les histoires de chrislebo

I twisted away from Zack.

"Look I'm not in the mood Zack, go home please,"

He pushed me back against the wall. I struggled a little pushing on his chest. I kept turning my head away, but finally his lips found mine. I gave up the struggle pretty quick, and feeling his hot tongue in my mouth, I started to respond.

"See auntie you want it really," he said with a chuckle.

I slapped his face and pulled away again, I managed to make it to the living room. His hand went up between my legs and he grabbed my pussy from behind. He began squeezing my pussy, and pulling me back against him, until I covered his hand with mine. I pushed his fingers into the thin material of my panties! We sort of stumred to our knees on the carpet, and he pulled me over on my back. He reached up my skirt, and I felt the vain attempt my panties made to keep me protected. The elastic snapped and I heard them tear. Two pairs of hands fought frantically with the front of his trousers. We seemed to be getting in each others way!

"Look just stop will you?" he said pulling my hands away.

I did only for a few seconds; as soon as his hard cock came out of his trousers I was frantically grabbing it.

"Get it in me!" I whimpered.

His cock nudged at my entrance, and with a stiff jerk that had me gasping, he was in me! I began to undo my blouse, but Zack just brushed my hands away and ripped it open sending buttons in all directions. He reached in my bra and just grabbed my tits and yanked them out! He mauled and pulled at them roughly, causing me to whimper and gasp. His tongue went back in my mouth again. My legs crossed over high on his back, and I could feel his cock gain another inch into his aunt's wet pussy. He was bucking hard and fast, and we were actually moving along the carpet!

"Let me breath!" I gasped, finally getting his mouth off mine.

"Fuck off," he replied with a chuckle, like I had asked for something weird.

We fucked like rabbits, like it was the end of the world in a few minutes time. My own orgasm was knocking on the door, and as it washed through me I wrapped everything around my nephew. I just clung to him feeling my pussy pout and twitch on his hard dick. He was grunting too, and sweat built up on both our bodies. His mouth was right by my ear and I could hear every grunt Zack made, and the odd swear word that escaped under his panting breath.

"See you love it auntie, you are such a big slut, bigger than mum!"

Zack was now gripping my hair with both hands and ramming hard into me. I know it was just the passion but did he have to do it so hard? I mean we had moved right across the carpet, and my head was banging on the kitchen door! I felt him shoot in me again, just like he did the first time. But I wouldn't be running away to clean myself up. I was now on the pill. I'm sure if I told Brian he'd jump down my throat. Still if he was fucking Faye then did he expect me to stay faithful or married to him? Zack's face was screwed up as he squeezed everything he had into me, until he collapsed panting heavily.

Finally his weight was too much for me and I managed to push him off. I crawled out to the hall and dragged my handbag back into the living room. Why I didn't get up and walk I didn't know, maybe because my legs were still like jelly. I got my cigarettes out and gave one to Zack. The top of my head was hurting now, where it had constantly thumped against the door. I'm sure when I looked in the mirror it would be flat on top! We just lay on the carpet smoking. I could feel a dribble running down my backside from my puffed up pussy. My nephew's spunk had filled my cunt and was now back out, and making its way to leave a stain on the carpet. I wondered whether I would be able to see it the next day. Would it be there when my husband returned from his business trip with the slut of the year? No I'd better clean it up. Zack went to the loo as I finished my fag. When he came back he threw me some loo roll. I chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

I didn't answer, but in all the time I had been married my husband had never even considered that it might be nice to hand me some tissues! Hardily romantic but at least Zack was thinking of me. Maybe Faye would have a pile by the bed in the hotel? She wouldn't need much with the little dribble my husband had to offer.

"God he had better be using condoms!"

"Who had, Uncle Brian?" Zack asked.

Zack looked at me like I was mad. My words were supposed to be thoughts.

He sniggered, "so you think Uncle Brian is fucking her. You are far sexier."

I looked at him, did he really mean that? He bent forward and took my nipple in his mouth; he kissed and sucked it gently as I cradled his head.

"Am I really Zack?" I mumred faintly.

He lowered me carefully on my back. His cock slipped up me again.

"Yeah Aunt Sylvie, you know when I came in and saw you bent over the table. I wanted to push him out and take his place. You are too sexy for him, much too sexy."

