0 comments/ 11152 views/ 2 favorites An Apology By: Melody_lane A warm summer evening, sitting out on the porch, awaiting your arrival. Dinner, ready, being kept warm in the over. Growing impatient, as you are late, as usual. After, putting away the food, and blowing out the burned down candles, I settle onto the couch, angry, and await a good fight. When you come in, shortly after, you tell me very apologetically that you got held up. You walk over to me, and bend over to give a kiss, which I turn my head to. Then you know, yet another fight! I get up, walking away from you, to the kitchen, getting a drink. You come after me, giving further details of why you were late. I continue to ignore you, but listening, and forgiving you all the while. However, not wanting you to know how completely you have me, wrapped around your little finger. You come, and wrap your arms around me, whispering in my ear, that you're sorry, and it'll never happen again. I smile, and think to myself, 'yeah right.' I go to move away from you, again, and you hold onto me tighter. I try to say very seriously, to let me go, but can't help but to giggle a little. The grin that appears on your face, is one that can't help to express all the devilish thoughts coursing through your mind. I know it all to well, and a similar grin, surfaces on my own face. I press up against you, no doubt that you could feel my nipples stiffen through the thin material of my yellow sundress. I reach up, kissing your neck, my breath warm, and moist, as I whisper in your ear to feel underneath of my pretty dress. Your hand drops down from my back, firmly caressing my ass, as you pull up my dress, revealing, my bare bottom. I feel your cock stiffen, as you slide your hand between my legs, noticing my clean shaven pussy. I again whisper softly into your ear, how I had done it just for you. As you continue to feel my pussy, sliding your finger between my smooth lips, you kiss me -- long, deep, and passionately, pushing me up against the wall, while you do. You pull the dress over my head, and kiss down my warm flesh. Pausing, at my breasts, sucking on them, taking them between your teeth, and pulling; making them hard, before you move further down. You kiss down my stomach, and arrive at my pussy. Kissing that skin, sliding your tongue out and over it. Just hardly touching, then you gently slip your tongue between the moist lips. Your tongue moves to my clit, where you flick at it, before sucking it into your mouth, driving me wild. As you do this, I take my breasts in my hands, twisting the nipples, keeping them hard and upright for you. As you suck on my clit, your tongue darting at it, from inside your mouth, I feel your hand move up my thigh, and then feel your fingers slide into me. A shiver goes up my back, as I tighten, and cum. You take long licks, cleaning me up. You kiss back up the length of my body, and kiss me again, hard and deep. Exploring my mouth, and sharing my taste. I move my hands, to unzip your pants, wanting to get that nice long hard cock out of its constraints. I pull it out, carefully, sliding it along those wet lips, and then pushing it into me. You move your hands to my ass, and lift me up against the wall, as you slowly work your way, further into my tight young pussy. I put my head on your shoulder, gently biting down, and moaning softly in your ear. The air is chilling, and with each cool breeze goose bumps appear on my skin, intensifying each thrust. I grab onto your back, and wrap my legs around you, anticipating. I clench around you, inside and out, and scream for you to cum. I'm shaking, yes, convulsing, and moaning louder and louder, as I orgasm, wanting you to, yes, deep inside of me. My cunt contracting again and again on your cock, pumping it for its cum. You do, filling me up, and causing multiple orgasms. When you let go, I slowly melt to the floor, and say, 'you're forgiven.' Smiling, contentedly. An Apology Mark gently closed the door behind him, and set his keys down on the small table next to the door. He stretched his long, muscular body as he moved into the small apartment. His crystal blue eyes scanned the room as he hung his jacket in a closet next to the kitchen. As he moved across the spacious living room, he saw Helena emerge from the bathroom wrapped in a large fluffy towel. She stopped when her emerald eyes caught a glimpse of him and they quickly narrowed in anger. Mark sighed and watched as Helena stopped drying her long chocolate colored hair and came to rest her hands on her hips. “So you finally decided to come home at a decent hour?” Helena hissed, he voice dripping with sarcasm. Mark just shook his head and sighed. He started to walk towards her but Helena put her hand up to stop him. “Don’t you come anywhere near me.” “Helena I’m sorry. You know what my work is like. I have no choice in how long I have to work. It’s the military. They tell me what to do and when I can leave. You knew that when we got married.” Mark tried once again to get closer to her, but she moved away. “I thought that you would be home every night at a decent hour and that we would be able to spend some time together. That’s what you told me. So you lied. I hate you.” Helena turned towards the bedroom. She swung around to close the door but before she could Mark had his arms around her. Helena beat her fists against his chest, screaming and crying her anger and pain. After a while she calmed down, leaning against him as sobs overtook her. “I love you Helena. I’m sorry. I thought things would be different. And they will be. I promise you.” Helena brought her face up to look up at him. Her eyes were red and watery, emitting the look of utter pain. Mark held her closer wanting to end her pain. Helena just keep looking at Mark, as if attempting to read if what he said was true. “I love you, too. But how can I believe you?” Her voice was hoarse from her earlier screaming. Mark bent down and brushed his lips against hers. Then he took her lips more forcefully as he brought her closer to him, crushing her against him. He could smell her sweet scent, he breathed deeply of it. He dipped his tongue into her mouth, meeting hers in a sweet and sensual combat. Mark loosened his hold on her and, as he did, her towel fell to the floor. Her soft curves were illuminated by the moonlight streaming in from the window. Mark sucked in his breath at the sight of her. He could feel himself hardening. Helena moved towards him and began unbuttoning his shirt. Mark got impatient with the slow and sensual way Helena was taking off his clothes and quickly undressed himself. Helena moved into Mark’s arms, wrapping her own around his neck. Mark kissed her deeply sending shivers down her spine. Helena brought her mouth over to his ear and began to nibble and suck gently upon it while Mark kissed and licked her neck. Helena began to push Mark towards the bed as she licked down from his ear to his neck, licking every inch of skin she could. Mark groaned as Helena followed him down upon the bed. She continued licking him as she moved down his body unhurriedly. She licked down his chest, and continued on to his flat belly. She veered off to the left and continued down. She licked to the left of his manhood and then did the same to the right. Mark was completely erect at this point and he was attempting to pull her up when she brought her head up and smiled. “No, no Airmen. Your orders are to stay completely still.” Helena whispered huskily. Mark groaned his displeasure at having no control over what was to happen next. Helena moved back to her position over him. Mark watched as she licked her lips and brought them ever closer to his manhood. He could feel her hot breath on the tip and it took every ounce of control he had not to grab her head and bring it down upon him. Helena slowly began taking him into her mouth. She could hear Mark let out a sigh of pleasure that he had been holding in. She dipped her head down, taking him all the way into her mouth, and then began to rhythmically move her head up and down. Mark entwined his fingers into Helena’s silky hair, moaning and sighing as her head moved up and down. Mark stopped Helena and moved her to the bed, lying her down upon it. Mark grinned as he began to lick her as she had done him. Mark lingered at her luscious breasts, nipping and sucking at her extended nipples. Helena arched her back, wanting him to take more of her breasts into his warm, moist mouth. She protested as he moved his mouth down her stomach to the shaven mound of her womanhood. Mark gently opened her legs and settled himself between them. He began licking her legs at the knees working his way down her thigh to the outside of her moist center. Helena squirmed and moaned, aching for him to use his tongue on her the way she had on him. Her blood was on fire, pumping through her veins. Mark stopped just short of touching her where she ached to be touched and blew his hot breath on her. Helena moaned at the sensations this created and moved her hips towards him. Mark finally gave into her and licked her all the way up to her velvet button. She moaned out his name as