Facebook, we have stayed in contact. While visiting her town, we met up and got to talking, then kissing for a minute... It surprised me. We kept up this flirtatious friendship past the visit and one day it changed. She confided in me that she was really turned on by the thought of BDSM and I told her I was to. We had both explored these ideas in our fantasy world but not in reality and so we started a fantasy BDSM relationship using the magic of technology. If you are reading this, you will know that it is fantasy written for her and about her but and she will read it and one day, she will experience this fantasy... I am sure. If it turns you on... let me know.

I write as I fantasize, I can see every detail in my minds eye. I can see you, smell you and feel you. I have edited this story only to correct my spelling... otherwise... it has just spilled from me... so easily and with so much joy I wonder why I did not write it sooner.

My balls are swollen. Heavy with cum, they are heavy from thoughts of you. Simply my thoughts of you have made my balls ache with cum. And this is what I have been thinking about...

I insert my index finger into your mouth and press the pad of my finger against the roof of your pallet. I control you in this way. I can pull you around the room, I can pull you to the ground on your knees. You remove my cock from my pants, pulling them down to just above my knees. My underwear are damp from pre-cum. My balls are swollen. with my index finger I lift your face upward and pull it close to me and rest my balls on your face. With my other hand I push my cock against the corner of your nose and slightly into the corner of your eye. You close your eyes and I lift my cock with my hand and slap it against your face. It is warm, almost hot and it is becoming more rigid. With my left hand I hold the back of your neck just at your hair line. I pull your face back and let my balls slide across your lips which are open and your tongue is searching to taste anything.

Your hands come up but I tell you to put them behind your back. You sit on them instead, knowing that temptation might get the best of you. I hold your head in one hand and my cock in the other. I stroke it and then slap you with it. Pre-cum drips from my cock and leaves a smear on your soft tan skin. You look at me and I can see you wondering, will this hurt? You move a hand to your cunt and I slap your face hard with my hand. It is not your turn, it is mine. You return to sitting on your hand but unconsciously you spread your legs in a vain chance to press your cunt against the floor or at least to spread it open.

I stroke my cock and look into your eyes. Holding your head firmly with my left hand and my cock with my right, I slap it against your lips, softly at first, then I move it around to your cheeks, your forehead. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue. I rest my balls, heavy in your mouth. You make them wet and I pull them up until I am covering your nose with my balls, my cock whipping your forehead. Your tongue finds my asshole and you try to pierce the opening to better taste me but I pull away. I look into your eyes and slap my cock against your lips until they start to swell. I stroke my cock and you open your mouth to stick out your tongue and protect your burning swollen lips. 

I tell you that I will beat your cunt like this next and then I cum. I cum on your tongue and the roof of your mouth before I miss and shoot cum on your upper lip and almost into your nose. I burry my still hard cock in your mouth, almost touch the back of your throat. You swallow and compress your throat to my now partially hard cock. I wipe the cum from your face with my index finger, pull my cock from your mouth and replace it with my finger. I pull you up from your knees and guide you against a nearby wall. Now it is your turn...