I clung to him as he fucked me slowly. I could feel his solid inches between my legs, I could hear his little excited gasps, and I could smell his skin. I ran my fingers through his hair, as his body stiffened. My pussy tingled and waited until he began to shoot. This time I didn't push him off. I just held him in my arms, until he finally moved ½ an hour later. I watched him dress.

"What do we do now Zack, where do we go from here?" I asked, as I struggled to get my torn blouse the right way round.

He shrugged. I don't know what I was expecting but I wanted more than a shrug. It brought home just how stupid this was. I was now just a fuck for my nephew. It seemed he could take me or leave me. He had a golden opportunity to stay the night, couldn't he see that? He walked towards the living room door.

"When will I see you again?"

I felt humiliated asking but I wanted him. He just turned and grinned.

"Look this was a one off auntie, you were takes, and I took advantage of that to get what I wanted."

"You mean you don't want me?" I whimpered.

"No I didn't say that. I want you but not like this. I want to push you to limits, boundaries, or whatever."

"So that thrills you does it, wanting me to humiliate myself?"

"Come here," he said softly.

I hesitated for a moment. Finally I made my way to him. I stared into his eyes feeling so nervous.

"Do you want me to carry on dominating you, making you do things like I've done in the past?"

I looked down; I couldn't admit this could I? It was exciting, scary, sexy, and perverse.

"You'll be expected to do things worse things, if that's what you want then we could have real fun together. Your husband doesn't come into this. You're not even to think of him. I'll turn you into my slut, do you really want that?"

He turned away and went to the front door. He looked back at me weighing me up.

"You are a good fuck auntie, but that is not enough."

I fingered my aching pussy that night. I thought of all the things Zack had made me do. At the time I was frightened, but now looking back it thrilled me being scared and out of control. Could I really let that happen again? By the morning I thought I would have gotten rid of those feelings. I went and made myself a cup of coffee. Mum and my stepman arrived for lunch. We sat in the kitchen eating as the doorbell rang. I just stood staring at Zack. My mind was all over the place. He moved inside the front door and pulled his zip down!

"My mum and dad are here Zack!" I whispered frantically.

"I know I saw the car. Suck me off."

I shook my head refusing him. Then he held up his mobile phone.

"Maybe mum would like to see this?"

I pulled the living room door closed. When I turned round his hands went on my shoulders. I was still shaking my head as I went down on my knees.

"I won't take long auntie, so the quicker you start, the quicker I finish."

My heart was coming through my chest again. But I put his purple head in my mouth. I began sucking him and tossing him off. This was crazy and stupid but I was sucking for all I was worth. My head bobbed back and forth, and my hand worked his shaft.

"Sylvia your dinners going cold!" my lady shouted from the kitchen.

"I'll be right there mum," I shouted, and then plunged back over Zack's cock!

I could hear him grunting through his teeth. Then I felt it hit my throat, I swallowed, and swallowed, but the stuff kept coming! I coughed and fetishd a little but I still kept pumping with my hand. Shit the redy front doors wide open! I slammed it hoping to god nobody had walked by. I looked up into Zack's eyes. He was grunting and becoming louder, I just prayed he wouldn't cry out. His salty spunk slid down my throat. Finally he pulled me to my feet.

"Go Zack, quickly," I panted.

"Give me your panties, now."

I slipped my tights and panties down and handed them to him.

"Now go for god sake go," I hissed.

I closed the front door, and as I turned round dad was stood there.

"It was j, just a salesman," I blurted out.

He lifted his napkin to my face, and I felt him wipe a wet trickle from the corner of my mouth.

"Your dinners going cold," he said with a grinning face.

I sat back at the table and tried to keep my hands from trembling.

"Bloody salesmen," my stepman said to my lady.

"You know Sylvia you really should be more powerful with them. They are only after one thing you know?"

I looked in shock at my lady.

"Money dear, I meant money!" my lady replied, with a shocked look on her face.

"Some might not be though, I bet some prey on lonely housewives, some would want more...." my stepman said.

"Oh that's enough of talk like that at the table," my mum said, with her hands pressed to her ears.

I took a deep breath trying to calm myself, and trying not to think of the cock that 5 minutes ago was shooting in my mouth.

"Sylvia you've got white wine sauce on your top," my mum said pointing.

I quickly glanced at my grinning stepman and rubbed it with my napkin.