his tongue began to savagely ravage her womanhood. Mark held her hips as he drove her higher and higher. Mark’s ears were filled with the moans and screams he was bringing forth from her. He could feel her tensing as he put more pressure on her with is tongue. Just before she thought she would explode, he stopped. Helena let out a scream of protest, but it quickly died as she accepted him into her arms and her body. Mark gently pushed himself into her warm, wet body, sliding all the way in. He waited a moment, letting them both savor the feeling of being joined. He could feel her tighten around him, squeezing him gently. Mark took in a ragged breath and began to move slowly inside her. Mark looked down at Helena, her eyes were misted over in their passion and her lips were swollen from his passionate kisses. He leaned down and kissed her, taking her moans. He released her lips and nuzzled at her neck. He began to thrust deeper and faster. Helena was moaning his name, telling him that he loved her, and he whispered it back into her ear. She was arching her back and thrusting her hips up to meet his, when he felt her tighten and then scream as the climax hit her. Mark felt himself rising higher and then felt the explosion hit him as he came inside of her. Mark collapsed down next to Helena, his breathing returning to normal. He slid his arm under her and pulled her up next to his warm body. Helena snuggled closer to him, throwing an arm and a leg on top of him. Mark watched as exhaustion overtook her. He gently ran his hand down the side of her face to her arm and then down her leg. He slid his fingers through her hair, memorizing every inch of her. He pulled her closer, and then drifted off to sleep. An Apology I raced up the drive twenty minutes late. You are stood, leaning in the door way. As I locked the car, I checked your body language - not saying much but you are not smiling. ''Jesus. Paul, I'm so sorry. Awful traffic!'' After planting an unreturned kiss on your lips I move to open the door. ''Don't tell me how sorry you are, Kirst. Show me!'' Your hand on my shoulder turns me to you. The neighbours are hundreds of yards away behind hedges and trees, but I still feel nervous as, looking into your eyes, I sink to my knees. In a moment you are unbuckled, unzipped; I peel down your trousers and shorts - as far as your spread legs will allow. Your hands rest at the back of my head, stroking through my hair. Your body heat envelopes my face as I lean into you, running my hands up your thighs and over your balls. With cold finger tips I trace patterns over the tightening skin. I tease your cock head with my tongue, protruding from open mouth. The hands behind my head firmly push my mouth down your shaft. At this stage I take your whole length easily, but very soo I have to back off or suffocate. You back away too...then RAMMMM your length into my throat. I can hear you groaning as you hold me, fucking my mouth at a harsh pace...for god knows how long. Sucking air in through my nose in short bursts, I feel dizzy, pinpricks of white light dance in front of my eyes. Suddenly you stop - your cock is blocking my throat - your hands tilt my head back. Tears make it difficult to focus...but I think you are smiling down at me. As you release me I fall on my hands, gasping for breath, forehead pressed to the stone flags. Hands stroke the back of my head, down my neck and lift my chin - you are knelt in front of me. Your thumbs wipe the tears from my cheeks. I sigh, ''Thank you, Paul,'' and slide my hands around the back of your thighs. Licking, nibbling and sometimes nipping I work up your inner thigh, turn my head and nestle my face into your balls. Running my wet tongue tip around you, I draw back slightly and blow on the saliva trails to make you wince. Something warm and wet falls on my cheek. Looking up at you, I use two fingers to smear your pre-cum over my lips, before sucking my fingers clean and licking my lips. On your ass, my hands pinch, pull, and part your cheeks to run a teasing finger down the crease. You are rocking your hips back and forth, helping me drive you through my grasping mouth. I twist my head as you dip into my throat, clenching at your cock head, twisting your foreskin over your glans. The only gentleness I offer is the soft, warm bed of my tongue, lapping around the ridge of your cock. Rubbing my thighs together, I roll my clit in it's swollen hood. Oh, GOD!...gotta stop that! I'm too close to coming, and that would make my apology insincere. I part my legs - the cold night air immediately chills the sodden thong pulling between my labia. I run the finger tips of one hand around your balls, they quiver and tighten. My intention is not wholly to thrill, I am wetting my fingers with the saliva that has dribbled down your shaft and now coats your balls. With two hands back at your arse, I lightly run my sticky fingers up and down your crease - applying more pressure as they glide over your pucker. I time my next stroke...as you thrust down my throat I dip a finger tip into your hole. I press three times into you then pull out to rim your pucker. Your cock is jumping in my mouth. The muscles at the hilt spasm, working your boiling seed from your hard sac. As you fuck my throat I moan over your cock, sending the vibrations through your flesh. The finger tip at your asshole pushes in and in, not stopping until the second knuckle rests in your tight hole. ''I know it might sting a bit, Paul, but it'll be all the more intense,'' I say quickly, before diving back at you. ''AH...FUCK!'' The first explosion of cum shoots cleanly down my throat. As you pull your cock back, I take a deep breath - it might be my last for a while. You do not make it to the back of my throat before the second shot floods my mouth. The rich salty cum is forced over my lips as I fight to swallow the third shot coursing down my throat. On and on you frantically fuck my mouth. I can not keep up with you. I hang on with my hands and mouth, swallowing when I can, but warmth spreading over the front of my blouse tells me your cock is forcing a great deal of cum out of my mouth and down my chin... I do not remember you stopping, only you pulling my arms from your sides. My mouth was empty, but three of my senses - taste, touch and smell - are saturated with you. An Apology She lay without moving. Her eyes did not flutter as she feigned sleep, listening to his breathing, waiting for him to drift off to sleep beside her. They had had an argument, and she knew she was wrong, but how to make it up to him was the question. An idea surfaced in her mind, would it work though...Wait a little longer, she thought, His breathing slows once he is completely asleep. Finally satisfied that he was indeed deep asleep, she slowly removed her pajamas under the covers, barely daring to breathe lest she wake him too soon. Once her body was nude and could feel the soft sheets against her breasts and thighs, again slowly, she slid down completely under the covers and deftly removed his only covering of loose fitting silk pants. In the dark, she used her hands and fingertips and began exploring his body by touch. She could feel herself becoming excited at his smell; her heart beating and heavy breathing was the only sound in the darkness. Finding his sex in the dark, she leaned in gently licking the head, softly kissing it, ears straining for any sound of his awakening. He responded to her touch, even though he was still asleep, and she could feel the blood pulsing beneath her hand as he hardened and stood erect for her. Smiling slightly with a lustful gleam, she settled on her knees between his legs and took him in her mouth. She circled the fingers of her right hand around the continued licking and kissing, stroking him up and down in a steady rhythm. He shifted in his sleep, but she didn't stop. Aroused by his quick response and knowing he was still asleep while she began to suck his cock, she slid her left hand down her neck, over her delicate collarbones, caressing first her right then left breast, massaging them with her hands, twisting the nipples as they hardened. Moving her mouth on his shaft, she moved her right hand to his balls; gently squeezing them and bringing them close up to his base, holding them there. Her left hand moved from her breasts, down her stomach, between her legs till the tips of her fingers were brushing the top of the heart design shaved onto her pussy. Her desire for him increasing with every breath and movement, she continued pleasuring him, sucking him into her, throating him, kissing at every chance. Her left hand began to move of its own accord, rubbing her clit with her middle finger as she stroked the smooth lips with her index and ring fingers. She became moist, and then wet under this attention, poising her middle finger at the entrance into her pussy, moaning quietly with him filling her entire mouth with his cock. She put her finger inside, rubbing the upper wall as her thumb continued stroking her clit, making her body react with slight twitches as she registered the pleasure. Unable to resist any longer, she ceased sucking