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John D

By: SamanthaUKCD



John was coming to stay in Manchester overnight and had advertised for a submissive girl to meet him at his hotel for the evening. His profile really interested me as it ticked a lot of my boxes. He was assertive, his picture looked good – although I couldn't see his face – and he had a number of positive messages in his guest book that lead me to believe he was reliable and not a timewaster. John was also around 20 years older than me and I am a sucker – literally - for the more mature gentleman.

Online we'd discussed our likes and dislikes and decided on a little bit of role play. I was to be a rather slutty girl applying for the job of John's PA. We were meeting for my "interview and assessment". John had even emailed me a formal letter outlining the nature of the interview, which was fabulous and really set the scene.

As we'd planned, I slipped in to his hotel room to put the final touches to my outfit whilst he had a drink in the bar. I was dressed all in black. I wore my 5" heels – the ones with the ankle straps – black stockings, a six-strap suspender belt, thong, black bra and short-sleeved roll-neck mini dress that clung to me. I had my large DD falsies in place and felt I looked good. I wore my black bob-style wig and lots of slutty make up, including long false eye lashes and ruby red lipstick.

I sent a text to John to let him know I was ready and took a seat as I awaited my "interviewer" to arrive. Obviously I was a little nervous to be dressed as a slut in a stranger's hotel room but I didn't have long to wait before he arrived. I was attracted to John right away. He was handsome and a little grizzled, tall and athletic. He carried an air of authority about him that thrilled my submissive core.

"Do sit down, Samantha" he instructed and I sat on the edge of the bed. He drew up a chair in front of me and looked me in the eye.

"So you're here about the PA job. You will be working directly for me and I will be expecting you to cater to me needs. All my needs." he stated.

"I understand, and this is the sort of role I'm relishing." I replied.

"Appearance is very important. Let me inspect your attire. Please stand up."

I stood as instructed and gave John a little twirl.

"Your dress is very short, Samantha, and I can see your stocking tops, which is something I really like."

"I always like to show my legs off, Sir, and I always wear heels and stockings at all times."

"Excellent. You're off to a very good start young lady. Now please lift your dress so I can inspect your bottom."

I raised the hem of my dress to expose my cheeks and stood with my back to him, my feet slightly apart. Wearing only a g-string left me completely exposed from behind with my cheeks framed by suspender belt and straps. I felt John's hand caress my ass and he murmured his approval. His other hand moved around to my front and he took hold of my clitty through the material of my underwear.

"What's this? Well, Samantha, it looks like you've been keeping a surprise for me. I have to say it is vital that you don't keep secrets from me in your role of PA. I'm afraid this sort of behaviour requires punishment. Do you understand?"

I stammered a reply to the effect that I understood and would take whatever punishment was necessary. John sat back on his chair and ordered me to lie across his knees. My hands and feet steadied me and my ass stuck right up in the air. John proceeded to give me a very good spanking. It was hard but not pitiless and he rubbed me between each stroke. My ass was glowing I was sure of it. I must have had about twenty smacks before he helped me back to my feet. 

"Now Samantha, I need to check out your qualifications. I see from your CV that you have excellent 'O' and 'A' levels. Is this correct?"

"Yes, Sir." I replied, biting my bottom lip in anticipation.

"I think you should demonstrate your skills." he said. "On your knees and take out my cock."

I sank to my knees and undid his belt, trousers and fly. I reached inside and pulled out his cock. It was amazing. I'd say it was 7" long but it was the fattest I'd ever seen. My hand couldn't fully encircle it and the bulbous head was beautifully smooth and round. He had big, tight balls and I caressed them lightly as I opened my mouth and slipped it between my lips. I sucked and licked him as well as I could as my jaw adapted to his large girth. I took him deep, trying as hard as I could to get my nose against his pubic hair. I could tell this had turned him on as he held my head still and began to fuck my mouth himself. I was getting very aroused by this but had to concentrate on not gagging as he pushed against the back of my throat.

After some time John pulled me to my feet and kissed me passionately. I helped him to strip naked and he began to fondle my hard clitty which excited me all the more. He turned me around and kissed my neck and I could feel his cock between my thighs – so hot and smooth and hard. John turned me around, kissed me again and then pushed me on to my back on the bed and pulled my g-string down and off. His warm wet mouth devoured my clitty and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. After a few minutes he manoeuvred himself above me and into a sixty-nine position and he fed his cock back in to my mouth as he continued to suck me. From this position I couldn't resist his thrusts at all. In a steady, forceful motion he pushed his fat cock against my throat. I accepted it and it slipped down – my first deep throat experience and with a bit of a beast of a cock at that. He held it in place. It surprised me that I couldn't breathe but it was turning me on so much. Just as I was about to push him away he withdrew and I gasped for air. Greedily I took his cock in my mouth again and once more he pushed it right down my throat – this time his balls rested on my nose. This continued for a few more times before he withdrew.

"Good girl." he praised and I felt really proud of myself for pleasing him like that. "Now, time to test those 'A' levels. Get on your hands and knees."

I rolled on to my front and lifted myself into the doggy position. John rolled a condom over his cock. I could see him struggling to squeeze the rubber over it. He took a tube of lubricant and rubbed my hole with it. He inserted a finger and I gasped a little. I was beginning to wonder if I'd be able to take that monster but at the same time I was so ready for him to fuck me. His cock head pressed between my cheeks and against my ass hole. I felt it being stretched by the insistent force he was applying and I concentrated on relaxing. In a few moments he breached my tight ring and his cock head slipped inside me. I couldn't help but exclaim "Oh fucking hell." as he slowly pushed his length fully into me.

I've been fucked before and used toys too but never felt this kind of sensation. My hole was really stretched and squeezed John's cock tightly. It didn't hurt as such but I felt on the limit of what was bearable. I was here being fucked by a very horny, assertive man and I loved it. John began to fuck me properly and grabbed by hips to help his leverage. To my amazement I realised that he hadn't initially given me all of his cock and he thrust the full length in to me. I was moaning and crying out with every shove but simply loving the experience. He reached down and began to wank my clit too but the main sensation was centred on that monster inside me.

After some great fucking he withdrew and ordered me to ride him. He lay on the bed and I straddled him. I impaled myself on him once more and began to push myself up and down along his length. My head was spinning as I fucked myself with his gorgeous member. John played with my cock properly and I could feel myself close to cumming. I told him I wanted to cum when he did so we pulled me against his body and kissed me which grabbing my hips again and stepping up his pace. I was his fuck toy now as he drove into me, faster and faster. My nails dug into his back as he reached his climax. John swore loudly as he unloaded into me and I sat up on his cock, pressing my weight down to give him maximum penetration. I grabbed my own cock and with a couple of strokes I shot my cum onto he belly. My ass clamped tight as my orgasm spread through me.

I collapsed down next to him and we both panted hard as we recovered from our exertions. My ass hole was quivering from the brutal assault but I felt so deliciously slutty and satisfied. When we were more ourselves John and I cleaned ourselves up a little. John slipped out for a little while whilst I changed out of my slutty gear but not before discussing when we could do it again. 

John Does Three with Lee



Regular readers will know I like to make the most of opportunities for extra-curricular sexual activity. I like to try someone new from time-to-time. About six months ago while on the web I met Lee from a city down south. She was eager to dump her live-in boyfriend and didn't want to wait to negotiate the bust-up before she got into the swing of having sex with new men. It seemed a perfect set-up for me. And at the time I was travelling fairly regularly to her city for work.

Lee is in her early 30s, a nice shapely size with some meat on her. She has B-cup tits with large nipples. Her cunt is big and fleshy and she keeps it waxed and smooth. Best of all she is as horny as hell and incredibly sexy, being eager to try all kinds of sex acts and many of them she wants repeatedly.

In fact, before we first met I learned she had been thinking about trying BDSM – she wanted to be tied up and she wanted to be spanked.

That first night together in my hotel room we quickly discovered how much she loves to be punished when it is delivered along with some sucking and fucking. In fact, 20 minutes after she came in the door Lee was on her knees in front of me, naked and playing with her cunt while I had hold of a big lump of her hair and was jamming my cock into her hungry mouth. All the while I was beating on her back and her arse with a heavy flogger. And she sure did cum!!!

Later in the night she was on all fours with me using a leather paddle on her arse and a vibrator in her back door. 

But after a couple of visits Lee confessed the other thing she wanted to experience. 

She'd met Rod, a guy more local to her. He's married but that apparently didn't stop them meeting up after work or on weekend afternoons for quick 'suck and fuck' sessions. Lee wanted a threesome with her two new lovers! She was hoping to use my hotel room the next time I was I town. She said that Rod had a very large cock and she wanted to take us both at once.

Lee is a wildcat in bed and I wanted to see her in action, with two men to take her on. I knew she would be more than equal to the challenge. So on my next overnight stay I her city I organised a single bedroom apartment for myself and we made some plans. 

I knew Lee wanted another spanking as well – she wouldn't want to let a night with me go past without being 'punished', even a little. Rod was not really into that kind of stuff so Lee was hoping I'd still want to beat her arse if he was watching. I was more than willing. I was going to make sure that Rod and I gave her everything she wanted that night!

I'd gotten out of my day's meeting early so I'd freshened up and was sitting watching TV wearing only my pants when there was a knock at the door. Lee was there, nervous but extremely horny. I shook hands with Rod for the first time. He'd done a threesome before so he was pretty relaxed. He's about the same age as me and I quickly saw he was OK and not feeling like he had to prove anything to me. So all was set for a great night.

Lee went for a quick shower and Rod and I made some ground rules. I was happy to make some concessions to him – after all, he was more or less Lee's regular. I just wanted the night to go smoothly. Lee had a deep, hidden and growing desire to be taken and used by a group of men - turned into a sex object. Our role was to make it happen. The main point of agreement was that his would be the only cock in her arsehole that night.

Soon Lee was back and I decided to get things moving. I crossed the room and instructed her to drop the towel she'd wrapped around herself. She looked straight at Rod and then obeyed. It was the sexiest thing I'd seen in a long time. She was telling him that this night she would be under our control and at our mercy – confirming that she was ready and wanting to be taken and used.

By now I could see that Lee was in exactly the same state as the first time we'd met. Nervous and yet so very turned on at the same time. The merest touch on her skin made her jump and gasp. It looked like she didn't know whether to run or to jump right in. But I had my plan ready.

'Are you going to be our slut?'

A mumble in reply – yes!

'Are you ready to be punished for being a slut?'

A nod of her head and another mumble.

'I know you want to be a slut. You know you have to be treated like a slut.'

'Hmmmmm....' And then with a whisper, 'Please. I need it. I need you to be harsh with me.'

So I took Lee's hand and led her back across the room to the lounge chair. Rod was watching intently from a chair in the corner.

I sat in the middle and pulled Lee down after me so she was lying across my lap. She knew what to do and quickly got into position. She was ready to be spanked – a nice hard over-the-knees job. From where he sat Rod could see Lee's arse. But I wanted him to see everything so I pushed her legs wide apart. 

I began to rub Lee's arse cheeks and she was almost whimpering.

'Are you going to behave for Rod?'

'Yes' came the muffled reply.

'And for me?'

'Yes.'

'Well I have to make sure. I have to spank you first to make sure you will behave. Then Rod and I will know that you'll be good for us and do everything we want.' 

'Oh god...please. Please.'

Lee was already desperate to do whatever we asked. But I was enjoying the lead up – the talking made her wait just a little longer.

I slipped one finger into her cunt. Naturally she was soaking wet.

'You little slut. Now I definitely have to spank you.' And with that I began to pound her arse.

I took my time, but there was no warm-up. The first blow was hard and they soon got even more forceful. I wanted to make sure she was marked. She wanted to show Rod how much she could take.

And Lee remembered all I'd taught her in our previous sessions. Each blow on her arse was counted out loud even while her face was buried in a cushion. I stole a glance at Rod. I could see that this wasn't his thing at all. But it was my thing – and Lee's thing. So I continued.

There was time, though, after the first half dozen to inspect Lee's cunt. Wet and hot – naturally. I took care to gently draw my moistened finger across her butt hole and she responded with a deep shiver.

The beating continued. I made her arse red as her cunt juices began to stream from her. All the time I kept talking to her – slut, dirty bitch. After twenty I took another handful of hair and yanked her head back.

'Are you sure you're ready to behave now?'

'Yes...oh yes, please.'

'You're going to behave for us? Do anything we ask?'

'Oh god!'

'Well I have to make sure. And when I am done beating your arse you'd better go over there and show Rod so he can believe you as well.'

'Yes...oh...'

Again my finger slid into her tunnel. I was enjoying this part of the night. She was at my mercy, already performing and accepting everything was wanted to do to her. My cock was rock hard. If Rod's wasn't then Lee would quickly take care of that.

The spanking went past thirty. Her cheeks were glowing hot. I pulled them apart to allow Rod a full view.

'Like that? Not bad, hey?'

'Oh yes. She has nice big holes that I love to put my cock into.'

And then I spoke again to Lee. 'So then you had better be ready little bitch.' And I resumed the spanking, this time striking hard enough to leave bruises. I knew Lee would only be getting more and more excited from being treated like this.

Thirty seven...thirty eight...thirty nine...forty!

At last I was ready to release her and let the proper fun begin. I pushed Lee off me and onto her feet.

'Now go over to Rod and show him how obedient you will be. Go and show him your arse so he can see you're ready to be a proper little slut tonight.'

Lee climbed off and headed straight over to Rod. Again she knew what to do. She turned facing away from him and spread her legs. Then she bent over. I knew he wasn't that interested in the state of her arse cheeks. But Lee was thrilled to be made to display herself. Without waiting for instruction she reached back and pulled her arse cheeks wide. Proudly Lee showed both the results of her beating and the aroused state of her cunt. She knew Rod would be staring straight at her, easily aroused by the show she was putting on.

Rod didn't need anything more. He quickly shoved a finger straight into her open, oozing hole. Lee moaned loudly and I could see her eyes rolling back. Luckily, one hand grabbed the coffee table in front to steady herself before she fell to the floor.

While Rod took his turn playing with Lee I stripped off my pants and I was ready for action. He took his lead from me and gently suggested to Lee that it was time we moved to the bedroom. 

Along the way we both stole long, deep kisses from Lee. She responded hungrily. In fact she was so far gone by now that I'd suggest she was actually drooling over us.

I'd brought some rope and as Rod undressed I tied Lee on the bed. I had ordered her to bring a large vibrator with her that evening and now I fetched it from her bag.

What I also needed to do was set up the camera Rod had brought. They'd agreed to make a little video momento of the big night. I figured Rod didn't need to record my cock in action so getting the camera ready was my job.

Before I could return Rod had taken up position between her spread legs and was attacking her cunt with his mouth. Rod seemed as hungry as she did. I thought he was going to shove his whole head in there. Lee was making some very satisfying sounds. Obviously he'd learnt her little secrets and in less than a minute had her cumming hard and loud all over his face. It was the first time she'd ever cum with an audience and I'm sure that helped to make it even more intense.

Rod looked rather pleased with himself so I decided to keep him in the action. 'She might need a cock in her mouth,' I suggested. He moved like lightning up the bed and took position next to her, taking Lee's head in both hands to hold her in the right position. I got a good look at his cock – it looked over eight inches but maybe not much thicker than mine. 

Lee could see it too and her eyes lit up. She was into her groove, her little headspace that she gets into when the sex action is really making her frenzied. And right at that moment what Lee wanted was man meat. She opened wide and Rod quickly thrust himself into her. Lee barely had time to adjust before he started began pumping in and out. He soon went deeper and the gurgling sounds Lee started making had nothing to do with discomfort.

Lee was totally into the action by now and I knew she would let us do whatever we wanted with her. She had confided in me with her fantasy of being a total fuck toy, of being out of control and taken and used. The next phase of my plan was all about making her wish come true.

While Rod made the most of Lee's talented mouth I grabbed the vibrator. It was a large one – Lee had chosen well. It would stretch her more than even Rod's cock. I turned it onto a low setting and took up position at her fuck hole.

With her legs tied wide apart I could easily take my own turn on her cunt. Rod had shoved his tongue in deep. I preferred to flick across the clit. Lee bucked her hips up at me. But I only wanted to tease her. I knew she was giving herself up totally to we two males. The next part would be a special treat for her and for me.

I watched Rod plunging his length in and out of Lee's face and I wanted to double the action. The toy cock was placed against her opening. With one slow shove I forced the vibe past her cunt lips, through her hole and into her tunnel. I heard the sounds of her surprise and delight as the thick object was driven into her. I saw her back arch to ease the way for the intruder. But Lee's lips never stopped working on Rod's cock as his balls swung near her chin.

I quickly set the camera operating, bringing it in for a nice tight shot of Lee's lovely splayed cunt jammed full of plastic cock. She'd wanted to be a slut and a toy, I wanted to record all the best bits. Lee was willingly being debased debased but the entire episode would not be caped off until she had a chance to watch herself in action later on. 

With the camera set it was time to fuck Lee with the vibrator. Lee's cunt was so wet there was no problem. I nearly bottomed out with that first thrust. She liked it rough I already knew, so I went right ahead and rammed it into her. I gave her the full length like I would with my own cock. Every now and again I twisted it around to give her a new sensation.

And it was quite a sight too! Lee was showing no signs of discomfort – quite the opposite. Her cunt lips spread easily for the monster. I'd already seen the way her cunt expands when she is really turned on. Shoving that thing in and out and watching her cunt stretch around its size was amazing. 

I wasn't really surprised at how wild Le was getting. She was loving the chance to live out her once secret desires.

So I kept the toy working in her tunnel while Rod ploughed her face. Rod's a kind of 'meat and potatoes' guy when it comes to sex. He certainly knew how to keep Lee occupied – and satisfied. My role that night was to supply the extra kink factor that would excite and push Lee. But after a time I grew tired of just jamming her cunt with a rubber shaft. I wanted my turn in her mouth. I could have used her cunt, of course. But something told me it wasn't time just yet to abandon the vibe. Plus, I sensed that Lee could go lower yet into being a slutty whore.

I moved up the bed and untied Lee's wrists so I could have easier access to her. Rod knew what I wanted and he released her head at last. But Lee didn't wait for me or my cock. Instead, hungry for more action in her cunt Lee immediately moved one free hand between her legs and took a firm hold of the vibe. She was desperate for more! 

As I turned her head towards me and positioned my cock against her lips I watched Lee take up with the vibrator, thrusting it hard into her hole. The camera was catching every bit of this action and Lee made quite a sight as she began to ream herself. She was more vigorous than I had dared. The only thing on her mind was her need for a good, hard fucking. 

The sounds of her desperate desire to cum all over that toy were easily captured by the camera. She kept right on panting and moaning while Rod and I took turns with her mouth. Soon she'd taken a new hold on the vibe. I couldn't decide if it was a show for our benefit or her own needs that she was trying to satisfy. I just watched in awe as she began to ram the toy into her hole even faster. 

She came once...then twice – loudly as always! She held her mouth open for us. I had no doubt the twin cock action in her mouth gave an extra edge to her two beautiful orgasms. Meanwhile her drool ran down over her face and dripped from our rock hard cocks. 

Finally I looked at Rod and could see he was ready for a spell just like me. We both wanted to hold off cumming till later in the night. And we wanted to make sure Lee's cunt would still be ready for us. So carefully we slowed her hand and retrieved the vibe from her steaming hole. 

While I disposed of the toy and shifted the camera, Lee and Rod took up a little cuddling. She was still panting from her exertions. That and the fact Rod had started pulling on her nipples. 

I took the opportunity to inspect her arse cheeks. They were still red and raw. She was going to have a few marks the next day. Lee would be rather pleased with that, especially since this time she had no need to hide them from her now very 'ex' boyfriend.

It didn't last long though. Lee wanted more. She started to beg.

'Please. Someone fuck me. Please fuck my cunt.'

Again I was happy to let Rod take the lead here. I knew I was getting my fun anyway.

'Yes, yes,' she hissed as Rod climbed between her legs. I don't think it mattered which cock she got at that stage. But I had other things to attend to.

Rod took only one thrust to bury himself to the hilt. Lee gasped at the renewed invasion but it was definitely a noise of pleasure. 'Oh...oh...' was the only other sound to come out of her as Rod took to shoving his considerable length in and out of Lee's sloppy hole. 

I took a turn helping myself to torturing her nipples. The cock in her cunt meant the pain was sure to thrill her. So I gave her some extra punishment as I pulled and then bit her long, pink nipples.

But after a few minutes of listening to Rod work her cunt I knew I wanted some of that action too. I took up position next to him and Rod again took my cue. As quick as we could we swapped our cocks in Lee's hole. I slipped my hands under her arse cheeks to improve the angle and Lee responded with a deep groan. 

Back and forth we went, changing cocks, changing speed, rolling Lee onto her side and still pulling at her tits. She came once for each of us – a very satisfying result for Lee and for us. 

So it was time to change the action and to give Lee's cunt a spell. We wanted to fill the video with as much action as we could. Lee had two cocks to serve and I was going to make sure she got every chance to do it right!

I looked over at Rod, still in her cunt. 'Lets feed her our cocks again,' I suggested. 'The camera's all set for her to put on a show.'

He pulled out of Lee and together we took hold of her arms. She was actually whimpering slightly at the sudden emptiness in her cunt. But when she heard my instructions she eagerly moved to obey.

'Get on the floor my little slut,' I instructed her. We dragged her to the middle of the room in front of the camera. 'On your knees. You're going to be a proper little cock slut now,' I said.

'Oh...oh my god,' she whispered with a tremble. 'Oh fuck'.

I made sure Lee was facing the camera. Rod knew where he needed to stand. This was going to be a scene from our own private porn movie. Lee was ready – thrilled and eager to be our little star. The two cocks bobbed in front of her face. But she waited patiently, obediently.

With the video camera operating I decided this time I would go first. I took a handful of her hair and pulled Lee straight onto my cock. She tried to gasp her surprise but quickly was forced to adjust as I used her mouth to cover my length.

I was rough. I knew she would respond well. With a firm grip on her hair I was able to yank her back and forth along my cock. It wasn't a face fuck – more like I was masturbating but with her mouth instead of my hand. Lee was more than equal to the challenge, displaying some of her best cocksucking skills as she moaned and drooled around my shaft. My pulling on her hair made her head jerk and her body sway. And that, in turn, made her tits bounce in front of the camera. The sight made my cock get even harder. 

And this was a threeway effort. So after a couple of minutes I yanked her head right back off my cock. In a single move I turned Lee and shoved her face down over Rod's pole. Lee went right along with me. The gorgeous slut gladly devoured the twin serving of cock meat presented to her. 

Rod took her head in his hands, adjusting the angle and enjoying her take him inch after inch. I knew he'd already have used her mouth that day, on the way to the hotel. So for now he was happy to take his time, savouring Lee's mouth. She was savouring it all herself, her eyes wide open as she looked up at Rod. She kept eye contact with him the whole time. Lee wanted him to know how excited she was to be used like this and shared with another man.

While Rod worked on Lee I took her left hand and pulled it up to my balls. She didn't find the co-ordination easy – not surprisingly. But I wanted as much action as possible and I wanted her to have the experience of being forced to serve us in every way. I knew that later when Lee watched the tape she'd be proud to see exactly how much she'd given to us.




John Does Three with Lee



Then I took another handful of Lee's hair. Rod understood and released her head. In a second she was transferred between cocks. I heard her gasp of delight as once she was pulled down onto my cock. Lee still had a lot more to give and I was determined to take it all. I listened to her deep moans of pleasure at having still more cock meat jammed into her face. 

Rod and I made sure we really enjoyed Lee's talents. We kept her there for quite a time, swapping her back and forth between us and making sure we got plenty of footage on the camera. But I knew there was other action we needed to capture that night. And Lee had been down there servicing us for such a long time I figured either her mouth was getting sore or her knees were about to give out. With a glance at Rod and a nod in the direction of the bed we finally released her and dragged her back to lie on the bed. 

While Lee enjoyed a brief respite Rod went off to make a phone call (to his wife). So I enjoyed myself gently fondling her tits, letting her come down slowly while I stroked her soft skin and tested the weight of her flesh. The only sound Lee made was a quiet sigh of appreciation.

Unlike Lee, however, I was still charged up. So her rest didn't last long before I leaned in and took her nipples between my lips. Her teats quickly stiffened and again I heard her soft sigh. I began to take more and more of her flesh into mouth, treating it like foreplay as I made the most of her ready access and worked her up for the next phase of the night. Lee would give us a lot more that night but it was a good time to see that she got a little extra reward.

I reached down and pressed against the inside of her thighs. Of course Lee followed my lead instantly. I gently stroked her cunt lips, not wanting to jolt her out of her state of calm. I was more than pleased when she moaned softly and shifted her hips to make herself more comfortable. It has been a privilege to introduce Lee to the delights of rough sex and the mixing of pleasure and pain. All the same there's no going past a leisurely licking of a woman's sex. Which was what I proceeded to do.

Slowly I ran my tongue along her cleft. I wanted her clit and I wanted to taste her juices as they continued to ooze from her. I knew this was not the time to rush. I kept my focus on gentle teasing, hinting at the pleasure I wanted to give her. She gave up a soft sigh. Only then did I press hard enough for my tongue to split her labia. Only then did I push my tongue between her flesh to find her hard, delicate little button.

She reeked of lust and climax. It was powerful and womanly – tasty too. More importantly I heard and felt her body react. Wonderful, slutty Lee – ready for still more.

Still I didn't rush her. Lee is multi-orgasmic but I always like to make sure she can enjoy each climax fully. I pressed my tongue into her hole and was rewarded with a slight rush of cunt juice. I probed at her as she began whispering to me. 'Oh Master, please...' 

At that signal I moved up and surrounded her clit with my lips. I sucked her into my mouth and then, holding her firmly with the suction, I began to slowly flick the tip of my tongue over Lee's clit.

'Oh my fucking god,' she moaned. 'I'm going out my of mind.' I knew she was talking about more than my oral efforts. She was revelling in the experience of being played with and pleased by two men at once. With two of us sharing her the action was almost non-stop.

I alternated between lapping at her slit and suckling on her clit. Both seemed to make her equally happy. As always her flaps were engorged and mushy. Her juices were flowing freely. Slowly Lee was returning to full flight. I knew the insatiable slut was ready for another round of heavy duty sucking and fucking, giving her all to her two men. Fortunately Rod had re-appeared and he already had an idea of what he wanted to do.

With a chuckle Rod took up position at the other end of the bed and from there he helped himself to Lee's mouth once more. Or perhaps that wasn't quite right because rather than taking him into her mouth Lee changed position so she could actively service Rod. She rolled onto her side and craned her neck to reach him. I watched as our little sex toy took in as much of that big cock as she could manage. 

The action had turned into a more 'normal' suck-and-fuck threesome. Nothing wrong with that – Lee was fully in her zone and she was ours to do with as we pleased. I decided the best thing to do was to keep right on lapping away at her hole. It was open and wanting and I knew that with the renewed action it would be only minutes before she was cumming in my mouth again.

But having two holes stimulated wasn't enough for our Lee. I felt her change position slightly and one hand slid around her arse cheeks. For a moment I thought that maybe I wasn't eating her cunt at the right angle or something. But no, it wasn't that.

Her hand kept moving and I watched as she pointed one finger towards her cunt. Well, I could have added fingers to my cunt licking if she'd asked. Mind you, her mouth was full. But that wasn't the problem. I realised what she was after as I saw Lee shove that finger straight into her anus! If only we could have got that on camera. Now it was my turn to have my head spinning.

Lee wriggled her hips slowly to help work her finger deeper. I heard her moan softly around Rod's cock. Now he realised it was time to set the camera operating again and he pulled out of her mouth briefly. 

'Fuck...I'm going out of my mind. Oh Jesus.'

I kept snacking on her cunt as she plumbed her own dark depths. I wondered if she'd prefer to have a different finger in her bum. Then I decided to hell with it – she was the fucktoy after all! So I eased her digit out of her chute and replaced it with two of my own. I heard her draw air in with a hiss. 'Oh, do it...yes, Master.'

Rod was quickly back in action and Lee was now, at last, having all three holes used and stimulated. It was only moments before she was cumming again. I felt the surge of her cunt juices spilling out of her and into my mouth. 

Lee was insatiable. But I could feel her climaxes were getting weaker. Both myself and Rod wanted to shove our cocks into her hot cunt again before she had nothing left to give. In fact, at the start of the night we'd briefly mentioned the possibility of a DP. We'd not spoken to Lee about it but we both felt sure she would not take a backward step. 

'You'd better fuck her again,' I said to him. 'Make her ready for a big finish.'

We both withdrew from Lee so we could set up the fin al scene. 'Come on you naughty little slut,' I said to her. 'Get on all fours for us. Bring your knees back to the edge of the bed.' Again Lee whimpered softly as she heard my commands. After everything she'd experienced that night she still was thrilled at being taken and used by the two of us.

I quickly adjusted the camera and Rod obliged by moving in behind Lee. At a nod from me he moved forward and used a single thrust to bury himself hilt-deep in Lee's soaking cunt. She reacted with loud enthusiasm, throwing her head back and calling out to us.

'Oh fuck, yes...oh please, fuck me!'

Soon the weary Lee had sunk down onto her shoulders as Rod took up a firm rhythm from behind. But I wanted access to her soft tits and her hard nipples. So I too a handful of her hair and yanked her head up, hard. She gave out a shrill gasp and quickly climbed back up onto her elbows. The sudden pain would make her cunt gush a little harder. She wasn't sure what was coming next. Lee let her mouth hang open. 

But I slid around and under her. Her B-cups were hanging loosely underneath her, swinging gently in time with each of Rod's thrusts. I pushed my head in between those tits and quickly took one in my mouth. I could taste Lee's sweat and I hardly cared as I sucked her flesh hard and deep. Lee made a tiny sound of pleasure but that was only part of what I was after. I just wanted to swallow her tits as she allowed her other lover to plunder her cunt from behind. 

