****** In Need by Kathy ******
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In Need


Nancy was going crazy, it had been nearly two days since her last orgasm, and
if she didn't get one in a hurry she would lose her mind! Even though she was
only a nineteen year old senior in high school, Nancy had been having regular
orgasms for a year, and once you start, it's like potato chips, you can't eat
just one! She picked up the phone and hurriedly dialed Mark Smith's number, and
said out loud, "Please be home Mark, please be home!" The receiver was lifted
on the other end of the line and as luck would have it Mark was there to answer
it.

"Hello, Smith's residence, Mark speaking."

"Hello, Mark, this is Nancy, what are you doing tonight?"

"Look, Nancy," he answered, "I've got a lot of home work tonight, and I don't
have time to be fooling around with you!"

"Mark you gotta help me out, I'm going nuts here," she begged, "remember when
I've done it for you, you owe me!" He sighed, looked at his watch and replied,
"All right Nancy, meet me outside of our garage at six thirty, and don't come
over any earlier than that, because we're having a late supper, okay?!?"

"Anything you say, Mark, six thirty, I'll be there!"

"Just one more thing," he added, "be ready, cuz I'm not spending all night out
there, understand???"

"Uh, sure Mark, I'll be ready, you can count on me," she replied, and then hung
up the phone.

At exactly six thirty Mark slipped out the back door and entered the large two
car garage, where he found Nancy waiting for him. "Been here long," he asked
pleasantly? "Naw, I just got here a few minutes ago," she replied! "Okay," he
asked, what'll it be?"

"Well, I want to suck you first, and then have you finish me with your mouth,
if that's okay with you," she offered?

"Sure, sure," he said, "let's get going then!" Coming prepared, Nancy laid a
blanket down on the cold cement floor and got down on her knees and waited.
Mark stepped in front of her and Nancy quickly opened up his pants and pulled
his penis out into the cool night air. Nancy had sucked a lot of cocks in her
short life, but of all of them, she like Mark's the best, not to long, not too
thick, but hard as a rock, just perfect for sucking! In a matter of seconds
Mark had grown stiff and hard in her mouth, and coupled with the aroma of a
sweaty male crotch, Nancy's vagina was now on fire!

She hadn't intended on letting him cum in her mouth, but she was so excited
that she lost all control and moments later she had him flooding her mouth with
hot jism! "Jeesh, Lu," he gasped, "I didn't think you were gonna do that!"
While wiping the cum from her chin with the back of her hand she replied with a
chuckle, "You don't care do you, at least a minute ago you weren't
complaining!"

"No, I'm not complaining," he said sheepishly, " I just wasn't expecting it,
that's all!"

"Okay, now it's your turn, on your knees," Nancy ordered! When he was down and
ready to go, Nancy lifted her skirt to reveal a bare pussy, no panties or hose
of any kind.

She kept her lips shaved smooth, and only left a little tuft of blonde hair
above her crack.

Spreading her legs slightly, she stuck her hips out and offered her young
vagina to the now hungry cuntlapper. "Ya know what, Lu," he asked, "you've got
the puffiest pussy I've ever seen, and I know sometimes I give you a lot of
grief, but just remind me of how much I love sucking this, okay?"

Nancy didn't even answer him, she just thrust her lips into his mouth and let
him feed on her drenched sex organ!

"God, Mark," she panted, "you always know just how to take care of me, do my
clit now okay baby, make me cum in your mouth, please!" Hearing the young sex
pot pleading for his tongue, Mark quickly turned his attention to the little
nub at the top of her drooling slit. Slathering around it, and flicking over
its little erection, Mark could sense that Nancy was on the verge of a big one!

"Oh my god," Nancy moaned, "I'm fucking cumming so fucking hard!" She grabbed
the back of his head with both hands and held it tight against her crotch, only
releasing it when her climax had subsided. He stood up and gave her a full kiss
on the mouth, her cunt juice intermingling with their saliva. "Feel better now,
babe," he asked mischievously!?! "You know I do," she replied, relishing the
tingling that she could still feel in her twitching twat, "I think I can relax,
now that the fire has been put out!"

"See ya tomorrow at school then," he said while walking back to the house.

"Yeah," she called back over her shoulder as she walked down the driveway, "see
ya tomorrow!"

"Where have you been," her mother asked when she came in the back door? "Uh,
over at Mark's place," she replied. "Nancy Richards, did you go over there
again to get relief," her mom asked exasperatedly!?!

"I had to mom," she wailed, "I could take it any more, I needed to cum in the
worst way!"

"Haven't I told you that we take care of our own," she shot back at her oldest
daughter!?! "Come over here, Nancy, let me see what you have on under that
skirt." Just as I thought, nothing, and look at those lips, so puffed up it's
almost obscene!" Nancy looked at the floor and said softly, "I'm sorry mom, I
didn't mean to make you mad, I'll try harder next time okay?"

"Well, I guess so," she replied, "but this is the third time this has happened
this month, and I'm afraid you have to pay the consequences, so come with me!"
Nancy followed her mother into the den and announced to her father, "Nancy has
been a bad girl again, Dave, so I'm going to punish her, okay?!?"