The following week my sister arrived with her 4 kids. We spent a few days going out and having a laugh. She left the older two with Zack. They all got on well; Zack used to visit his man in Scotland from time to time, even my sister seemed to get on with him. Brian did a barbeque for us all and Stephanie insisted that Zack should come.

"God look at him chatting to your sister."

My eyes drifted to Zack and Stephanie.

"Trevor wants to meet her to see if they can patch things up. We might end up looking after Gordon and Ricky for a few days, Mum said she'd have the other two."

"Look some of the guys are going to Portugal next weekend." Brian said.

I knew where this was leading.

"What about our holiday? You promised but you haven't done anything about it," I spat.

"Look the guys have been on at me, and I've missed the last two. I'll take you away in a month or two."

"Well go on your precious golfing holiday. You seem to want to spend more time away from me lately," I spat under my breath.

"I won't go if you don't want me to."

"Oh go on I couldn't stand you sulking like the last time!" I snapped.

I watched Annie as I called my sister chatting with Zack. They were laughing and joking, and sometimes talking in whispers. Every time I went near them they seemed to clam up. Maybe I should tell her what Zack was like. I watched her get up, and Zack's eyes roamed over her backside. He noticed me watching, and just smiled. I went to collect the plates from the table where Zack sat alone.

"You're not jealous are you sexy?" he whispered.

"Don't be so ridiculous Zack, and just leave my sister alone she's got enough to worry about," I grizzled.

"Sylvie I'm nipping down the pub with Zack. Brian said he'd walk the kids to mum's house."

"What do you mean? I mean Rick and Gordon are old enough to take take them too," I mumred.

"No they had enough last night. Besides Zack said we might be late, so could we stay here the night?"

She was bouncing on her toes like she did when we were kids. She always got her way then.

"You should ask Brian, it's his house too."

"He said ask you. So you don't mind then?" she asked with a smile.

"Look Stephanie Zack is a, a young man now."

"Yeah I know walking in the pub on his arm will really boost my ego!"

My mouth dropped open and she began to laugh.

"God Sylvie do you think I'd take advantage of Zack Christ he's Trevor's boy. I wouldn't do anything like that, well not without a few more takes."

I knew she was joking, but it was her I was trying to protect and not Zack. It was gone midnight when they came home. I could hear my sister's takesen giggles. Brian was sound arelax. I heard Stephanie shushing Zack several times, and then that dirty laughter of hers. I listened as they went into the lounge. I heard more giggling and the chink of glasses. I must have slept for awhile because the next thing I knew the house was quiet. Apart from my sister's muffled groans! It was now 2.30 and I just couldn't believe Zack was screwing my sister! I crept out onto the landing and listened at her door.

"Harder baby, god harder," she moaned excitedly.

How the hell could she do this? My sister was screwing her husband's mister! I wanted to kick the door in and yell and scream. But I just couldn't do it, Zack had too much on me for that. He knew I wouldn't be relaxing. He was doing this on purpose. Well if he thought I was jealous then he could redy well think again! I wandered back to my bedroom. I stayed there listening for the next 20 minutes. I heard a door open and the loo flush, then the door closed again. God he had a redy nerve going back in for round two! I dozed off again, but I was soon wide awake. I just couldn't relax now. I waited for a short time and then I crept downstairs for a cigarette.

"What's up auntie can't you relax?"

I jumped out of my skin. There was Zack on the couch.

"Pass out did she?" I snapped, "I heard you Zack so don't deny it."

He stood up blocking my path to the kitchen.

"What did you hear?"

"You fucking her, my sister, did you get her pissed Zack, and help her up to bed?"

"So what if I did?"

I slapped his face hard, and he grabbed my arm twisting me to the couch.

"Go on then **** me and I'll scream." I hissed.

"You wouldn't scream you'd love it."

I began beating on his bare chest as he powerd his lips on me. I fought and struggled to keep his tongue out of my mouth, but I guess I didn't fight hard enough. I could feel his cock rubbing between my legs. I pulled his hair and he winced as he let off the kiss. I just stared through the dark, narrowing my eyes. I lashed out slapping his face. I did it a second time, only softer. I couldn't manage a third slap. I raised my hand all right, but it sort of dropped into his curly black hair. I pulled myself up and thrust my tongue in his mouth. I hooked my left leg over his backside, and pulled him down until his cock slipped into me. I began working my leg pulling him into me. God knows how many times our dancing tongues slipped from one mouth to the other. I could feel my nails digging into his back, I didn't care whether I drew red or not. Zack winced at one stage and pulled off the kiss. He slapped my bare ass cheek, so I slapped his face, fair trade?