After a couple of minutes I changed to her other tit and repeated the dose. And then I worked out towards her nipples. At first I sucked, then I held them tight between my teeth as I licked at the very tips. Lee was moaning but I had no way of telling if that was because of my efforts of Rod's long cock stroking in and out of her tunnel. I knew she was cumming one more time – probably the last for the night as she had to be exhausted by that stage.

Things were starting to happen for Rod too. He quickly pulled out of Lee and stepped away. 'Its getting dangerous,' he muttered. 'Don't want to cum just yet. You take her John.'

'Get on top,' I ordered Lee. 'No, turn around. Yes that's it, the other way.' She was a little confused at first about what I wanted but gradually we shuffled into our new positions and Lee took hold of my rock hard cock. The reverse cowgirl was exactly what I had had in mind and Lee gently lowered herself onto me. That made her tits stick out proudly so that every delightful move would be caught by the camera.

Rod helped out by moving the camera around so that he had a great shot of my cock disappearing into Lee's cunt. I knew she would be tired, her mouth raw and even her cunt starting to ache. There was just one more thing to make sure she remembered it all the next day. Most of the red had gone from her arse cheeks by then and there were only the faintest bruises left. That would not do.

I placed my hand in the middle of Lee's back and pushed her till she was leaning forward. Her arse cheeks stretched out invitingly. Lee was still eager to perform for us and she started to rock nicely back and forth so that her cunt slid up and down my cock. She was trying to make me cum and at this stage of the night I was getting ready to oblige her.

And then I started to spank her again. This time I struck her as hard as I could. It would take her mind off her fatigue and her aches. It would spur her on to one final effort. It would reward her for everything she had done that night. It would turn her into our little bitch and make sure she left knowing she had been shared by her two men.

I pounded on her and Rod at last seemed to understand the purpose of it all. Or maybe he saw something in Lee's eyes, some shimmer of lust. Because he set the camera down again so he could climb onto the bed and stick his long cock into Lee's mouth. 

Quickly we had a good rhythm going. I could lift my hips slightly and move my shaft back and forth in Lee's hole. Rod was tall enough to reach the ceiling so as to brace himself as he thrust his hips. Lee moved with the two of us, tilting her hips to take me deeper into her cunt and bobbing her head as she let Rod probe her throat.

Even with the noise of the renewed spanking I could hear Lee's sharp breathing and her moans of pleasure. Occasionally Rod would slip free and Lee would quickly grasp for his cock and return it to her mouth, anxious to have us both inside her. Each time the unplugging of her mouth allowed her to verbalise what she was feeling.

'Oh Jesus. I can't believe this. Just fucking kill me right now.'

What I wanted to do was manoeuvre us all into position to give Lee her first double penetration. Unfortunately Rod didn't last long enough for that.

'Oh shit, I am gonna cum. I can't wait any more.' 

He grunted and groaned and Lee knew what to do next. She slowed in her riding of me and reached around Rod, pulling him in close and deep as he emptied his balls into her. I slowed my spanking so she could focus on Rod's cock. I heard her moan around his length. Rod was groaning loudly and giving all his encouragement to Lee. 

'Yeah, that's it my beautiful bitch...take my cum. Drink it down. Oh, you are so gorgeous.'

She moaned in appreciation as Rod sent spurt after spurt of his semen down her throat. Lee loves cum but on this night I am sure it was even more special to drink Rod's load. She held him deep in her mouth - not sucking anymore, just holding him there and savouring the taste of his semen. They stayed locked together for a few minutes while Rod's long cock slowly softened.

Lee's arse was a nice, hot red once again and she now had the bruises I wanted her to wear the next day. She was looking tired and her skin was coated in a sheen of her own sweat and spent lust. The idea of giving Lee her first double penetration was over for that night. I knew Rod would have to leave for home soon and take Lee with him. 

So there was nothing left for it but to finish off for myself. Lee had cleaned Rod's cock thoroughly and she slumped back to the bed. I quickly got out from under her and took up station between her legs. She looked up at me with half-open eyes. I could see the fatigue in her face but she gave me a beautiful smile that told me she was ready for the final act. There was no way the night would finish without me shooting my own cum into her. 

I pulled her hips towards me and threw her legs up over my shoulders. Lee moaned softly with delight. I could hear Rod moving the camera to a new position. 

I pressed forward and with one long thrust I buried my cock in her body. I caught her by surprise and her eyes flew wide open. Her cunt was the same – gaping and puffy after so much vigorous fucking. But her tunnel still felt fantastic wrapped around my cock. 

I held myself deep inside Lee and looked straight into her eyes.

'You are such a wonderful little slut,' I whispered to her. And then I half withdrew and rammed myself home again.

'Thank you Master,' she gasped.

I did it again. She groaned louder this time. 'Thank you Master. Oh, thank you John.'

Then I began to plough her little tunnel. Rod had shot his load so there was no need for me to control myself any longer. In a way I had kept myself in control for the entire evening. So I figured now I could fuck her exactly as I wanted. It would be the final act of Lee's fantasy of being a fucktoy and it sent a subtle message to Rod about what I thought was the pecking order. 

As I increased my thrusting I felt Lee's body react. She stiffened a little and her breathing got louder. Her face froze with the passion of another approaching orgasm. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth hung open. With each thrust her calves and feet flopped uselessly over my shoulders. Her soft B-cup tits moved up and down in time with my banging into her.

I'd been horny for days myself and had had to hold myself in check for the entire night. I had enjoyed the wait and had been extremely pleased to have given so much pleasure to Lee (and taken so much from her). Now I was fucking her in exactly the way I wanted. She was moaning slightly with each thrust and I could see one final orgasm rising in her. But I was going at it hard now and I could feel that my own climax was way past the point of no return. Lee wasn't going to make it to her last orgasm.

'I'm not going to cum inside you,' I told her straight to her face. 'I want to cum on your skin.'

'Oh yes, Master! Cum on your little slut,' she whispered in reply.

Instead of pounding her, I started to go more shallow so I would be ready to pull out at the right moment.

'I am going to cum all over your face,' I told her. 'Rod is going to watch you be a little slut and take my cum on your face.'

'Oh, Master. Please!'

'Hold your mouth open and let me cum over you.'

'Oh...oh, please...'

And quickly I pulled out of her cunt. I shucked my shoulders and dropped Lee's legs so I could get closer to her. She was ready and knew what to do, sliding down to position herself underneath me.

I took my cock in my hand and I only needed a couple of strokes.

I erupted in a fury of pleasure and sexual release. My cum shot out of my cock, the first spray delivering a long string of thick cream that fell across her neck and her waiting mouth. Fuck, it felt so good. And it was made even better by knowing this was part of Lee's dream.

The next one landed in a big blob on her chest and I shifted my hips forward to keep aim at her face. I kept pumping and I kept cumming. Despite the speed of it all I got a nice big load on Lee's face. Another shot got the corner of her eye.

'Sorry,' I murmured to her, still in the throes of my own release. But I kept working my cock to extract every last drop, trying to get as much as I could onto her face. She was moaning, wanting more and urging me on. There were several more dollops of cum that I squeezed out, each one dropped directly onto Lee's waiting mouth. We'd made quite a scene. And she looked great with a nice load of semen splashed over her face and coating her tongue.

But of course not all of my man juice had shot clear. The head of my cock had a nice thick coating. 'I think I need you to clean me up properly,' I said to Lee.

Her eye smarting from the semen that had leaked into it, Lee nevertheless quickly moved to meet me. She climbed up on one elbow and stretched her head forward. With a quick glance to check Rod was catching all this, I dipped the head of my cock into her mouth. Lee happily closed her lips around my knob. Then she did just what was required, proceeding to suck and lick all the remaining cum from my cock head. Rod moved the camera in close, capturing the beauty of Lee's face with still warm cum starting to drip from it.

Only when I was clean and when my cock head was getting too sensitive did I finally release Lee. Not surprisingly she sank back to the bed looking tired, sated and with a grin on her lovely face.

Rod was being quite the gentleman and he fetched a towel so that Lee could clean up in turn. She lay in the middle of the bed, hardly moving with myself and Rod on either side. I could see her eye was uncomfortable from the cumshot it had taken. Lee was still a little out of breath after all her exertions. None of us spoke. It was like we all felt that after such an amazing night no-one should break the spell.

We kissed her and cuddled her in turn, to help bring Lee down from the high. She'd been a slut and a toy for us both. She had performed wonderfully and lived out her great fantasy. Rod and I both wanted to let her know how much we appreciated it.

I was still appreciating her naked body, however. I'd just cum but I wanted to get my fill of Lee before she had to leave. I didn't know at that stage when I might get to enjoy her fruits again. So I gently suckled on her tits, knowing we would both enjoy the soft pleasure. 

After some long minutes Lee had recovered enough to be able to return the appreciation. She hugged and kissed us both. 'Thank you,' she murmured.

I lifted my head up from her tits for a moment to accept her compliment. 'Happy?' I asked her.

'Oh, shit. I cannot believe I waited so long to do this.'

'You were amazing.'

'I have been thinking...I haven't told you...but I am going to organise a party,' promised Lee. Rod and I were both a little non-plussed. Lee had never mentioned a party before. It was sure to be fun if Lee was organising it. What would the occasion be?

Lee went on. 'I am going to have 5 or 6 staff there. And I want you two to be in charge of the staff.'

'So there will be staff,' I said. 'But who will you be inviting to this party?' I asked.

'Just me,' he moaned as I licked her nipples. 'Just me - and all the staff will serve me,' she blurted out. Now the picture was clear.

Rod and I just had to chuckle. It sounded like a great plan. We both assured Lee we'd be more than happy to join the staff at her 'party'. She had plans for recruiting the rest and we talked a while longer about how it all might pan out.

But soon we had to wind up the chat and the evening was where we had to leave it. Rod was getting anxious about needing to get to his own home and I had another early start the next day.




John Does Three with Lee



Rod and I packed up while Lee got dressed. I made sure Lee showed us the damage on her arse cheeks. They still glowed from the beatings I'd given her. She'd wear the bruises for a few days to follow. Lee grinned some more at that thought. I was pleased that she'd given and taken so much - and Lee herself was just as proud at having experienced her first ever threesome.

She was full of confidence and wanting to taste and experience more of what the world held in store for her. That alone made her as sexy as I'd ever see her.

We separated that night with promises and hopes of more to come – soon.

But the postscript to this story is that those future plans never came to fruition. About a month later Lee met someone – a special guy who professed his love for her and showered her with affection and care in the way no man had done before. Quickly Lee found herself loving him back. Her renewed self-confidence gave her the strength to establish a new emotional bond with a man. 

She was happy. Even though she'd had to accept a return to monogamy, Lee was happy. She was ready to give herself to this new man – and to him only.

We lost touch after that. There was no need for me to be cramping Lee's style or distracting her from her new love. But I still think back fondly to my time with Lee. And I still have my copy of the video Rod and I shot that night.



John, Emma, & Sabrina



My name is John and I am a sophomore at a well known university in Phoenix Arizona. In the fall semester, I took a course in philosophy and met an attractive student in that class. Her name was Emma and she was from England. Most of the guys in classes were hot for her. She was tall with long legs and long black hair but her face was rather plain. I think it was her accent that excited us the most. Emma was very nice and sociable with everyone in class although she turned down most the guys offer to go out. 

Emma and I seem to have some connection. Through discussing class topics, helping each other with papers, and having a common love for Jazz, we developed some sort of friendship. 

There was an old Kansas City jazz musician playing for one night at a club near the university and Emma took up my offer to see him play. We spent the evening drinking and listening to great old jazz while finding out more about each other. I found out that Emma lived in a small studio apartment on Mill Avenue and taught dance at a local studio. It provided enough money to supplement her scholarship and pay her way back home for the summer. I was surprised to find out she was older than I was. Emma did not look like she was 25 and she was surprised to learn that I was 20. After the performance, Emma invited me to have a nightcap at her apartment. It turned out to be a very long and pleasant night between those long legs of hers. 

Emma began to spend most of her time with me when she wasn't involved with college or teaching dance. I was in love with her and thought she was the most fascinating and complex person I had met. She seemed to have this rare quality for influencing and directing people without being overt or domineering about it. One weekend I invited Emma to my house for dinner. 

I still lived at home with my mother, Sabrina. During the course of the evening, my mother grew very fond of this English girl I was seeing. My father had died the previous summer and while Sabrina was left financially well off, she had not made a new life for herself. Emma convinced her to take up dance as a way of getting out and meeting new people. Emma taught dance with all ages at the studio and there was a tap class for mainly women in their forties. 

My mother joined and absolutely loved the class. She seemed so much happier and was starting to get over my father's death. Emma was very kind and exceptionally patient with her. Emma learned more about my family. I have two older brothers who are not at home. One is probably a career military person who is in the Middle East right now and the middle brother who was never a good person is having a career at the state penitentiary.I was the youngest of the brothers and my mother's favorite. 

As Emma's trust in me grew, she confided some very personal items about herself to me. She loved to smoke pot which was really no big deal for this campus and that she was bi. It would turn out that Emma was more sexually liberated than I could imagine. 
One day in class, she asked if I would stop by the studio that evening and see her home that evening. The studio was not far from the campus and her apartment. I didn't have that much to do that evening and I walked to the studio around seven. Emma was surprised to see me arrive so early but I asked if I could hang around and watch her teach the dance classes. She seemed pleased and I enjoyed watching the practices. My mother's class was first and they were not bad at the tap routines. Mom was surprised to see me and I talked with her for awhile after her class ended. We must have talked for a half hour while Emma was teaching a class of five to seven year olds.I kissed my mother goodbye and she left. 

Before long, the group of giggling little dancers rushed around me to leave the studio as Emma began her last class of the evening. It was a group of teens from about 14 to 20 who did a variety of different dance styles. These were the kids who started dancing young and stayed with dance through high school. I could see that Emma enjoyed working with this group the most and they needed very little guidance. It was as though they danced with Emma rather than being instructed by her. The time flew by watching them and before long; they were putting on their sweats over their leotards and spandex tights and changing their shoes. Emma left the group and came over to me. 

"Have a good time?" Emma smiled. 

"I really enjoyed watching everyone dance" I said, "I had fun. All done for the evening?" 

"Yes, just need to tidy up a few things and I'll be ready to go" she said. 

I watched her walk away and admired her butt cheeks moving side to side inside her black dance leotards. As I watched her glide around the studio, speaking with students and then the studio owners, I still wondered why she wanted me here? Emma was speaking with one student as they both slipped on some sweats over their dance outfits and donned tennis shoes. They picked up their designer gym bags and walked over to me. The girl walking with Emma was a petite blonde with her hair in a pony tail. 

"John, this is Linda," smiled Emma, "She is going to hang with us for awhile" 

"Hi" say Linda rather shyly 

"Hello" I said back, "I saw you dance tonight, you are very good." 

"Thanks" was all she stammered back 

"Linda's mother asked me to do her a favor" said Emma, "She has to work late tonight and asked if Linda can be with us until her mother can pick her up. That OK with you John?" 

"Sure" I said as the three of us exited the studio and onto the street. Mill Avenue was getting busy as college students were visiting the shops and cafes. It was around nine and dark in the evening but the street lights 
and neon shop signs gave the evening a cozy illuminated glow as we strolled towards Emma's apartment. Occasionally we stopped to look into a shop window or chat with a student we knew passing by. We walked about eight blocks and then turned onto a side street where her apartment was. It was an eight story building of apartments that mainly housed the college students. We entered the main lobby and took the elevator to the fifth floor. 

Emma fished her keys out of her gym bag and unlocked the door. The three of us went in. Emma's apartment was small where one big living area was the living room, bedroom, small kitchen at one end, and off to the side was the loo (as Emma called it) with her toilet and shower. The girls dropped their bags by the door. Linda sat on the Emma's futon couch while I flopped 

on one of the two bean bag chairs. 

Emma paused to set her cell phone in the charging cradle then went to fridge for some drinks. She grabbed some cans of soda then gave us each one. We popped off the cans while Emma turned on her boom box, picked through some stations, and finally chose one. Emma slipped out of her sweats and shoes and sat next to Linda on the futon. I saw Emma whisper into Linda's ear and then Linda nodded her head yes. Linda started to remove her sweats and shoes while Emma returned to the fridge. Emma dimmed the lights and she returned to the futon with a small tin and a bong. I had smoked a few times with Emma but I was surprised that she was lighting up with company. 

She placed some weed from the tin into the bong and grabbed a pack of matches from a side table. I watched Emma strike a match then place it next to the weed while she inhaled on the bong. The bong glowed on its' own as Emma exhaled a puff of smoke. Emma in her black leotards handed the bong to Linda in her black leotards who inhaled deeply. She slowly exhaled her smoke as she handed it to me. I took a hit and immediately started to relax. Emma had some very potent stuff! The bong was returned to Emma as comments about the potency were uttered by Linda and myself. 

Emma smiled wickedly then took another puff. She held her breath for a second then leaned over to Linda. Her lips met Linda's then Emma exhaled deeply into Linda's mouth. Linda smiled as smoke drifted from her lips then she returned Emma's kiss with her tongue deep into Emma's mouth. Emma handed the bong into Linda's hands while the kiss continued. As Linda raised the bong to her lips, Emma started a line of light kisses down Linda's neck. Linda held her puff then exhaled as Emma clasped the zipper talon of Linda's leotard and moved it down to her waist. Linda expressed a silly grin and passed the bong to me. Emma tugged the shoulders of Linda's leotard and pulled it down to her waist. 

As I took the last puff, I could not help but stare at Linda's body. She was nude from the waist up. She had no tan (unusual for living in Phoenix) and her pale white skin made her blonde hair look lighter than before. She was very flat chested with small pink nipples that harden to the size of small dimes. It made my cock hard to look at her. Emma stood up and walked over to me and retrieved the bong, giving me a wicked smile. Emma placed the bong on the side table then unzipped her outfit and slid the leotard to her ankles. I didn't realize that their dance outfits had bras and panties built into them and that the girls were basically in nude when they wore them. 

Emma moved behind the futon couch and wrapped her arms around Linda's nude shoulders. She gave Linda a slight hug as she began to lightly lick the edges of her ear lobes. Her left hand slightly moved down to caress her small breast and nipple while her right hand glided across her chest and into the waist band of Linda's leotard. I watched as Emma's hand moved under the stretch material of the leotard. This sensuous smile broke across Linda's lips as the hand in her leotards started to explore her pussy. I was enjoying the show as Emma was just beginning to please her dance student. Since I was feeling no pain except for my aching cock, I stood up and began to strip off my clothes. Once naked, I positioned the bean bag chair in front of Linda watching her being finger fucked by Emma and they could watch me stroke my cock. 

I could see Emma's finger pulsing under the material as she pushed her digit in and out of Linda's pussy. Linda was moaning as the movement went faster. Linda let out a gasp and raised up her hips for a few seconds then relaxed back on the futon while Emma kept fingering her. I enjoyed watching them but I wanted to see Linda being finger fucked not just the movement under her leotard. I let go of my cock and kneeled in front of Linda. I stretched out my arms and grasped the waistband of her leotard. In one smooth sliding motion, the leotard glided off her body revealing Emma's finger plunging deep in Linda's smooth soft pussy. I returned to the bean bag chair and stroked. Linda moaned loader and raised her hips again, only higher and harder into Emma's fingers. 

It took longer for Linda to relax and ease back onto the couch. Emma just smiled and gave Linda a light kiss on her cheek. Emma worked the back mechanism of the futon and lowered the back of the futon turning it into a bed. She moved to the side and pulled the limp Linda by her ankles across the futon. Linda was flat on back across the futon with her legs dangling off the edge. Emma glided onto the futon and rested her nude body on top of Linda's and gave her a deep kiss. Emma broke the kiss and maneuvered her 

body over Linda where their pussies were in each other's face. 

I could see from Emma's face that Linda's tongue was exploring her pussy but all I really could see was her blond ponytail sticking out from between Emma's long spread legs. Emma pushed her own long black aside where I could see her tongue and lips please Linda's smooth pussy. Linda's hips were almost at the edge of the futon with her dangling legs spread wide, I had a great view of Emma's mouth work. Linda touched a good spot as Emma raised her head and moaned loudly, then returned to sucking on her student's clit. I could hear Linda breathe heavily from between Emma's legs then heard Emma softly call my name. 

"John" she whispered softly. 

I slowly stood up with my cock bobbing up and down and went the step or two towards the futon. I watched the patch of blond hair move behind Emma's butt as I leaned my head towards Emma's face. 

"Fuck her John" she moaned, "Lift her legs and fuck her while I eat her pussy" 

Emma could not have been more persuasive. I took Linda by her ankles and raised her milky white firm legs in the air. I rested her feet against my shoulders and gazed at the smooth wet pussy I was going to fuck. I placed one hand on my cock and guided along the wide open lips of her pussy then into Emma's mouth. Emma slowly licked over my cock head spreading my precum evenly with her tongue. I popped my cock from her mouth and she resumed licking Linda's clit as I slowly slipped my cock between the furrow of her pussy lips. My cock moved down then slightly forward where my head rested at the edge of her pussy hole. Having targeted the right spot, I slowly pushed my cock into Linda. Linda was not a virgin but she was extremely tight and I heard gasp "oh god" as I very slowly entered her. Once my cock was completely in her, I wondered if I was going to be able to pull it out as her pussy held me tight.  

I was able to pull back an inch and push forward several times then was able to begin some long stokes into Linda. She was moaning and I could hear her muffle her sounds against Emma's pussy. Emma was smiling as she continued to suck on Linda's clit as my cock pumped in and out. Linda's hips began to buck up and down in a series of orgasms intensifying the tight hold of her pussy on me. Linda pried her face away from Emma's legs and screamed out in pleasure as I began to pump faster. Emma knew the signs that I was going to cum soon. She placed her hand on Linda's pussy and pulled my cock out of her then into her mouth. She knew me well as I pushed my cock forward into Emma's mouth and groaned, shooting my cum down her throat. I watched as Emma's throat moved and contracted, swallowing every drop. 



Finished, I dropped on the floor and rested while Emma rolled off of Linda. 

After several minutes of complete silence, Emma glanced at the kitchen clock and whispered to Linda, "You need to get ready, your mum will be picking you up soon." I watched as Emma stood up and offering her hand to a shaky Linda, helped her from the futon. They hugged and kissed for a second then they headed into the loo. I moved myself onto one of the bean bag chairs and listened as the water from the shower was spraying and the girls giggled. I must have dozed off for awhile as the next thing I knew, Emma was helping me into the futon with her. 

"Where's Linda?" I asked. 

"You are such a sleepy head" smiled Emma, "We had just dressed back into our dancing gear when her mum called from her cell tele. She had just pulled up in her car when we walked out of the building." 

"Emma, that was so wild" I said, "I have never been in a threesome before. 

Linda was so tight, at first I thought she was a virgin." 

Emma grinned and said, "You were the first cock she has ever had. I popped her cherry a few weeks ago when we were fingering each other. I hadn't planned it, it just happened." 

"Are you always that close to your dance students?" I asked. 

"Oh, I am close to all my students but I have only been sexually involved with one or two since I've been teaching dance." Emma smiled, "Actually my first bi experience was with my dance instructor when I was younger. 

It is not uncommon in the dance business but the situation does not often present itself. Linda is very bright and very open about life where she would have had some bisexual experience whether it was me or someone else." 

"I hope she enjoyed herself" I grinned, "I would like to do that again." 

"Maybe" said Emma, "Linda's mom is a boozer with boyfriends. The dance 

class gives her a chance to party and sometimes if she planning a longer night, I volunteer to stay with Linda until then. I know that she really isn't working late. So since you have rested, it's time for you to put that cock in me tonight." 



Emma and I began to make love. While not as tight or wild as Linda, Emma was more fun and skilled in the bedroom. We cuddled together after we had finished, exchanging light passionate kisses. It seems that the weed effects had not entirely worn off as we were still in the mood for chat. We talked 

more about Linda, some of Emma's past experiences with sex, and mine. 

"Well Emma, there is no way I can compete with you in that department" I said, "I have been with a few partners but really haven't experienced the variety of sex you have" 

Emma smiled, "You have had such a sheltered life, John. Even though you have been with a few women, you really haven't expanded your sexuality or been in the right circumstances to try new things. Not that is neither good or bad, it is just the world you live in." 

"I suppose you are right" I said sleepily. 

"Well until you met me" laughed Emma. "I suppose that I will be that big bad influence in your life." Emma reached over and tickled her fingers against my stomach. I laughed and then reached over with both hands and began to tickle her. For a few minutes we wrestled on the futon, laughing and tickling, then we relaxed to catch our breath from laughing. 

"Oh I am going to miss you this summer." teased Emma, "I don't know what I will do back home without you." 
"I can't convince you to stay here" I asked rather seriously. 

"It is way too hot in this town during the summer" laughed Emma, "Seriously, I do have to visit my family. I get lonely for them and they miss me. Besides you can visit all your other tarts when I'm gone." 

"You are my only wench" I retorted back, "I imagine you have some friends that you play with over the summer." 

"Could be" Emma coyly smiled and while running her finger over my chest, she asked, "I know we have talked about many things, but what do you think about family fun?" 



"Em, what do you mean by family fun" I asked rather confused. 

"Well, incest" she said quietly. 

"I've never really thought about it" I said, "Why do you ask?" 

"Well, my brother and I have this thing for each other" she said very seriously, "It has been going on for some time and when I'm home during the summers, we sleep together. I don't know if this shocks you or angers you or not?" 

I was still feeling the effects of Emma's strong weed and couldn't think hard about it. "I guess I'm OK with it" I said, "It's very different, I can't say that I'm shocked or jealous or anything. I'm really not happy if you were sleeping with other men this summer but your brother…man, I don't know." 

Emma proceeded to tell me her story about her relationship with her brother. 

Apparently they are the only siblings in their family and they were always 

close. In their early teens, they started to experiment with sex and with each other. Their experimentation grew as they grew older and while they both have separate lives; they still maintain that sexual closeness. After hearing her talk about it, I think I was OK with her relationship with her brother. I really preferred it to her being with other men when she was home. I guess that I didn't see him as a threat to my relationship with Emma. I was actually getting turned on listening to the forbidden stuff they did. 

"So you see John, this something very special between my brother and I" 

smiled Emma, "I think you understand." 

"I do" I said back reassuringly. 
"It is special and something intensely sexual about it" she grinned, "I guess since it is so forbidden in our cultures, it intensifies the sexuality of it. Too bad you didn't have a sister to play with." 

"I wish I had a sister" I smiled, "Those two brothers of mine were no fun growing up with." 

"Well you are your mum's fav." Emma grinned, "I'm sure she tried to make your life a little easier growing up. You talks about you quite a bit after the class." 




John, Emma, & Sabrina



"Good stuff I hope" I said. 

"Always" Emma smiled, "I don't think you realize how much she relies on you with your father gone and your brothers out of touch. She is closer to you than you think." 

"I do take her for granted" I said quietly, "She does so much for me like laundry and stuff and I know I don't thank her at all." 

"She understands" Emma said, "She knows college and I consume your time but she remembers how it was when she was young. She loves you very much and you mean quite a lot to her." I just nodded in agreement and Emma started to laugh, "Maybe we should have a little fun with your mum!" 

I chuckled back but said, "Emma, I don't think there is that much connection for that." 

Emma smiled and said, "Well luv, it's like they say never say never." With that we rested for a moment and then fell asleep after a very busy evening. 

Over the next few weeks, the vision of Linda stayed in my mind more so than anything else that was done or said that night. I did start being nicer to my mother and paid more attention to her. I had realized what she had done for me all these years and what she continued to do for me even as I grew older. I started to look at her in a different way. 

Sabrina was very attractive for being 45 and always had reminded me of an older Tina Fey from Saturday Night Live. She had the same type of hair style and color plus she had the same impish smile. She had not gained weight after having 3 boys and still looked very much like her wedding photos done back in the late 70's. The dancing classes were keeping her in shape and did a lot to keep her socially active after dad's death. My biggest change was that I noticed my mother as an attractive woman not just as my mom anymore. 

It was getting close to the Christmas holidays and the college semester ended. Emma and I were taking a bath together by candlelight when she began to tell me about the holiday dance recitals. The dance studio was holding their annual recitals at a high school auditorium close by. Her classes as well the other instructors' classes would be doing dance numbers for an audience of student relatives and friends. Even my mother's class was doing a tap number that night. Emma asked if I would use my digital camera and take pictures of her students. I had nothing special going on as semester was over and was glad to do it. 

It was very cold for Phoenix on the Friday evening in December when the recital was being held. I brought my mother with me as there was no point in taking two cars to this event. Sabrina had on her recital outfit under a warm 

coat to cover herself. She was very excited about performing and continued to chat all the way to the auditorium. The sound of her taps echoed in the empty hallways of the school as we walked to the auditorium doors. It was an hour prior to the opening performance and I saw Emma with several of the other instructors making their last minute arrangements. Sabrina and I waited until Emma was done and went over to chat with her. 

"Oh I'm so glad that you are here already" smiled Emma, "I hope you remembered to bring your camera?" I raised the camera from my jacket to show her that I had brought it. "Oh good, you are such a dear. Sabrina, go through that side door and get together with your class. Now John, I am going to have each of my classes come out on stage where I want you to take a group shot of each class. Then I want you to shot pictures while they are performing their routines tonight. There is a section for studio personnel in the first 3 rows on the right side of the auditorium. Sit there and I think that you can get most of your shots without moving too much." 

Emma gave me a nice kiss and rushed to the back stage. I picked an empty seat where I thought I could do most of the photos. I watched as instructors moved back and forth across the stage, checking the lighting and the sound. 