him, and still fingering herself, making her pussy as wet as possible, she threw back the covers and moved up until she was straddling his prone sleeping form. Placing him against her pussy, she prepared for his entrance, and holding him in place, slid her pussy down his shaft until he was deep inside of her. She gasped as he penetrated her, and closing her eyes grabbed both nipples and began to twist them, making them even harder. She began to move her hips, up, down, front, back, making light and sweet sounds as she felt him inside of her. On the third repetition of her motion, he awoke with a start and a pleasant surprise awaiting him, her body moving on top of him, her pale skin glowing in the surrounding darkness. Realizing he was finally awake, she stammered, "Please, Sir, forgive me, I was wrong! Please, forgive me!" in between gasps, still riding his hard cock. For an answer, he reached up and grabbed her tits hard and pushing himself up into her roughly as she came down, and she shrieked with pleasure from the sudden deep penetration. He pulled her closer down on top of him, still thrusting in and out of her pussy, and taking each nipple in his mouth, nibbling and twisting as her hair draped across him while she sighed her delight into his ear, kissing on his neck. Feeling his climax near, he sat up with her against him and she wrapped her legs around his waist, shifting her hips to bring him in and out, he moved his position again, laying her with her head hanging off the edge of the bed, her legs still around him. He grabbed her hips, and kneeling, pushed himself into her, hard and fast. She tightened her pussy around him, her small noises growing louder until her body stiffened and she gave a loud gasping moan. Feeling and hearing her climax sent him over the edge and he poured himself into her, a deep animalistic growl issuing from his chest from the immense gratification of his orgasm. Exhausted, he lay down on top of her, the two still entwined in gentle embrace, with him still inside her. Holding her close to him with her head up against his shoulder he whispered in her ear, "Apology accepted, my love." An Apology We had been talking normally in the kitchen when I noticed the change. I knew he wasn't really mad at me but he would be perfectly fine redirecting it. He's always been this way, just a subtle shift, and I knew enough to leave him be. His eyes grew colder and I swear he was looking through me. My gaze dropped as he talked because I couldn't bear the intensity. He knew what he was doing. He always knows. I trust him completely but some days it's a struggle not to walk little faster when he watches me walk across a room. As he stepped towards me, I automatically looked behind. I wanted to run away and he knew it. The snicker I heard told me I was in trouble. I started to stammer an apology but he smiled and asked me what for. I didn't know what I was sorry for but I was sure I was. I had the feeling that even if I wasn't sorry then I would be soon. I repeated that I was sorry and would do anything he asked. I was well aware that I was grovelling but I felt so small. Laughing, he grabbed my arm and said he wanted to teach me a lesson. I tried to pull away, out of instinct, but his grip was too tight. He dragged me across the room, ranting about how I need to learn my place. Panic welled up in me as he sat down and dragged me across his lap. His arm crossed my back so I couldn't move as he brought his hand down on my bottom. His slaps alternated on each cheek and the blues stated to get harder. Thankfully, I was wearing jeans and they dampened the pain as the blows started coming harder. I whimpered and tried to squirm as it became unbearable. He reassured me that it would be over soon and that I could handle a little more. I took a deep breaths and bite my lip to stop from crying out. His blows ceased as he gently massaged my bottom. Slowly caressing each cheek, the sting turned to warmth. He released me and told me to stand up. I stood and I glanced up at him. He looked like an animal toying with his prey. It felt like an eternity as I stood there waiting to find it what was next. Staring at the floor, I fidgeted nervously. He told me to look at him and remove my clothes. I held my breath as I raised my eyes and started removing my clothes. I moved slowly to try and prepare for whatever was next. My body tensed up as he stood and walked around me. He touched me occasionally and made comments as he inspected me. I struggled to listen as I thought about running away. He stopped behind me and ran his hands down my arms. I relaxed at the softness in his touch. He told me to get on my knees as he walked around me. He removed his clothes as he stood in front of me. I reached up and started to gently stroke his manhood. I held it as my other hand cupped and massaged his scrotum. I ran my tongue from the base to the tip and circled it before taking the head in my mouth. I sucked lightly as I moved it deeper into my mouth. I tightened my lips allowing them to stroke his penis as the shaft moved in and out. After a couple of strokes, I continued with my hand as I licked his sac by taking one ball in my mouth at a time and rolling it around with my tongue.My hand and mouth switched positions as I went back his shaft. As I wrapped my lips around the tip, he put his hands on the back of my neck. He pushed his cock into my mouth as he began to fuck my face. He drove it deeper and deeper as I relaxed my jaw allowing him more access as the tip reached my throat. He pulled out of my mouth completely before driving back in, his balls touching my chin. I gagged at the swift change but swallowed so I could adapt. He held it there for longer than I expected and it became difficult to breathe. He slowly withdrew and I was able to catch my breathe again. He went back to fucking my face with a steady pace. He varied his strokes as they became faster and harder. I could feel his cock start to throb as he drove his head back into my throat. He pulled it out a bit and I took as deep of breathe as I could before he pushed it back in. I swallowed as his head pushed into my throat allowing it to go deeper. This time he just held it there as his cock spurted his seed down my throat. He let go of my head and I softly lapped at his cock to make sure it was clean. I sucked gently on the tip as it softened. I sat kneeling as I looked up at him. He smiled and asked me if I had learned my place yet. I took the hand he held out to me and answered wherever he wanted me. He hugged me firmly as he sat down taking me into his lap. An Apology "Well, Miss Tracy, I think that about it," said the Principal. "So once again, welcome to Lawndale. Oh, there is one last thing, and please don't take this as a criticism. You might like to consider dressing a bit more severely for the classes you take. The way you are now you could easily be mistaken for one of the students. You might like to consider that. Are there any other things you'd like more information on?" I had to admit that the old boy probably had a point with the clothes. A couple of the older students had already assumed that I was just a new girl and not a new teacher. One of the boys had actually been hitting on me. Maybe wear my hair in a bun and put on some heavy rimmed glasses. Anyway, what more did I need to know. I ran through the questions I'd asked, mentally checking them off. Oh, yes, that one was outstanding. "I understand what you're saying about my clothes sir and I admit you have a point. I'll be doing something about that. There was one last point I'd like clarified. I noticed that Lawndale still uses corporal punishment. Exactly what is entailed in that?" "Well, that is only reserved for the most recalcitrant students," said the Principal. "It's a rare occurrence. Students who are deemed to require it are sent to see Sam Ogilvie, our PE instructor. He handles the actual punishment. You might like to stop by his office before you go to the staffroom. I'm sure he can explain it a lot better than I can. You'll find his office down at the gymnastics hall. He should be available right now as I don't think he's got a current class." So, departing the Principal's office, I headed off towards the gymnasium. Not many schools still used corporal punishment and so I thought I'd better get more details about it. I found Sam Ogilvie's office, knocked, and entered when he yelled. My first impression was that he was a big brute, all healthy muscles and fit as can be. I supposed he had to be fit to be a PE instructor. He'd stood up when I came in and I could appreciate what was quite a hunk of male. I could see that Lawndale might have some attractions I hadn't expected. "Mr Ogilvie?" I asked, and when he nodded I continued. "I'm Marie Tracy. I'm new here. The Principal sent me here. He said you handle all corporal punishment at Lawndale." Before I could continue to ask exactly what it entailed, things went a little screwy. Sam muttered what sounded like "There's always one" and took a step towards me. Next thing I knew he was sitting down on the visitors chair and I was falling forward across his lap. Would you believe the son-of-a-bitch flicked my dress up, panties down, and landed a solid spank on my bottom before I could get another word out? I squealed in shock and pain. Who wouldn't? That monster had big hands and my bottom hurt. What was worse, he kept on spanking. He must have got in half a dozen solid spanks on my poor bare bottom before I could stop squealing and wriggling and get a coherent sentence together. "Will you stop that, you great moron," I shrieked. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sam paused for a moment, leaving his hand resting on my bottom, damn him. "I'm giving you the corporal punishment the Principal sent you for," he calmly told me. "What did you think corporal punishment would be? A slap on the hand?" "I'm a new teacher, you maniac," I snarled. "I was sent to have you explain what corporal punishment involved at Lawndale. Since you're the one who deals with it, the Principal said you'd be in the best position to explain." "Then why didn't you say that immediately," growled Sam, "instead of starting up by saying the Principal sent you for corporal punishment? You look like one of the students. What else was I supposed to think?" "You didn't give me chance to explain," I pointed out. "You just grabbed me and started spanking. Now would you mind letting me up?" "Hmm. I think I would," said Sam. I blinked. He would what? "What?" "I would mind letting you up. Seeing you're already bent over my knee with your bottom nice and bare, and only slightly flushed, it seems to me to be quite reasonable to finish the job. Then you'll know precisely how we handle corporal punishment at Lawndale." He had to be fucking kidding me. He wasn't. His hand came down hard on my bottom again, and I squealed again. And he didn't stop at just the one extra spank. He just went right ahead and spanked me, pounding my poor little tush to mush. All my squeals and wriggling and protesting were just ignored while his great ham of a hand landed on my bottom again and again. When he finally called it a day my bottom felt well and truly blistered, and I probably had tears on my cheeks. I couldn't believe what that awful man had just done. Then he started yacking at me. He sat there, me still across his lap, his hand rubbing lightly back and forth across my bottom and decided to explain things. "Now you know what any of the girls you send for corporal punishment will get," he said, "so think carefully before you decide to invoke it. You will note, however, that there was nothing sexual about the spanking. When I spanked you, the only part affected were your cheeks, covering this area." I could feel him running a finger around my bottom, marking his target area. I just wanted his hand off me. "You will find that I am very careful, when dealing with the girls, not to let my hand slip down to this area. They might get the wrong idea if I did." I'll say. His hand slipped between my legs to mark the no-go area, and I'd just as soon he'd kept his hand off my pussy as well. And how come I'd let my legs drift apart to give him access? Careless of me. And if I tried to close them now I'd just be pressing his hand hard against me. "Will you please move your hand away from there?" I asked with great restraint. I really wanted to scream at him to shift it. "In a moment," Sam said affably. "I'm just finishing explaining. As you know this entire area is very sensitive, and if I accidentally spanked the girls here they could get aroused. Observe." Before I could wonder what observe meant, Sam took his hand away from my pussy, thank you god, and then started lightly spanking it. What the hell? I started squealing and writhing again, yelling at him to stop. It wasn't that he was hurting, the spanks being much to light for that, but it was definitely arousing and he knew it. To my relief, he did stop, and helped me back onto my feet. I was about to reach down to pull my panties up, before trying to slap his head off, but he moved first. Not to pull my panties up, however. Not this guy. He lifted my dress up and tucked the hem into the waistband, leaving my mound on full display. The gall of the man just had no end. I was reaching for my dress to pull it back down when Sam spoke, calmly telling me to leave my dress alone. I must have looked as incredulous as I felt, because he deigned to explain to me. "I feel I need to apologise for my mistake," he told me. "You seemed to me to be the type of woman who would appreciate seeing the apology being made." I wasn't left wondering what the hell he meant. Even before he finished talking he was undoing his trousers and dropping them so that his 'apology' stood out. It seemed he wanted to make a very sincere apology indeed. I couldn't believe this was happening. Men just don't do this sort of thing. I tried to back away from him, only to find the desk behind me. Sam hooked a toe against my ankle, making me move my legs further apart. Then he was standing even closer to me and, looking down, I could see his erection staring to press against my slit. "You can't do this," I protested, not really believing it, because it was obvious that he not only could but would. To make me even angrier he took my hand and pressed it against him where he was pressing against me. Then he just looked at me expectantly. I looked back blankly and he just smiled and waited. He wasn't trying to force his way into me or anything. He was just standing there. It slowly dawned on me. He wanted me to move my lips apart and let him in. He expected me to help him make his 'apology'. I was still glaring at him when I felt him sliding past my fingers and into me. Looking down I was truly aghast to see that my fingers had spread, opening my lips and giving Sam the access he wanted. I did not want this and yet I was helping him do it. All I could do now was watch as his erection unhurriedly made its way inside me. And feel, of course. It felt just as big as it looked. It seemed Sam wanted to make a huge apology. It certainly felt that way. Sam's erection was certainly holding my attention. I could feel it filling me, taking me over. Any incidental pain in my bottom was fading away, being replaced by this replete feeling as Sam pushed all the way home. No doubt the smarting would come back later, but how could I think about that when I was much more aware of the new sensations now taking place. With Sam fully inside me I turned my eyes back to his face. I wanted to tell him to stop, that this was rape, that I didn't want this, but I just looked at his smiling face and didn't say a word. I just started rocking along with him as he started pumping. Sam took his time, slowly building up his rhythm, and my body joyfully responded, forgetting his brutal assault on my bottom and just riding along with this far more pleasant assault. We just seemed to go on and on. The spanking seemed to last for ages while it was happening, but it now seemed just a momentary thing compared to the way this gentle ravishment went on. There was no hurry. No frantic rush to completion. Just Sam slowly taking his time and letting me know why my body was created. Sam would thrust his erection deep into me, and I could feel it filling me, mastering me, bringing me pleasure. Then it would withdraw while I clung to it, only to have it come surging back, increasing the pleasure with each thrust. Oddly enough, Sam's erection and my mound were the only contact between us. My arms were stretched behind me, supporting my weight against the desk, while Sam's arms were resting on the desk on either side of me. He would thrust in until out loins came together, and I could feel his rough hair tickling my mons, and then he'd be gone again, only to return with another vigorous thrust. This was, I think, the only time I'd ever made love with no additional touching. It was weird, and awfully erotic. I was breathing hard, trying not to scream as Sam drove in. Somehow or other we had increased out tempo. Although it felt as though we were still moving slowly I found that Sam was actually banging into me hard and fast, and I was pushing back against him just as hard. I was gasping as the tension inside me tightened, feeling as though I was being drawn along a fine wire, all my nerves stretching and every little movement was plucking at them, making them sing. Then I was singing, or screaming anyway, jamming my hand against my mouth to muffle the sound as Sam climaxed and I felt hot liquid splashing deep inside me, pushing me over the edge so all those shredded nerves twanged at once, and I screamed into my climax. When I recovered I found that Sam was dressed and my panties and dress were in place. (That didn't mean that I didn't feel a lot of stickiness in that general area. A bathroom call was a must.) "I hope my apology was sufficient," Sam murmured. "If not I'm always available to give another." Yes, I'll just bet you are. I wondered how many older students had found him apologising after getting spanked. I promptly resolved never to direct any of my students to his tender mercies. He didn't have any. I just gave him a speaking look and got the hell out of there before he decided he wanted seconds. An Apology I was folding the laundry when my master called me into his office. He sat at his desk with a hard look on his face. His personal assistant, Jill, sat on a corner of the desk in a short pencil skirt and half unbuttoned blouse, her long, perfect legs crossed at the knee and her blonde hair up in a bun. "Anabelle," he began. "I am disappointed in you." My heart sank and I dropped my gaze to the floor. "Do you know why I am disappointed in you?" I thought furiously. I hadn't served him any food cold or overdone for some time. I had kept the house clean. I hadn't balked at any of his commands. There had to be something. I nervously smoothed my hands over my skirt. Today it had pleased my master to dress me as a schoolgirl in a short, plaid, pleated skirt, white stockings with shiny black shoes, a short sleeved button up shirt, and pigtails. My master loved me in pigtails. I finally had to admit defeat and shook my head. "I don't know, Sir." "Look at me when I'm speaking to you," he snapped, and I raised my gaze but didn't meet his eyes. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since you wrote a story?" he questioned sternly. That took me by surprise. "I- I..." "Jill, how long has it been?" She consulted her notepad. "Almost nine months, Sir," she told him. "Nine months, Anabelle. Nine months! That is unacceptable!" "I- I'm sorry, Sir. I'll get started on one right away..." "That will not do," he interrupted me. "Don't think you can just apologize and go on your merry way. No, you have to be punished for this." "Y-yes, Sir. Of course." "Come here." He patted his leg. I approached him and stood somewhat uncertainly. Then he suddenly turned me over his knee, flipping me upside down so fast that I lost my breath. He flipped up the back of my skirt and smoothed a hand over my exposed bottom. "Now, you know why I'm going to do this?" I nodded. "Tell me." "Because I haven't written for nine months," I replied. "Because you've been lazy!" He punctuated the last word with a sharp spank. I gasped, then nodded. "I've been lazy. I'm sorry, Sir. I've been lazy and haven't written and I deserve punishment." "You do deserve punishment," he agreed. "You deserve to be spanked." Another strike. I jerked. "Yes. Yes, I need to be spanked." He did not speak again. Instead, he began spanking in earnest. Five, six, seven, left side, right side, twelve, thirteen. I lost count as the blows fell. I clutched at his leg, biting back cries of pain. When he stopped, I found that I had been holding my breath. I let it out in a rush as the pain subsided into a warm burning spreading across both cheeks. He pulled me up to sit properly on his lap, and I grabbed at his shoulder to steady myself, a bit lightheaded from dangling upside down. "Now, have you learned your lesson?" My master looked me in the eye. I nodded. "Yes, Sir. I will not be lazy. I will write you a story." He nodded. "Now I'm a fair man. I believe in a little sweetness after punishment." He lifted me to sit on the edge of his desk, the cool wood like a balm on my reddened flesh. He stood and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. I felt a gentle tug on my shoulders and glanced back to see Jill pulling me back to lean against her ample chest. She unbuttoned my shirt and slid a pale hand in to caress my breasts while my master lifted my skirt, pulled aside my panties, and entered smoothly. I sucked in a breath as he filled me. I closed my eyes and relaxed, feeling Jill's soft touches on my breasts, her fingers toying with my nipples. I felt her sweet breath on my face and gentle kisses on my brow. My master gripped my thighs, reaching up a hand to run it over my belly as he thrust into me. The motion on the desk made my sore backside sting again, but that only served to heighten the pleasure. It wasn't long before my master was pumping hard, panting and digging his fingers into my legs. I opened my eyes to look at him, the intense look on his face, his dark hair falling across his eyes, the powerful motion of his muscles as he took me. I gasped in surprise and pleasure as I suddenly tipped over the edge of ecstasy, wrapping my legs around him. He was close on my heels, plunging into me one last time with a long sigh, his eyes closed, face upturned. I lay on the desk catching my breath while he cleaned up with a tissue Jill handed him and pulled his pants back up. As he fastened his belt, he gave me a pointed look. "Well? Don't you have some writing to do?" I jumped up off the desk. "Yes, Sir. Right away," I told him and slipped out the door. An Apology in the Morning Ed Friar wasn't surprised to discover his son Nicholas waiting outside the front door of his flat when he got home from work -- Nick had arranged weeks before to stay that night, as he was going to a party near where his father lived -- and nor was he surprised to find that Nicholas had a girl with him -- Nick had said something about that in advance, too. What left Ed bemused was that the first thing he saw of either of the two visitors was the girl's nearly naked bottom. It was, Ed reflected as he climbed the stairs, a very nice bottom, and in many ways it was the most attractive sight which Ed had come home to in many months. It was just unexpected. Nick and the girl were embracing, too wrapped up in each other to notice Ed's arrival at first, and Nick had his hands fondling the girl's hips, unintentionally pulling her short skirt up so as to expose her to the gaze of anyone coming up those stairs. The fact that she was wearing a lacy thong so skimpy that it couldn't be said to cover her buttocks in any meaningful sense was, Ed had to admit to himself, a bonus. Still, he felt obliged to cough as he reached the top of the stairs, and the pair broke apart with unselfconscious smiles; Ed guessed that they hadn't realised how much he'd seen. Nick introduced his friend as Louise while Ed found his keys, and Ed apologised for his lateness as they entered the flat. Nick accepted in his usual chilly manner; Louise was actually much more charming about things. She was definitely attractive, Ed decided, slim, with coffee-coloured skin and hair a mass of short curls, and she smiled a lot at Ed, which he couldn't help enjoying. Ed had shown the couple to his spare room, where he noticed something indefinably odd in their reactions to what he said about their using it. Then, Louise announced that she'd travelled a long way, and asked if she could use the shower. While she was doing so, Ed took Nicholas to the kitchen for a cup of tea. "So," Nicholas said, "what are the rules?" "Pardon?" Ed was bemused. "The rules -- your ground rules for your house." "Oh good lord. Nothing like that. You're my son and my guest -- the place is yours." Nicholas looked startled for a moment, then actually smiled. "Okay, yes, you're not like Mum." Ed laughed, understanding. "Oh, no," he said. "She's the sort for ground rules in her house, I suppose." "She is." Nick looked at his tea. "In by midnight, don't disturb her, girlfriends to sleep on the sofa..." "Oh, but I hope that you'd take the sofa and let Louise have your bed." " I would, but Mum made it clear that her beloved son got the proper bed, and any visiting girl would take the sofa and be grateful. And it wasn't just Louise, by the way; I think it was Mum and her rules drove at least one of the others off." "There've been others, then..." Ed bit his tongue; relations with Nicholas could be difficult enough, without seeming to pry. But Nicholas found his own sort of retaliation. "A few," he said. "How about you?" "Pardon?" " I assume that you have a romantic life." Ed laughed. "I'm a fifty-two-year-old man living alone in a small flat and working long hours to pay off the mortgage on your mother's house. Not very romantic, I'm afraid." "Well, you managed to play around when you were with Mum." "According to her, I take it. There are two sides to every story, you know." Nicholas stared at his father. "Really? So what is yours?" Suddenly, Ed tired of his months of effort not exposing his son to the details of his divorce. Nicholas was an adult, who could stand a bit of truth, and it was clear that his mother had been quick enough to put her own slant on the business when she got the chance. "It was simple enough," he said, "believe it or not -- and I know it's an old line -- we drifted apart. Truth is, we hadn't had sex for nearly a year -- but that's not the point. It was just a symptom. Anyway, I got friendly with Kate Jones..." "Kate Jones? " "Yes, she was an old friend. I know you found her dull, but she was unhappy, and we ended up spending time together. Then your mother found out..." "...And chucked you out for screwing Kate Jones." " I wasn't screwing Kate, as you so charmingly put it, and I don't want anyone thinking that I was. Her husband was in hospital, and she needed moral support. We might have been tempted, I suppose, but Ian Jones is an old friend and I wouldn't have betrayed him like that, and I don't believe that Kate would either." Nicholas stared at his father. "So you're saying that Mum threw you out