"You are a little jealous slut," he spat mocking me.

"Don't fuck my sister again," I said, in a pleading tone rather than a pissed off one.

"Oh a little scared of the competition are you?"

"I mean it Zack, please don't," I whimpered.

He jabbed into me harder and I had to really stop from crying out. I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts. I could see his grinning face in the moonlight. Even now he was mocking me as he got what he wanted!

"Do you like it Auntie Sylvie? Do you like me fucking you instead of her?"

There was that sick little grin that I had come to hate. But it also gave me the desire to carry on. Just the way Zack tormented me had my juices flowing.

"Yeah, of course I do," I whimpered.

His grin spread as he started riding me even harder. Zack was back in control again, and I found it as erotic as he did!

"Am I a better fuck than my sister?"

His face took on a surprised look for just a second. Then he slipped back into bastard mode.

"Only because you are desperate for it, and a fucking slag," he mumred in my ear.

I felt him pumping into me. My poor ass was close to bursting through the bottom of the couch! I clung to his neck as I felt my orgasm explode into life. I had to remind myself not to scream out, in case the whole town heard my lust filled cries. 3 times I tried to put the thin strap of my pink nightdress on my shoulder, until I realised that at some point it must have been ripped off. I moved to the door as Zack pulled the covers over his body on the couch. I climbed the stairs and slipped in next to my husband. I felt guilty as hell, but it was nothing to when I saw his eyes staring at me in the dark! I just waited for him to hit the roof!

"What's up with you?" he said.

That was it, his eyes shut and he was arelax again! I stayed quiet not daring to breath. This had happened a few times before. Each time it put the fear of god into me. When he had been takeing he would sometimes just open his eyes, and spout a few words and then relax. I remember once he just opened his eyes and called me a 'fucking ugly cow', it just happened. The next morning I was in tears and he swore blind he couldn't remember saying it, he couldn't even remember waking up! I rolled over after a couple of minutes. I still wasn't sure if at some point in the night, I'd wake up with a knife in my back!

"So what time did you get in last night?"

"I don't know we had a good time though," Stephanie said, and then she noticed my miffed expression, "Oh sorry did we wake you up?"

My mouth dropped open.

"Look sorry Sylvie, I just couldn't help myself, anyway its no big deal is it?"

My mouth dropped even further. I watched my sister butter some toast and snatch my coffee. She smiled a cheeky grin.

"So you didn't really mind did you? I mean it was a one off, and he was rather good," she chuckled nudging my arm.

"Its redy disgusting Stephanie," I hissed, trying to keep from waking Zack in the next room.

"God it was just a fuck, why are you so upset? I mean we were as quiet as we could be. Away I doubt if I'll see him again."

"Doubt if you'll.... see who again?" I asked mystified.

"Look I can't remember his name, oh Donny, it was Donny."

"You had sex with, Donny, and not......"

She looked at me a little strange, "look I've got to go and pick the kids up."

I watched her take a last swig of my coffee and she was gone. I rushed in to Zack and shook him awake.

"You little cuckolds brownie you let me believe you had sex with Stephanie," I snarled.

"Well you seemed to like the idea."

"Don't get smart with me; do you know how jealous I felt? Shit, I didn't mean that."

I backed away from him, putting my hand to my mouth at the same time. I didn't mean that at all, it just slipped out. I really don't know why I said it, god, fuck, how embarrassing, fuck!!!

"Get dressed and go home," I mumred.

I tried to talk to Brian when he eventually woke up. I wanted to confess everything to him. I couldn't live like this anymore. I sat in tears on the bed and wanted to plead to Brian to forgive me. I just couldn't tell him, I just sat there crying. While I knew the thought of me going with Zack turned him on, well I think it did, I just couldn't tell him I had gone and fucked him in the night.

"Look Sylvie why don't you go back to bed you look tired. I've got to go into work to clear a few things up."

"But it's Saturday, why are you working on Saturday?"

"I have to Sylvia; I said I'd be there at 12."
"Well don't you want some lunch first?"

"No I'll grab something later."

"I bet you will," I mumred, as he went to the bathroom.