Emma walked and motioned to me. Class by class came out on stage and after Emma arranged them in a group pose, I took several shots of each class. Linda turned her head around from over her shoulder gave me a wild look and big smile as her class was leaving the stage. The next class was the one my mother was in. Her group had very elaborate costumes. The women had on these one piece shiny gold body suits with red sequined coats and tails, red top hats, black fishnet stockings, and black tap walking sticks. I looked at my mother with the heavier stage makeup on and she looked very hot. 



After the group photos, the dancers retired backstage or in the reserved section of the auditorium. People started to come in and take seats to watch the recital. Shortly the house lights lowered and studio owners came on stage to give a small speech and introduction. Soon the different classes came on stage and did their routines. The class routines were from very young children barely stumbling around stage to the older ones who were very good and polished. I took photos of all of the class routines that Emma taught although I probably took too many close—ups of Linda and my mom. There were still several numbers to go when Emma came by me. 

"John, I have to stay here for the next numbers even though all my classes have performed. Then I have some admin items still to do. This has been really an exceptional evening and I am very proud of all my students. I have some wine and cheese in the fridge at my place. When your mom is ready to leave, take her to my place and we will have a little post recital party. Take my spare key and I'll see you two later." 

I took the key from her hand and after giving me a quick kiss, Emma headed backstage. I watched the last few routines and then all the dancers came on stage for a last bow and curtain call. These were the last shots for the night. 

The crowd began to file out of the auditorium with many of the dancers leaving with their parents or friends. Sabrina came over to where I was sitting. Mom was still in her dance costume and carrying her top hat and coat. 

I complimented her on her performance as I helped her on with her coat. I wrapped her arm around mine as we left the auditorium and walked across the parking lot as her shoes tapped all the way to my car. She was very excited about having some wine with Emma and I. She said Emma was so thoughtful to do this after the recital. I parked close to Emma's apartment building and ushered her up to the fifth floor. 

After unlocking her apartment and flipping on the light switch, I took my mother's coat and hung it in the apartment's only closet. Sabrina looked around and said, "So this is where you spend all your time." She removed her red dance coat with the tails, neatly folded it, and handed it to me along with her top hat. She retained her purse and cheerfully said, "I going to wash off this stage makeup and I'll be out in a second." I walked over the end table and placed her folded coat and hat on the table. I fished the digital camera from my pocket and placed it there as well. 



I decided to relax for a second and was going to sit in my favorite the bean bag chairs but they were gone. I thought that I would ask Emma about that when she returned but in the mean time, I spread out on the futon couch. Mom's "any second" turned into 15 minutes in Emma's bathroom and I killed that time fiddling with her stereo for a good jazz station and setting up three wine glasses. I decided to check the fridge for the wine and cheese as Sabrina came out of the bathroom. Her freshly washed face was radiant with her natural looking make up. I handed her the plate of cheese which she placed on the coffee table then sat on the futon. I took a corkscrew and popped open the bottle of merlot. I walked over and was about to pour the wine into the glasses and I hear the deadbolt opening on the apartment door. 

Emma poked her head in and asked, "Is everybody here?" 

Mom said, "Hi Emma, we were about to start the party without you." 

Emma walked in and said, "Sorry I'm a bit late but it took longer to close than I thought. I want to say how proud I am of your group, Sabrina. You were so good." Mom was beaming over the compliment from her teacher. 

"Well give me a second to change" and she headed into the bathroom. 
"Pour the wine, John" my mother said softly, "It will give the red a few minutes to breathe while Emma is changing." 

I poured the wine to equal levels in each glass and set down next to my mom. Emma came out of the bathroom in her white terrycloth robe and sat on the other side of my mother. 

"I hope you don't mind if I wear this but I just want to relax and be comfortable." she said, "This was been such a busy day, busy week too" 

"OK with me" I said, "By the way what happened to the bean bag chairs?" 

"The stitching in the back finally broke open and the plastic pellets were coming out" she said, "Cheryl from our math class, you know Cheryl, is fixing them. The stitching was been going buggers for awhile and finally ripped open." 

"You have bean bag chairs" said Sabrina, "I haven't seen those since I was in college. I didn't know they were back in style." 

"Yeah" said Emma, "A lot of the old hippie stuff is back. I don't have any rooms or I'd have hanging beads at doorways too." 

Sabrina drank some wine and said, "Those were the good old days. I loved the couple of years in college. I had so much fun." 

"What was it like back then?" asked Emma looking through her wine glass at my mother, "When were the good old days?" 

 "Actually the real hippies times were really gone" said Sabrina, "We are talking around the late seventies but the style had become mainstream. You know everyone had bell bottoms and longer hair, sex was very open, and pot was too." 

"Sounds like that not much as changed" I laughed "What was campus life like?" 

"I went from high school in Georgia to college in California" Sabrina said smiling, "Everyone wanted to go to college in California. The first year was mainly partying in the dorms, drinking, getting high, going to concerts. I met your father the second year, fell in love, married him, he graduated that year in engineering, we left to phoenix on a job offer, two houses, three kids, and here we are" 

"Has it been awhile since you smoked some pot?" teased Emma 

"I haven't smoked any since college." said Sabrina, "but there are times that I have smelled it, like from a passing car or something, and there is a rush of memories that come to mind." 

"Would you like to smoke some now?" asked Emma with a grin. 
My mother thought for a second and then said, "As long as everyone else having some, I will. It might be fun to see if it like how I remembered the old days. John, you won't be mad or think less of me?" 

"Never, mom" I said, "I never saw you smoke or heard you talk about it but I just assumed that everyone did it back then. People just got more conservative in the 80's, got married, or whatever and didn't smoke anymore." 

Emma went over to the fridge and came back with a tin and a packet of rolling papers. She handed them to Sabrina and said, "You remember how to roll one?" 

Sabrina smiled, "I can try. They say it is like a bicycle and you never forget how." She took a paper from the packet and cupped it in her hand. She took a pinch of weed from the tin and placed it on the paper. She added another pinch and in a very deft motion, rolled the paper between her fingers and palm. Emma and I were very surprised how good she rolled it. She twisted the ends and said, "Is this OK?" 

"You get straight A's for that one" I joked. 

"I guess you never forget how" smiled my mother, "It has been many years but we had a lot of practice in college." She took one end and twisted around her lips and then repeated the action with the other end. "Now if we only had candlelight, it would be like my dorm room back then." Then she handed the joint to Emma. 

"I think we can make that happen." I walked to where the matches were stashed. I placed a flame to the joint as Emma inhaled deeply, continued to light several candles around the room, and then turned off the light switch. I stopped and let my eyes adjust to the darkened room. I returned to the futon and sat down next to my mother as she inhaled her first weed in many years. I took a quick drink of wine before the joint was passed to me. I inhaled and let my body start to relax. 

"So, is it like the old days?" smiled Emma 

"I don't know if it just because I haven't tried it in a long time or if this is really potent stuff or both, but I haven't felt this good in years." My mom said and then grinned and slightly laughed. 

"Well it is very strong weed" I said, "The best always comes across the border into our town. You feel OK?" 

"Oh I feel very nice" Sabrina said, I was just thinking about something." 

"From the smile on your face" grinned Emma, "It looks like you brought back a very good memory. SEX?" 

Sabrina actually blushed and then started to giggle, "It was just back then. 

At the sorority houses, on Friday nights we'd smoke in the nude. If you didn't have a date, everyone hung out there and smoked naked with your friends." 

"Cool" was all I could say, trying not to choke on some wine. 

"Well that still happens" smiled Emma, "Probably not as common as in the seventies but still happens more than one would think. Maybe a little more underground or discrete now. Maybe we should do that? What do you think?" 

I could see that Emma was using her persuasive powers now and all I could say was, "I'm in if everyone else is." 

My mother took a sip of wine and said, "Hmmm I don't know. I don't look as good as back then. John might get embarrassed besides his naked mom." 

"And you wouldn't be?" teased Emma. 

"I've seen him nude before and I guess he has seen me once, I guess. I'm more open and liberal than you might think" she smiled, "Even though I'm John's mother, I'm OK if we were all naked." 

Emma took a puff of weed and said, "Why not?" She handed the joint to Sabrina and then stood up. She untied the strip of terry cloth holding her robe together and let the robe slid off her shoulders and onto the ground. Emma had been nude under the robe and now exhibited her beautiful lithe body for all to see. She sat back on the futon and grinned. Sabrina stared at Emma for a few seconds while inhaling some smoke and turned to hand the joint to me. As she turned, Emma clasped the zipper of at the back of Sabrina's dance outfit and moved it from neck to waist. 

My mother laughed and said, "You don't waist any time." I inhaled the last bit of weed as my mother wiggled out of her gold dance outfit, pushing it past her hips and off her ankles. It was one piece with the stockings attached and she had to pull the remaining stocking pieces from off each leg. I stared at how beautiful my mother was. She wore a black bra and black stretch lace panties under the dance outfit. She had a great shape for 45. My cock was starting to harden some being around two beautiful undressed women. She was a bit dizzy after removing her stockings and straightening up. She seemed to have trouble trying to reach behind herself and unhook her bra. 

Emma chuckled, "It has been awhile for you. You know you shouldn't bend over like that right after smoking. The dizziness will go away in a few minutes. Let John help you with that. He is quite handy with those things." 

My mom stopped trying to reach behind her back and slightly turned her back to me. I reached with both hands and unhooked the two clasps holding her black bra together. I got very excited about doing this as I was stripping a very intimate piece of clothing from my mother. I went a step further and slowly slid the unhooked bra off my mother's shoulders and onto the coffee table. I had never really had a good look at Sabrina's breasts before. They were beautiful for her age. They were small and still retained a very round shape even though their firmness left with age. Her nipples were small and brown and I wished I could remember when I was an infant when I could suck and feel them as I pleased. 

Mom smiled and whispered "Thank you." She seemed to have overcome her dizziness by then. She slid her thumbs into the elastic of her black lace panties and tugged them at the hips, sliding the panties to her knees. Rather then getting dizzy again from bending down, Sabrina used one leg to slide her panties completely off to one ankle and used her other leg to kick them off. I loved her in those black lace panties as she looked very sexy in them and almost wished she would have kept them on. I had been removing my clothing as my mother had been shedding hers. With a final toss of my briefs to the floor, the three of us were sitting nude on Emma's futon. 

We continued to drink the wine and the munchies had set in. Soon all the cheese was consumed quickly. Emma and Sabrina were talking so much that I lost track of most of their conversation and probably they didn't remember what they were talking about five minutes either. They were laughing about something when Sabrina said, "I'll probably wake tomorrow and not remember any of this" 

Emma rose from the futon and said, "I can fix that" then grabbed the digital camera from the side table. She aimed the lens at my mother and then a flash of bright light bounced across the room. "You can put this on your refrigerator. Let's do another" Emma picked up the red top hat and placed it on my head. Stepping back a few feet, Emma snapped another shot with my mother, and I with the top hat. She showed us the pic in back viewing screen and we doubled up in laughter. After the laughing died down, Emma said to Sabrina, "You take some shots of us." 

Sabrina slowly rose and took the camera from Emma. You could see she was still shaky and slightly dizzy. Thank god for cameras with autofocus and a steady camera feature or none of the pictures would have been more than blurred motion. Mom took several of Emma and I sitting together then Emma knocked out the top hat and mom took a couple of us kissing together. 

"You are such a cute couple" grinned my mother 

"Hold the next shot" asked Emma. Then she pulled my shoulders towards her where I was laying on back with my head on her lap and my hard cock sticking up in the air. "OK shoot another" grinned Emma. As the flashes were going off, I could feel my cock in the grip of Emma's fist. I could hear Sabrina lightly chuckle while I looked up at Emma's wicked smile. Then she said, "Your turn to pose with John." 

Sabrina handed the camera to Emma as mom and I positioned our bodies side by side. Emma took a few shots then directed mom to lean over behind me where her chin was resting on my shoulder. I felt the faint touch of her nipples touch my back which increased the excitement I was feeling that evening. Sabrina walked over and then handed me the camera. I moved away to get some shots of Emma and my mother side by side. The camera disk had run of space after that shot which ended our photo session. 
"That looks like about it for the camera." I said, "No more room on the disk" 

"That's OK" said Emma, "Fun while it lasted" Then Emma moved away from my mother and sat at an angle on the futon which took up most of the sitting space. Emma stuck her tongue out at me then grinned. 

"Now where am I supposed to sit?" I teased back. 



"Lose your spot?" teased Emma, "Maybe you will have to lay on our laps. The couch shrunk. It isn't big enough for the three of us anymore." 

I poured the last of the wine into the glasses and tried to figure out what Emma was up to. She was more playful and persuasive than usual. Emma looked at me and padded her lap with her hands. I figure I would play along and see what she was up to. Emma had to lay across both of their laps with my butt on Emma's and my head on Sabrina's. I could my mother smiling at Emma's teasing and taking another drink of wine but could feel Emma's hand curling around my cock. 




John, Emma, & Sabrina



"Emma looked down at me and said, "Your little boy has had so much excitement this evening. Look how hard he is." 

Sabrina almost choked on her wine at first. She said, "He certainly has grown up since I last saw him naked." 

"Hmm, when was that" asked Emma as her hands slightly rubbed my cock. 

"I saw him playing with himself when he was younger." my mother grinned, "I didn't say anything and let him have his privacy." 

"Aww mom" I uttered in embarrassment. 

"You are open minded like you said before" said Emma, "Most mothers would have scolded their kids. That was very cool of you. Is John as big as his dad?" 

Sabrina looked over and laughed, "Oh John is bigger. My husband was a good lover but to tell the truth, he was only about 5 inches. You are so lucky." 

Emma asked, "How so?" 

"Well," paused my mom, "I miss my husband a lot. While I have made new friends and kept myself busy, I miss that physical touch. I was used to having sex fairly often and it has been a long time. I miss feeling that touch and giving that touch." 

Emma held my mothers hand with her left hand while her other hand was still busy, and said, "Sabrina, it's OK. We understand." 

It was very quiet for a minute as Emma held my mothers hand, only the music from the jazz station was heard. After a few moments of silence, Emma slowly guided my mother's hand. I felt my mother's fingers against my cock as both of Emma's hands held my mother's hand in place. Sabrina did not pull away nor resist having her hand there. "Oh my" was all I heard my mother whisper. 

Emma slowly guided my mother's fingers around my cock. Holding her fingers in place Emma softly whispered, "Doesn't that feel nice?"  My mother slightly nodded her head in agreement. Emma then guided Sabrina's hand slowly up and slowly down. She whispered again, "He is so big and hard. John is more your friend than your son. It is really OK to do this." Emma continued this motion then lightly removed her hands. Mom continued to softly and slowly stroke my cock. Emma whispered again, "John loves someone to touch him. You are making him feel so good. 

See his precum oozing over your fingers. Your touch has really excited him." 

Mom watched her hand massage my cock for awhile and then looked down at my face in her lap. Sabrina gave this special smile which was like the smile she used to give me when I was a baby. "Are you comfortable with this?" she asked in a very quiet and soothing voice. 

"Please don't stop" I whispered, "I love this. I love you." Sabrina placed a kiss on the fingers of her left hand and then touched those fingers to my lips. I ran the tip of my tongue against the edges of her fingertips then surrounded her index finger with my lips and sucked her finger into my mouth. 

Emma was enjoying Sabrina's motherly hand affection. She slowly moved towards the edge of the futon as not to disturb the motion of my mother's hand job. My butt was now on the futon and I slightly lifted my legs to let Emma slide out from underneath me. Emma moved to the back of the futon and worked the mechanism to lower the futon from a couch to a bed position. The futon was now flat. Emma remained standing and watched as Sabrina still sitting upright was stroking her son with one hand and her son 

performed sensuous oral foreplay on her other hand. 

Emma climbed onto the futon on her hands and knees. She crawled behind Sabrina and whispered into her ear, "This is so beautiful. I have never seen a more erotic moment than right now." My mother nodded blissfully. "I think 

it's time that you just let go and taste him." Emma at her most persuasive, put her hand at the back of Sabrina's neck and guided her head towards my cock. Mom offered no resistance and slid from underneath me maneuvering on to all fours as well. Emma stopped short where Sabrina's lips were a millimeter from the tip of my cock. Emma removed her hand and mom voluntarily pushed the head of my cock between her lips. I lifted my head up to see mom still stroking me with one hand and guiding my cock into her mouth. Her hand let go of my cock and she used her hand to help steady herself on the futon. 

Mom lips glided up and down the length of my cock. Mom really knew how to give a blow job. I leaned my head back on the futon to see Emma smiling from a few feet above me. She was kneeling next to Sabrina and massaging her hands across mom's back while mom continued to suck me. Emma ran her index finger along the crack of Sabrina's butt and guided it between her legs. Emma's finger were welcomed into the wet lips of Sabrina's pussy. Mom first uttered "OH" and then moaned an "AHH" as Emma's finger pushed deep into Sabrina. Emma began to finger fuck my mom and felt her breasts with her other hand. I laid back watching Emma's slim finger move in and out of my mother's pussy as mom's mouth worked faster on my cock. 

I was truly getting the best blow job of my life. I caressed my mother's face and played with her hair as she lips continued to slide on my cock. I wondered why I never tried anything with my mom before? It was obvious that we both were enjoying each other. Mom was grinding her hips against Emma's hand and I could feel vibrations on my cock as she moaned in pleasure. Mom slipped my cock from her mouth as she screamed in orgasm as Emma's pushed hard into her. Sabrina was quiet for a second on all fours with her head hanging down as she enjoyed the pleasure she missed for so many months rush through body. 

Emma slowly removed her finger from Sabrina and placed it into her mouth. 

She smiled and winked as she sucked on her own finger. Then she leaned down and whispered, "It's time to really please your mom." She helped me get up and onto my knees. I obediently followed the soft pushing of her hands. I really wanted to fuck my mother. Sabrina was still in orgasm land as I moved between her legs. I placed my hands on each cheek, feeling their round smoothness as my cock was inches away from her pussy. I moved my hands along each cheek then up and down each side of Mom's hips. I knew that if I wanted to stop, now was the time but I knew what I was doing and what I wanted. My hands firmly but softly held my mother's hips as I placed my cock in between her open wet pussy lips. Then I pushed in and it felt so good. 

Emma had moved and was sitting with her legs crossed in front of my mother. She told me later that when I first started to enter my mom that Sabrina's eyes opened very wide. Then mom had closed her eyes and this big sensuous smile and pleased look came over her face. I had my cock pushed all the way into my mother and I had never felt so excited, so hot, or so nasty in my life. As I slowly began to pump my cock in and out of Sabrina, I looked up to see Emma touching herself in front of my mother. I also heard mom quietly say, "fuck me Johnny, fuck real good." 

I was pumping her faster and could feel mom's hips slightly rotate and push back to meet my cock. Emma was enjoying the show and she one hand in her pussy and the other on her clit. I pushed it hard then leaned on top of Sabrina's back. I reached around and felt her breasts as my stomach rested on her back and my cock rotated firmly inside her. We swayed in that position for awhile and I could feel her orgasms and heard her moan as we slightly rocked back and forth. Soon I was ready to explode myself. I resumed my original position and began to pump my cock as hard and as fast as I could into my mom. 
Sabrina was slightly screaming and slightly moaning in pleasure while sweat was pouring down my body. I couldn't hold back any longer and pushed hard, shooting my cum into her. It seemed like an eternity that cum was pouring out of me as waves of pleasure set my brain on fire. We stayed like that for a minute or so, then Mom and I collapsed on the futon. My mother lay flat on her stomach while I was limp on top of her with my cock slowly starting to slip out of her. I could hear Emma having a big orgasm but was too tired to look up at her. 

Moments past then I felt Emma's hand caressing my hair and my mothers. I rolled over beside my mother and just looked at her for awhile. She appeared to be very blissful. Emma snuggled next to me and within minutes the three of us fell asleep. About three in the morning, I felt this hand shaking my shoulder and awakening from my sleep. 

"John wake up" said Sabrina 

"Unnnnnn" I uttered half asleep. 

"John, I want to go home right now."  She whispered 

"OK" I said as I slowly rose from my sleep. I looked at Emma who passed out and snoring. Quietly I dressed as my mother slid back into her dance outfit then removed her coat from the closet. I looked around in the dim light and saw that mom still had her under garments, tap shoes, and top hat lying on the floor. I pointed to them and whispered "You want me to bring those?" 

"You or Emma can bring them later" she sighed, "I just need to go." We silently slipped out of Emma's apartment and went to my car. It was still very dark outside but illuminated by a bright full moon and I walked slowly as mom was in only stocking covered feet. There were no words spoken on the drive home and even though mom rested her head on my shoulder, I thought I was in big trouble. I pulled into the garage and helped mom into the house. She took my hand and I followed her into her bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and I sat next to her, still holding her hand. 

"John, I never would have imagined this evening ever in my life" mom quietly said. "I enjoyed you like no man in my life." 

"Mom, I know that I'm in big trouble and I never meant to hurt you" I apologized. 

"You didn't hurt me" said Sabrina rather surprised. 

"What was the rush to leave? I thought you were mad at me." I asked 

"It was my back." smiled Sabrina, "That futon was not very comfortable for me and I was having back spasms from it. Those spasms are very painful and instead of screaming, I stayed quiet. I hope you understand that I'm not mad at you or anything. Just the opposite." 

"You are feeling better now" I asked 
"Yes, the vibration from riding in the car eased the muscles" then she said in a big grin, "But I was feeling much better earlier in the evening." 

"I was too" I said quietly. 

"Look" she said seriously, "What we did is not what a mother and son are supposed to do. Before tonight, I would have never thought of sleeping with you. As things happened, I have a new way of looking at our relationship and I'm comfortable with tonight. You made me very happy. I'm still beat from this evening and need to rest but I want you to sleep with me." 

She held the sides of my face with both hands looking at me with her glowing smile and gave me a light kiss. All I could do was smile back and nod my head yes. I watched my mother remove her dance outfit again and slide under her bed sheets. I stripped off my clothing and pressed my nude body against hers. Soon we both fell back asleep. The sun was coming through the curtains as I woke up. I found the sheets were left pulled off and mom was playfully twirling my half hard cock. 

"Good morning" she smiled, "You sleep good?" 

"Yeah" I said and smelled fresh perfume on mom, "Even nicer to wake up. You been up for awhile?" 

"Oh maybe an hour" she smiled, "I had my coffee and showered." 

"Why don't you grab a shower and come back to bed?" she said playfully. 

"I'll be out in a few minutes" I said happily. I went into mom's bathroom and stepped into her shower. I had seen her bathroom many times but it was the first time I ever used her shower. I had the water hot as I soaped the effects of last night from my body. I shut the water off, stepped out, and dried out with a towel. I opened the medicine cabinet and found an unwrapped toothbrush to freshen with and I found a bottle of my father's cologne still on the shelf. I put a little on and walked out of the bathroom feeling the colder bedroom air rush against my warm body. As I climbed into bed, I could tell that mom recognized the familiar scent and broadly smiled. 

We kissed and tenderly felt each other's body. I almost couldn't believe that I was going to fuck my mom again. I was sucking on her hard little nipples and wanted to show how talented my tongue was. It may have been too soon but I ran my tongue down her chest to where her legs met. 

Sabrina whispered, "Oh Johnny" as I spread her legs and placed my tongue on the edges of her pussy lips. I slid the tip of my tongue along the drier edges of her lips and explored between them, finding her very moist. Mom tasted very fresh although a bit more acidic than the girls I had been with. My tongue twisted around her clit and I continued to play with it for a few minutes before sucking it into my mouth. Sabrina gasped then let out an "Ooohh" sound. Her hands caressed the sides of my face and played with my hair as my tongue continued to play in her pussy playground.   

Mom was having small orgasms as I tongued her clit fast and hard. Sabrina was surprisingly loud when she said, "Oh god, I can't take it anymore, I have got to have your cock in me. NOW!" I reluctantly removed my tongue and kissed me way back to her neck. I lay on my mother feeling her hard nipples press into my chest as my hand guided my cock into her pussy. As I pushed in, mom wrapped her legs around my hips. She was moaning as her legs moved in rhythm with my thrusting hips. I enjoyed the closeness of mom's skin rubbing against mine but I knew that I was going to cum soon. I reached behind and unwrapped her legs and put her ankles on my shoulders. 

I was now pushing my cock deeper as Sabrina screamed "Oh god" in ecstatic pleasure. She stared directly into my eyes as I pumped my cock in her faster and faster. It was as though her blue eyes were looking directly into my brain as my breathing grew heavier and faster. Cum began pouring from my cock into my mother as I made my final hard thrush and heard mom cry "Oohh" as hot white semen filled and pleased her body. 

We laid there for a few moments, limp in each other's embrace. I slowly rolled onto my back as we tried to get our breath. "Oh that was good!" my mother said breathlessly, "I think that was better than last night." And slightly laughing, "If I remember from last night." We relaxed for a few more minutes and mom propped herself on one arm. She looked at me, smiling, and said, "I hope you are man enough to keep me and Emma happy." 

I laughed and enjoyed the rest of that morning in mom's bed. In fact as the months rolled into a new semester, I did keep both of them happy. I continued to sleep with mom from then on, pleasing her before classes and being with Emma in the evenings and weekends. Emma didn't mind sharing me with Sabrina. She understood how family relationships are through her own experience. Only on two other occasions did the three of us get together as a group experience. Mom never did try anything bi with Emma. It wasn't that she did not approve of it, it was something that she was not into. She did let Emma lick her pussy once and she enjoyed immensely. 

Summer came and Emma returned to her homeland for a visit. I missed her but very busy and very happy with Sabrina. The funny thing happened in late August was that Emma did not return. In fact it seemed that she just disappeared. None of her college friends or dance associates ever heard from her again and my attempts to contact her or her family by phone, letters, and email came to a dead end. It was sad for mom and myself to just lose her and we missed her terribly. Over time, we just thought she was one of those magical people who come into your life for a reason then disappear. Our lives would have been very different without the short time being with her. 

Mom kept up with her dance lessons although there was never another instructor like Emma. I continued with my education at the university. 

It was through the dance studio that Linda came back into my life. Over a few years Mom became good friends with Linda and got us reacquainted. 

Sometime after I graduated, Linda and I married. I bought my mom's house where Linda and I now live. Mom moved to an easier to manage condo in Phoenix but visits often. Emma said that Linda was very open minded which turned out to be true. She is very understanding of my relationship with mom and enjoys a threesome now and then. We have decided that if we do have children that they should enjoy the family ways.



John Forsythe the Man



After hearing of John Forsythe passing earlier this year, I was reminded of some time I spent in his company. I've always had a lot of respect for this man and although I don't wish to cause his family, any embarrassment I feel my story should be told. During the late sixties and early seventies, I spent quite a bit of time with one of John's daughters. Not wanting to name which daughter it was might not seem fair but I just don't want to defame a person who brought me no harm. Although Ms. Forsythe and I were not dating, we did hang out a lot and I ended up spending quite a bit of time in their home in Bel Air. 

No one needs to be told that they were rich, yet I was a lad from the other side of town. As we were both adults, you would think it didn't matter but I feel the only reason she brought me around was to show her parents she was with people out of her league. The girl's mother who has since passed was a very proper lady and wanted her daughters to be the same. I think my friend resented this and would rebel every chance she got. She was always saying, let's go to my house to hang and how could I turn down the opportunity to go to a mansion.

Mr. Forsythe was seldom there but when I would see him, he was always courteous to me. One day I was in his backyard waiting for his daughter to play some tennis and Mr. Forsythe came out and asked if I would play a match with him. He was a good tennis player and beat me easily, after, he invited me to join him in a beer. We talked for a while and then he asked if I would help him with a delicate situation. He had decided to rent a love nest, as he called it but was worried that if he put his name on the lease the tabloids might get wind of it. He wanted me to put my name it and he would pay for it. He told me I could use it anytime he wasn't and to me it sounded like a win win deal; of course, I couldn't let his daughter know about it. 

The unit was on a small lane off Barrington in Brentwood with a private entry on the side. He told me anytime the porch light was not on it was mine to enjoy and that the cleaning service stopped by every day to keep the place clean and supply linen. He was in his forties at the time and I figured him to be an old man so the place would be for me most of the time. It didn't take me long to find out how wrong I was, I swear I found him there more than I saw him at his house.

One day he called to say he needed a favor. He had a girl stashed at the Bel Air Hotel and he wanted me to pick her up and take her to our place as he called it. You can imagine how the staff looked at my jalopy as I pulled up but I shut them up when I picked up this gorgeous blonde. I took her to the place and let her in. Just as I was ready to leave, the phone rang and it was John asking to talk to the girl. As she talked, she turned to stare at me and I wondered what he was saying. She hung up and walked over to me, she told me that John was busy. He told her if she were truly horny, I would make a good substitute. She kissed me and I kissed her back, before I knew it, we had our clothes off in the bedroom. This woman had to be a Vegas showgirl or if not she should have been. I was out of my league and I knew it but I didn't care as this might be the only time I would ever get to enjoy a creature like this. She fucked me senseless as she kissed and licked every inch of my body while I did the same to hers. After, she actually thanked me as she told me if she couldn't have John, I at least made a good substitute. It turns out she was indeed a Vegas showgirl and she told me that John was fucking his way through the cast. She said they all agreed that he was an expert cocksman and would leave a woman breathless when he was done with them. 

After his daughter met a man she fell in love with, I was no longer invited to his home. Later I met the woman of my dreams so I no longer used the 'Love nest.' When we got married, we moved away and to be honest I don't know what happened to it. Mr. Forsythe was over eighty when he died and we all know that is really old. Still for as much as he was getting in his forties, it wouldn't surprise me if he still had that little cottage in Brentwood. If those walls could talk, now there would be a biography I would want to read.