for having a non-affair with Kate Jones?" "Yes. Believe it or not as you choose." Nicholas stared a moment more, then reached out a hand to pat his father's shoulder. "You know," he said, "I do believe it. It all fits. Which means that I owe you a hell of an apology..." But then, Louise returned, changed into another skirt no longer than her first, and accepted the offer of tea -- and by the time the social niceties had been observed, it was time for the young couple to head out to the party, with Ed's spare door key in Nicholas' pocket. After which, Ed made himself dinner and retired to bed with a good book. It was well after two in the morning that he was woken by the sound of the door being clumsily unlocked and opened; he was unable to resist a glance at a bedside clock. There seemed to be a positive stampede of footsteps heading into the spare room, accompanied by some low voices and a couple of theatrical shushing noises as somebody presumably remembered Ed's presence in the house. Then everything went quiet for a moment, and Ed smiled and turned over, preparing to go back to sleep. Then more sounds began. First voices, male and female, then creaking as weights moved on the spare bed -- and then loud moans, and gasps. For a while, Ed lay frozen, startled though not unhappy; clearly, Nick's sex life was going just fine at this immediate moment. The noises, though, were persistent and pressing; Ed decided that Louise couldn't need to breath in very much, as the feminine moaning was more or less continuous, occasionally punctuated by deeper notes which suggested that Nick was also enjoying himself to the full. Nothing you can say, Ed told himself, and What're you going to do -- interrupt them? Well, it was a Friday; he'd just have to catch up on any missed sleep over the weekend, and be happy for his son. But now he was wide awake, and his fully conscious mind was telling him that he needed to empty his bladder. So he slipped out of bed. He was wearing just pyjama trousers, and he thought of grabbing a dressing gown, but it was a warm night, and he didn't expect to meet anyone on the way to the bathroom -- Nick and Louise sounded totally preoccupied -- so he slipped down the hallway, past the spare room, towards the bathroom. The spare room door was ajar -- almost open. Ed just smiled at that; evidently, Nick and Louise had arrived with far too much on their minds, and that door did have a tendency to drift. Still a little muzzy from sleep, Ed didn't consider angles of view, and didn't think to restrain himself from glancing in as he passed the room. And then he froze. The room was illuminated through its thin curtains by a street light outside, and Ed saw Louise at once. She was naked and kneeling upright, and Ed's brain registered with interest that her nipples were large and dark; her eyes were shut in ecstasy, presumably because, as she knelt over Nick's face, his mouth was working assiduously at her groin. But the two weren't alone in the room, and Ed decided he could now understand the volume of female speech he'd heard, and for that matter the intensity of Nick's cries of pleasure. There was another woman, also naked, also kneeling, facing Louise; from where he stood stunned, Ed could see his son's balls, and it was clear that Nicholas' cock was deep inside the girl, who was rocking back and forth, her hands on Louise's thighs as she concentrated on the act of sex. Then Louise opened her eyes, and her gaze locked with Ed's. His instinct was to look away in embarrassment, to leave the trio to their fun -- but he was still paralysed by the unexpected sight and by fascination at something so far beyond his experience. Nor did Louise look angry; startled at first, and then amused, she continued to move slowly, gently rotating her crotch over Nicholas' mouth as he worked on her. Then Louise leaned forward, and the other girl raised her head. The two kissed, full on the mouth, for long seconds. When they broke apart, Louise whispered something in the other girl's ear. The other girl looked around at Ed. He was expecting her to look annoyed, but instead, she smiled broadly. Something about that broke the spell. He fled to the bathroom. Behind him, the sounds of enthusiastic fucking continued. When he'd finished peeing, Ed threw cold water in his own face and stared into his small shaving mirror for a full minute. The problem was, he'd have to pass that open door again on the way back to his room. Eventually, he resolved simply to keep his gaze fixed forward, showing no reaction to anything he glimpsed. As it turned out, what he glimpsed was slightly less dramatic -- mostly the second girl's back and bottom. She was standing behind Nicholas, gently massaging his shoulders, as he knelt between Louise's thighs. Louise was lying back on the bed... Ed walked briskly on. The noises of sex became a little less intrusive after that, and eventually, Ed drifted off to sleep. The next morning, Ed was lying in bed as the morning sun flooded through its own curtains. Despite having slept for a while, he'd had a restless time since he'd seen ... what he'd seen; he was inevitably turned on by the sight and sound of two attractive young women naked and fucking, but also confused and rendered unable to deal with this in any sensible way -- even simple masturbation -- by the fact that it was his own son he'd seen involved in the threesome. He was just deciding to put it all in the back of his mind, to treat it as an exciting but disturbing dream, when there was a knock at the bedroom door. "Come in" he called, expecting to see his son, but it wasn't Nick who entered. Rather, it was Louise, now wearing a long t-shirt as a nightdress of sorts -- followed by the other girl. In the clear morning light, Ed could see that she was a pale-skinned redhead, with straight shoulder-length hair; she was wearing what was presumably her party costume from the night before, a glittery gold top and tight blue satin trousers, and carrying a large black purse. Both the girls were looking quite theatrically contrite, Ed noticed. "Ah -- sorry" he said, realising that he was sitting up in a crumpled bed, bare-chested as well as bleary-eyed. "No, really -- no, don't apologise." Louise replied. "Actually, we've come to apologise to you." "To me?" Ed was feeling slow, but he was also feeling too guilty to take this in. "For disturbing you last night. We were drunk and we got carried away, and we must have been making a hell of a racket in there." "No -- no, really." Ed smiled tentatively. "You're guests. Any friend of Nicholas is welcome... Anyway, I'm the one who should be apologising." "What, for looking through a door that we left open? Don't be daft." It was the second girl who'd spoken. "That was our bloody fault. And it's not like we let it stop us." "This is Gina" Louise announced, evidently realising that introductions had been missed, and Gina dropped a slightly sarcastic curtsy. "Gina, this is Ed, Nick's dad." Ed made a vague hand gesture, unsure of the etiquette when being introduced to someone who one had first seen as the naked recipient of one's son's rampant erection. There was a brief, tense silence, which Ed broke. "Where is Nick, by the way?" he asked, trying to distract himself from the frankly too-pleasing sight of Louise's naked thighs and Gina's satin-clad legs. "We told him to fix some breakfast" Louise replied, "but actually, I think he's gone back to sleep." "I think he was worn out" said Gina artlessly. "I'm not surprised" Ed blurted, and then almost bit his tongue in half. But the two girls looked at him and then each other, and then folded up laughing, causing Louise to flash more of the buttock that Ed had admired at first sight the previous evening. "You're right, you're right" said Gina. "I mean, he's a nice lad, and he does his best, but -- eyes bigger than his stomach, like they say." "Stomach?" Ed said, which induced more laughter. Ed discovered that he could still blush like a teenager. "Now, now" said Louise, evidently inclined to talk and perching on the edge of Ed's bed to hold forth. "Before you get too shocked -- we came back here to crash out, and then we dragged Nick into bed for a bit of fun, and fun we had, no worries. But we wouldn't want to annoy you or anything." "I'm not feeling annoyed." "Course not. But we sort of feel we missed the point. Well, Nick's point, which was a good one." "What do you mean?" Louise paused, waving a hand in an attempt to fill in the gaps her words were leaving. "Nick was telling us last night about what he heard from you, about his cow of a mum chucking you out, and you being stuck here on your own. He was trying to work out how to make it up to you about thinking the worst of you for the last few months. And we wanted to help him with that. Messing with your head after we came back here to be nice to you doesn't seem fair at all." "I think my head can stand it" Ed replied. " Good. Because we reckon we owe you a proper apology." "What does that mean?" Ed asked, gazing at Louise in confusion. She said nothing in reply, merely nodded towards the other side of the bed, where Gina had quietly