I didn't see Brian until 6 o'clock that evening. I phoned him four times but I didn't get an answer from his office. Hardily surprising he was probably off with that slut! I began to wonder if Brian was pushing me away. Was he now using Zack as an excuse to have a fling with Faye? Would he tell me it was my fault, for letting Zack take advantage of me? That must be it; he wouldn't look so bad if he was going to leave me. I tried talking to him but he came home late most nights. Yet another big order seemed to be taking up my husband's time. Still if he had that little tart there no wonder I was lower down the list! Perhaps I should have powerd him to talk, but we didn't do things like that. My husband could be redy stubborn when he wanted to be. Maybe after he came back from Portugal, we could sit down and talk. I know this sounds like I'm putting things off, but my husband was so dedicated to getting things right, he wouldn't rest until he was happy with everything. He was even bringing his work home at the latter end of the week. This contract was big, the biggest he had handled. I suppose he had to remain focused, but it still didn't help me.

I was also trying to juggle seeing my sister, and my friend Tina. Now Stephanie was going to meet Trevor for a few days, to see if they had any hope of saving their marriage and after her fling with Donny I didn't think she really cared. Tina and Danny were off to a show in London, and staying there for the weekend. So guess who would be cooking meals for Zack? I phoned Brian's office just after lunch. I had somehow broken the clasp on my bracelet. He had already left for Portugal according to Faye. I asked her in a quite civilised manner, if she could look for the receipt for my bracelet.

"Look I haven't really got time. I'm due at the airport at 3."

My mind started racing, "oh where are you going?"

"On holiday for the weekend, if that's OK with you?" she snapped.

OK my tone was a little bit suspicious, but she didn't have to just hang up on me, unless she had something to hide?

I rooted through Brian's box of receipts, being an accountant he kept everything like that. I found it near the top. My hand covered my mouth. It was there in black and white, a £60 bracelet, a £240 necklace, and a £350 ring. I went to the jeweller's shop and that's when my growing suspicions were confirmed.

"Yes he came here with a woman, and she tried the necklace on madam. I thought she was his wife. Until I heard them muttering and giggling."

I could hear the delight in his voice, like he enjoyed a good scandal.

"What did they giggle about?" I asked.

"Oh, just how much they would love to see someone's face, or something like that."

I could see the delight in his eyes as he watched me for a reaction.

"Something else too madam, apparently after a holiday or something, the man was looking forward to moving. They were still giggling when I took the necklace off the woman's neck."

My tears were sliding down my cheeks now.

"Would you like to sit down madam? I'm afraid this has happened a few times, husbands coming in here to buy presents for their wives, and mistresses."

I just fled the shop. I got home and went to phone mum, I didn't get an answer. I phoned Tina forgetting she was on her way to London.

"Mums not here they left 20 minutes ago."

30 minutes later I was crying on Zack's shoulder. Yes why him? I didn't know either, because he was there I suppose. It all came out, everything, as I sobbed in his arms for the next hour.

My name is Stephanie and this is my story.

I had moved to Scotland with my husband and the twins. I fell pregnant with the twins a year after Trevor had married Tina. He left her for me and we ran off to Scotland together. Trevor worked on an oilrig off the coast of Aberdeen. He was away for weeks at a time, when he did come home it was a quick fuck, and then off to the pub with his mates.

I was lonely I suppose, and I would meet up with my stepman, maybe twice or three times a year. He told my mum he was going to conferences and the like, he was to start with, but then he started meeting me. Why?

Well going back even further, whenever I had a boy in the house my stepman would walk in on us. It got to the stage where I used to leave the door open a little. It would turn me on to know my stepman was watching. He would slip me £10 the next day, while he didn't say what it was for I knew full well. He never pushed me for sex, not until he asked to meet me at a hotel near my home in Scotland. I got a babysitter for the twins and met up with him. Even at the time I didn't think it was anything to do with sex. We had dinner and chatted about mum and my sister. We went up to his room just so we could relax a little. I sat on his bed and thumbed through the notes of a meeting he was to attend. He sat next to me and turned my face to his. The notes slipped from my hands as he kissed me, and I responded. I suppose it was my own fault because I had worn a low cut top and a short skirt. I had worn it on purpose to tease him like I used to with my boyfriends. I pushed off his kiss and stood up.

"We can't do this I'm your stepflower," I mumred.

He stood up next to me and just pushed my shoulders down until I ended up sat on the bed again.