To the Forsythe daughters I apologize if I have caused you any embarrassment but I felt the true tale of your father needed to be told. John Forsythe was not just a ladies' man on the screen he was a lover of beautiful women in real life.



John, Fuck Your Mother



WARNING: If you are not 18 or older, please leave this page immediately. 

Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways. 

This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further. 

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"How long have you been sexually attracted to your mother, John?" asked Holly Connor to the young man sitting before her. 

The 21 year-old was silent, studying the psychologist. She was a striking redhead with a strong resemblance to Julianne Moore. She was wearing a gray woman's suit, white buttoned blouse, and sitting crossed legged with a moderate show of leg. Her 3 inch red pumps gave her a professional yet sexy look. He figured her to be in her early-mid 40s, similar to his mom. Dr. Connor was definitely a MILF, but not like his mother. 

"Approximately a year," he answered somewhat boldly. 

Holly met his peering. She maintained a poker face and exuded a professional demeanor. Her mind, however, was recalling the young man's entrance into her office just a few minutes ago. He had sandy blonde hair, was about six foot, and donned a royal blue polo shirt which showcased his muscular arms. He also wore denim shorts that displayed his strong thighs and legs. On his feet were summer flip-flops. She resisted the urge to glance at his crotch, and mentally returned to the discussion. 

"Was there an immediate occurrence which began the attraction or did it just evolve over time?" the therapist queried. 

He quickly responded. "An immediate occurrence." 

"Describe it." 

Holly watched John's pupil movement as he recalled. A hazy appearance of his blue eyes told the doctor that he was enjoying the reliving. 

"My afternoon class was cancelled so I went home early. I was in the house and walking in the hall to my bedroom. I have to pass by the bathroom. Mom had just walked out of it. She was naked and her hair was wet. I guess she just showered." 

Holly looked to John's right. 

"You figured you had the house to yourself. Am I correct in this presumption, Ashley?" 

Ashley Nichols sat looking slightly uncomfortable. The stunning blonde was a dead ringer for porn queen Brandi Love (sans tattoos). She was in a summery yellow dress, the top portion draping over her full and large breasts. She also was cross-legged, however a much better view of her sexy legs was unconsciously offered—to the therapist. 

Holly couldn't help but view the smooth and toned look of Ashley's thighs. It made her hark back to her sorority sister's thighs which the good doctor's face was between many a night back in the day. Ashley's high heel, tantalizingly dangling off her foot, did not help the redhead's concentration. 

The mother cleared her throat and promptly replied, "Yes." 

The psychologist shifted her focus back to the son, despite wanting to leer at the mother's legs and thighs. "Continue." 

"We were both surprised, literally running to each other like this. Her mouth opened as if she was going to scream. Nothing came out. Also you'd figured she would cover herself up right away. She didn't." 

An eyebrow of the clinician was raised. "'She didn't,'" she repeated the last part of the son's description. Then she asked, "How long would you say it took for her to cover up?" 

His answer was immediate. "A good 3-4 seconds." 

Holly shot a look to Ashley, then returned to the son. 

"What happened next?" 

"She just stood there with her hands at her side. She closed her mouth. Next she—maybe I am wrong—seem to stick out her chest at me. She said, 'Oh, John. What are you doing home so early?' Then she crossed her arm over her breasts and with the other hand covered her vagina. What also struck me was the normalcy of her voice—not upset.' 

The psychologist shot another look to the mother. "Ashley, you didn't try to hide yourself right away? Why?" 

She looked down and up, released a distressed sigh then answered. "I wanted John to see me." 

"You wanted your son to see you—naked?" the counselor repeated Ashley's reply to add emphasis to the illicit attraction. 

Uneasily she replied. "Yes." 

The therapist pushed. "Why?" 

Ashley's tone was demure. "I was thinking about John while I was in the shower. When I opened the bathroom door and I saw him, I was surprised he was home. Initially I was surprised he saw me. Then..." she trailed off to pause and then continue in an almost embarrassed tone, "I wanted to see if he liked me nude." 

"You were thinking about him while you were in the shower? Is it fair to say you were fantasizing about your son while you were in the shower?" 

"Yes." 

"Were you masturbating?" queried Holly. 

"Yes." 

"Did you climax?" 

A little stunned at the question, Ashley replied incredulously. "Yes." 

"So you pleasured yourself, came, and then when the object of your desire unexpectedly appeared, you wanted him to see you naked. Would this be a valid presumption?" 

"Yes," croaked Ashley. 

The psychologist turned to the college student. "John, after your initial shock, how would you describe your mother without any clothes on and why do you find her so stimulating?" 

Directly and confidently he replied. "My mother is a MILF goddess. I mean, look at her! She is so sexy. I loved seeing her bare, big tits. Her areoles are also big. Her nipples were erect and fat. I love big tits. She works out a lot at the gym so her waist could rival a girl's my age. She's got wide hips, just like an older woman should have. Her pussy that day had some stubble on it, like it was recently shaved. I like that on a woman, not too much pubic hair. Or well trimmed. I also like a bald kitty too. And mom's legs are long. I LOVE long legs. Mom has snakes for legs. As a person, Mom is a doll. She is sweet, caring, faithful, and is fun to be around." 

Holly saw how Ashley stared at her son during and after his verbal appraisal. The parent looked flattered. A small, shy, appreciative grin appeared on the blonde. The therapist began questioning her. 

"How long have you been sexually attracted to your son, Ashley?" 

The mother released a guilt-ridden sigh. "I guess it began a few months before the shower incident." 

"And this was how long after the divorce?" Holly would soon realize she unintentionally stepped on a sore spot for Ashley. 

The mother's reply started out nicely with "More than a year" then suddenly shifted to an upset "Dr. Connor, what kind of doctor are you?!" 

The clinician recalled the intake form. Ashley's husband was a serial philander. The discovery of this and the marital split were devastating to her. 

"I am sorry that I brought that up," she apologized. "I am just noting the time-line of attraction." She paused, then calmly answered the venom-filled question. "I am a clinical and cognitive psychologist with a concentration in human sexuality. I specialize, as you both know from your referral, in mother-son relationships. I help two consenting adult relatives who are physically and emotionally attracted to each other but who are unable to initiate a relationship. I help them overcome the societal objections and begin to foster the relationship so that both mother and son are fulfilled in every conceivable way." 

The blonde shifted in her seat, slightly embarrassed at her lashing out at the one person who would help her defeat her hindrances to the relationship she so desired. 

Holly offered Ashley a forgiving look. The psychologist was about to continue when John interrupted with a question. 

"Why do you offer this type of service?" 

"Consensual mother/son relationships are currently on the rise. Previously we had Freud's immortal Oedipus complex. The X-rated film Taboo, about a woman who has a sexual and loving relationship with her son after her husband leaves them, was one of the biggest grossing adult films of all times. Its next three sequels pertained to, or contained an element of, mother/son incest. You had the occasional porn film which had a splash of this type of illicit sex. And if you think about it, May-December romances are nothing but the G-rated version of a mother and her son. 

"Over the past several years, the internet offers proof that the female parent and her male offspring are not only having consensual sex, but an emotional relationship which rivals the "normal" husband and wife couple. According to Answerbag, 'there is plenty of research indicating clearly that over half of the world population has had some sort of sexual encounter with their mothers/sons and between 10 and 15 percent have had full intercourse. It is in fact the most common type of incest by far.' Many of those who admitted to having sex with their mother or son said it was the best sex ever. Within those, the partners feel they have an intimacy and emotion in their relationship they never had previously with a non-relative. 

"Additionally, incest websites devoted to mother-son sex and those 'general' incest sites containing mother-son loving are plentiful. There are several adult actresses now who concentrate on mother/son or step-mother/son films. And of course there are the current popular terms, 'cougar' and 'MILF' to describe a sexy older woman. MILF, publically, is used by a young man to describe a desired mature woman other than his mother. However, privately, many young men—like you, John—look at their own mom and label her a MILF. 

"I would say the primary reason for mothers and sons getting together—besides the obvious attraction to the forbidden, which is always a powerful aphrodisiac—is that the world has been and continues to be a cold place for many people socially and personally. Divorce has been on the rise for the last four decades. With economic strains and geo-political concerns like terrorism, people are turning inward for love, sex, and relationship security. They say there is no stronger love than a mother and her child. What better person to share your heart, bed, and life with than your mom or your son? I can personally attest to this." 

Holly stopped talking—purposefully. She wanted to see Ashley's and John's reaction. She got what she expected from them: silence and wide-open eyes. The blonde broke the stunned quietness. 

"You had a sexual relationship with your son?" 

"Yes," the therapist declared proudly and with a smile. "My son Robert and I were faithful lovers for three years. It was the most emotional, sexual, intense and pleasurable experience of my life. It was also thrilling because of the forbidden, incestuous nature. His touch, taste, virility, and passion to please me as well as himself was beyond 'new' for me. His loving was just the right prescription for my neglected body." 

Ashley continued her query. "'Neglected?'" 

"My husband cheated on me—a lot," the psychologist addressed. She then leaned forward and gently put her hand on the mother's bent knee. She tilted her head and offered the parent a supportive look. "So I know exactly what you've been through, my dear Ashley." 

A second silence fell over the room. It seemed like all three individuals were drawn to Holly's hand on Ashley's knee. While it appeared to be a gesture of support and generally was, the touch also had a profound effect on each person's psyche. For the psychologist, it was a way to touch another woman in a semi-intimate way. (It was something she hadn't done for years and the hidden Sappho feelings she still harbored were happily rekindled.) Feeling another woman's skin, aside from the accepted handshake or hug, stimulated the therapist. She found both this son and mother very attractive. Her hand on the divorcee's flesh released mental images filled with wonder...wonder of what Ashley looked like bare, how she responded to having her breasts felt, how her pussy tasted, how she sounded when she was orgasming—was she a screamer? Did she squirt? Holly's cunt was becoming moist. 

For Ashley it was also a measure of support—and a reawakening of her infrequent and very private wonderings of 'being' with another woman. The blonde never indulged her bi-curiosity, but that curiosity remained within her sexual mind. Looking back at the therapist's caring yet unusual gaze, Ashley saw a woman who was very much like her: 40's, professional, wounded by a carousing spouse...and alluring. It played on her own mind that she found the psychologist appealing. Women often will compliment another female's beauty without the slightest hint of being sexually attracted to the recipient of the compliment—at least consciously. Ashley, in her need and want to overcome her objections to being her son's lover, was now faced with the additional element of finding this ravishing redhead sexually handsome. The gusset of the divorcee's panties had started to become damp. 

John had long been a fan of beautiful lesbians or bisexual women. He had often jerked off to sights and visions of sexy women touching each other, kissing, rubbing breasts and nipples together, going down on each other and wailing in delight to girl-on-girl pleasure. The sight of the therapist's hand on his mother's knee had his dick aching and twitching. Both women were hot. He was emotionally and sexually in love with his mother and if things worked out, he would be always faithful to her (unlike his shithead father.) Being a man—and a young man, at that—he recognized the good looks of another woman. In this case it was Holly. His fevered mind already had a lured vision of her and his mother, the two naked, and on the carpet before him in a sensual 69, his presence long forgotten by both women as they ate each other out. Hearing the psychologist's own incestuous revelation excited him to know that another hot mom was bedding her son. He wanted to know more. 

"So how did it start?" 

"Robert was just two years older than you, John. He was a gifted athlete in school, and a Dean's List member." The redhead chuckled at what she was going to say next. "And what a 'member'...he had. Plus great looks and personality. 

"The first time we made love was right after I discovered my husband was on his fourth girlfriend. I threw the bastard out of the house." 'The bastard' had an evil tone to it and was the first time the doctor did not display her cool, professional manner. 

"I was crying and a wreck. Rob held me, comforted me. He reassured me everything was going to be ok. He also said that if he was his father he would never cheat on me. 'I would have no reason to, not with such a magnificently looking lady' like me, he stated. 

"I adored the compliment. Being in his arms was so soothing, safe, and comforting. I cannot remember the last time my husband held me tenderly like that. I looked into my son's beautiful eyes, and at his rugged face. I felt such love. The smell of his Calvin Klein cologne Obsession for Men—oh, I love that one—took me away from the pain. Then I felt his penis get hard against me. He was soooo mortified. He jumped up from the living room couch where we were sitting, screaming apologies. I heard the apologies, but I didn't listen. I was so mesmerized by his erection. It stood so tall and proud through his jeans. The sight of a big fat 'one'—made big and fat through contact with my body—had my sexual being take flight. I was wet like a dish rag. 

"I calmed him down and told him how appreciative I was that he found me arousing. I kissed him lightly on the mouth. Then a little heavier. Before you know it, we were Frenching like Parisians. Hands were everywhere. Clothes were on the floor soon after. Then we fucked like two alley cats." 

The parent asked "What happen? Why did it last only three years?" John nodded his head in agreement with his mother's inquiry. 

At first, Holly was quiet. Then she began to sniffle, and a tear streamed down her face. 

"A drunk driver's hit him as he was crossing the street near his college. He died in the ambulance on the way to the ER." More tears fell from Holly's eyes. It was all she could do from completely loosing it. 

"That is why," the clinician began as she regained her composure, "that is why I do what I do. I found very unconventional but very satisfying love—from my son after discovering the years of my ex's infidelity. I want other mothers who have been ignored and discarded by their husbands, or widows, to know how wonderful consensual incest can be. It is pure satisfaction and joy for a single mom to be loved by her son if he offers it, and to hell with societal hindrances. As long as no gets hurt or there is no force—it's no one's business if a mother and son act as husband and wife in the privacy of their home." 

Holly's personal history and strong belief greatly decreased Ashley's objections, though some still lingered. John felt justified in his feelings and desire. He was going to say, "You see, Mom?" but it appeared the psychologist was going to reestablish the clinical nature of the visit. She wiped away the tears, shook her head as if removing cobwebs, cleared her throat and looked at his mother. 

"Ashley, what is about your son that you find attractive?" 

A flush seemed to awash over the blonde's face as she answered. "His looks. His character. His romantic and faithful way he was with his girlfriend. He bought her flowers and gifts. I LOVE that. I wished I was the recipient." 

"'Was,' 'bought'—you're speaking in past tense? He isn't dating this girl anymore?" 

The parent answered, "No." 

Holly looked at John. "How come you broke it off with your girlfriend?" 

He was self-assured in his reply. "I want to be with Mom." 

Ashley looked touched. The psychologist was impressed, and saw such a parallel between John and her late son. 

The mother cleared her throat, signaling her intent to continue. The therapist couldn't help but notice a new facial expression on Ashley. She looked like she was about to say something naughty, and enjoy saying it. 

"Also, I liked the way he made love to her." 

The last description caught both John and Holly by surprise. The therapist naturally asked, "You watched your son have sex with his girlfriend?" 

The divorcee nodded, displaying a mischievous grin. 

"You watched me and Daisy?" John asked. His timbre was slightly loud and a mixture of surprise and arousal. He continued the inquisition. "At the house? When?" 

This is getting spicy zipped across the psychologist's mind. She wanted to lick her lips in auditory anticipation but settled for uncrossing then crossing her legs to enable her supple thighs to rub against one another in a brief attempt to quell the brewing heat between them. 

"Yes, it was at the house," Ashley continued, "It was 4th of July weekend." 

"Sounds like an explosive moment," Holly quipped at her. 

The blonde picked up on the joke and returned with "There were more fireworks inside the house than outside on the street." Both women chuckled at the double entendre. 

"Explosive?" the redhead jokingly asked. 

In synch with the running joke and the comfort of the psychologist, Ashley kept the naughty look and nodded with an "Ah uh." 

With aching nipples, Holly asked, "Did you see 'it'?" 

A dreamy look came over the divorcee. She shared it with her son, then with the clinician. "Oh yeahhhh," she confidently and sexily responded. 

"Describe your son's penis, Ashley." Holly's need to know this was actually more personal than clinical. 

"It's a divorcee's dream! It's about seven inches—no more. It's not too skinny and not too wide. It has good length and girth. The top of it reminded me of a plumb." 




John, Fuck Your Mother



John, meanwhile, was speechless, dumbfounded, and turned on. His gorgeous, horny, voyeuristic mother was describing his tool while he was screwing his girlfriend to another gorgeous MILF. Currently, that tool was having blood rushed to it faster than in a trauma center. 

"But, Holly, it just wasn't his prick." (Holly? It surprised him and amused the doctor how the mother went from 'Dr. Connor' to 'Holly' while decadently recalling seeing her son banging his girl.) "It was his tongue." 

In a girlish tone, Holly inquired, "What do you mean?" 

"I started spying on them when he was just finishing eating out Daisy. From the angle of where I was standing, his tongue was working overtime at licking her pussy. It was like he was enjoying an ice-cream cone. Forget 'enjoying.' He was OBSESSED with lapping at her and sticking it into her just like a dick. She screamed things like, 'Oh yes, John! You eat my pussy so fucking good!' Between her moans and the way she was writhing around, I figured my son to be an oral expert. I didn't even get a chance to rub my cunt. Watching my son eat out his girlfriend gave me an orgasm—and I didn't even touch myself!" 

Looking directly at the single parent and with a seductive voice, Holly asked, "You like getting eaten out?" 

Her own voice hoarse, Ashley replied, "Ohhh, yesss!" Then she added, "You too?" 

Maintaining her visual lock on the mother, the psychologist replied in a hushed tone, "Yes!" 

The pair of panties was brimming with wetness. 

The desirous parent looked at Holly expressing non-verbally her want to continue. 

"Go ahead, Ashley." 

"He withdrew his head from between her legs. His face was shiny like a new penny. Daisy then started to beg him to screw her. 'Oh, baby, fuck me now! I want it so bad!' I started echoing in my own mind her words as if I was telling John. I just changed it to 'mommy.' My mind was yelling, 'Oh, John, fuck mommy now! I want it so bad!" 

The psychologist's nipples were so hard now they could cut glass. Their sexual longing was so intensely it was almost painful. Her cuntal secretions flowed into the underwear gusset like a wild river. It was all Holly could do from tossing aside the manila folder, hiking up her skirt, slip her hand into her panties and paw at her fevered snatch while begging Ashley for more details. 

"John was bare-chested when he was going down on Daisy. When he stood up I really saw his chest. I've seen it before. But now I was viewing it as a sexually famished woman. It is breathtaking! My son is chiseled. 

"Then he quickly removed his jeans and underwear. He left his socks on. I actually thought that was cute. When he shoved down his pants and underwear in one shot and his erection bounced into view, I couldn't get my fingers into my cunt fast enough. He picked up his jeans, fished out of one of the pockets a condom, tore it open with his teeth, slipped it on and got between Daisy spread thighs. Oh, how I envied that girl! Then he directed his stiff penis into her and proceeded to bang her six ways from Sunday. While they rutted like weasels, I came twice more, wishing—yearning—it was me receiving that world-class fuck." 

Holly sat back in her chair, steepling her fingers pretending to professionally reflect on the discussion. What the redhead really needed was to personally gather her thoughts which were X-rated and had run amok. She would have to send her skirt to the dry cleaners, thanks to her teeming muff. She hadn't seen such a good-looking couple like Ashley and John in a long time. Her id was running wild. She wanted to take them to into her private room and ravage them both. She knew she would have no trouble getting them into a torrid threesome and spend the afternoon fucking and sucking each other. But Ashley's plight was so similar to her own. She wanted the blonde parent to know and experience the obvious attraction and love her son felt for her, and vice-versa. 

"Ashley, may I be blunt with you?" 

"Why yes." 

"I really don't see the problem here. You are attracted to your son. You masturbate about him. You've seen him 'in action.' You wished he was eating and fucking you instead of this Daisy. You like his qualities. He is attracted to you and wants to be with you and love you faithfully. Go for it!" 

Ashley was frustrated. Not with the doctor, but with herself. She slumped in her chair and exhaled. 

"Yes, you are correct in everything you said. But it also what you said: John is my son, and neither of us is supposed to feel this way about one another, especially me." 

The psychologist acknowledged to herself that Ashley's objection sounded whiney and was weak. It was time to take her and her son to what she dubbed The Bedroom. Before that, though, she wanted (and needed) to do something. She looked at the young man, specifically his groin. 

"John, all this sexual talk involving your mother—it excites you, doesn't it?" 

"Yes." 

"I see the tent in your shorts," she said matter-of-factly. He looked at her somewhat sheepishly, remaining quiet. 

"I want you to stand up, John," 

The college student did as he was told. He stood up...with the bulge in his shorts on full display. 

Out of the corner of her eye, the therapist saw the mother's eyes widen at the sight of her son sporting a massive woody. Holly herself had to briefly stare at it in her own adoration of the stiff, fabric-covered dick. She stood up as well and walked to Ashley's child. She faced him and asked, "Do you mind?" 

John had no idea what she was asking about. Confused, he simply nodded in compliance. 

Holly looked at Ashley and spoke. "If I had son this good looking and with a 'package' like this..." 

The doctor cupped her hand under his balls. She held them a brief second, massaged them and then rubbed upward, along the steely contour of his erection. She quickly whirled her palm over the penile top and took away her hand from John's crotch. 

"...I wouldn't let him out of the house to go to the supermarket." 

"Uh!" groaned John at the unexpected, brief, but pleasurable touch of Holly. His boner lurched in his pants, while a heavy shot of pre-come stained the front of his underwear. 

Ashley felt like a hungry dog seeing food and wanting it so bad but was chained, unable to get what she so desired. She also felt a tad jealous at what Holly just did to her son. And yet her arousal edged up slightly seeing him in another sexual situation. 

Holly, meanwhile, felt sluttish glee having sexually touched a man for the first time in eons. This glee was so profound that the therapist didn't care that her love oils were coating her inner thighs. Looking at the conflicted facial expression of the mother, she could see the internal battle going on in Ashley's mind. 

It was time, concluded Holly. 

"Perhaps a less clinical setting is in order," the psychologist, in a low tone, offered. "Why don't you two get comfortable in there," she gestured with her hand toward the door which led to The Bedroom. She stood up and smiled seductively at mother and son, reaching for their hands. 

"Come on." 

Holly, hand in hand with Ashley and John, led them into the room the therapist used for special cases. It was a small but lavish room complete with a kind-size bed and a chaise lounge facing the bed. After closing the door, Holly was in front of the mother and son who were standing next to each other adjacent to the bed. 

"This is the room I enable a mother and son to really begin to explore and enjoy each other. I don't use this for every one of my clients." She put a hand on the upper arms of the blonde and her son. "I use it for only special clients, like you two. Special...beautiful clients." 

There was a moment of silence as the three formed a triangle. The silence was offset by the varying degrees of heavy breathing amongst them. Anticipation, excitement, and—for Ashley—nervousness hung in the air. The parent and child looked to the psychologist for guidance. She gave it. 

"John, kiss your mother." 

The college student, without hesitation, leaned into Ashley's face. Holly's hand released itself from his as he motioned. Her other hand went to laying flat against the middle of Ashley's back. It was a preventive measure in case she hesitated. It was needed, as the blonde flinched and tried to back up. 

"I love you, Mom," he sighed, before pressing his lips against hers. 

Holly saw Ashley was not repulsed, but not receptive. She leaned into the blonde's ear. 

"You have your man, now, Ashley," she erotically whispered. "Your son, John, is right here...willing and wanting to be yours, and yours alone. You never have to go without any love—every type of love—ever again." The therapist gently pushed aside a blonde strand with her fingers and rested her lips on the mother's ear. "No more lonely nights. No more broken heart. No more being without the touch of a man. You have your man right now. Right here. He'll fuck you and suck you—anytime, every time. This is the man you have wanted for so long...your son, John. Now, Ashley, kiss your son like you really want to." Just before pulling away, Holly flicked her tongue at the edge of the parent's ear lobe. 

Holly's words, her touch on Ashley's ear, the zeal and passion from John's lips against hers, all that had passed between her and him—it was entirely too much for the divorcee. The last wall of resistance fell within her mind. She puckered up and returned her son's kiss. Then the blonde wrapped her arms around John and pulled him into her. The liplock grew intense and hot. The two mouths hungrily crawled over each and soon their tongues joined the fun. Spit was swopped and heads rolled lazily round as mother and son kissed like newlyweds. 

The heavy, amorous smooch was halted by Ashley. She pulled away to look deeply at John. Initially there was a pained look on her face. Tear streaks seem to indicate this. But a happy smile soon appeared on the mother's face. 

"I love you, baby. I love you, John," she declared in triumphant. Immediately then did her eyes close half-way, giving her a hazy look, and she replanted her lips against her son's. 

The kiss returned to its five-alarm status, now with hands roaming over backs and squeezing asses. 

Holly looked on as the illicit couple began to strip. The counselor felt pride and a bit envious. But she would make her presence known later on. For now, it was time for Ashley and John to enjoy and love each other. And the therapist would cherish every minute watching this taboo mating. She backed away from the lovers to the chaise lounge, where she shucked off her jacket, and begin to unbutton her blouse. Neither the blonde nor her son heard the zipper on Holly's skirt being pulled down or saw it hit the floor. They were too busy as their own clothes were coming off. 

Ashley and John were soon standing naked off of the left side of the bed, arms wrapped around each, embroiled in a blazing French kiss. Little moans escaped from both of them as their illicit attraction was physically materializing. 

"Oh, honey!" 

"Mmm, mom!" 

The young Adonis gently pushed his mother onto the bed. His eyes scanned her curvy, luscious body. Her big, beautiful breasts quivered with desire and excitement. They jiggled, begging for his mouth and hands. Her erect nipples, so mouthwatering, also seemed to scream for his attention. He would spend orally and manually adoring her traffic-stopping bust another time. For now his mind and mouth were laser-like in their destination. He slithered down the opulent female form, off the bed onto his knees, with his face now hovering over Ashley's simmering vagina. 

The in-heat aroma was musky, overpowering, and alluring. The whole pubic mound throbbed with sexual thirst. Her pubic hair was like a small patch of golden wheat, now matted down from her drenched panties. The labia majora was puffy and shiny. The labia minora was parted like a rose, revealing its moist, inner pinkness. The stiff clitoris projected from its hood. Pearly pussy juice steadily drooled out of the open slit. 

"Oh, John!" yelled Ashley as she felt his face drop onto her crotch, and he proceeded to mash it all over her twat and inner thighs. 

The young man was acting like he was possessed, or trying desperately to return face-first to the womb that bore him. John furiously rubbed his face over every inch of the forbidden cunt, smearing her nectar all over himself and her. He quickly brushed his cheeks against her thighs and vulva. This caused Ashley's breathing to start coming in short gasps, and her hands to massage her breasts. 

"Yes, baby! Yes, John! Eat your mom!" the divorcee hollered. It was half a command, half a plea. 

He progressed with his facial massage, now mixing it with brief licks and kisses to her pubic hair, mons, and the crease of her thighs. He inhaled copious amounts of her pussy perfume. The college kid relished in greasing his face with another coat of her flowing honey. 

John soon began to rub his face into Ashley's delirious and humid cunt more slowly. This gave way to his tongue languidly fluttering up and down her enflamed petals. His head bobbed north to south, south to north, making sure his tongue lapped at the entire length of her juicy slit. The tangy taste of his mother's pussy had a stranglehold on the young man. He wanted to taste, savor and swallow every drop of the forbidden ambrosia. For John, there was only one word to describe the taste of his mother's pussy: scrumptious. 

Suddenly, the voluptuous MILF's eyes popped open wide and she wailed. "Ohhhh!" 

Ashley's muculent outer lips vibrated in delight as John's tongue slithered in between them, barreling inward. 

"Oh, you horny bastard! Stick in your tongue in it! Stick your tongue in it!" the writhing beauty lustily cheered. "Fuck mommy with your tongue!" 

And that's just what John. He corkscrewed his slippery tongue deep into his mother's drenched, frantic muff, giving her unimaginable pleasure. 

"Uh, ughhh!" groaned the overheating blonde as her cunt muscles contracted around his coiling tongue. "Oh, you dirty little boy—sticking your tongue in mommy's pussy! Ahh! That's it. Motherfuck me with your tongue! Motherfuck me!" 

Meanwhile Holly, laying on the chaise lounge, was enthralled at the decadent sight before her. She was also bare, after just having brought down along her long legs the soggy material that was her panties. With a flick of her foot, she kicked them off. It landed near her discarded bra. One hand was caressing a heavy breast and stiff nipple, while the other was between her open legs. 

"Aaahhhh!" the redhead groaned as she curled her index and middle fingers into her warm, gooey cunt and expertly fingered herself. 

"So fucking hot!" she hissed in lewd appraisal of the illicit cunnilingus she helped ignite. "That's it John! Eat your mother. Eat her good!" she whorishly encouraged. 

The fingers that had been slipping in and out of Holly's blazing twat were quickly raised to her mouth. The licentious doctor noisily sucked her own cream from the digits, and returned them to her open crevice. She wiggled her fine ass deeper into the lounge and spread further her legs, getting more comfortable to masturbate while watching the raunchy act on the bed. 

John was like a man with a steak after weeks in the desert. He was insatiable feasting on Ashley's pussy. He had stiffened his tongue and jabbed it into the frantic hole with agility and urgency. Then he suckled on the eager labia minora, gently rolling them between his own lips, delighting in their slick, wrinkled texture. 

Ashley moaned, "Eat mommy's pussy! Eat it! Oh, yes, son, eat me!" 

The ecstasy Ashley was enjoying was about to be maximized as John headed north—to the prized clitoris. In a concentrated barrage, he flicked his tongue at it. He swiped at the sexual pearl with determined and lustful strokes. The nerve endings in the clit lit up like a Christmas tree...and therefore lit up Ashley. Her orgasm was sweeping over her like a tidal wave. 

"Ugghhhh!" she grunted. 