"Don't you ever learn, girl," her father said sternly, "yes mother, do what you
feel is necessary!"

Nancy's mother them proceeded to pull up her dress and take off her panties,
revealing an extremely hairy vagina with bulging cunt lips. "All right, dear,"
her mother said sharply, "you know what to do now, take care of me now, in
front of your father!" Nancy's mom sat down in an easy chair and spread her
legs wide apart, giving the girl easy access to her private parts.

"Okay dear, do me now!" Nancy let her tongue bore through the thick mat of
pubic hair until it encountered the wet slit that hid her mother's hard
clitoris. What was funny about this situation was that even if she hadn't gone
over to Mark's house, her mom would have had her eat her out anyway, it was
just an easy excuse for her! Nancy really did enjoy eating her mom's wet cunt,
so she threw herself into the job with total abandon! "Oh, Dave," she sighed,
"our little girl is such a good cuntlapper, she's going to make me cum so
hard!"

"That's right, do your mom's hot cunt, make her shoot her load on your face,"
her dad exhorted! Out of the corner of her eye Nancy could see that her dad had
pulled out his pecker and was fisting it in his big hand. While Mark had a
perfectly sized cock for sucking, Nancy's dad had a perfectly sized cock for
fucking! At least nine inches long and very thick, it could make your jaws
tired trying to stretch far enough to handle it's girth, but in your pussy,
well that was a whole other kettle of fish! The feeling of that big rod in your
cunt, well that was heaven! As usual when Nancy sucked on her mom's vagina, her
dad would finally give in and get in back of her and fuck her hard from the
rear. Nancy could feel her skirt being lifted and her legs being pushed wide
apart. She held her breath while her father lined up his massive erection at
the opening to her tight little cunt, knowing that in a few seconds her pussy
would be assaulted by the thick pecker, practically tearing her apart!

"Fuck her Dave," her mother ordered, "fuck her so she won't be getting fucked
by the neighbors!" With one hard stroke Dave Richards' nine inch cock buried
itself deep into his daughter's delicate pussy, causing her to have an orgasm
before he could pull it out and do it again! Nancy groaned deeply into her
mother's hot vagina, as climax after climax rolled through her trembling cunt.

Her mother, now wild with lust, watched in awe as her daughter's little pussy
accepted the thickness of her husband's cock, and as usual, it never failed to
amaze her that such a little pussy could accommodate such a large erection! Her
own climax was rushing through her twat and she let out a long low groan,
letting her husband know that it was time to let his spunk shoot into his
daughter's hot cunt! While Nancy and her mother were moaners, her father was a
screamer, and he let loose with a roar as he is pecker spasmed inside of the
tight vaginal canal of his daughter, spewing a torrent of cum from the slit at
the head of his big dick!

In the after glow of orgasm, Nancy's mother admonished her again, "Remember,
Nancy, the family that plays together, stays together!"

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interestingstepmother
An Interesting Stepmother
Jim Anderson
Panty fetish, Incest
General

I've read so many fictional stories of sexual deviance that I thought it's time
for a true one. This reflects my own experiences as a teenager a long while
ago, in the late seventies. I've moved on a lot since then, but that's another
story.

From my earliest teens I knew that I was unusual in my tastes. I lived at first
with my mother and sisters, and found myself taking an increasing interest in
their underwear. Nothing more than furtive fumblings in their clean underwear
drawer, you understand, but a beginning.

The interesting part came when I moved to live with my father and his much
younger wife, my stepmother. I was 14. Jane was her name. She was less than ten
years older than me, quite tall, slim, with very straight black hair cut fairly
short, small tits, and a rear to die for. Not well hidden by her habit of
wearing very tight leggings. She had no need at all for the long tops that so
many women wear out of concern that their arse is too big. Untidy, even
slightly slutty in her household habits and her care for her clothing, she came
to dominate my early sexual development. Not that she was interested in me that
way - or at least I didn't think so. It was an impure one-way longing (or so I
thought at the time).

I used to notice her fantastic habit of gardening in her leggings, when she
always bent right over from her back to remove weeds, and stayed like that for
ages. This exposed the shape of her arse to best effect. Well. What could a boy
do! I've wondered since whether she knew even then the effect she was having.
It never occurred to me at the time that she did know, and I still think
probably not but women seem to have a sixth sense sometimes about these things,
so who knows.

Unfortunately, I was a timid and shy boy, blonde and skinny and looking much
younger than my age. I drew the unwanted attention of older homosexuals more
than of women. So I was secretive (probably best for domestic harmony, even if
not bold). I watched Jane gardening as often as I could, without being spotted.
I'm sure my long interest in everything anal comes from the sight of her mobile
buttocks bent over in the flower bed. How they used to move. I used to imagine
her panties riding up right into the crack. On hot days this was especially
stimulating.

Not enough of course. Too scared to let my feelings show, I found another way
of satisfying myself. Her panties. Soiled. Left in the bathroom dirty washing
bin. (And not washed that often, as she wasn't as hygienic as most. Even
sluttish.) They kept me intensely but secretly close and intimate with her for
a year or two. I looked at her in a new and knowing way. I got more and more
inventive in my nasty habit.