"You're such a prick tease Stephanie, and you always took my money. All those boyfriends you brought home while your mum was at bingo, you did it to tease me didn't you? Now I want what they had and I won't be denied."

I watched as a roll of bank notes landed next to me on the bed. He knew I was hard up for money, and the grin on his face was full of confidence. I looked at the money and guessed it to be about £100.

"That's for my blowjob," he mumred.

Another roll of notes hit the bed.

"That's for my fuck."

Yet another roll of notes hit the bed.

"That is for taking my cock in your ass."

A last roll of notes hit the bed.

"That is for staying the night."

I swallowed and looked up into his eyes. He reached down and pulled my top up over my head. My bare tits bounced free and still he smiled. I pulled his zip down and reached in to get his cock out. I must have looked up shocked; he just smiled down, knowing why. I pulled out his cock that had already started to stiffen. I guess it was already 7 inches and still growing. I licked round the head and he gasped.

"Get me in your throat," he groaned.

I pushed forward feeling the tip of his cock enter my throat.

"You're such a whore you don't even gag," he mumred.

The money was my only concern, and for the notes that lay around me he could call me what he wanted. I did once think about my lady, but I just pushed her to the back of my mind. Yes cruel I know, but we hardily saw eye to eye.

I used to have this fantasy about being a prostitute; I suppose that was what I was right now. I reckon that's why I fell for my husband. He treated me like that right from the off. The first night we fucked was when I was takes. He was married to my friend Tina and she wasn't out that night. He offered to share a taxi with me and two other men. We ended up at somebody's flat, all three of them fucked me as I just lay there having orgasm after orgasm. Trevor eventually took me home in a taxi, and had me up against a wall one last time. We continued seeing each other and I fell pregnant, but we were so into each other we ran away.

I could feel my stepman gripping my dyed blonde hair. There I was just staring at his ginger hair. He grunted and shuffled and I fetishd. I tried pulling off but he just held me tighter. I swallowed and gulped down his spunk not really liking the taste. I suppose a real pro would make him wear a condom, I was his stepflower and perhaps I should have told him to wear one, but I didn't, I just thought of all the money next to me on the bed.

I felt him move away to the bathroom. When he came back in I was naked in his bed. He just smiled at me and got in, he turned me over and his tongue began working on my ass. Now I have quiet a pump rear but that has never bothered me, nor did it worry the three men who had been there, including my husband. Matthew my stepman seemed to spend ages teasing my asshole; it made me shudder with excitement. Finally he moved up on his hips and pushed his now hard dick into my pussy. He fucked me doggy style, pulling me back every time he pushed forward. My gaping mouth groaned from time to time as he fucked me hard.

"See what you have been missing Stephanie?"

"Do me harder you bastard!" I grizzled.

He just chuckled and powerd into me. I could hear him panting again and he gripped my hips. With one huge thrust he held himself in me. This was my baby making fuck. I did go to the loo quickly afterwards but I would never get all that spunk out that his long hard cock had delivered. Serves me right doesn't it?

Even when I slipped back in the bed next to him, I didn't worry about getting pregnant. Just one fuck, surely I wouldn't be that unlucky?

I phoned the baby sitter and told her I would be away overnight. My stepman was nuzzling into my neck all the time. We fell arelax in our cuddle, until the early hours of the morning. I woke up to feel his wet tongue darting into my ass. God knows how long he had been doing it? Again he pulled me up, I protested weakly but he pushed into my ass this time.

"See you love it Stephanie, you love it in your fat ass."

"Well you paid for it," I mumred.

I felt tight on his cock, even though Trevor is just as big as him. What the hell would my husband say? Still he would never know. Matthew was driving in hard. I'm sure he liked this more than fucking my cunt, he just seemed more excited. I winced and shuffled to get a little more comfortable. I got a slap on my rear.

"Keep still you little slut," he spat.

I just pushed back which caused him to groan excitedly. He didn't last long, not long enough for me to get any satisfaction. All I thought about was how my ass would take awhile to recover.

I twisted and pulled myself forward, only to have my ass slapped again and be pulled back onto my stepman's ejaculating cock!

Finally I went rather gingerly to the loo. Since then like I said I carried on letting my stepman fuck me. Well he paid me and he really looked after me.

So that is how I ended up having Simon, my only kid with ginger hair!

Going back to my sister Sylvia, I knew she found it difficult being married to Tina's brother. Still that was probably due to end, and for once it wasn't my fault. OK I had fucked Brian my brother in law. But my sister never found out, we only did it 4 or 5 times anyway.