Her talented son had just inserted a finger into her gushing cunt, then quickly rammed it in and out while he lapped at her clit. He managed to insert another finger into her greased anus and completed the cunnilingus trifecta. The gorgeous divorcee was now flaying about like a fish out of water. 

"Ohhhh, Johnnnnny! I'm cumming. Don't stop! Uggghhh! You FUCKING sexy son, you're making mommy cum!" 

The power of Ashley's orgasm was immense. She held his head steadfastly in between her splayed thighs, curled her toes, undulated her hips, and lustfully ground her flooded, convulsing sex into John's face. She rode it as if she was in rodeo. Her cuntal lips were spread on his face, swamping more of her honey from his chin to his scalp. 

Holly was also cumming. Heated whimpers came from the sexy psychologist as she furiously rubbed her own love button after a steady dose of intense finger-fucking. Her whole lower body buffeted as her open, sodden pussy jettisoned a torrent of love oils, staining the chaise lounge. 

"Oh, Ashley! John! You guys have me..." she couldn't continue the sentence as her climax hit. 

John could not hear Holly. He was still plastered in between his mother's legs which were now wrapped around him. Ashley, on the other hand, did hear the therapist say something. She lifted her head up and saw the redhead nude and masturbating on the lounge. Having another woman—another hot older woman like herself, the same woman who instigated this sex act no less—naked and getting off on her and her son, turned on the parent. The arousal of the blonde, already ballistic thanks to John's expert oral mechanics, was increased knowing she was being watched. Ashley doubled her writhing motions and heightened her moaning 

"Johnnnyyyy! Eeeaaattttt mmmeeee! Uggghhhh! Oh, yessss!" 

The mother humped her son's face into orgasmic oblivion. The spasming of her nether region, the torrential outpouring of her sap, and the pornographic sounds she made gave the young lover an incredible rush. He felt a decadent thrill and pride at what he was doing. He remained tenacious in sticking to her thundering cunt, so that his mouth, tongue, and fingers could finish making her happy. 

When it was all over, Ashley, John and Holly were all spent. He remained within his mother's legs, his head quietly lying on her vulva, with his arms wrapped around her thighs. He was over the moon and so proud of himself for what he just accomplished. In his perverted mind, he felt like he had just won the Stanley Cup, World Series, and Super Bowl all in one shot. His eyes cast upward, watching his mom's breasts rising and falling as her breathing returned to normal and she had a post-orgasmic grin on her face. 

The stud raised himself and bent over his mother. Her closed eyes opened as she felt the bed move. She looked up at her smiling son. His entire head glistened with her juices. Her scent was like a heavy aura around his face. She returned the smile. He lowered his face and they kissed. As they shared her nectar and their saliva, the tongues soon danced together feverishly. Then she began to greedily suck on his tongue. The blonde had often tasted herself while masturbating. But now that nectar was being orally provided by her son, it was such an incredible turn-on for her. 

They mutually broke off the kiss to gaze at each other. Ashley and John peered longingly at each other, their lust now abated with profound love. 

Holly could see the strengthening bond between the new-found lovers. She let the moment linger a bit more, than said. "You two are fucking incredible!" 

John and Ashley looked at the naked, prone and splayed-open redhead. He did a double-take, seeing Holly au natural and realizing that she had autopleasured to him eating out his mother. Seeing another beautiful MILF nude who had been his voyeur made his deflated prick twitch with life. Ashley, unlike when she first noticed the masturbating psychologist, now could leisurely admire the naughty counselor. The mother saw Holly had large breasts and long legs too. The one noticeable difference was that the clinical cunt was bald. It was smooth, and with the large stain in the lounger, made Holly look delicious to the blonde. 




John, Fuck Your Mother



Holly got up from the chaise lounge. Sexily, the therapist sauntered over to the bed. She eyed the mother and son with a seductive look and smile. Ashley and John were captivated by the beautiful, naked woman approaching them. They were also getting aroused by her. Holly put one knee onto the bed and motion forward. She firmly planted her lips against Ashley's. John was spellbound as he watched the two sexy ladies enjoy a long, luxurious kiss complete with dueling tongues. Holly pulled away from the blonde and shifted to the son, enjoying a comparable smooch with him. When Holly's tongue parted ways with John's, she licked her lips and gave a bawdy look to the divorcee. 

"Hmmm, Ashley! Your pussy juice tastes wonderful." 

Mother and son were both visually bewitched by the therapist's X-rated review. Then Ashley felt something. 

"Aahhh!" the parent exclaimed. 

She was unexpectedly thrilled by Holly's hand on her pussy. The counselor petted the maternal twat, and briefly slipped a finger into the honey hole. She withdrew her hand and put the glossy palm and digits before the son. 

"John, your mother is wet and horny," she seductively deducted. 

Using the same hand, the redheaded temptress put it under his ¾ stiff prick. She rubbed its underside and then wrapped her fingers around it. She applied a few brisk strokes, making John fully erect. He threw his head back at the exquisiteness of her touch and sighed. The redhead looked at the blonde. 

"Ashley, your son is hard as granite." 

Holly paused, building the anticipation between the impassioned lovers. Then she surmised. 

"You two need to fuck." 

Moving on the bed away from the couple, the counselor returned once again to her voyeur status on the lounge. She loved seeing the hungry, lusty look between mother and son, and hearing their mutually labored breathing. The psychologist's eyes widen at what was happening. Ashley leaned back on the bed, bent her knees, and spread open her sexy legs. The parent instinctively licked her lips at the sight of John's member bouncing to and fro as he positioned himself to mount her. 

As his thick, hard cock was nearing her moist slit, the mother unabashedly reached for the swaying penis. John, preparing to grab his tool to guide it in, was caught off guard. He looked quizzically at Ashley. He saw an endearing softness in her eyes. 

"Let me put in, for the first time." 

The doctor sighed at the incestuous sentimentality. 

John relented...and then moaned when Ashley took hold of his sex 

"Ohhhh!" 

The touch of her hand around his raging hard-on for the very first time was amazing. His whole body shivered. 

Ashley guided John's vibrant, forbidden, erect cock to her waiting cunt. She placed the expansive and rounded penile head against her soaked labia. It rested there for only a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity to the two. They began to pant as they viewed his bubbling pre-cum mixing with her seething oils. Still holding the fleshy stalk, Ashley then inserted it into her sweet, buttery gash. 

As his helmet penetrated her cunt lips, their eyes immediately flew onto each other. 

"Uggghhh!" John grunted as his robust cock, aided by Ashley's hand, slid effortlessly into her taut, smoldering pussy. 

The mother was literally at a loss for words or sound. All she could do was form with her mouth a large "O." When the upper quarter of her son's dick passed into her, she released her hold of it to let primal nature take over. The rest of his prick—seven inches of sleek and youthful masculinity—glided into her vagina. Her flowing lubrication encompassed and welcomed the entering male organ, providing it with the slick surface needed for a glorious screwing 

With his manhood leading the way, John gently rested his body onto Ashley's prone form. The hairs on his chest bristled against her sensitive nipples as her breasts gently flattened against his full descension. As his rod passed deeper and deeper into the maternal snatch, it felt to John like he was entering a deliciously wet, and warm valley. It was a valley which initially felt exquisitely tight, then quickly and deliriously adjusted itself to his incoming slab of beef. Once his burly balls careened against her ass, mother and son knew he was fully within her. It was at that point that she released her pent-up gratification. 

"Aaahhhh! John, baby! You feel absolutely incredible!" 

Fireworks were going off inside his head. He couldn't get over that his entire schlong, from tip to root, was in the cunt he lusted after for so long. 

"Oh, mom," he asthmatically sounded, "you too! Your pussy feels wonderful!" 

The sexual fog between parent and child was broken by Holly's raspy directive. 

"John, fuck your mother." 

On cue the blonde hunk, in a push-up stance, began to revolve his lean ass as he shoved his crotch downward. John was gradually and methodically fucking his sultry mother's needy cunt. The randy cougar's flaring hips rotated, commencing her overjoyed response to the delving phallus. 

"Ah! Oh! Ahhh!" she groaned aloud. 

"Uugghhh!" 

Their lips reconnected. Initially it was a slightly hurried but sensual kiss. Then, as the humping steadily developed, the urgency of the kiss also grew. The tips of their tongues did their own kissing against each other, while the tongues themselves were rolling over each other like two eels. Muffled sounds of groaning within their mouths could be heard. 

Within no time, Ashley's son was flexing like a work-out machine, banging her at a steady clip. He delivered waves of precise, fulfilling jabs to her sweet, moist, receptive pussy. Every powerful thrust he meted out caused her spread, bent knees to shudder and fly backwards. 

Lying on the chaise lounge, Holly resumed pleasuring herself to the incestuous copulating. 

"So, Ashley," the therapist inquired as she strummed her twat, "do you like that your son, John, is finally fucking you?" 

In between moans, the ecstatic divorcee replied, "Oh, yes!" 

The psychologist double-downed with "Do you like the way your son is fucking you?" 

"Yes!" was the immediate and shrilled answer. 

"Say it, Ash. Say, 'I like my son fucking me.'" 

"No!" 

Holly was flabbergasted at the response. 

The spasming beauty continued. "I LOVE my son fucking me!" 

It was a pleasant surprise for the psychologist who, upon hearing the illicit affirmation, plunged two fingers into her horny hole. 

"That's my girl," cooed the redhead. 

Hearing his mother proclaim that she LOVED him fucking her, the mind-blowing feeling of her affectionate and syrupy cunt, the building low sound of flesh against flesh—all while the naked and sexy therapist is watching this frigging herself—ratcheted up his motions. A surge of unbridled lust overtook the young Adonis as his stroking of Ashley's twat morphed into pummeling. The blonde's ecstasy was flying off the charts. 

"So big! So good!" was her wanton assessment of the hard and satisfying cock she denied herself of for so long. 

Ashley impatiently wanted and needed more of the young penis. So her long legs wrapped themselves around John, pulling him in deeper to her blistering, creamy slit. 

"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed. The jackknifing of his mother's legs forced his locomotive cock even further into her buttery recesses. It was an erotic undertow, as her cuntal muscles pulled him down into her searing, aching, pink depths. It resulted in the multiplying of his excitement and his penile head nudging her cervix. This made Ashley expel a long, drawn out groan. 

The naked mother was white-hot horny. Her sexual self-confidence roared back as she arched her shapely body, hedonistically accepting the vigorous, intentional strikes John's manhood was providing. Her undulating hips matched his fuck rhythm. As good as he gave, she gave good back. Every downward stroke of his was met by an upward shove of hers. 

"Ahhh, mom! You're the best piece of ass I have had!" the hung lad proclaimed. 

Sweat began to pour off of the young stallion as John re-doubled the strength in his arms and proceeded to drive his zealous erection even more into Ashley's pulsing nook. John was banging his mother like an open barn door in a tornado. Her overflowing cream now made the acoustics of wet, slapping flesh all the more louder. The sex went from illicit to illicitly raunchy. The meaty goodness of her son's cock was wonderful to the divorcee. 

"Ohhhh, yes, honey! Fuck me! Fuck your mommy! I need it so, so bad! And your dick feels soooo damn good!" 

This was music to the randy therapist. Reclining on the lounger, Holly's heated vagina was releasing a current of juice. The self-pleasuring redhead, with three fingers in her fervid and lathered gap, was on her way to her second orgasm as she watched with blatant lust John bedding Ashley. 

"Fuck your mother, John! Fuck her! Don't stop!" she lecherously egged on. 

Both lovers heard Holly but were so lost in their own torrid and forbidden world, neither looked at the psychologist. Ashley and John's mating was feral, and could easily rival that of beasts in the wild. The faster he fucked her, the hornier she got and thus the harder she fucked back. Their grunts could be the soundtrack for a NatGeo special on gorillas. Mother and son, crazed with lust, simply could not get enough of one another. 

The strapping lover was bulldozing his hard, hefty cock inside Ashley's succulent pussy over and over again. She was completely enthralled with the quality and quantity of John's thrusts. Lasciviously she tightened her cunt around his pistoning cock, squeezing it for all its carnal worth. Wildly, she thrashed her head on the bed from side to side. 

"Ohhhhh, Johnny! Johnny! Fuck meeeeeeee!" she moaned. "Don't stop! Don't ever stop fucking your mommy!" 

He, after a few more shoves, responded by pushing her longs legs up, exposing Ashley's glistening twat, and pulled out his tool, with a semi-loud "plop." His elongated prick, coated in her glazed honey, jumped about proudly. 

Holly's keen eyes caught this. She ceaselessly licked her lips at the sight of the shiny and firm dick, wishing it was plowing away at her own hungry muff. Her hand, rubbing herself in a circular motion, now concentrated on her electric clit, preparing for her next orgasm. 

Ashley immediately threw her head up and glared up at John. It was a mixture of shock, hurt, anger, and unfulfilled passion. She saw a devilish grin on her son's handsome face. 

"Oh, that's right," he said and with a forceful shove, slammed his hardness right back into her starving gap. 

"Ugghhhh!" she howled. 

"You didn't want me to stop fucking you—ever!" 

John, with new-found vigor and a conquering rush, began to pump Ashley tempestuously. His hips were a blur as he loved-tap Ashley's womanhood with unrelenting force, speed, and sexual fury. She threw her head back in shameless glee. 

"Who's your man, now?" he asked heatedly. 

The writhing beauty at first couldn't answer. The power of his downstrokes and her upstrokes had her literally bouncing off the mattress. When she tried to reply, she initially sounded like she had a stuttering problem. Finally she was able to annunciate. 

"You, baby! You!" 

"Who owns your sweet, hot MILF body?" 

"You do!" 

His final teasing inquiry was "Who am I to you?" 

Normally Ashley would have gotten pissed at the line questioning. But her mind was so flame-broiled with lust, she would have identified herself as a Martian if meant keeping getting this superb and monumental lay. Yet, even in her libertine delirium, she realized she was verbally committing herself to her son as he literally was planting his staff in her. She willingly and sincerely answered. 

"You are my son, John. I am yours!" 

Conquest complete, the son mentally declared. 

"That's right, my dear sexy mother, Ashley. You are mine!" he mightily claimed. 

He rewarded her by slowing down his motions, screwed briefly at a somber pace, and then without warning began to pulverize her cunt once again. 

The divorcee's head flew forwarded at the sudden change in tempo. Her eyes were big as saucers and her mouth was wide open, yet she could not speak. She could only gasp. She was met by his cocky smile and a knowing look. He pressed his lips to hers, pushing her head back onto the mattress. She enveloped her arms around his neck and pulled his upper body into hers. 

This was good for John. His forearms were painful and he sounded like he had COPD. He relinquished the kiss and rested his head on his mom's ample bosom. His lungs and muscles appreciated the break. 

One of his muscles didn't need or want a break. That muscle was moving like a pile-driver. It unrelentingly plowed with boldness into Ashley's thunderstuck twat. She had lowered her legs and planted her feet on the mattress, keeping her knees bent and spread, continuing to give his hard-charging cock uninterrupted access to her throbbing snatch. 

In a sheer matter of time, the foxy blonde's orgasm hit her like a drone strike. It burst forth from her loins and radiated throughout her convulsing, voluptuous body. Her toes curled and her juices cascaded out like Niagara Falls. 

"Oh, John! I'm cummmmmming! Mommy's cumming! You're making me cum!" 

The 21-year old's upper body jumped skyward, as if suddenly awoken by an alarm clock. He grabbed hold of her generous hips and fucked his lusty, naked, orgasming mother like there was no tomorrow. John hammered Ashley savagely. His ardent cock was like a Texas oil rig 'on 11,' quickly and boldly thumping its gratifying self into her thrilled, gushing pussy. The son was hell-bent on making this an earth-shattering orgasm for his mom. 

It was. As her sexual crescendo encompassed her mind and body, Ashley very briefly feared she was going to pass out from the colossal screwing she was getting. She didn't; it was just the hysterics of the moment and their mutual high-flying body motions. 

"Ohhhh, gaaawwwwwddd! Johnnnny! You're making meeeee—" 

Her lusty proclamation was cut off by her son's. 

"Aaaahhhhh! Mom! I'm cumming!" 

As she was creaming all over his speeding dick, the first rope of hot, thick semen orbited out of the pulsating cock top. It quickly mixed with her raining essence, forming an incestuous brew of sexual fluids. A second and equally potent release of jizz hit the back of her vaginal canal, and then a third and then a fourth. 

"Aaarrgghhhh!" John shrieked as he ejaculated tremendously into his mother's cunt. 

Ashley was in the throes of a richly deserved orgasm. It was beyond exhilarating that her lover, her son, was himself now peaking. 

"Uuggghhhh, Johnny! Give it all to me. Cum in Mommy! Cum in Mommy!" 

As his heaving member belched out jet after jet of the illicit sperm, Ashley's insatiable cunt was determined not only to accept it all, but wring out every last drop of the creamy substance. The young hunk was euphoric as he enjoyed not only the pleasure of cumming, but the milking her nether muscles gave his spewing prick. The mixed solution dribbled out of her gash, down her loins into the expansive stain on the mattress. 

Their shared climax was, putting it mildly, powerful. 

When it was all over, John and Ashley lay together, and breathing like two race horses at the Kentucky Derby. Their bodies were coated in perspiration, along with bodily fluids below the waist. Mother and son were basking in their first-ever love making, cuddling, and not wanting to break the taboo contact their bodies were sharing post-coital. 

He moved, his softened tool slipping out from her completely satisfied gash. She released a disappointed sigh. He tenderly hugged her. She responded with an adoring kiss. 

"I love you, John." 

"I love you, Mom." 

They kissed tenderly again and they soon fell asleep in each other's arms. 

Sometime later Ashley stirred from her slumber, thanks to a sensation she was receiving. It was an exhilarating sensation, one she enjoyed sometime earlier in the day. She was being eaten out, again. With eyes still shut, she smiled widely. 

"You can't resist feeding on Momma's pussy, can you?" she asked. 

The naughty feeling had her lazily rolling her body into the mattress like a relaxing cat. 

"Hmmm, baby!" the blonde hissed, and then opened her eyes to look down her body. 

Between the mother's spread thighs was Holly. The naked psychologist's head was rolling around as her tongue licked Ashley's cunt in excruciatingly slow circles. The divorcee's eyes flew open. 

"Holly!" 

A new wave of sexual delight echoed out from her tended-to vagina throughout her body. She threw her head back, and released a drawn-out sigh. 

The therapist paused and lifted her head, passionately glaring at Ashley. 

"I just couldn't wait to enjoy the taste of your pussy filled with your son's cum." 

Already there was a light sheen on Holly's chin. With her eyes still locked on the blonde, she descended her head, took a hit of the strong musk, and resumed sensually drawing circles on Ashley's pussy lips. 

Ashley was stunned. She put her head back down on the bed. Her mind couldn't wrap itself around the fact that earlier today she had sex with her son—a first time event, and now was having sex with another woman—also a first timer. She let go of the utter amazement and submitted her mental processing to the pleasure Holly was giving her. 

"Aaahhhhh!" groaned the divorcee. 

The parent's cunt vibrated once again with distended petals, brewing ambrosia, and lustful desire as Holly's lingua erotically and calmly lapped at it. Also Ashley's nipples were hard as Chinese algebra and her breasts felt glowingly full as she was experiencing and loving her first girl-on-girl experience. 

"Ohhhhhh, Holly! You do that so nice!" 

From the beginning, the redhead's tongue painted slow, wet, feathery circles on the blonde's pussy. It was much different from John's method. Both gave her oral sexual pleasure she had long forgot about. But Holly's leisurely approach had the mother's hands grabbing the nearest piece of bedcover and squeezing it tight. 

It had to be a woman's touch she guessed. 

The frisky therapist again raised her head to respond to her lover's compliment. Holly's own horniness, reignited when she started to eat out Ashley a little while after she and John fell asleep, was steadily climbing. An incredible thrill seared throughout her as she viewed her patient. Ashley's face displayed a look of pure carnal joy, while her huge breasts, with hardened peaks, rose and fell in accordance with her heavy breathing. The counselor's own juices were fermenting. 

"Thank you, Ashley." 

Holly raised her entire form and, like a stalking panther, stealthily climbed upward and over Ashley's heated body. Her face was inches away from the mother's. The two beauties gazed at each other, lustfully, hungrily. The blonde could smell her own cunt cologne from the panting redhead. Their lips met. The kiss was electric, their mouths impatiently rolling and pressing against one another. The divorcee's ambrosia was shared, heightening the passion between the two women. 

When she kissed the incestuous mother, Holly's hands went to Ashley's buxom breasts. She weighed the breasts, massaging and caressing them. They seemed to bounce with excitement in her nimble hands. Her fingers toyed with the erect nipples. She tweaked and squeezed the bloated peaks, eliciting whimpers from Ashley. 

"Oh! Oh! Yes! Ahhhhh!" 

Holly quickly dropped her open mouth to an aching tit. She eagerly sucked on it, taking into her mouth as much of the upper half of the fleshy melon while her hand tended to the other breast. She busily flicked her tongue at the nipple and areolae. She kissed, lapped, and tasted as much of the breast as possible. Then the seductress switched so that she was palming the recently orally loved tit while she suckled the other one. Every inch of that mammary was also awarded with kisses and licks. 




John, Fuck Your Mother



Ashley's breathing was more like gasping as she watched Holly worship her bust. Their eyes met again and the redhead orally slid downward. Starting in Ashley's cleavage, she dragged her tongue down the foxy blonde's skin. The doctor's tongue languished briefly in and around the belly button, obtaining giggles from the mother. It then descended further. 

When Holly's tongue was in the drench pubic patch, she dabbed at it and kissed it. She intentionally bypassed Ashley's clitoris. The tongue then rolled out again over the wet, plump lips, and shimmied along the burning crevice. 

"Don't stop!" begged Ashley, as her generous hips started to buck. 

The MILF added nuzzling Ashley's crotch to her oral repertoire. She also slipped a hand between her own spread thighs to caresses herself. Her frantic digits were massaging her own creamy, wet, simmering pussy. 

The randy redhead expertly planted small butterfly kisses, intermingled with licks, all over the overheated sex. A stream of honey flowed out...into Holly's eager mouth. The redhead's frenetic tongue was greased with another coat of the tangy sap as her throat couldn't keep up with swallowing it. 

Holly hadn't made love to another woman in almost two years. Her son and her practice had kept her bi-side in line. Virtually all the time, bringing mothers and sons together, she got them screwing without any sexual involvement from herself. But when this taboo pair walked into her office, she was turned on like a light switch. The doctor WANTED to be with them, especially the mother. Holly was now with her, and they were both ascending to Sapphic heights of pleasure. 

As Holly's eager tongue was tickling her sensitive, gooey twat, Ashley threw her head to the side where John was. She didn't see him. She turned her head to the other side, to the left of the servicing psychologist. 

"Oh!" she exclaimed in almost a girlish tone. 

There was her son. Still naked, he was standing a few feet diagonally behind Holly. His eyes were riveted to what has happening to her, his hand slowly fisting his long, hard cock. The mother was completely and lustfully enamored with not only the amazing gratification this stunning doctor was orally giving her, but the fact that her son was nearby watching and masturbating. 

"You like what you see, my sexy son?" she temptingly asked. 

Holly was so lost in the pungency of Ashley's scent and the delicious taste of her pussy, she forgot that John was behind her. She heard the question and saw Ashley motioning with her eyes for Holly to peer behind herself. The therapist did. Holly carnally licked her sticky lips at seeing the young, bare Adonis gawking at the all-girl show while beating his meat. She licked her lips a second time at seeing the stiff, lush cock again. 

"He's speechless, Ashley," she lewdly reckoned. 

He was speechless. John couldn't not get over the hot, sexy, MILF lesbian display before him. His luscious mother was naked; her bountiful tits quivering, her bent parted legs showcasing her burning, shiny, open cunt. In between those legs was the beautiful and also-naked therapist. Holly had been bending forward to graze on his mother's bush. Now as she stood up glancing over her shoulder at him, she was a wet-dream come alive. Her lovely ass was very curvy. Her long legs were spread and her red pumps were still on, giving her the look of a Bond girl. 

Holly could see the lust in his eyes, for what she was doing to his mother, and for her own sultry, naked figure. A brand new release of her juices came out as she saw him grip his dick tighter and pump it faster. She gave him a sluttish glance and then turned around to face again Ashley's sumptuous pussy. The foxy redhead leaned forward, plastered her mouth back on the gash, and seductively stuck out her lavish butt, erotically swaying it to the left and to the right. 

Ashley noticed a difference in her new lover's touch. The doctor was now feasting on her cunt with more vigor and zeal. Her tongue was cutting a hurried swath across her labia. Holly was more aroused, and Ashley's own arousal intensified because of it. 

"Ah, fuck, Holly!" she groaned, before a fresh round of her cream was released into the clinical mouth. 

The wanton therapist smiled to herself, not only for another syrupy basting from Ashley's twat, but what she was about to ask the mother. 

"Ash, is alright if John fucks me?" 

Before the blonde could answer either way, Holly's tongue moved like a steamroller over the mother's eager clit. She provided several heavy laves to the sexual pearl, sending Ashley's legs to stand up in a V position. 

"Ugghhh-eeeee!" screeched the mother. 

"Not just him and I alone," contended Holly in almost a business-like tone. "I mean while I eat you." 

Impishly, the redhead blew air on the frenzied clitoris. It resulted in the mother heaving up her hips and almost sending her torrid crotch into the therapist's jaw. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Ashley bellowed. 

John got really excited at this X-rated negotiation. 

The sexual tigress resumed her steady tongue-lashing to the anxious pearl while her fingers began jabbing in and out of her patient's syrupy cunt. She kept up this dual attack for a bit longer and then stopped. She withdrew her digits and stopped licking to look up at the shell-shocked mother with almost a bored look. Truth be told, Holly's twat was leaking out more sap than Ashley's. She was dying to complete this threesome with the mother and her son. 

"So what do you say, Ashley? Can John fuck me while I eat you out?' 

The divorcee was crestfallen, left sexually aching by the sudden departure of the dazzling satisfaction she was receiving. Her breathing was guttural pants, while her disappointed gash pulsed about, almost like searching for the satisfying tongue and fingers it lost. It was too much for her to bear. 

"John, do you want to fuck Holly?" 

His reply, in a cracking voice, was "Um, yeah. If that's ok with you, Mom?" 

How cute, thought the counselor. 

Ashley realized Holly had gotten her all hot and horny then suddenly stopped as a bargaining chip to have John fuck her. Her pussy seemed to be screaming for its missing attention. Holly's tactic worked. 

"Alright, alright. You can fuck my son! Now shut up, Holly, and get back to work on my pussy!" 

The redhead tilted her head and said, "Sure thing, Ash. And thank you." But not before she glanced over her shoulder to the son and growled. 

"Come on over, here, Johnny and fuck your new aunt!" 

She returned her tongue and fingers to Ashley's delirious snatch, just before she widened her stance and stuck her ass up and out at John. The curvy cheeks provocatively rolled to the left and to the right, beckoning him. 

The young stud was visually lost at the lush ass in front of him. His mom's butt was tighter and had a few less wrinkles, but Holly's behind was still a MILF wonder. The way her rear, high in the air, sexily sashayed made his hard pecker leap and bubble up some pre-cum. He sauntered over to her. Standing behind her, John confidently took hold of her extravagant hips and began to edge his hot, hard, excited cock into her buttery cunt. 

"Uggghhhhh!" Holly moaned. 

"Oh, shit, Holly!" yelled John as he immediately sensed she was way much tighter than his mom. Her pussy was so excruciatingly tight—making it an absolutely wonderful entrance for him. The slickness her juices offered was wooing him to penetrate even faster. But the ultra-snug fit and the desire to cherish this snugness won out. He delivered his precious dick oh, so slowly. 

Holly stopped eating out Ashley. She wanted to savor the moment, and every centimeter of this virile, young, hard prick entering her. She rested her head on the bed just below Ashley's crotch as her delighted cuntal muscles worked frantically to accommodate themselves to the incoming prick. She caught Ashley's stare. 

"Magnificent!" lauded the psychologist to the mother. "Absolutely magnificent!" 

Ashley was enjoying her front row seat of seeing her hunky son begin to screw her new best friend. It made the parent even hornier. 

John's solid rod, after it slipped inward bit by bit, had completely disappeared. Holly's sexy butt touched his thighs. For the second time today, the strapping young man bottomed out in MILF pussy. He exhaled mightily as the sweet, delicious tightness of the counselor's pussy gave way to it self-adjusting, and caressing his dick. 

Full of himself and unadulterated lust, John inquired confidently. "Holly, aren't you supposed to be eating my mother's pussy?" 

He began to withdraw his prick. She remembered how he did the same thing to his mother and there was no way her pussy would accept this loss. 

"Yes! You're right," she nervously admitted and put her mouth over Ashley's greasy labia and devotedly resumed feasting on them and the sweet treasure between them. 

"That's a good Aunt Holly," he conceitedly responded...then in one mighty swoop rammed his cock into her slit. 

The jolt shoved Holly's face forward into Ashley's crotch, the redhead's nose glossing over the blonde's turgid clit and thereby eliciting a groan from the mother. Holly also cried at the sudden delivery of a stiff, lust-filled penis. 

John unwaveringly screwed her from behind. The lusty psychologist was in the throes of unmitigated gratification—both as a recipient and a giver, simultaneously. She tried frantically to concentrate on the drenched, torrid cunt she was slurping at. She was so aroused, tickling and tasting Ashley's sex, and getting coated in the steady release of ambrosia. But she was also in total erotic awe of what Ashley's son was doing to her own starving cunt. 

The handsome young man's pounding was just what the doctor ordered—and needed. The foxy redhead tossed her head back, her red mane provocatively flying through the air. She thrusted her ass back, allowing his dick to penetrate her even deeper. 

"Ohhhh, John! Fuck me! Keep fucking me! It's sooooo damn good!!" 