moved while Louise was talking. Ed looked around, to see Gina, who had placed her purse on the bedside table, stepping out of her satin trousers. He first glimpsed a neatly trimmed red bush, then was distracted from that as she drew her metallic top off over her head. Her pale skin was like porcelain; her breasts were neat, with small nipples. She lifted the duvet up and slipped into bed alongside Ed, who had frozen in total confusion. " Like I said" Louise was purring in his ear now, "we wanted to help Nick apologise. We both know what his mum is like -- she split Nick up from Gina months ago by being such a pain in the arse, and she's been trying to do the same to me. Nick finally saw just how she can be last night, after you talked to him..." "...And I got this idea about how to balance things..." interjected Gina, her hand burrowing beneath the quilt to find Ed's cock, which was already growing hard thanks to to the sights he was seeing. " Yes, well, it turns out that Gina would do anything that might possibly annoy Nick's mum" explained Louise, still whispering in Ed's ear. "So she came back here with us. But then we got carried away with Nick -- and then we wore him out and woke you up in the process." "Umm. Right." Ed was just about taking all this in, despite the distracting feeling of Gina's hand tracing up and down his hard-on. "Yeah, well, anyway. I'm feeling bad about that, and Gina hasn't changed her mind -- so we might as well say thanks for your hospitality, and make your weekend a bit more interesting." Ed looked back round at her. She was kneeling on the bed, hauling her t-shirt off less gracefully than Gina, but enthusiastically enough to make her breasts bounce. "...Nicholas..." Ed gurgled. "Nick's cool, really. A lovely guy, but all the girls know that he just wants as many shags as he can get, so he doesn't have any claim on us or anything." Louise yanked the duvet down, and Gina unfastened Ed's pyjama trousers and pushed them down his thighs, exposing his straining cock, then turned away towards the bedside table. Ed mustered the last remnants of his ability to resist or argue. "So this is a pity fuck?" he asked, as Louise took over the work of tracing teasing fingertips up and down his erection. "No, it's a revenge fuck" Louise answered, glancing at Gina, who'd been rummaging in her purse. "What's the difference?" Ed asked. "We'll explain later" said Louise, "But right now, Mr Friar, I suggest that you concentrate on the really important thing about it." "What's that?" " It's a fuck." She had a point, Ed admitted to himself. He'd had a very long dry spell -- hell, he'd not actually got laid since the divorce, and what he'd told Nicholas about the time before that was true -- and now Louise was holding his cock in her hand while Gina returned to the action -- opening a condom packet, as it turned out. Slowly, teasingly, Gina rolled the condom over and down his shaft, while Louise looked at the sight thoughtfully. "Actually," she said, "there was another reason for this. We were wondering..." " What?" Ed was reaching up now, fondling her breast -- god, it was good to feel that shape in his hands again, to find one of those lovely large dark nipples puckering under his touch, and her pert young breasts were so different from his ex-wife's... "Nick's so popular for a lot of reasons" Louise explained, "and we wondered if some of them run in families. Well, it looks like they might." Then, she threw a leg over Ed, and raised herself above him. Looking at her, Ed saw that her dark pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a narrow band along the line of her vaginal lips -- the way that girls did things these days, he gathered, but this was another first for him. Then, Louise reached down there with one hand, parting her cunt lips, and Gina reached forward, helping to guide Ed's cock into the welcoming entrance. When they were ready, Louise sank down on him, engulfing him with a gasp of pleasure. If it had been a joy to feel a breast in his hand again after so long, there were no words to describe the feeling of a tight cunt around his cock. For a moment, Ed almost lost control entirely -- but if he couldn't resist the offer of this fuck, he told himself, he could at least make it good for the two girls. Carefully, he began to move his hips, as Louise did the same. A lecherous smirk appeared on her face, which broadened to a grin as he reached up with both hands and began to fondle both her breasts. "Not ... bad" she murmured. "Looks good to me" Gina agreed, and Ed glanced her way, then paused in his movements. "What the hell is that?" he demanded. "Video camera" Gina answered, continuing to look at the device -- at the viewfinder, Ed saw -- as she pointed it at the junction of Ed's cock and Louise's cunt. "Did I... What are you..." Ed was startled beyond words. The girls just laughed. " Oh, don't worry. We're not going to misuse this. We just wanted a permanent record." Ed thought that he ought to argue. But then, Gina leaned forward, moving the camera closer to the cock-and-cunt action, and brought her own breasts down toward Ed's face. He found that his tongue was literally hanging out, so he began to run it over Gina's small, neat nipples. She murmured appreciatively. "Yes," Louise said, continuing her methodical fucking action, "Gina's got lovely tits, hasn't she?" "Mmm." "You're more polite than Nick, you know? He's always trying to talk with his mouth full." "Too much information" Ed gurgled, and both the girls laughed. "Now, where was I?" Louise asked, and moved more firmly back and forth on top of him. Gina backed away and got off the bed, moving around it to film the fucking from every side, before climbing back up to stand precariously with her feet either side of Ed's knees while filming downwards from above Louise's head. Then she crouched down behind Louise, putting the camera aside, and began to kiss Louise's back and neck and run her hands over the other woman's body, competing with Ed for her breasts, adding extra force to the movement of her hips until Ed gasped, then probing into the place where Louise and Ed were locked together to ensure that both were being well stimulated. An Apology in the Morning Louise clearly liked this, and suddenly threw her head back and moaned, then threw herself aside, collapsing onto the bed. Had she been alone, Ed would have regarded this as sheer cruelty, but Louise nodded to Gina. "Your turn" she said, and Gina crawled forward a short way, grasped his cock, and took him into herself. The situation ought to have felt almost unchanged, Ed thought, but the line of Gina's thighs was subtly different, and her breasts were something completely new again, rounder than Louise's; he was deeply aware that he was fucking two different women here. That realization suddenly hit him in the balls, and he surged and pulsed, pouring what seemed like all of the semen he'd not expended for months into that condom. Fortunately, Gina was evidently already well turned on, and she gasped her way to orgasm before he could deflate. A few moments later, Ed was lying back on the bed, a naked girl on either side of him, their giggles and the way that their hands were straying making it clearly that they weren't done with him. They both wriggled downwards, and Louise plucked the condom from his relaxing cock with a quick move and dropped it in the bedside waste bin. Then they set to work, kissing and tonguing his balls and the base of his cock while fondling his thighs. Damn, thought Ed, why couldn't this have happened to me when I was young enough to take full advantage of it? But the two girls were determined and patient, and in a moment, Gina left Louise to work on Ed's crotch while she herself moved back up to rub her breasts against his chest while nibbling his ear. You know, Ed thought now, perhaps I'm not as old as all that. Louise evidently agreed about the evidence. "Result!" she called from where she was working, and Gina punched the air theatrically, rolled off Ed, and rummaged another condom out of her bag. Then she joined Louise and fitted it to Ed's once-more-straining erection. She continued to caress it, keeping Ed interested, while Louise threw herself onto her back beside him. "Now," Louise hissed, "Let's have some more of that Friar family charm!" Ed reacted immediately, kneeling between her coffee-coloured thighs and plunging hard into her. She gasped and grabbed at him, holding him firmly inside her, and began to rock back and forth, murmuring yeah yeah yeah. Then Gina was beside them, raising Ed's body up a little so that she could squeeze in, placing her cunt over Louise's mouth as she faced Ed. "That's it, sweetheart," she said to Louise, "earn your fun." Louise stopped talking, and it was clear to Ed that this was because she was tonguing Gina's cunt. Gina had the look on her face of a woman who was being very effectively fucked -- although it was a long time since Ed had seen that, now he thought -- but she allowed herself to be distracted enough to kiss Ed hard on the lips. When he broke away, he looked down, and the sight of four breasts, his