I realise you have got me marked as a slut, and quite frankly I was. But my world would finally crumble, so the cheating bitch that I am got what she deserved. Anyone that does have any sympathy for me won't after my next confession, so here goes.

I don't really know who seduced who. But I ended up screwing with my husband's boy from his first marriage. He used to come and stay with us for holidays. Zack was a strange kid, sort of creepy in a way. He had this habit of undressing me with his eyes.

I was separated from Trevor the night Zack fucked me. Sylvia did this barbeque and I asked if Zack could stay, he had been looking after my kids as I met up with my old friends. So as a treat I took him to the pub.

We takes quite a bit and the guy behind the bar started hitting on me. Zack was quite protective at first; he started acting like we were a couple. It was quite a laugh seeing faces watch Zack dance with someone over twice his age. We got a taxi back to Sylvia's house. She and Brian were arelax and it was past midnight. Zack and I had a take and chatted, that was when he kissed me, or was it I kissed him!

"I want you Stephanie," he groaned, as we broke from the kiss.

I half chuckled but I could see just how serious he was. His lips went back onto mine and I responded. His hand went up my skirt, and I opened my legs letting touch me. I was supposed to be meeting Trevor in a few days to see if we had a future, and here I was groping his mister's cock!

"Come on let's go to your room. We can't risk Auntie Sylvia coming down, besides I bet she'd be jealous."

"God my sister, She would probably have a heart attack," I said with a chuckle.

I saw this strange look in his eye, "go on, at least I could have one of the sexiest sisters in town."

Again the thought of Sylvia doing it with Zack had me giggling.

"You know she would never let you do it with her, you would have to power her, and even then she would die of shock first."

"Oh I'd never power her, although she might enjoy it."

We both chuckled at Zack's comment.

"You know your lady would do her nut."

"Well you better pray I don't tell her then Auntie Stephanie, or do I call you step lady?"

"Seriously though Zack you must not tell anyone." I said.

"Don't worry I won't say a word. Well what do you think sexy?"

He grinned at me as I took my shoes off and we went up to bed.

For some reamister he insisted we kept the bedside light on. I was now totally taken by Zack; he had confidence beyond his years. We jammed a chair up against the door just in case Sylvia or Brian heard us and tried to get in. Zack had said that I could always tell her it was Donny, the guy from the pub.

I slipped my top and skirt off and moved close to Zack. He reached behind me and his fingers soon had my bra falling at my feet. He held onto my hair as he seemed to power his tongue on me. I guess he was just over excited.

"Will you suck me for awhile?"

He sounded so innocent I found myself smiling. I felt like the pro again, like some young boy had come to lose his virginity.

"So you would like me to suck you and get you all hot? You know this really is perverted Zack. Do you really want this to happen?"

I just smiled at the hard cock that was presented to me. He jumped slightly as I took hold of it. He was just like Trevor my husband, his man! I licked him from the base to the tip and he shuddered slightly. I looked up into his eyes as I swirled my tongue around his purple head. For one instant I saw his man looking down on me. Far from putting me, off it seemed to drive me on! Even the thought of doing Zack with my sister and her husband relaxing a few yards away, got me horny.

"Just close your eyes and enjoy it."

That wasn't me that was talking it was Zack! So I did, just sucking him got me extremely wet. I don't know what he was doing but he seemed to stretch away. I just followed him. The bedside lamp seemed to be lighting up my face; I could see the dark through my eyelids lighten.

"What are you doing?" I said taking a breath.

"I just want to shine the light on your face, you look so sexy. Now close your eyes."

I smiled and shut them going back on his cock. I always was a sucker for men who said things like that, and coming from someone half my age really boosted my ego.

I could hear his trembling panting as I sucked harder and deeper. His hand gripped my head like so many other men had before. It scared me when I was young, but not anymore. I knew a sharp twist on the balls hanging under my chin would cause enough pain to stop me from obligation.

I let him pull my nose into his hair. His cock slipped easily into my throat. I groaned in a low tone and then he spurted. I pulled back off his cock a little so I could taste his salty spunk. I kept a tight seal on his hard dick as he grunted and pumped in my hot mouth. He finally pushed me off quite roughly I thought, but he must have been too excited to realise.

"Steady lover I nearly fell over."