The son's entire being was on fire as he rapidly and laboriously tunneled his erection in and out of the pink, creamy groove. He was lavish in his motions of just wailing away at Holly's very approving cunt. His chugging prick was doggedly-determined to satisfy the wet, excited confines of the therapist's womanhood. 

Feeling his swaying balls repeatedly bang against her ass as he fucked Holly turned on the young hunk. But it was nothing like the sight of a hot MILF eating out his equally hot mom. The urgency of each thrust he gave to Holly was amplified by seeing his beautiful mother wantonly enjoying the tongue-lashing the redhead was giving her delirious cunt. John's brain seemed sexually electrocuted when he heard his mother's groaning. 

"Uggghh! Oh! Holly! I'm almost there! Keep eating me! Ohhhhh!" 

He poured on his sexual onslaught. Tightening his hold on her ample hips, John was pistoning his surging, rigid, cock into Holly's lathered, yearning snatch. Over and over again his sleek manhood tenderized her cunt from behind. 

"Ah! Oh! Uggghhh!!" stammered John. 

Holly's tongue was now bathing Ashley's clit with heavy dabs. The royal fucking from John was sending the doctor's arousal beyond the stratosphere. The redhead would stop to lick the teeming slit, only to return to the prized love button. She had to grab Ashley's bouncing rear to gain some control as the mother was cresting into another orgasm. 

"Yeeeeee!" screeched the parent. 

There was such a monsoon of Ashley's cream that Holly had to stop her oral ministrations in order to swallow the maternal gush. 

"Oh Hollllyyyyy! I'm cumming! Oh, I'm cummmming!" 

Shortly after the mother's randy declaration, Holly's entire body started to shake. It made even the hard-charging Adonis take notice. 

"Ugh! Oh, shit!" Holly raspily yelled. "I'm cumming too!" 

His eyes were huge, lecherously taking in the alluring sight of these two cougars orgasming while he was plugging away at one of them. It was beyond stimulating to see his incestuous mother cumming thanks to Holly, and her cumming thanks to him. 

"John, fuck me! I'm cumming. Oh fuck meeeee!" 

The decadent doctor's hips were a non-stop, sliding motion. She wildly continued pushing her ass back. Her pussy was desperate to complete its final honey glazing of the battering cock and to hold onto it until the sexual crescendo ended. 

The room smelled like a whorehouse during Fleet Week. The moans and groans could rival a porno film. John, heartily continuing his smashing the therapist, was happier than a pig in shit. 

He maintained his solid, jolting pelvic thrusts until Holly was over her orgasm. Then he went into overdrive, fucking like he just got stung with a cattle prod. His own climax was deservedly approaching. 

"Ooohhhhhhh fuck! Mom, Holly. I'm gonna cum!" 

Ashley, having finished the last bits of her crescendo, quickly jumped off the bed and kneeled next to the spot where her son and her therapist were joined. She watched in lascivious awe as John's hard, glossy dick was a furious blur sliding in and out of Holly's splayed and buttery crevice. The wet fleshy slapping sounds, Holly's diminishing moans, and his guttural screams were music to the parent's ears. She licked her lips and grabbed her own breasts seeing the redhead's oils leak out of her fucked hole. 

"Aaarrggghhhh!" roared the stud. 

Ashley quickly, lustfully ordered. "Give it to momma! Cum in momma's mouth!" 

John obeyed his mother and quickly pulled his cock out of Holly's cunt and directed it to Ashley's waiting, open mouth. She leaned in, immediately smelling the piquant aroma of the therapist's muff, and whorishly wrapped her lips around the frenzied member. She got just about half of the illicit prick in her mouth when he tremendously discharged his first round of spunk. 

When Ashley felt that first glob of the thick, milky substance hit the back of her throat it was a reflex action that followed. She commenced sucking the exploding penis like a Hoover vacuum. Her mouth and throat muscles worked quickly so she could swallow his semen without choking. 

"Uggghhhh!" he grunted in animalistic joy at the pleasurable feel of not only releasing his seed after a stupendous fuck, but releasing it into the willing, wanting mouth of his stunning mom. 

He looked at Ashley, enjoying the sight of her glazed-over eyes and the shallow of her cheeks as she lustfully slurped on his belching manhood. It excited them both. 

"Suck my cock, Mom! Succcckk itttt!" 

She complied with sluttish gulps and "Mmmm's!" 

The parent zealously savored the taboo elixir of the incoming salvos of her son's jizz and the taste of his cock which had been well-basted in Holly's broiling pussy. All that jizz proved to be too much for her mouth as a bulky glob of cream dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and quickly down her chin. Another ivory stream leaked out of the other mouth corner and also rolled downward. 

Seeing his beautiful, curvaceous mom sucking him like a 'pro' while he's ejaculating in her mouth and some of his load driveling out of her mouth, was another incredible erotic sight for the well-hung lad. John couldn't get over. He tossed back his head, ran his fingers through his hair and was about to pay Ashley a randy compliment when he heard: "I can help with that." 

Holly was now on the opposite side of Ashley with her head leaning against John's thigh. She smiled sexily at the mother and motioned forward. The clinical fingers took the root of the still-spewing prick and turned it toward her. One white rope was lost, flying to the floor, before Holly's mouth engulfed John's dick. It was her turn to receive the desired, surging emulsion. 

The licentious doctor worked his voiding member like it was a Slurpee. Her head first rolled around, then bobbed up and down as she sucked and swallowed. 

"Haaaa!" and "Mmmm!" were her lewd vocals 

Holly was mad with lust as her mouth intook his length and her throat savored his creamy product which was mixed with her own sap. When she sensed he was finished ejaculating, she kept a large amount of the rich liquid in her mouth. She moved toward Ashley. 

The stunned son, watching at what was taking place, expelled a long, drawn out "Oh, fuck!" 

Holly and Ashley were sharing an open mouth kiss...and sharing his semen. When the therapist dislodged herself from his cock, Ashley could see by Holly's bloated facial appearance that she had a plentiful quantity of John's seed in her mouth. As she moved toward the mother, the divorcee tilted her head in a receiving position. The counselor plastered her cream-lathered mouth onto the blonde's. Ashley tasted and enjoyed her son's jizz for the very first time as it flowed out of Holly's giving mouth. 

A mutually in-synch "Hhhmmmm!" vibrated from the gooey smooch. 

Their heads and tongues were twirling in an erotic dance as John's mother and the redhead passed his cum between themselves. The taboo exchange was so hot, it could put the sun out of business. Both women's eyes were locked on each other, their mouths slithering against one another and their throats swallowing the luscious ivory potion. The kiss did not end when the last drop of cum was ingested. Ashley and Holly continued a bit longer in their Frenching. 

Feeling satisfied and gratified, Holly broke the kiss with a lascivious smile which she first directed to Ashley, and then to John. 

"You are both welcome," the redhead proudly stated.



John Fucks Me Good



I had moved to this city for college. I was alone and didn't care to make many friends. I'd always been like that, more of a loner than a socialite. 

One "friend" I was interested in making, though, was someone I met while at the local gun and ammo shop. Living alone in a big city, I bought a pistol for self-defense and I wanted to learn how to use it and take care of it. The gun shop held private lessons that I signed up for.

The man that gave the private lessons was John, an older man, 52 years old and unmarried, I believe he told me. I was 19 and unmarried. Every time I came into the gun shop for ammo or information, he was there. 

He always stared at me, looking at my body without trying to hide it. He would make small comments, like "It's a good thing a pretty, young woman like you wants to take responsibility to defend herself." He was disguising his lust for me with weak attempts.

I got the hint. And somehow I wanted him back even though he was so much older than me. In fact, his age made him even more sexy to me in a strange way. He was as fit as a younger man, and he was tall, strong and most likely wise in the ways of pleasing a woman.

So I signed up for private lessons with him, half expecting and not expecting him to make a move on me. Every time he looked at me my pussy stirred, but I told myself not to be so slutty. He was an older man for decency's sake!

During our first two lessons, we stayed in the indoor shooting range, so nothing much happened besides me learning the basics about pistols, but his hands sometimes lingered on my shoulders or on my hips a little too long when he corrected my shooting stance.

During the third lesson we left the indoor shooting range and drove in his truck to the outdoor one about two miles up the road. 

It was a cool fall day. I was wearing a sweater that was a bit big for me and no bra, so the cool wind blowing through the fibers for my sweater made my nipples harden. I wondered if he noticed.

After setting up the targets, he stood behind me and told me to start shooting. I loaded up the gun, took stance and took aim.

"Wait," he said. I lowered the gun and took my finger off the trigger. He put his hand on my shoulder, "Unload the pistol and put it down for a second."

I did as I was told, walked over to set the pistol in the back of his truck and walked back over to him. As I walked my hard nipples rubbed against the rough fabric of my sweater and I started to feel my pussy tighten, which I cursed myself for. I should have worn a bra to prevent this horniness.

"You're not standing correctly. I noticed that in the first two lessons," he said, giving me that look he always gives me. That unwavering, almost predatory gaze that made my heart pound blood to my pussy.

I stood with my back to him. He approached me from behind and grabbed my shoulders. 

"You have to stand up straight," he said as he pulled my shoulders back. He moved my brown wavy hair from the back of my neck and reached around me to put his hands on my hips. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and my knees got weak.

In my sensible mind, I continually cursed myself for wanting this, for getting tight and horny as he gripped my hips and started breathing heavily. My pussy would not let me stop him.

"You also have to spread your legs a little more. Like this." His hands moved from my hips to my sensitive inner thighs. He rubbed them slightly and spread my legs apart.

My cheeks were burning red. My pussy was moistening and my nipples were burning with every slight movement of my sweater. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I was letting it happen, and I couldn't resist him.

My rational self was fighting this. He was 52 years old. I was 19. Wanting him was the sluttiest desire I could think of. But my pussy is a slut pussy, and I wanted him despite my inhibitions.

His hot breath in my ear and his strong hands on my thighs caused a soft moan to escape from my lips. I looked up at him, placing my hands atop his, and he swung me around so that my breasts pressed against his chest. 

He engulfed me in a long, deep kiss, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, slightly lifting me onto my tiptoes. I kissed him back, linking my arms around his neck, unable to resist this robust and bold man.

As soon as we broke the kiss, he backed me up against his truck. He grabbed my wrists, which were small enough to fit in one of his hands and pinned them above my head onto the truck.

With his other hand he reached under my sweater and felt my waist, then moved up to my breast. As he squeezed my left breast I let out another unexpected gasping moan.

"Did you do this on purpose to tempt me, pretty girl?" he asked as he pinched my nipple and squeezed my other breast.

Both desire and inhibition held back my tongue. I was speechless and my pussy was soaked. The fall wind against my wet jeans sent a chill up my spine.

John's hand left my breasts and grabbed my throat, slightly choking me, and tightening his hold on my wrists. I was completely under his control, and I was loving it.

"I asked you a question," he growled into my ear.

With my voice weak with surprise, embarrassment and overpowering desire, I whispered back, "No, not on purpose."

"Some how I doubt that," he said, smiling at me. He let go of my throat and lead me to the back of his pickup, lowering the tailgate on his truck and lifting me to sit on it.

I sat on the tail gate with my legs open and we started kissing again. He embraced me and pressed the crotch of his pants into the crotch of mine. I could feel his cock grow harder through our pants as he kissed, and I'm sure he could feel the warmth and wetness of my pussy.

Then he reached one hand down to unbutton my jeans, never letting me break from our wet and passionate kiss.

I could feel my clit swell as he slid his fingers into my panties, gliding along my soft, shaven pussy lips. I couldn't help but break the kiss and gasp with pleasure.

"Let me see this pussy of yours you beautiful little slut," he said to me as he laid me on my back and pulled off my shoes.

I felt a twinge of reluctant horniness when I heard that word from his mouth. I could feel my panties were soaked as he pulled off my jeans and my wet panties were exposed to the cool autumn air.

"I'm not a slut," I said to him, as placed his finger directly atop my swollen clit through my wet panties. His touch sent an electric warmth throughout my body and I regretted what I said.

Immediately he stopped and looked at me with that look again. A small, amused grin appeared on his face.

"And why do you say that? With your pussy soaking wet and your nipples hard as stone?" He suddenly grabbed my hips, flipped my body around so that I was bent over the tailgate, my feet on the ground, my ass exposed to him. 

He pulled down my panties so that they lay around my ankles and then he grabbed my ass cheeks, playing with them and squeezing them.

"I know you're a slut. You come into the shop with your pretty face and your young sexy body. I know you come looking for me. And I know you're looking to cum for me, isn't that true?"

"I--uh," I hesitated to answer him and I felt him slap my ass. The slap startled me, but turned me on at the same time.

He kept slapping my ass, starting softly and getting harder with each slap in the same spot. I felt my ass cheek start to burn and I cried out in a bit of pain and a lot of pleasure. I could feel my pussy juices start to leak down my thigh.

"Tell me you're a slut, and I'll stop," he said, slapping my other ass cheek in the same way.

As my ass became more and more sensitive, I whimpered to him, "I'm a slut."

"What did you say?" He was smacking my ass now with no remorse. His control over me was such a turn-on. I wanted him so badly.

"I am a slut!" I said, loudly, against the smacks to my ass. "But only for you..."

"Good girl," he grabbed my hips again and flipped me over, lowering himself to the level of my pussy. My thighs rested upon his shoulders.

I looked up at the leaves of the trees above us, feeling his hot sweet breath on my soaked pussy. The sunlight peeked though the leaves and shone on parts of my bare skin since I had removed my sweater quickly as he admired my young pussy, making it even wetter.

He parted my lips and exposed my little clit, glistening with my juices. "What a pretty pussy you have, my little slut."

With that he flicked my clit with his tongue and I gasped. He then began broad strokes with his tongue starting from my pussy hole and ending at my clit. 

I moaned with such pleasure. The warmth of his mouth and the electric pleasure his tongue gave my clit radiated through my body. I started playing with my breasts as he sucked and licked at my little clit, driving me crazy with desire. I wanted to taste his cock.

Then he placed his middle finger at the opening to my pussy hole and paused.

"Oh, John, yes, please, please!" I begged him to enter me with his finger as he ate away at my clit. He grunted slightly, licked away at my clit and his finger plunged deep into my body, in and out; in and out. 

I moaned with delight and my hips began to dance up and down with the rhythm of the pleasure pulsing through my body. I felt the pressure of an orgasm building behind my clit.

My body writhed uncontrollably, and I was moaning like a shameless whore, begging him to keep going and suddenly he stopped, stood up, and wiped his mouth with his hand.

I looked up at him in dismay, breathing heavily, with my legs wide open, my pussy dripping juice onto the ground beneath me.

Then he undid the zipper to his pants and pulled out his rock hard cock. It was absolutely gorgeous, the little I saw of it, before he grabbed my hips and buried it deep into my open pussy.

As I felt his hard, thick cock penetrate my tight and soaked pussy, I came with such intensity, I could hardly catch my breath.

"Oh God, John! Oh God! Your cock is so good," I moaned to him as he pounded his cock into me. My tits bounced up and down and I braced myself by pressing my hands against the sides of the back of the pickup.

"Oh, fuck," he growled and grabbed my throat again with his hand, "Yeah? You like this cock you little slut?"

I loved his power, his strength and how he called me slut.

"Oh, John! I love your cock. I'm your little slut," I moaned to him as he grew even harder inside me. Maybe he was about to cum. 

He pulled out of me and grabbed my hair with both of his hands. We were both panting and I was still moaning as the waves of pleasure hadn't stopped yet.

"Get on your knees," he commanded as he pulled my by the hair onto my knees. 

Now I could see his cock better. It was thick, long and meaty, with not too much length and just enough width. It was wet with my pussy juice and my mouth watered, wanting to suck him clean.

He let me admire his cock for a second before he cupped my head in his hands and forced me to look up at him. "Suck my cock, you dirty slut." 

I happily obeyed, licking the head of his cock and then taking it deep into my mouth. He gasped and said softly, "Oh fuck you slut. Fuck you."

I thought to myself, "You are fucking me you dirty man." I bobbed my head back and forth along the smooth, taught skin of his cock, enjoying the feeling of his skin on my lips and my tongue.

"You look so pretty sucking cock," he told me as he grabbed my hair roughly into a ponytail and stopped me from moving my head. Then he pushed his hard cock deep into my mouth, touching the back of my throat. I held back a gag and began rubbing my clit. I knew he would start to fuck my face now, and I knew this would get me cumming again.

We both let out a moan as he took his cock out of my mouth.

"Tell me what you are baby," John said as he held my hair and looked down, locking his eyes with mine.

"I'm your whore, John. Your sweet, pretty slut. I'll do whatever you want. Please do what you want with me."

He smiled at me and thrust his cock deep into my mouth again and again. He watched his cock penetrate my mouth and my throat, keeping his grip on my hair.

His cock grew harder in my mouth again, and I couldn't get enough of the feeling of him using my face for his pleasure. His cock viciously pounded the back of my throat, making me almost gag, making my eyes water and making my pussy drip. I rubbed my clit furiously as he fucked my face, and looked up and him. I would have smiled if I could.

Then he whispered, "Baby I'm cumming," and thrust his cock to the back of my throat, holding it there as I felt his hot cum shoot out and flow down my throat.

The contractions of his cock, the taste and scent of his hot cum and my current position of complete submission to John made me cum for the second time. I moaned and came with his cock still in my mouth, emptying the last bit of his cum.

As we finished cumming, he let go of my hair and I softly sucked his cock and licked up the last bit of cum from the head of his cock.

I looked up at him and smiled, then I swallowed his cum. He told me to stand up, but when I did I lost my balance since my legs were weak from my orgasms. He caught me and embraced me and we kissed again.

Then he put his cock back into his pants and got a blanket from the back seat of his truck, which he wrapped me in. We sat together in the back of his truck, me in his lap, looking at the trees.

I sighed and he said to me, "Baby I've been waiting to fuck you for so long. I knew you would suck cock as good as you did."

"I've been wanting to fuck you too, John, and I loved sucking your cock," I replied.

"I'll drive you home now, okay? I've got to get back to the shop. And at your next lesson, you better be wearing a sexy thong," John said as he kissed my hair.

I couldn't wait until my next lesson, and hoped that this was the beginning of a beautiful new "friendship."



John G. -- Katty's Mouth



Introduction:

John first appeared here in the story 'Eating At His Desk.' Since it seems he will become a regular, I will lead his offerings with his name. 

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Susan,

I want to tell you about Katty, a woman who propositioned me in the oddest way.

She introduced herself as a banker. Bullshit! She wouldn't know a banker if he sat on her face. If she's a banker I'm an African Aviator. She might be a teller. This town hasn't seen any real banker since Jake and C. H. were here. The Butcher brothers each had a bank that got into trouble for making too many insider loans to friends. The FDIC shut their banks down and they each took a government subsidized sabbatical to one of the Club Feds. They were real bankers. But, I digress.

I met her at "Satellites," a singles group at Club LeConte. LeConte is a business club named after the tallest peak in the Smoky Mountains. I guess the name is appropriate since LeConte sits atop the tallest building in our Sleepy Little River City. Jake built the building for his bank headquarters. Actually, it is kind of like the childrens' story: This is the building that Jake built. This is the bank that sits in the building that Jake built. This is the club that sits in the building that houses the bank that Jake built....

But, back to the story of the blow job I got in the bathroom in the club that sits in the building that houses the bank that Jake built.

Satellites is one of those clubs within a club for singles. Nobody knows exactly how to handle single people. LeConte had this idea to improve business from single people, so they formed this group and talked Darla Dammers into spearheading it. Dammers is a piece of work herself. Picture Peggy Lee and add 25 pounds. The club staff call her "Hammered Dammers" because she gets hammered on a bottle or two of wine and becomes, so she thinks, a torch singer. She's not bad sober, but when she gets drunk she can't sing Come to Jesus in whole notes and sounds like two monkeys trying to fuck a football. Our bartender, The Queen of the Jungle, usually ends up having to cut her off.

Satellites meets twice a month and usually had 20 or 25 people sitting around downing discounted highballs and drinking each other pretty enough to leave together. I first met Katty, the banker, at one of these events. I was actually there with someone else but this is one of those things where people mingle and get to know each other, and somebody introduced me to Katty. 

She is a big girl. Not fat, just tall and large boned; healthy and stout; strong. She looked to me like if she ever got on top she'd fuck you flat.

We chatted for a while, made small talk about mutual acquaintances, and, being polite, I said perhaps we should get together for a drink sometime. Her reply floored me. "I'd rather suck your cock."

"Excuse me?"

"You're not deaf; you heard me. I said 'I'd rather suck your cock.'"

At first I wasn't sure if she was expressing disgust at the thought of a drink with me or was making a pass at me.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Are you good at it?" I inquired.

"I can suck-start a Harley Davidson." 

"Really?"

"Really. Actually, I'd rather fuck you but I've recently had some surgery and my box is out of commission for another six weeks. I'll settle for giving you a blow job."

"OK, when?"

"How about now?" She suggested.

"I can't. I'm with someone who I hope will give me a blow job later. I don't think I can stand two."

"OK. You let me know when you're ready." She walked off.

As Popeye would say, "Well blow me down." You could have knocked me over with a feather. Here was a reasonably attractive 30-something woman offering, no, wanting, to give me a blow job. Thank you, Jesus! I mingled for a while, listened to Hammered Dammers blow "Stormy Weather", and went home with visions of bobbing head-tops dancing in my mind.

A couple of weeks later I was sitting in the lounge at LeConte having a drink with Tony, Mike, Dave, and a couple of other guys, listening to The Queen pontificate on local politics, when I looked over and saw a familiar face having a drink by the window, reading a book. To borrow a phrase from Rogers and Hammerstein, we saw each other "...across a crowded room. And somehow we knew that this was the one,,,"

The party started to break up with Tony leaving first. He lives the life of a Country Squire out in the boondocks, coming to town to wax eloquent in our Judicial System. Mike, the broker, left next and the others followed shortly. I moseyed over to Katty's table and asked if I could buy her a drink.

"Sure, if I can suck your cock." Boy, this girl has a way with words.

"Now?"

"Yep, now."

"Where."

"We'll find a place."

"Do you do this often," I asked.

"Nope. Never done it before in my life. But I knew from the minute I saw you I wanted your cock in my mouth, and the excitement of doing it here with the chance of getting caught just adds to the thrill."

I love a woman who makes up her mind about something and goes after it. "Where do you want to go," I asked.

"Downstairs. The men's room on the next floor down is never locked. Give me five minutes and come on down."

I don't wear a watch, but there is one thing I know for sure: Five minutes is an eternity for a man waiting on a blow job. I doubt she was gone for two minutes before I followed. When I walked in she had most of her clothes off. I guess she saw the surprise on my face because she grinned and said, "I like being naked when I give head. It gives me better access to my pussy. Take off your pants and lean up against the lavatory top." Who am I to argue with a naked lady?

Soon I had my shorts off and my ass pressed against the cold sink top with a naked lady kneeling in front of me fondling my balls and playing with herself. I don't know if the blow job was that super or if it was the circumstances, but this girl is truly a world class cocksucker. She could suck a golf ball through a garden hose; the chrome off of a trailer hitch. She's on her knees sucking on me and stroking herself the whole time, and the closer she gets to her own orgasm the harder she works on me. She finally brought me to a climax, which seemed to trigger her own release and here we are cumming together. I sure was glad housekeeping didn't walk in!

I tried to return the favor but she would not hear of it. She got her own rocks off from the experience, she said. When we had finished and dressed we went back upstairs for another drink. No one in the place had a clue what had happened. She smiled and said, "I really enjoyed that. I've wanted to suck your cock for a month and I've never done this in a public place. It was fun; let's do it again. Maybe next time I'll let you fuck me."

I still have trouble calling her a banker. She doesn't make loans and can't open an account. On the other hand, she sure knows what to do with a "deposit". 



John Gets Cuckolded, Again!



This story was inspired by a story titled "My Wife Finally Agreed To Cuckold Me" by supermike. His story made me wet and I took the liberty of borrowing three of his characters for this "sequel". It would probably make a lot more sense if you read his original tale first to get a sense of how they got here. My sincere appreciation to supermike for the inspiration... It's my first try at writing for Literotica so your feedback and so on would be appreciated.

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"John called, he's coming over tonight." 

My wife's casual comment sent my manhood into instant erection. The memory of what had happened the last time he'd come here was still vivid in my mind even after two months. In the interim, my wife, Diane, had seen her lover just twice because his schedule had changed slightly and there hadn't been as many layovers to give them the chance to get together. Obviously, that was about to change at least for tonight.

"Umm...," I managed to croak out, "What would you like me to do?"

"What would you prefer?" she teased.

Recalling their rather harsh treatment before, I hesitated... 

The last time they had sex in front of me I was forced to hold his dick still so my wife could mount it, an experience that still gave me chills of disgust mixed with sheer erotic pleasure. My loving wife had done more than just make love or merely have sex with another man in front of me-- they'd tormented me, even making me taste his semen on her fingers after they'd been together all night in MY bed! But then an overwhelming sense of desire, lust and a craving for the erotic humiliation of once again seeing my wife used by another man while I watched overcame my fears. "I'd like to... umm... stay and see... you know..."

Di giggled softly and gestured for me to follow her into our bathroom where she pointed to a chair and made me sit. For the next 40 minutes, I was treated to the most delicious, seductive and frustrating tease I can remember. Di stripped but ended her routine in the shower with the curtain drawn, tossing her damp panties out over the rod. Her running commentary about what she was washing-- and how it felt-- kept me hard as a rock as I listened to her moaning softly while telling me how good it felt to run her fingers through her pubic hair or along the lips of her sex. I'd counted on seeing her naked body after the shower when she dried herself (maybe even getting to do that chore myself!) but no... holding the curtain for modesty, she grabbed a towel without showing me anything except half of her left breast. When she finally emerged, the towel concealed her charms despite being scandalously short.

After watching her apply her make-up (as usual, only the lightest touch) and fix her hair, I again hoped for a decent look at my wife's body when she shed her towel. Unfortunately, the towel came off after her robe went on and she dressed in her bra, panties and slacks before letting the robe slip off her shoulders. I DID get a quick peek at her pink nipples through the sheer bra but only a peek-- she put on a flowered blouse that completely hid the bra and her assets despite offering a very good amount of cleavage.

At 7:45, we were sitting in the den, sipping a glass of wine and chatting about the most mundane things while my imagination ran wild. Last time she'd taunted me, having her lover strip her in front of me. I shuddered as I remembered and wondered how tonight would be different-- or not-- when the doorbell rang.

As before, I stood to answer it and got another shock when I opened the door to see John... and another woman!

My wife jumped into his arms and kissed him passionately, running her hands all over his butt and holding his body tight against hers. As before, John and Di acted oblivious to the fact that her husband stood not two feet away watching their lewd performance. She must not have noticed the other woman because Di started noticeably when the woman cleared her throat to signal she wanted Di's attention.

"Hello, Di," she said in a husky voice extending her hand to my wife. "I'm Penelope Hart... Penny." Di took the profferred hand with curiosity, glancing at John who stood to the side, an arm still protectively around my wife's shoulders while the girls introduced themselves.

"Penny is part of my flight crew. I discovered recently that we have certain... tastes... in common and I just knew she'd be perfect for us tonight." The enigmatic explanation didn't calm Di down, if anything it appeared to make her nervous, but manners quickly overcame nerves and the four of us sat in the den, drinking my wine, chatting amiably and getting acquainted. I was on pins and needles worrying what the presence of another woman would do to tonight's activities and concerned that Penny's participation would break the deal Di and I had made before embarking on this cuckolding trip.

Strangely, Penny and John paid a fair amount of attention to me which made Di squirm and assert herself in a way I found fun to see but was quite abnormal for my wife. I had just opened a third bottle when John stood and took Di's hand, moving her to the center of the room. Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close against his body. My wife responded by running her hands all along his arms and reaching behind herself for a feel of his hips and bottom, briefly grabbing the front of his trousers for a quick feel of his equipment. They shared a brief kiss and then John looked at me.

"Move the chair over here," he said, gesturing with his eyes to a spot in front of them. I obeyed quickly, moving the padded armchair I had been sitting in. He wanted it facing away so I reversed it as he commanded and stood next to the chair awaiting further instructions. They were a bit of a shock.

"Di," John whispered in her ear loudly enough for me to hear, "Strip him."

My beautiful wife grinned from ear to ear and moved quickly. She grabbed my shirt, pulling it from my pants and ripping it apart, sending buttons flying every which way. She roughly tore it to rags and threw it to a corner before quickly opening the clasp of my jeans and yanking down the zipper. Before I really had time to think, Di had dropped my trousers to my ankles and pulled down my underpants, leaving me naked in front of them. Penny laughed out loud, "Not much to him, is there?"

My face went red even as my dick went hard. It was humilating to be the only naked person in the room and worse still to have some strange woman criticize my equipment in front of my wife. I realized it was one kind of humiliation to be insulted by John... a man with better sized "stuff" than me... and totally another to be dismissed by a woman who offered the opinion that I wouldn't be able to give her pleasure. Laughing herself, Di took me in her mouth and slid my length deep inside. She hadn't allowed me oral sex since the last time she and John had cuckolded me in person so the sensation was excruciatingly intense... but brief. She left me rigid and frustrated.

Di stepped back and John handed her a roll of duct tape saying, "Help me tape his ass into the chair." Between them, they maneuvered me into the chair and used the tape to tie me securely. I was comfortable enough, I guess, sitting in a padded chair with my arms secured around the back and my legs taped to the feet in front. I couldn't move and my legs were spread far enough apart that I was completely exposed, a sight Penny was obviously enjoying from her perch on the couch facing me. My dick involuntarily remained at full staff watching Penny sip her wine and cross her legs, her ankle length skirt giving away nothing of her charms, not even a flash of leg. Di and John finished getting me in place and Diane took my face in her hands, kissed me and said very firmly, "Do not speak. Not a word... not a sound. Got it?" I nodded and she moved behind me to join John.