cock working in that fascinating new cunt, and female flesh in two different (but equally enticing) shades was too much for him, and he gasped and exploded into another orgasm. Fortunately, the two girls were evidently enjoying themselves too, and both let go with squeals of joy before the threesome collapsed in a tangle on the bed. "Right" said Gina after a moment, "now let's see what it takes to go for three." "Greedy bitch," said Louise, who had recovered the video camera and was filming the other two from as many angles as she could find. "Let's go for it!" Ed gasped. The idea that both girls still wanted more was flattering and fascinating, but he was seriously beginning to wonder about the state of his heart. "Look," he said, "you've worn me out. Give me a few minutes, and I'll try..." "Need some help, Dad?" Ed sat bolt upright. Nicholas had appeared in the doorway, wearing a pair of jeans and a smirk. "Nicholas? How long have you been there?" "Oh, not too long. But it seemed only fair, after you'd watched me with these two last night." Ed stared between the two girls and his son. "Bloody hell. Don't you lot keep any secrets from each other?" "No!" the three said in unison. "Much more fun this way" said Louise. "Anyway, you're doing well with these two" said Nicholas. "Totally insatiable once they get started, they are. But I can't let them put you in hospital or something, can I?" "Can't you?" muttered Ed. "No" said his son, stepping into the room. He reached to the waist of his jeans, but then paused, and Ed saw that Gina was had grabbed the video camera and was focusing it on Nicholas. "Now" Nicholas continued, "where's my help needed most?" "Here!" cried Gina, "I'm the one who's not had you for months!" "Not until last night" muttered Nicholas, but he unfastened his jeans and pushed them down. Ed noted that his son already had a rampant erection, and Gina tossed him a condom packet. He caught it in the air, tore it open, and rolled the condom onto his cock. Meanwhile, Gina had stood between him and the bed; now she twisted around, bending over the side of the bed to point her naked backside at Nicholas -- while pointing the camera back at him under her torso. Nicholas smiled and stepped forward to grasp Gina by the hips. "Reliable little sod, your son" Louise whispered in Ed's ear. "But don't forget about me. Though I'm prepared to wait for you to recover. Well, at least for two minutes." "Honestly, that may not be long enough" Ed admitted as Gina gave the moan of a woman taking a full length of cock in her cunt in one thrust. "Hmm." Louise mimed thought, a finger to her lips. "And, okay, let me guess -- you're old-fashioned enough that fucking your son's girlfriend in front of him -- or just watching him fuck -- makes you a bit uncomfortable?" "A bit" Ed admitted. "Okay, well, no problem. Come on." Leaving Nicholas methodically thrusting into a moaning Gina, Louise led Ed along the passage to the bathroom. There, she rummaged in a sponge-bag that evidently belonged to her, and produced yet another condom packet and a bottle of some kind. "Bit of a small shower," she muttered, "but that makes it cozy. Come on in!" She dragged Ed into the shower before she turned the water on, and for a moment, both gasped as it ran cold. Then the temperature improved, and she squeezed up against him, kissed him on the mouth, and then opened the bottle. It turned out to contain shampoo of some kind, with a pungently musky but rich and pleasant aroma, and she worked handfuls of the stuff over both Ed and herself, from the head on down. For a moment, Ed reflected that he'd come out of this smelling unusually feminine, but as Louise kept squirming her breasts against him and laughing as she worked, he was distracted from any trivial thoughts. Then Louise slipped down to her knees, putting her face on the level of Ed's freshly-washed cock. Raising it with one hand, she engulfed its tip with her mouth for a moment, then ran her tongue along its length. "Hell's teeth," said Ed, "where did you learn this stuff?" " Oh, men are easy," Louise answered as she stood up, ripped open the condom packet, and fitted the contents to Ed's cock. "You just have to want to get results. Didn't anyone ever show that to you?" "Not really" muttered Ed, but by then, Louise was leaning back against the wall of the shower cubicle, her legs spread wide. " Never mind," she said, "now fuck me." Ed had to drop into a crouch to align his erection with Louise's cunt, but she helped guide him between her soapy thighs, then nodded when he was ready. He straightened his legs, sliding her up the tiled wall as he did so, and she wrapped her arms and legs about him. He was carrying her weight now, but he found that he was full of energy -- if the act of fucking had threatened to tire him, the joy of it had made him feel capable of anything -- and he settled into a rhythm of vertical thrusts that eventually brought both of them to climax. As they emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a couple of small towels not arranged for any sort of modesty, they met Nicholas and Gina in the passage, both also still naked. Nicholas had the video camera now, and with a cheerful smirk, he swept it over his father and girlfriend. "This video is going to Mum," he said. Ed gasped. "You said it wasn't going to be misused" he said accusingly towards Louise and Gina. "Yeah, and this is exactly the right use for it" Gina replied. "Look, we'll forget this -- we'll wipe the camera memory here and now -- if you really want -- but hear us out first. We've been trying to persuade Nick here for months that your ex is poison -- she uses him, and you should see the way she treats his girlfriends when he's not around -- but it was only last night, after you talked to Nick..." "The light came on" Nicholas admitted. "Yeah. Frankly, we want our own back, and Nick needs to show her that he's not buying her bullshit any more. The fact is, we reckon, she's a dried-up old witch with a weird thing about Nick -- but from what she's said to him, she's still got something about you, too. Half the time, she seems to think that you're screwing every woman in the country -- mostly the old desperate ones, if you believe her -- and the other half, she talks about you as a lonely old fart who's going to die alone, probably soon -- and she smiles when she says that, by the way." "Okay..." Ed hated to admit to himself that this described the woman to whom he's been married for half his life, but he couldn't deny it fitted with the way she'd developed over the years. "So we want to show her for good and all that you're doing okay, that she can't stop Nick having a sex life, and that she failed when she tried to drive me or Louise away from him" Gina finished in a rush. "And frankly, this seems like the quickest and most fun way of doing all that -- in one go." "I just wish that we could see her face when she sees the video" Louise added. "So let's get this straight" said Ed. "So far today, I've discovered that my son is the regional champion of no-strings sex, and that two of his girlfriends have conspired with him to seduce me so that they can make a porn film featuring both of us -- which they plan to use to humiliate his own mother, my wife of twenty years. Am I right?" There was an awkward pause, and then Gina nodded. "That's true. Or put it another way -- you've found that your son is such a nice, popular guy that girls are literally queuing up for him. And two of those girls, who still like him despite the best efforts of his mother, also like you enough to give you a good time. And to celebrate all that, they want to do something to show the one person who'd tried to destroy the pair of you that she can't win." Ed looked at her, and then down at Louise, who was standing close in front of him, squirming her buttocks slightly against his crotch. "Gina," he said quietly, "come here a minute, will you?" Something about his tone -- perhaps because it was the voice of an older man -- made Gina obey without a word. Ed took Louise by the shoulders and moved her aside. Gina stood face to face with Ed, looking up at him defiantly, her red hair falling back from her face. All the towels had slipped to the floor by now. Ed took Gina by the chin and looked into her eyes. Then he kissed her hard on the lips, grabbing her buttocks in both hands. Louise squealed and threw her arms round the pair of them. Nicholas laughed. Eventually, Ed looked up. "Nicholas," he said, "are you doing much today?" "Well, I've got to edit some video onto a DVD on my computer, and put it in the post. But that can wait until tomorrow, I guess, if there's something else needs doing. If it's okay with you, that is?" Ed nodded. "It is. It's been too long since I had any fun with your mother," he grinned, "and helping your little scheme will have to do. But right now, you were supposed to be fixing breakfast. And later, we'll go out for lunch together." "And then?" Nicholas asked. "And then, we'll come back here with these two. It seems that we have some kind of family reputation to maintain, and I'd hate anyone to be disappointed with us..."