At first I'd look at them and put them on me, and rub myself against them
especially the crotchpiece that was usually heavily stained - until I'd come,
abundantly. She wore quite large cream coloured panties, most of which had seen
better days. One or two had a curious neat tear along the seam by her arsehole,
that never got repaired. I often wondered why. At the time I just found it
convenient to stick my dick out of the hole so that I didn't actually come in
and mess up the panties. It also meant that I was symbolically fucking her
gorgeous arse. It was heaven, even remembered now a long while later.

I always regretted that she must have had a very clean arse, as there were
never any significant shitty skid marks which would have added to my pleasure.
But the state of her cunt made up for this. I've not since seen such heavily
stained panties (and I've looked at women's panties whenever I've been able). I
wasn't wearing her panties because I wanted to be like a woman, but because
they got me closest I could safely get to her cunt and arse. So I found rubbing
became less satisfying after a while. I got little joy out of just prancing
about in the panties, although I did wear them during the evening sitting
innocently in the same room as Jane, feeling deliciously decadent inside. And
trying not to fiddle with myself in front of her.

I was at first slightly conscious but tried hard to put the thought out of my
mind that the heavy and very crusty staining of her panties might be caused by
my father's cum oozing out of her after they'd fucked. I didn't like this idea,
and it might have spoiled my fun, so I worked hard to ignore it. Anyway, I
couldn't imagine that he did it often enough to be the cause. And he was often
away.

Probably because of this, I was very slow to discover the next and most
intensely decadent joy that of only sniffing at first, then of stuffing the
stained cunt-cover up my nostrils, then of laying it on my tongue and absorbing
the caked deposits, and finally licking her crustiness off the cloth with a
hunger I've not had since. I got a bit worried in case Jane went to do the wash
while they were still damp from my tongue, or even notice that they'd become
strangely much cleaner, or less stiffened with crustiness. But hell, when
you're having this much fun, who stops to think.

Then I got careless. To this day I wish that I'd handled the revelation
differently, more boldly, but I didn't. I couldn't face the thought of my
father being told and I'd probably have been thrown out. I was also terrified
of being thought what was then called "queer", when I knew I wasn't (well, not
really).

What happened was that I actually came so abundantly in her panties one day
that I stupidly thought it better to throw them away than try to clean it off.
And imbecile that I was, I threw them in the refuse. Can you believe it! Of
course Jane found them there, still very soggy with their evidence of my
antics.

She confronted me, thankfully on her own. She even waved them at me. I went
redder than red can possibly get, and completely lost my ability to speak any
known language other than strangled gasping noises. Fortunately for me, she
showed early signs of her later vocation as psychotherapist (that maybe I
started off) and treated the whole thing as a grubby sign of warped teenage boy
lust that was better not mentioned again (especially not to my father).

I lived with them for another year or two before leaving home, and it was never
mentioned again. I found that any mention by her of any form of underwear,
whether hers or anyone else's, would bring back the reddest of red faces.
Others obviously thought I was just incredibly shy. Little did they know. But
Jane did. She assumed of course that I had then stopped my nasty practices. But
I hadn't. I couldn't. She was just so tasty. She didn't even stop leaving her
dirty panties in the bathroom bin (strange not to remove this temptation, I now
think). Nor did she stop bending over all the time in the garden. Phew.

This brings me to the mysterious little tear in the back of some of the
panties. I now think this must have been some perversion that she and my father
had, probably arse-fucking with the panties on. Although why then were they
never shitty. Maybe it was arse-licking with them on. At least it would
indicate that she was conscious of her magnificent arse, and suggest she knew
what she was displaying in the garden. Oh my.

She even bought some new panties for the first time for years (I should know),
in the form of the closest fitting little lace-trimmed french knickers running
a few inches down her legs. These were much more fun to wear, sniff, and lick
than the old panties. They retained more of her magnificently rank smell, still
got beautifully crusty, and even made me enjoy wearing them as they were so
tight that they made me look like I'd got a huge dick. I did worry in case they
sagged suspiciously at the front after I'd finished with them, but washing
probably restored their shape. They did for the first time also make me enjoy
being slightly camp, which left me uneasy. But who cares these days.

She and my father long ago divorced, but I was by then married myself. I was
tempted when I saw her afterwards to see whether she had any unfulfilled randy
instincts towards me. I might then have fully realised my earlier fantasies.
But I didn't.

Nowadays, I suspect she must have known more than she let on. But whether her
silence meant that she got some wicked enjoyment out of her power over me (I
hope), or that she was just being kind and understanding (I hope not), I'll
never know.

In case you think I did nothing else during my middle teens than behave like
this, I had a healthy share of girlfriends, and fairly normal sex, but nothing
at the time was a stimulating as Jane and her filthily aromatic panties. I've
loved cunt ever since, and find it a waste to use an insensitive dick in it
when there's the much more sensitive tongue to use - at least first.