I heard them kissing passionately behind me. I could hear them but the angles were all wrong for me to see anything of what they were doing. It made my imagination fire up and go into overdrive. It was an effort to remain mute.

"John?" I heard Di ask in a nervous way. "John..!" she repeated, the tone rising with an increase in stress. I wondered what was happening since Di was clearly worried about it. In front of me, Penny rose from her seat and disappeared behind me to join my wife and her lover.

"John, please," I heard my wife say. "Please... I don't want to do it with a woman... I'm... I'm not like that and I don't want..."

The next words were something of a surprise to me and certainly were not part of the plan from Di's point of view either. It was Penny who spoke next, her voice coming from my right rear. I could see her profile over my shoulder if I turned far enough.

"The clothes, dearie," she said softly. "Take 'em off."

"John?" There was a note of real fear in Di's voice now. "John, what's happening here? I'm not interested in women. I'm not!" Di was pleading but I didn't think it was going to matter.

There was a moment of quiet and then Penny said, "Strip me, Di. Come here and take off my clothes... Get me naked like your cute little husband."

Feet shuffled across carpet and the sounds of clohting sliding from flesh followed. Penny giggled softly, "Don't be so nervous, Di. Just undo the clasp... It's just a bra like the one you're wearing. See? That wasn't so hard, was it? Now, kneel down and slide my panties off." My wife let out a moan and I heard her knees hit the floor followed by the whisper of elastic moving over hips and a long sigh from Penny.

Wow!! Right behind me, Penny was naked! I pictured her in my mind, trying to remember how big her breasts were and trying to imagine those long legs without the covering of her ankle-length dress. I wondered if her pubes were the same reddish brown color as her hair or if-- damn this was exciting!-- she shaved down there. I hoped I'd be allowed to see for myself, despite the agreement with Di not to experience other women.

"Ah! Remember, sport, that your deal with Di doesn't include the right to be with other women?" John intoned as if reading my mind. Shit, I thought, that's true, they know it, and I'm toast. "Penny won't be on your viewing menu tonight, just mine... and Di's."

There was some movement behind me and I strained to hear, hoping I could figure out who was doing what and with whom. Then events started to accelerate.

"Tell me, Di, woman to woman... Do you think your hubby would find me attractive?"

"I... I guess so."

"Why?"

"Uhmm... well, you've got really beautiful breasts with wide, puffy nipples. He's always said he loves my boobs but I have to say yours are better. Firmer."

"Go on, tell him what he's missing."

The game was getting more obvious, I thought. John had brought another woman along as a way to enhance my cuckolding by having my wife strip her naked and then describe her to me. I assumed she would also watch as John and Di made love later and would probably be telling me all about it as she did. It was perverse and it was totally exciting.

"Well, Baby, you should see Penny's legs," my wife told me. "They're long and slender, like mine, but her butt is very tight and muscular. She's thin but not skinny-- more like a dancer and her arms are very toned... 'cut' I guess you'd say. Kinda masculine, in a way." Somehow I had pictured Penny as being more soft and rounded under her dress and I hoped Di wouldn't skimp on more "intimate" details as she paused to take a deep breath.

"Ohh!! Oh God, John!" I heard her say. Now what? Damn I wished I could ask her!

"John is taking off my blouse, Mike, and his hands are feeling me up... " My wife's voice got husky as she became aroused so I knew she was getting wet between the legs letting John take off her clothes. I really wished I could see them and my hard member throbbed in sympathy. I heard Penny take a gasping breath and realized that Di's bra must have come off too. "Yeah, John. Oh yessss.... pinch my tits... oh that feels SO good!"

I heard fabric rustle and my wife moaned some more, "Mike... Mike he's got my slacks undone and his hand inside my panties..."

"Hey, Dude! I know you remember how your cute wife feels when she gets excited. But I have to tell you, I can't remember feeling her this wet before she'd even gotten all her clothes off. Must be the audience!"

The sound of Di's slacks hitting the floor were followed by a long, low moan from Di and a grunt from Penny. Our guest's voice punctuated my wife's rising excitement, telling me how sexy she looked with John's hand buried in her panties, how she was leaning back and letting her lover feel her tits and slide a finger into her vagina. I nearly came right there and then, hearing Penny describe the action with her deep, throaty voice. "Oooh! VERY nice," Penny said, "John just slipped your wife's panties down to her knees." She then described, in detail, how cute she thought Di looked with her panites around her knees and John's fingers deep inside her sex. Penny was particularly graphic in detailing the way their tongues and lips behaved as she described them kissing.

"Tell him," John ordered.

"Okay, okay... Um, Mike, John wants me to compare myself to Penny now that we're both naked. To decribe us to you..." I heard my wife pant and figured that John's fingers were still working her slit and making it hard to talk. The growing scent of pussy coming from over my shoulders proved the point, I figured.

"Hungh!" she grunted and I could almost feel the orgasm building in my wife's sex, listening to John's fingers slapping along her wet opening and trying to remain calm. "She's, um, she's the same height as me, Mike, but I guess you knew that already. Her legs, like I said, are very muscular and she's got more of an hourglass figure than me. She's got bright red nipples-- wide, like I said before." There was more whispering and then a firm "NO!" from Di. More whispers and then, "Damn it... alright, I'll do it."

Some shuffling and then Di said, "I've got one of her boobs in my left hand and my right hand is cupping my left tit, so I can compare them. John," she added, "I really don't like this!"

"Do it, Di."

"Okay, um... Mike, her breast is heavier than mine, fuller and firmer. When I put my thumb over her nipple it gets really pointy-- like a pencil eraser. My boobies are barely big enough to filll my palm but Penny is bigger... maybe half again my size and at least a C cup." Di's voice trembled with embarrassment and I could sense her reluctance to continue but apparently John whispered more instructions and she must have agreed.

"My, um, my pussy is really wet, Mike and I'm dripping down my thighs and my pubic hair is totally soaked, especially since it's so short now."

I could hear my wife swallow a nervous laugh and take a very deep breath. Whatever she was doing must really be stressing her out.

"M-Mike... I... I..." Di stammered, "I've got my hand between Penny's legs now, Mike. She's very furry down there but if anything she feels even wetter than me... her hair is so soft and very thick around her vagina. I've never seen a woman with this much hair on her sex. I've certainly never felt one, hairy or not."

That last bit seemed directed at John and not at me but I felt overwhelmed with lust just knowing that my sweet wife had felt up another woman! I dearly wished I had been permitted to see that.

There was a lot of moaning and kissing and then John told my wife to come and sit on me while he "tended to business." Di argued, at first, telling him she wanted to fuck him NOW... but it didn't appear to matter to john. He obviously had another agenda.

"Di, honey, you still haven't gotten it, have you? You are going to cuckold yourself tonight... so go sit on your wimp of a husband's lap and let him put that sorry excuse for a dick in you while you watch me fuck my flight attendant... Right in front of you!"

When she came into view, my wife was near tears and angry. She plopped down on my dick and leaned over my shoulder, moving her hips in slow circles to rub herself in the right places while she watched her lover have sex with Penny.

to be continued....??



John Gets Double-Teamed



Author's note: 

Well, I've already discussed the Stephanie McMahon thing, so, here goes. 

This is a work of erotic fantasy. I am well aware that Stacy Keibler probably doesn't act this way in real life, but, hey, I can dream can't I?

 (Continued from last story) 

Stephanie walked John towards a dressing room and said, rather urgently, "I've been looking everywhere for you, you have to meet somebody." She opened the dressing room door, instructing him to close his eyes. She stood him in the room, he heard her click the lock on the door. "Hey Steph, is this the guy you're talking about all the time?" A pretty sounding voice asked. "Yeah, this is John, he's been kind of like the WWF women's fuck toy." Steph said playfully. "Oh, where are my manners? John, this is Stacy. Stacy Keibler. John extended his hand, not knowing where she was, hearing both girls giggle. Stephanie told him to open his eyes. John opened his eyes to see a regular dressing room with a leather couch. On that leather couch, lay a naked blonde girl, who John assumed was Stacy. He heard clothing slip off, and looked beside him, Stephanie was topless. He saw Stacy get up from the couch, his eyes on her long legs as she walked towards him. John felt two pairs of hands on his body. He looked down, seeing Stephanie on her knees, unbuckling his belt, while Stacy was pulling his shirt over his head. Stacy began to kiss him, using her tongue, John felt his pants and boxer-briefs come off, as he felt another tongue on his body. He reached around Stacy, grabbing her ass, as he felt Stephanie slide his prick into her mouth. 

John moaned into Stacy's mouth and grabbed her ass even tighter, pulling her towards him, jamming his tongue further into her mouth. Stephanie began to sloppily lick the shaft of his cock, lubricating it so that she could jack him off. John broke his kiss with Stacy, diving his head at her breasts. They weren't as big as Stephanie's, but they were a handful. He lowered his mouth to her nipple, taking it in his mouth just as Stephanie shoved his cock back into her mouth. John licked Stacy's nipple, rendering it stiff and rigid, before moving to her other nipple, and repeating the procedure. He took her nipple in his mouth, licking circles around it, before taking it back out and gently tweaking it. As John got Stacy's nipple's hard, Steph was hard at work on John's cock, sliding it into her throat, feeling the pulsation of his heartbeat as she held it in her throat. 

She heard Stacy moan, as John kept up his assault on her tits. Looking up, Steph saw that Stacy's wet pussy was directly above her, Stacy's ass swaying from side-to-side. Slowly, Steph reached her hand up to Stacy's pussy, sliding John's cock from her throat, keeping it in her mouth, and gently touched Stacy's clit. Stacy jumped in surprise, before a huge orgasmic wave flowed through her body. Stephanie felt her hand and forearm get covered in Stacy's cum, and she happily pulled her arm away, tasting Stacy's juices. With some still on her hand and arm, Stephanie popped John's cock from her mouth, dripping Stacy's juices on John's prick before sliding it back in her mouth. Stacy had now pulled John back up to her face, they passionately began to kiss again, with Stacy slowly pulling away from him, and making her way down to her knees with Stephanie. 

As Stacy knelt down next to Stephanie, she saw that Steph had John's entire cock in her mouth, and was bobbing her head back and forth, obviously not ready to stop. Stacy looked at other options. She eyed John's balls, but saw that Steph had John's cock in her mouth, up to the base of his shaft, thereby making it impossible for her to suck John's balls at the same time. Instead, she reached her hands out towards Stephanie's chest, squeezing her left breast in her hand. Steph moaned loudly, her mouth stuffed full of John's cock. Stacy took the cue and lowered her head to Stephanie's swinging breasts, taking Stephanie's left nipple in her mouth. Stephanie moaned her approval, slipping John's cock from her throat and her mouth, seeing it shining with her saliva. She began to slowly jack him off with her right hand, her left hand reaching down to Stacy's head, pushing it closer to her breast. Stacy felt Steph's nipple stiffen and grabbed her right breast, pulling her nipple to her mouth. 

Stephanie happily sighed, before sliding John back into her mouth, licking the underside of his cock. Stacy felt Stephanie's other nipple harden, so she pulled herself away from Stephanie's chest. She stiffened her back, now kneeling in front of John just like Steph. Stephanie saw Stacy, knowing what she wanted, she took John's member from her mouth, seeing it still covered with saliva, and beckoned Stacy to put it in her mouth. Stacy beckoned Steph to kiss it as well. The two gorgeous women began to lick and kiss both sides of John's cock, sending him over the edge. He moaned as Stephanie took his prick back into her hands, closing her eyes and feeling two warm streams of cum land on her nose and cheeks. Steph then aimed it at Stacy, who was kneeling directly next to her, and watched as three streams landed on her cheeks, nose and around her lips. John sighed contentedly, thinking the whole ordeal was over.

He happily sat on the couch, immediately in front of the two women. Both saw the cum on each other's faces. Stephanie leaned in at the same time Stacy did, their lips meeting as they kissed tenderly. Stephanie broke the kiss to lick Stacy's cheek, tasting John's cum as she had before. Stacy also licked Stephanie's cheek, tasting John's cream. Keeping the cum on their tongues, the two girls began to slide their tongues together, fervently tasting each other. Stacy broke the kiss, looking down at Stephanie's waist. "That's coming off," Stacy said, pointing to Steph's skirt. Steph responded by lying back, propping herself on her elbows, and watching Stacy shimmy her skirt down to her ankles, before pulling it off and tossing it across the room. Stephanie was now lying in her blue thong. Stacy lowered her head to Steph's waist, grabbing the thong with her teeth, and yanked it down to her ankles. 

Stacy slid the thong off, and began licking Stephanie's muscular, firm calves. Stacy slowly licked her way up Steph's legs until she was burying her face in Steph's pussy. John watched the whole thing happen, and his cock had sprung to life. He slid off the couch, walking on his knees towards Stacy's pussy. She was lying on her stomach, Steph's legs wrapped around her head, feet lying on her back. John knelt behind Stacy's ass, reaching down to grab Stacy's hips, raising her ass up, and guiding his cock to her pussy. He closed his eyes as he entered her tight pussy from behind, his cock surrounded by tight softness. Opening his eyes, he looked at Stephanie. She looked angelic, as her hands were down at Stacy's head, holding her there. Steph's breasts were squeezed together, making her look ever hotter. Slowly, John slid his cock out a bit from Stacy, driving it back in, he heard her elicit a small moan, it was all she could manage with her face buried in Steph's pussy.

John slowly built up speed, until he was pistoning into Stacy's pussy at top speed, her tightness hugging his shaft the entire time. Stacy was doing a good job on Stephanie as well, as Steph had cum twice now and based on the noise she was making, would be very soon. John continued to fuck Stacy, grabbing her ass with his hands, hearing her moan into Steph's cunt. All of a sudden, Stacy's body tensed up, she shivered and John figured that she must have cum. He knew it to be true when he felt her pussy grip his shaft, squeezing it gently. This was all it took for John, he grunted, and deposited his jism into Stacy's tight pussy. Exhausted, John pulled his cock from Stacy's sheath and collapsed on the floor, lying on his back. Stacy continued to eat Stephanie's pussy, as John watched them continue to go at it. After a few more minutes, Steph's moans became louder, and she grabbed Stacy's head, pulling her into her pussy. John saw Steph's body shake, and she let out a very loud moan. 

After a few seconds, Stacy pulled her face from Stephanie's lower region, leaning her body up and began to kiss Stephanie. John's cock rose back to formidable condition, and he crawled over to Stephanie's cunt, sliding his tongue around. Steph broke her kiss with Stacy to cry out, before Stacy turned herself around, squatting down on Stephanie's face. Steph took the message, and began to lick and suck Stacy's pussy, just as Stacy had done for her. John decided to suck Stacy's tits, and as he leaned his head up to her chest, his cock brushed Stephanie's pussy. Gradually, he eased his cock into Steph's pussy, hearing her gargle out a moan from Stacy's special area. John began to pound away at Steph's pussy, while he sucked Stacy's nipples, making them erect. Stacy moaned as well, feeling Stephanie bring her to a wonderful orgasm, as she came all over Steph's face. Stacy pushed John's head from her breasts as she came, wanting to enjoy the feelings. John simply lowered his head to Steph's chest, sucking her left nipple into his mouth. Steph cried out, her cunt clutching John's cock as she came. John thrusted three more times, unloading another round of his sticky, white cum. The three of them spent, they gradually disintegrated from their sweaty pileup. It was minutes before anybody said anything.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever done in my life," Stephanie said quietly. Stacy, now lying on top of Stephanie, could only nod her head. John, sitting on the couch, exhausted, couldn't even nod his head. Stephanie and Stacy got up, as they still had some work to do. John remained in a heap on the couch, watching the two girls dress. Stephanie walked into the bathroom, leaving Stacy and John together. "How come you're so tired?" Stacy asked innocently. "Well," John began, "I've officially had more sex in the last week, then I had in high school." 

Stacy laughed, leaning in to kiss John. She kissed him on the cheek, adding, "Well, take this to heart, I haven't been fucked like that since high school." She kissed him on the lips, her left hand reaching down to massage his wilted cock. Stephanie came from the bathroom, and Stacy went in, leaving John with Stephanie. Stephanie repeated the questioning, "So, John, have you been enjoying yourself this last week?" John could only nod his head. "Well, you'd better get dressed, because we need to get to work." John mopingly got to his feet, picking his clothes up, and dressing. Stacy came from the bathroom, and John kissed her, giving her a tight hug, squeezing her ass. Stephanie opened her arms, and John hugged her, squeezing her ass and giving her his keys. "Can you drive my car to the next town?" John asked. "Sure," Steph replied, "no problem." The three left together, each walking in their own direction away from the dressing room. John walked to the catering room, grabbed something to eat, and waited for the show to start, naughty images dancing in his head.

As the show wound down, John was shown by the ring crew how to take down, move and load the ring into the truck. As soon as that was through, John got the keys to the truck, and started it up. He asked where he was bringing it, and the answer was Cleveland. John set out for Cleveland at about midnight, barely able to keep his eyes open. He stopped at a convenience store, getting the biggest coffee they had, so that he wouldn't fall asleep. He drove into the night, until he reached the building, pulling into the parking lot about three hours early. He backed the truck into the loading dock, in perfect position and glanced at his watch. 4:27 AM. "Jesus Christ," he thought to himself, "I need to sleep." He crawled into the cab of the truck and slept for three hours. All he dreamt of was what happened the previous day.

He awoke to the sound of a honking horn. Startled, he jumped up from the cab, slamming his head on the ceiling. Cursing loudly, he glanced out the window to see the ring crew. He climbed from the truck, assisting them in bringing the ring into the arena. He helped them set it up, until one of the guys noticed the black circles around his eyes, instructing him to go back to the truck and sleep. John happily walked to the truck and resumed the same position, dozing off into a great dream of himself fucking Torrie, while he sucked Stephanie's tits. As he got off, he pulled out of Torrie and shot a load on Trish's tits. A knock on the truck door woke him from his blissful slumber. He glanced out the side window, seeing a cute looking blonde girl that he had never seen before. Regretfully, John unlocked the door, opening it a crack. "What?" he called out sleepily. 

"I was wondering if I could talk to you," the girl sheepishly replied. "Who are you?" John asked, opening the door a bit. "I'm Nora, but I'm better known as Molly Holly." John opened the door about two feet, glancing at her body. She was a bit pudgy, but she looked like she was very pretty. "Well, go ahead," John called out impatiently. "I was wondering if I could talk to you in there," she replied, pointing to the truck, "it's kind of private." Sighing, John opened the door for her, helping her into the truck. As she climbed in, John was afforded a fantastic view of her breasts, as her shirt was quite low cut. She sat on the passenger seat, whilst John lay back in the truck cab. "Well…" John said. "I know about your little affairs with the WWF women," she said, confidently. "And…" John replied tiredly. "Well, if Vince McMahon found out, he wouldn't be to happy," she replied boldly. John bolted upright. "Ah, now I've got your attention," Molly said, an evil smile creeping over her face, "Now, I won't tell, but only if I get a little reassurance," she said seductively, her eyes glancing down to John's cock. "But, I'm fucking tired," John whined, "I haven't slept in a very long time." "Not my problem," was the reply, "unless I get it now, you are gonna get shit canned." John knew he was beaten, sleep was not going to come his way, but it appeared that something else was about to.

He looked up and got a great look at her ass, she was leaning over to lock the door. She had a chubby ass, but it wasn't a big, fat ass. She was in the middle. He heard the door lock, and her eyes fixed on his. The cab of the truck was about eight feet long and five feet wide, giving the two a lot of room. Molly was still in the driving area, her eyes fixated on John's body. He was sleeping without a shirt on, and had on a pair of basketball shorts, with a sheet over his body. He saw her cross her arms, grabbing the bottom of her green top, raising it above her head. John stared at her exposed breasts. They were round and looked like they would bounce very well. Molly moved away from the driving area, ducking her head, and crawling her way into the cab of the truck. 

She rested on top of John, her thighs straddling his waist. She leaned in and began to kiss him, distantly at first, but their kisses became more and more passionate, until, John noticed, the windows were fogged up. Reaching ahead of her, Molly opened one of the cab windows a crack, allowing air to get in. John slowly sat up, his face directly in front of her breasts. He reached out, squeezing her left breast, feeling it's softness. Molly gasped, pulling John's head into her chest, encouraging him to suck her breasts. Taking her nipple into his mouth, John heard Molly gasp again, whispering, "yes." John continued to suck her left breast, his left hand kneading her right breast. He switched sides, taking her right breast into his mouth and cupping her left breast with his right hand. Gradually, he kissed his way up to her neck, until he reached her mouth, kissing her fervently, sliding his tongue into her mouth. 

Molly kissed him back, her hands clutching the back of John's head, pressing him harder onto her mouth. She broke the kiss, stealing away from his comforting arms, and standing up as much as she could in the low cab. John heard her unzip her black, tight pants, watching her push them down revealing to him, her sexy red lace panties. John could smell her pussy, and was eager to taste it. She was ducking against the ceiling, but John sat up, crawling towards her pussy. He grabbed the waistband of her panties, lowering them, with her pants, down to her ankles. He looked up at her sweaty, pretty face and saw that she was waiting for him to eat her. John stuck his tongue out, and moved his head closer to her pussy.

"She tastes sweet," he thought to himself, "Not as good as Stephanie, but, it'll do." He licked his tongue along her pussy lips, tasting her wetness. As he began to swirl his tongue, Molly pulled his head up from her pussy, pushing him back down onto the floor. She stepped out of the pants and panties, leaving herself naked. John looked at her, her body was gorgeous. She bent down, pulling the sheet up, pulling his basketball shorts off, revealing to her, John's cock, standing at half-mast. Molly got onto her knees, leaning towards John's cock, licking it softly with her tongue and sucking it into her mouth. As she made it stand, Molly pulled the cock from her mouth, looking proudly at John's now throbbing hard-on. Lowering her pussy down, Molly impaled herself on John's eight-inch rod. John couldn't believe how tight she was. Instinctively, John's hands went up to her chest, grasping her globes in his hands. 

John began to thrust, sending his cock into Molly's tight cunt, hearing her breath become ragged. John upped the tempo, sliding his cock into Molly faster and faster, until he felt her cunt clamp onto his prick, and Molly began to cum. She emitted a squeal, then John felt his lap get soaked. She came a lot, drenching John's thighs, and finally began to slow down. John still hadn't cum, and he kept thrusting, wanting to empty his load into her pussy. Molly stopped him from thrusting, confusing him. "What does she want?" John thought to himself, angrily. Molly did a 180º, her back now facing John. She began to raise and lower herself onto him, allowing his hands to snake up her sides and squeeze her breasts. John took over the thrusting, and again, he was plowing into her cunt with all he had. He pinched her nipples and again heard her squeal, and clench his cock in her pussy. 

This time, John felt his cock surge forth with a geyser of semen into Molly's tight cunt. He heard Molly moan, and finally, she fell backwards onto his chest, breathing heavily. John pulled his cock from her, and she rolled over, kissing him again on the lips. "Well, I'd better get going, I have stuff to take care of," she said, tossing her panties to him, "I heard you like to keep those, so, go ahead." John tossed them back, adding, "Yeah, but I already have to many." Molly shrugged, and dressed again, leaning down to kiss him. "Well, good night." "Yeah," John said, rolling onto his side. Molly kissed him on the cheek, before unlocking the door to go out. 

He slept for a few more hours, until he got up, dressed, and walked back into the building, hoping to get a shower. He ran into Stephanie. "Where have you been?" she asked, pulling him aside, "I've been looking everywhere for you." "Can I ask you a question, Steph?" John asked. Stephanie nodded. "What does your father think of inter-company relationships? Like if he knew that Trish and I had had sex?" "Nothing," Stephanie said, "He doesn't care. That's our business. Why?" "No reason," John replied angrily, "no reason at all." 

Author's note: 

Get it? Oh sure, it's not blackmail to the fullest, but it's still cool right? Same as before. Comments of any kind, Questions be they stupid or intelligent can be sent to the address in my profile. I want to have people send me a suggestion of a certain WWF/WCW/ECW woman that I can use in a story. The most votes I get for the certain girl, I'll use her. So send those suggestions my way. 




John Gets Double-Teamed



I've been working on a Debra story for a while now, so that will be a few days, then I'll probably move on to Francine, Dawn Marie, Ivory, Nidia (female Tough Enough winner) and I'm open for a few more suggestions. Thanks!!



John Havens to Joan



My Name is John and I live in Palm Beach, FL; I have not always lived at my address but I have always lived in Florida. I am married with two children and a dog and live in a nice house that lets other know that I am doing well financially. I work as a Purchasing Agent for a small commercial contractor in South Florida and I have a few friends there that understand me for who I am. 

I am pretty much a control freak; so as one might imagine I have a strained relationship with my wife and also the people that surround me in my life. There is always time to let others know how much they annoy me. I either spend a lot of time making disparaging remarks about them behind their backs or just making their life as miserable as I possibly can. The way I see it, is if they are more miserable than me; then I feel better about myself.

I'm in my late forties, about five feet five inches tall, brown hair. My build is that of a dumpy, meek individual. I am totally unimposing and maybe that is why I have a need to micro-manage everything at work and at home. This may also be the reason that I constantly verbally assault the people that I work with. It used to be difficult to even think this. let alone say it; but throughout my life I have always a bit closeted with thoughts about dressing in woman's undergarments or being taken sexually by a dominant man. So maybe the control that I exert over others is just a front by my desire to be controlled.

As I said, I have a few friends around me that understand me for who I am. My friend Gary was having trouble with his wife so he spent some time in my spare room in the basement of my house. I had a video recorder set up in the basement utility room; it was behind a mirror that was fixed to the wall. I used it to record my daughter and her girlfriends when they had sleep over's. I recorded Gary sitting on the edge of the bed masturbating to porn a few times. Gary was my age and height but he had about 50 lbs on me. I guess the biggest problem he had with his wife was navigating during sex; if they ever had sex.

I recorded Gary a few times and I found myself masturbating while I was watching him imagining I was between his legs sucking his cock. I went looking for his porn stash and eventually found it on the utility side of the basement. I started talking about sex every time I saw him and eventually one day while he was home and just one minute into his porn escapade I knocked hard on the basement door.

"Hey Gary are you in there? I need to get something from the utility room." I had the key in the lock and turned before I finished the sentence. He was sitting on the bed with his pants down around his ankles and a panicked look on his face. He managed to shut the magazine but not cover himself up completely and I noticed that his dick was hard.

"Hi Gary, I didn't know you were here. I am looking for something in the other room and I won't be but a minute. What cha doing?" I said as I walked through the room. He was still flustered by my intrusion into his private space and didn't respond.

While I was in the room I grabbed one of the tapes from my porn stash and my old hash pipe that was still caked with resin from my box of memorabilia from the 90's.

"Hey Gary look what I found," as I show him the tape and the pipe. "Wow I can't imagine who this tape belongs to. Maybe it is my son's tape I know he is into girls now; he just hasn't brought any of them home yet."

"Gary, do you remember this pipe?" His eyes lit up and I knew it was because he remembered it was at the last Alice Cooper concert that we went to. We both dropped acid and he hooked up with a bunch of guys and went for a ride. I couldn't find him for half a day and when he got back he went right home.

I suggested that we take a couple of hits off the pipe and pop in the video that I found. He grabbed the video from me and turned to the player. I lit the pipe and took a hit from it and passed it to him while we were waiting for the tape to rewind.

"I didn't realize that my son was already watching porn. I guess he and I should have that talk." 

Gary chimed in and said "John, he is seventeen I am sure that he knows more than you and I combined."

When the tape began to show the previews they were for Bondage, Cross dressing and spanking. Then one of the previews was for Chicks with Dicks. Neither one of us said anything during the previews; we just passed the pipe and sat across the bed with our backs against the wall and watched. The only light in the room was coming from the T.V. and it was enough to see that Gary was a bit uncomfortable.

I was stoned and I was sure that Gary was also so when the movie started with the first scene of a big titted blonde woman in a tennis outfit kissing another big titted woman in spandex with red hair, he leaned back and relaxed. Their shirts came off and they started pulling on each other's nipples while they were kissing. We both fidgeted a little bit adjusting ourselves and trying to be inconspicuous. Then all of a sudden the blonde grabs a fist full of red hair and spits into the woman's mouth. She begins to berate her and starts slapping her tits hard. Then she pushes Red onto her back on the carpet and straddles her waist. She pushes Reds big tits together and she begins to push her hips forward to simulate fucking. As the blonde continues to berate Red she shoves three fingers into her mouth and with her other hand grabs Reds crotch and starts rubbing it hard telling her she is going to fuck her in every hole.

My cock was at attention and I had to shift on the bed because it was straining against the confines of my underwear and pants. I could see that Gary's pants were tented and I figured why fight it. I tell Gary that it is too hot in the basement and that my cock is rock hard from watching these women. As I am removing my pants I suggest to him that he do the same so I don't feel funny. He doesn't hesitate and when he does I can see the outline of his hard cock through his underwear.

The blonde woman and Red stand up and the blonde puts a leather collar on Red and pushes her over the back of a chair. Red is hunched over the back of the chair with her hands resting on the arm rests. Her big fleshy tits are hanging pendulously and she has a look of fear on her face.

The blonde pulls Reds pants down just below her ass cheeks and then steps in front of her. She leans forward and places her knees on the chair. She grabs a hand full of Red's hair and pushes her big tit into her face. She is commanding that Red suck on her big nipples and that if she does a good job she will fuck her really-good. 

Red tries in earnest to reach the nipple with her tongue so she can begin suckling but the blonde won't let her. Once again she yanks Red's hair pulling her head back and spits into her mouth, berating her about how she can't even please her by sucking on her tits.

Red begins to cry and is begging for her to put her nipples back into her mouth and let her try again but the blonde has other plans. As she walks around Red she trails her hand from Reds hair to her ass. She starts telling Red how her ass is going to match her hair as she begins to smack her ass with her bare hand. The blonde reaches down between Reds crotch and rubs across her pussy.

"You are such a whore; your pussy is dripping. You like when I slap your ass slut? You can't wait for me to fuck you can you whore?"

I am getting so turned on I am afraid that I am going to cum in my underwear. My cock is throbbing and twitching and as I look over at Gary and his cock is poking out past the waist band of his underwear and he is rubbing his cock. I start doing the same except I take another leap and pull down my underwear to my ankles and begin openly rubbing my cock.

Gary can see that I am stoned and lost in lust from this video; he reaches over and puts his hand on my cock and squeezes it. I know immediately that I want this and I put my hands down at my sides. He is not stroking my cock he is just squeezing it tight. He leans in further and he begins to kiss my nipple and takes it into his mouth to suckle at it. He looks me in the eye and says. "I knew you would find that tape and want to watch it; don't cum yet I want to show you something."

The blonde woman on the screen stops spanking the red head and is telling her that she is going to give her what she needs. Gary tells me that he knows that I have been recording him and that I have a stash of gay porn, and that I want this to happen; and he is going to give me what I need.

The blonde walks around to the front of Red and pulls down her skirt and panties. The beautiful busty blonde is sporting an eight inch cock and she pushes it into the face of Red and tells her to get to work. "I know this is what you want bitch, so show me how much you want it."

As the woman starts fucking Reds throat, Gary lets go of my cock and takes it all the way into his mouth and starts licking my balls. Then he starts fucking me with his mouth with quick short strokes at the head of my cock for five seconds and stops. "Does that feel good," Gary says to me. I shake my head in the affirmative and he tells me to continue to watch the tape.

"I haven't had pussy in so long" Gary says as he grabs my legs and swings them so I am now lying on the bed and still able to see the T.V. Then he pushes my knees and feet in the air. My legs are held together by my underwear and he tells me to grab them and hold them in place. He begins to flick his tongue at the head of my cock and down to my balls and finally over my exposed asshole.

The blonde is still in front of the red head except now she is making Red lick her balls and run her tongue along the length of her shaft. The blonde leans in and starts fingering the ass of Red, telling her that she will fuck her ass before they are done.

Gary drops his head and begins to probe my hole with his tongue; tracing circles around it until he gently pokes his tongue in. His tongue inside my anus feels really good much better than I could have imagined. He inserts his tongue and flickers the tip around and then darts in and out. My cock is still raging and everything Gary does leaves me wanting more.

Blonde grabs Reds collar and leads her to the couch. She pushes her back so she has her back lying on the cushion with her ass hanging over the edge of the seat. Blonde pushes three fingers into Red and begins ramming them into her pussy telling Red how she is so sloppy and wet; and how she needs to fuck her Ass hard, as punishment for her being so loose. 

As Blonde is lifting Reds feet off the floor and pushing Reds knees into her chest; I feel a cool lubricant being applied to my ass. I am unsure what it is and I don't react to it because I am enthralled with the scene unfolding on the screen. I am hoping the Blonde takes Reds Ass and fucks her hard. 

As Reds Ass gets penetrated I feel the pressure on my own Ass. Gary starts to lean into me, impaling me with his cock and between the smoke and the video I want it more than I have wanted anything. He tells me to stick out my tongue and when I do he rubs his thumbs over my tongue. I am thinking that he is going to put them in my mouth but he takes his wet thumbs and starts flicking them over my nipples; and before I even realize it, he is inside my Ass fucking me with long slow strokes.

Gary begins telling me how he knew that I would be into this when he saw my porn stash, and my pussy is now his; sixty seconds later I blow my load of cum all over my chest and up to my neck. Gary grabs some of my cum and uses it to coat his cock and add to the lubrication. My cock is still raging hard and twitching as he continues to fuck me. He rubs some cum into my nipples and scoops the rest up and feeds it to me; then has me lick his fingers clean. "You have a nice pussy and you are a good fuck," Gary says to me as he begins to grunt and pound my ass harder.

He buries his cock in my ass and I can feel it erupting and spewing his seed into my bowels. He slides his cock out and commands me to get on my knees on the floor and clean my mess off his cock. I was scared for a second at his tone and jumped. I rolled off the bed and immediately got to me knees and began licking all over his cock and balls. I could taste his cum and my ass juice, which I did not find repulsive; but the lube that he used was bitter. As I was doing as instructed he placed a leather collar around my neck and told me that when I walked down the stairs I needed to have this collar on or there would be consequences.

Then he said, "oh by the way you can keep the video of me masturbating and I will keep the video I made of our little romp just now. Just do as I say Always and it will be between us."

It felt so right to be on my knees sucking his cock with the feeling of my well fucked Ass, that all I could think to do was look up at him with his cock in my mouth and shake my head yes.

"Good girl" said Gary, "now be back here tomorrow at the same time."

Gary used me for a couple of months until he got back together with wife. He took all the videos that he made and told me to keep the collar in case he were to stop by for a visit.

A year or so later I was looking for a way to de-stress so I joined a gym. I had been going for several weeks when one day during my workout I realized that I was staring at this man while he was stretching and working his hamstrings. After that day I realized, not only was I always looking at him; I was always looking at his legs as they curved up to his ass while trying to imagine the size of his cock. I never thought about touching him but for some reason I thought about seeing him naked. I especially liked when he stretched out in his spandex shorts; they outlined his body and sometimes I could see the head of his cock where his cock was locked against his leg. I couldn't help but to stare.

I started coordinating my workouts with his workouts and this gave me the opportunity to also see him in the locker room. He was one of those guys that would undress in the locker room and walk around naked for the entire time until he got dressed and left. The first time I saw him naked up close my heart almost beat out of my chest. I got flush and had to sit down to keep from falling down. When he saw me flutter and sit down he came over to me to see if I needed assistance.

I was sitting there trying not to pass out from anxiety, which got worse when he came over and put his hand on my shoulder asking me if I was alright. Once I sat down I was feeling better but when I looked up I was eye level with his cock. My cock immediately got hard and I couldn't have stood up even if I wanted to. He just stood there patting the top of my back and neck asking me questions and offering me water. I said yes to the water and as soon as he left to get it I bolted out of there and didn't come back for a week.

When I returned to the gym; every time I saw him he would make a point to acknowledge me by exchanging some basic "Hi, Goodbye greetings" and then after that we began to engage in small talk at the machines. One day he approached me while I was in the locker room and we talked for about an hour. Mostly about me; he was always asking me leading questions that I was happy to answer if it meant that he would stay longer. He was just standing by his locker naked while we talked. I found myself taking glances at his body every time he turned to reach into his locker or when his eyes left me to acknowledge another of his friends. I think a few time he caught me stealing glances of him.

He seemed to know a lot of the people that went to the gym and was friendly with all of them. One day while I was in the shower just standing there facing the wall with my legs spread and hands up on the wall for support. I was letting the warm water cascade over me; it was very soothing on my body. I had my eyes closed and had been thinking about that guy; visualizing he and I naked doing our workout together. I imagined him lying on his back on the work bench; his legs bent at the knees with his feet on the floor. His butt was at the end of the bench so his cock and balls would dangle between his splayed legs. I was enjoying the thought and began stroking my hard cock and began contemplating whether or not to masturbate behind this curtain. Suddenly I was startled by someone from behind me saying;

"Hey, nice work out today; noticed that you are always here when I'm here. We must keep the same hours. I know we have chatted a few times but we never actually met. I know your name is John Havens; I got it from my buddy at the front desk; my name is Joe; Joe Larson."

I recognized the voice so initially I was startled but not panicked. I continued to slowly stroke my cock; I lifted up my head and said;

"Hey yeah, I was just thinking about... That you and I are always here together... What I mean is that we are here at the same time... Like you just said and we should work out together." I was embarrassed that I was tripping over my tongue and hung my head and let the water run over my back. As the water cleared from my face and I open my eyes I saw a pair of feet behind me, outside the wet area of my shower. I turn my head slightly and; "oh fuck!" I notice that the curtain was open I never pulled it closed.

Joe replied "Oh is that what they are calling it these days, give me your number and I will call you to set something up."

I was so embarrassed; I pulled my hand off my cock at lightning speed and continued to stare at the floor.

"Hey John, I need to be somewhere, GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER." 

I rattled off my cell number hoping he would make an exit so I could close the curtain and hide until he left.

Two days later I got a call from Joe. "Hey John lets connect at the gym on Monday at the usual time 4:30pm."

I was still a little embarrassed and stammered out "yeah sure, sounds good" and waited for him to hang-up his phone. Then on Sunday he called me again to inform me that Monday was not going to be good for him. I told him OK, and that whatever was good for him would work for me and that he can call me anytime to let me know. We engaged in small talk on the phone and he decided to meet me at the coffee house at 3:30pm on Monday and we could talk about making a schedule. 

That Monday he called me at 3:10 and said he was running late. He told me he lived local and that I should come by now; and that he should be home in five minutes. I said sure and took down his address and headed off to his place. I was excited because it was obvious that we were friends; why else would he invite me over?

I arrived at his place just before he did and I waited. When he got there he pulled in behind my car, he came over to me and greeted me with thanks for coming by and a good firm-grip hand shake; then we went inside.

"Hey John are you married?"

I told him yes and he handed me a beer. I spent a few minutes telling him about my lack of personal connection with my wife. I was still standing in his foyer as I took off my shoes before walking onto the carpeted floor.

We moved into the kitchen and sat for a minute drinking the beer and chatting. I noticed that all the walls had a mirror on them, varying in shape and size. 

"Hey nice place you have here" I said.

"Thanks come check this out" and he led me into another room. It was a gym with one window on the wall that was closed up tight with a shade and curtains. The walls were covered with muscle men and picture posters of young shirtless teenage boys and young men. In the corner there was a tri pod light stand with a large cabinet that seemed to be some entertainment center and a large leather couch on the wall opposite the cabinet. There were two doors in the room besides the entrance and one of them was obviously a full bathroom with a hot tub, the other was closed and had multiple locks on it.




John Havens to Joan



"Hey John; go grab a six-pack from the fridge and I will take a minute to clean up." 

As he was asking me to do this he was stepping into the bathroom while unbuttoning his shirt. When I got back into the room with the beer, the bathroom door was still open and Joe was naked standing on a pile of clothes. He was just about to enter the stall when he saw me. 

"Give me one of those" he said; and when I hesitated he stepped out into the gym room naked and grabbed a beer, said thanks and walked back into the bathroom. While he showered I was steeling glances at him through the clear glass shower door when I thought he wasn't looking. I heard the water turn off and figured he would dry and get dressed. He came walking into the gym naked dragging a towel across his head, drying his hair.

I couldn't believe this guy, but I was also, loving the show because I could see his muscled body flex as he vigorously dried his hair and his flaccid cock dangle as he walked. Then he dropped the towel and went right for the cabinet and opened it up. There were loads of videos and he grabbed one and put it in the player.

Joe told me to take a seat on the couch while he set up this video. With his back to me he bent down from the waist and reached into a drawer at the bottom of the cabinet and seemed to be searching for something. My cock immediately responded to the sight before me and I was sitting with my fingers locked around my beer resting it on my crotch, hoping that he didn't notice the bulge. 

He stood up and pulled on a pair of bikini briefs and as he was walking to the couch he was telling me about his friend on Long Island, NY who has his own small production company and has an internet based company where he sells his pictures and video's.

He reaches into an ashtray and picks up a half smoked joint and lights it. He takes a hit and passes it to me. I pretend to take a small hit and tried to pass it back but he said. 

"Hold on to it for while and smoke it while I set this up."

He would look at me periodically and ask how that smoke was; I was trying to take little hits but inevitably I got stoned. When the video started it showed a brunette about five feet six inches with small tits, slim waist with a muscular belly. Her waist rolled into wide curvy hips with a nice shapely Ass that was covered in black panties, that was attached to her lovely legs that were clad in Black stockings. 

This woman was very alluring and she was provocatively running her left hand through her hair as she looked into the camera. The next picture on the screen was the same woman knees spread kneeling on a bed. She had on Black lace panties with a black and white robe that came down to the middle of her ass cheek; it was loosely tied and pulled open exposing her tits and belly. Her hands were bound to her ankles that were bound together. Once again she was looking into the camera and this time she had a provocative smirk on her face.

The final intro picture was of this same woman. She was lying on a bed with her belly down propped up on her elbows looking into the camera. Her legs were slightly spread with her knees bent; her feet were up in the air with her ankles crossed. This picture was accentuated by her black three inch heels. Her dark hair parted in the middle, hanging down framing her face as it came to rest on her shoulders. This time she was expressionless.

The caption that followed was "Lone Wolf Productions; Produced by Bobby Walsh Enterprises".

The scene that opened up was of an unattractive girl in a red tank top with red bikini panties. She was about 20 years old, over weight with big heavy tits; her long dirty blonde hair hanging loosely. She was in a basement with her back to a pole in the middle of the room. She was hand cuffed and didn't seem to be in any imminent peril or distress.

An unimposing skinny man with a crew cut clad in leather collar with matching wrist and ankle bracelets entered the scene. It looked like he had a three inch dick so I knew this wasn't going to be a fuck flick but he was holding an eight inch dildo with a suction cup at the base. He was yelling at the girl calling her slut and whore, wielding that dildo menacingly at her. The camera angle was constantly changing so it was obvious that there was someone else in the room; at one point I could see a reflection of a large black man holding a camera in a wall mirror.

Joe gets up and says, "This video sucks right? I know it does but I wanted you to see it. This guy is an asshole and a freak but he does pay me to send him videos. That is one of the ways that I supplement my income. That is what pays for this room and the hot tub over there. I don't know if you are aware but I am part owner in the gym that you go to."

"No I didn't know that" I said and kept looking at him expecting him to say something else.

He gave me back the joint and left to get more beer. When he dropped the beer on the table he handed me one and said he would be right back. He went into the bathroom and started peeing right in plain sight. When he got back he suggested that we watch another video. He suggested that I get up and pick one but I declined. He looked at me and smiled and said.

"Dude don't worry about me seeing your hard-on, I have seen it already remember in the shower? It's cool we are both guys here and it is a natural occurrence to get aroused at the sight of tits and ass, right?"

I chuckled and got up and I was glad that I was walking away so he wouldn't see how hard I was. As I approached the cabinet I saw a glint of light out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look and realized that there were mirrors all over the walls and the tent in my pants was obvious. Then I thought; "did he just take my picture?"

I saw a video labeled "Perry" I immediately thought of Perry at the gym. He was big with blonde hair and he was all muscle. He always wore spandex briefs in the gym and he also walked around naked in the showers. My cock twitched as I was thinking about the outline of Perry's cock as he worked out. Then I remembered that I had to turn around and walk back to the couch. Just then the lights in the room dimmed, I put in the video and walked back; as I walked back I could see the only light in the room was directed at the couch.

This video's caption under a muscle guy holding up barbells said "First Night Productions a Bobby Walsh Enterprise."

The video opened up to a gym scene with a petite young blonde girl. She looked a lot like one of the girls that go to the gym. Then I noticed as the view panned out that it was this room in the scene. Perry walked into the room and began talking to her. He gave her some water, she took a sip and then they began to exercise and stretch; much like I had seen them do at the gym.

The girls name was Alice and she appeared to become unsteady during one of her stretches. Perry grabbed her and began to maul her. He removed her workout clothes and started kissing her deeply and rubbing her pussy very fast. She seemed to melt into his arms and he directed her over to the couch where he began to make her suck on his cock while he berated her telling her what a tease and cunt she was for getting his cock hard; and how he was going to fuck her good for her troubles.

I had settled into the couch and I was very content to watch this scene unfold. I felt nothing for the girl; all I could think about was me in her position and it brought me back to those first times with Gary. As I reach for another beer I see that Joe has his briefs off and is stroking his big cock. I stare mesmerized for a few seconds and then feel his hand grip the back of my neck and pull me over to him. As he pulls me closer I literally just fall over. I was stoned and buzzed from the beer; my ass was planted in the seat cushion and my reaction time was nil.

Just as I was about to fall onto his lap I caught myself. He had a firm grip on my neck so in order to regain my balance I had to scoot over closer to him. He pulled me right over and planted his lips on mine as he was reaching for my hand to place on his hot throbbing cock.

He told me to rub his cock then he forced his tongue into my mouth. When I realized what was happening I just slumped into him in total surrender. He opened my pants and pulled out my cock. He pulled his tongue out of my mouth and pulled my head down toward his beautiful cock. I knew what he wanted and almost fell on to his cock pushing it straight to the back of my throat. I could hear him groan as my wet mouth engulfed his long hot cock.

While my mouth worked his cock he helped me remove my shirt and pants. Joe pulled me up off his cock and pushed me back onto the couch; he reached over and grabbed my cock and pointed out how much better it felt with a man's hand on me; I agreed. He stroked my cock for a few minutes and he brought his hand up to my nipple and started rubbing his thumb over it and told me to rub my tits and nipples. I got really excited that he told me to rub my tits, that I had an expression of jubilation on my face as I did it. I watched him as I rubbed my tits and then he told me to also rub my clit. I had never thought of my cock as a clit although Gary had stated a few times while he was fucking me that I should rub my clit. 

Joe knew what I really wanted and knew that eventually I would come running to him and do whatever he wanted. It was like he could read my mind; when he started rubbing my cock again I was hoping he would make me cum. 

He started licking my nipple while rubbing my cock and I was really hot. He knew I loved it when he kept making me tell him that I wanted him to rub my cock and make me cum. Then he made me beg him to suck my nipples and then he made me stop. He just stopped touching me and sat back and started rubbing his own cock.

He told me to rub my own nipples and tell him how hot he was making me and how much I wanted him to make me cum. When I started telling him these things he got off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of me and pushed my knees wide open. 

He told me not to stop rubbing my nipples and he started rubbing my inner thighs from my knee to my balls. Then without a word; he pushed my knees even wider, dropped his head and ran his tongue along the length of my clit and back down to the base.

Then he let go of my knees inched up a little further and took the head of my clit into his mouth.

I was in heaven hoping he would start sucking until I exploded in his mouth but he stopped again and straightened up. Still on his knees he told me to sit up. Now I was sitting with my back straight, legs spread with my feet on the floor on the edge of the seat cushion. 

He put his left hand on my waist and his right up to the side of my neck with his fingers wrapping around the base of my head. He started sucking on my nipple while he was pulling my body into his mouth aggressively. Then he switched nipples for a few seconds and then back again.

I was hoping that he would start sucking my clit again but he picked his head up, looks at me and pulls me to him and kisses me hard. After a moment he pokes his tongue out and I respond with my tongue. We are kissing for a few minutes and his right hand is still pulling my head toward him. 

As we are kissing he closes my legs and comes up and straddles my legs and kneels on the edge of the couch with his toes still touching the floor. Now as we are kissing, my back is straight and my head is tilted back. He takes my hand and places it on his cock that is now poking me in the chest and tells me to stroke it and caress his balls with my other hand. At this point I will do anything and he knows it.

He tells me how he knows that I want him and how I want to please him; then he demands that I say yes to everything he is saying. How I wanted him to kiss me and how I liked rubbing and touching his body and how I like being told what to do.

I say yes to everything and it feels so right and so natural. He reaches further behind my head and grabs a fist full of hair as he stands up. He is not hurting me but I understand he is in control. He pulls my head back and tells me to watch myself play with his cock and to also see how hard and turned on I am because I want him.

As I am watching he takes his left hand and places it on the side of my face. I am not sure what he is going to do and I am a little nervous. He rubs the side of my face and pushes his thumb through my lips and all the way into my mouth. 

Now he tells me to look at him. I do and he comments on how warm and wet my mouth feels and how I should swirl my tongue around his thumb. I do this with enthusiasm as I watch him watch me. He tells me how I am his bitch now and that my name is no longer John Havens; it's Joan. He starts pulling my head onto his stationary hand making me fuck his thumb with my face. 

He stops and asks me rhetorically. "Joan are you ready to suck my cock?" I am so turned on and excited that I start shaking my head yes, yes, yes, "oh please; can I suck on your cock?"

"Kiss it" he says and I start planting kisses along the underside of his cock down to his balls and then back to the head. He again pulls my head back and tells me to open my mouth as he is pushing forward with his cock. I start licking and sucking and he starts instructing me on how he wants me to take him all the way into my mouth and then all the way back out; "long slow and wet" he tells me.

As I am getting used to his cock in my mouth poking at my throat every time I go down he instructs me to move faster as he starts undulating his hips with the rhythm. Now he is pulling my head down onto his cock and I know that he likes what I am doing.  

He tells me that he is going to cum and that he wants me to swallow it. Just as he is about to erupt in my mouth he pulls back until my lips are around the head of his cock. He spurts into my mouth and I swallow. He spurts again and I hold it in my mouth. He pulls out and the final spurt drops out and lands on my chest.

He instructs me again to swallow and tells me to rub his cum onto my tits. He puts his cock back into my mouth and starts slowly fucking me telling me that I was OK but next time I better be more enthusiastic. Then he pulls out; tells me to get dressed and get out and be back on Thursday at the same time and not to cum before I get there or don't bother showing up.

I hurriedly collect my thing and try to zip up my pants without hurting myself. All the way home I am wondering how I am going to last the two days until Thursday without pleasuring myself. I can't wait until Thursday. 



John Hawk



John Hawk

My name’s John Hawk.

I’m now in my forties, somewhere this side of fifty.

Widowed, my wife died of cancer, ten years ago.

Since that time I’ve done quite a lot that I probably never would have done if she hadn’t died. Partly because of our relationship, partly just because of life. 

I’m a fairly good-looking man. Not overly so, but nice enough.

I’m in decent shape. Again, not some pin-up hunk, but not bad on the eyes.

Oh, yeah, I have a huge cock. 

Thirteen inches. Balls to match. 

Not bragging, just letting you know, so you understand some of my story a bit better.

After my wife died I was pretty lonely, not being a person who frequented bars or places like that, where there were other lonely people, I didn’t run across a lot of available females.

Oh, sure, my friends and co-workers tried to fix me up with relatives or someone they knew, but I turned most of those down. The first year I just didn’t have the desire. The second year I just didn’t want to have to work so hard. My wife and I had been married for over fifteen years and she knew me, inside and out, literally. Our sex life wasn’t wild and crazy but it was damn good. She couldn’t do much with my cock orally, being as she had a very tight gag reflex, but she could take every inch in her pussy. And, she liked to be fucked hard, in almost any position. Anyway, we had it good enough, though I have to admit I had some desires that were outside of her tastes. But, I can’t complain. 

So, as you probably guessed, I spent a lot of time jerking-off for two years. In fact, I didn’t fuck another person until more than two years after my wife had died.

Her name was Sheila.

She was my friend’s sister. Yeah, I know, as I said earlier, I turned most of those down. This one I accepted as a favor to my friend, who will remain unnamed. He helped me a lot through the hard times and I was grateful for his friendship.

So, I went out with his sister.

We went out to eat, saw a movie, then I took her back to her apartment. Sheila was about 5’7” 145 lbs. Nice curves, big tits. Not very pretty but not ugly. We had a good enough time and when I walked her to the door I had planned to kiss her. Before I could, she invited me in and I accepted.

Well, once inside, before she even kissed me she told me she wanted to fuck.

Now, understand, I hadn’t fucked in a long time but was no school boy. My cock wanted to be inside a pussy but it wasn’t going to explode with just a touch. I was horny but not too horny, if you know what I mean.

And, I knew I was big. Real big. So I wanted to warn Sheila, and I did. 

“Sheila,” I said, “I need to tell you something.”

Her eyes told me she wasn’t listening. She acted as if she hadn’t fucked in two years either.

“Go ahead,” she said, already unbuttoning her blouse.

I went ahead and told her I had a big cock. She laughed. Said all men think they have a big cock. Said that she’d probably had one bigger than mine.

I smiled, nodded, and took off my pants.

Sheila gasped. I mean literally gasped. She made all sorts of sounds. Groans, moans, and some others I didn’t recognize, all the while staring at my cock, which wasn’t even hard yet, though well on it’s way.

Needless to say Sheila had never had a cock like mine. 

She didn’t have mine either. Couldn’t get it in her pussy.

So, I ate her, made her cum ten or twelve times, licking her big clit while I slid a finger in and out of her asshole. Sheila could really cum. Her whole body shook, her pussy clenched up and juices ran out of her like a river. 

But, she couldn’t get my cock inside of her. No matter how we tried. She got on top of me, after I had tried to push it in her, and sat down on me with her full weight, almost breaking my cock. Finally, she rubbed it across her lips and clit until she came three of four more times.

One thing Sheila could do was suck my cock. She got about five inches of it in her mouth and sucked me like her life depended on it. With my huge balls in one hand, Sheila wrapped her mouth around my cock and sucked me until I shot a river of cum in her mouth. The lady drank some of my cum but let the rest flow our of her mouth, down my shaft, to cover my balls, which she massaged as I came. 

In spite of the fact that I didn’t get to really fuck her, it was some good sex. I saw her a few more times before we both headed in different directions. I never did get more than the head of my cock in her pussy. 

But you know what? After Sheila got transferred out of town I got a visit from my friend’s wife, Sheila’s sister.

Yeah, you guessed it. 

Sheila had told her about my cock. 

My friend’s wife came over one evening, too late for a social visit, something she had never done anyway. When I answered the door and saw her there, I looked around for her husband. She informed me he was out of town and that she wanted to talk to me about something. I assumed it was about Sheila and even thought it might be that she was going to thank me for going out with her sister.

It wasn’t about Sheila.

It was about my cock.

It took all of about ten minutes for her to come on to me. We were sitting on my couch talking about nothing when she slid closer to me and put a hand on my leg.

Now understand, I wasn’t getting a lot of pussy and I was always a horny man, so it didn’t take much to make my cock start to grow. 

Her hand was enough. 

Yes, I know. She’s my friend’s wife. 

I knew that but my cock didn’t. And it didn’t care.

She put her hand on my leg and got that look on her face. 

You know the one. 

The one a female gets when she wants to fuck. My cock grew harder and I knew that there was no way I could make it stop. 

“My sister told me you were huge,” she said. “And, from the bulge in those pants I’d say she was right.” At that she slid that hand that had been on my leg over to that bulge, and squeezed.

When she said, goddamn, I knew I was going to fuck her.

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. 

She’s my friends wife. 

You’re right. But I fucked her anyway.

Okay, I could’ve stopped her, told her to leave, but I was horny and to be honest, I wanted to fuck her 

She undid my pants, pulled them off along with my boxers, her eyes glued to my now completely hard cock.

“Oh my gawd,” she said. “Oh shit. Oh my...” she carried on as she stripped off her own clothes, revealing a very nice body for a woman closing in on forty. 

I still had my shirt on as she straddled me there on the couch and slid her very wet, very tight pussy down the length of my shaft. It took her almost half an hour to get it all inside of her, but she did. If I told you how many times she came as she worked my cock into her pussy you’d think I was lying or bragging. Believe me, she did all the work, so bragging would serve no purpose. I contributed my cock, all thirteen inches, and she did her thing.

I held her hips, lifted her up and down a few times, pinched her nipples, sucked them, kissed her, and did as much as I could, but truth be told, she fucked me. And she came and came. 

My couch still has a stain from the soaking it got from her pussy. 

Finally, she grabbed my face in both her hands as she was cumming and told me to cum in her. 

There was no telling me twice. I had been holding off almost from the moment my cockhead entered her tight pussy. I rolled my hips to match her movements, watching her face contort as she exploded once more, and felt my cockhead grow even harder, deep inside this woman’s pussy and then I exploded. 

I didn’t just cum, I exploded. Cum shot from me so hard it hurt. My cock and balls convulsed time after time as I filled this woman with a huge load.

She came when I did. 

Really.

When my cum shot out of my cock, she came. Her pussy clenched my shaft and head like a vise and she screamed. 

Screamed.

Loud.

Long.

And then she shook. Her body shook around my cock as I finished emptying my balls into her. It was unbelievable. I had never had sex like that before. My wife enjoyed fucking, but this woman did it like her life depended on it. 

And when she slid off my cock, watching the giant, slick meat plop out of her tight pussy, she groaned. She actually picked up my semi-hard, cum-coated cock and licked it like a lollipop. It was my turn to groan. 

I waited for her to show some sign of guilt, something that matched what I was beginning to feel.

She didn’t. 

Not even after she walked to the bathroom, hand covering her pussy to keep from dripping, emptied my cum from her cunt and walked back naked to where I sat, cock still semi-hard, resting on my leg.

“Goddamn,” was all she said as she dressed, kissed me, picked up my cock, gave it a big squeeze and left.

I sat there for a while longer, feeling some guilt, but mostly just feeling satiated.

I slept like a baby that night, though I awoke with some weird feelings.

Guilt mixed with morning horniness. 

Strange mixture. 

I pushed it away and left it there.

It took a few days to rationalize it all, but, I did. 

C’mon! Everyone rationalizes. 

Every day.

What that encounter did for me was to set me free. 

Free from the loss of my wife, sexually that is. I will never get over her absence from my life. We were friends as well as lovers and I miss her presence each and every day.

But, I needed to be able to express myself again sexually, and in a way that was apart from what she and I had. That was never going to be in my life again so I needed to move on.

I did.

I decided, from that evening, to really go after what I wanted sexually. To express those desires that I had held in check for so long. Part of doing that would include me being very up front and honest with those I fucked. 

Not hidden agendas, no strings attached.

And, for the most part, over the next seven or eight years I did that.

But, I’ll talk about those next time.

For now, this is John Hawk, and I’m out.