He just looked down on me with those dark eyes that in the half light looked almost evil. He smiled at me after awhile and pulled me into the bed. He began nibbling my nipple sharply. I winced several times and asked him to go steady. He was being quite rough again; I guess he was eager to get to fuck me now. I opened my legs feeling how hard he was.

"No I want you from behind," he mumred.

I turned over with a smile on my face. He moved me up on my knees and again he fiddled with the lamp. He moved into me and started pushing back and forth. Maybe he wasn't as innocent as I had first thought?

"Shush Zack don't wake your uncle up," I whispered, as he seemed to grunt louder.

"Oh don't worry; anyway it'll probably be Aunt Sylvie that wakes up. God what would you do if she came in?"

The thought of Sylvia walking in made me chuckle again. She would certainly give me a right telling off. That was when she got over the shock.

"I bet she is just as horny as you. Do you reckon I'd have a chance with her?"

"Zack don't be ridiculous," I grunted, "and don't forget to pull out."

He seemed to thrust further into me.

"Hey do you reckon she'd like this?"

I felt his hand between my plump ass cheeks. Then a wet finger wriggled into my asshole. I ground back trying to get more of his cock and his finger. I didn't answer his question, but I'm sure my sister would die if Brian tried to fuck her ass.

"Mum would go mad if she saw this, I mean if she knew what we were doing," he grunted.

The thought of that fucking bitch watching me fuck with her mister gave me a slight thrill. She had stolen Trevor from me first of all. But now I was doing her mister, it seemed to complete the set, if you know what I mean?

"Harder Baby, harder!"

I felt myself exploded on his cock. I tremred and shook as he rammed another finger in my ass! I just stayed there on my arms with my ass stuck in the air. Zack's panting increased and he started to jerk more powerfully. He was really fucking me hard. If I didn't know better I'm sure he was trying to hurt me. Maybe this was how he fucked, aggressively I mean.

I felt him shoot into me, fuck he was supposed to pull out! I wriggled and tried to pull off him but now two hands grabbed my hips! His fingers dug into my flesh and again he was being rough with me.

I stumred to the loo a little angry with him for not pulling out. But I suppose he just got over excited. When I went back to bed he was gone. Maybe now he felt a little guilty.

My sister was a little pissed off with me the next morning. She had heard me with Zack. I told her it was Donny from the pub; well I couldn't let her know it was our nephew could I?

I went into the lounge where Zack had slept on the couch.

"Are you OK?" I asked in a whisper.

He grinned at me and I smiled back. I bent my head to give him a quick kiss. I quickly looked back to the closed kitchen door and lifted my skirt showing Zack my bare pussy.

"Your roots need doing fat ass," he sneered.

I backed away feeling angry with him. OK my roots did need doing and I did have a fat ass, but he fucking well enjoyed it last night! He had that evil look on his face again, and although I wanted to have a go at him his stare frightened me. I gulped, and dropped my skirt feeling like a redy fool. The colour had drained from my face. Then he held up his phone, and there I was sucking him off! I wanted to slap his face but I decided to just get out of there. I could hear him chuckle as I left the lounge. The little cuckolds brownie made it obvious that I was just a fuck, and he had the evidence on his phone!

I met up with my husband a few days later. We had a good time and got takes. I tried to rouse him in the hotel but he was too takes to fuck me. We argued the next morning and went our separate ways. Mum always said we were like Burton and Taylor, I guess she wasn't far wrong.

So that's my story and how I came to have my fifth kid.

I managed to convince Trevor he had fucked me that night. But it wasn't his and I hadn't had sex with anyone apart from Zack. Trevor and I divorced; well it was bound to happen eventually. So I got what I deserved, I suppose.

"I should go auntie," he mumred.

He got up and I grabbed his arm. I felt low and hurt and I didn't want to be alone. I stood up and put my arms around his neck. I kissed his cheek and looked into his eyes.

"Will you stay with me tonight?"

He shook his head. I gave him the softest kiss I could manage, a kiss that pleaded and begged. He resisted at first, but not with any great power. I kept kissing him, until I felt his tongue in my mouth. Two wrongs don't make a right, but at the time I needed to feel loved, not that I would with Zack.

"Zack, will you take me to bed?" I mumred, looking deep into his eyes.

"Are you..."

I pressed my lips onto his again not wanting him to ask.

"Please Zack just do it for me."

We fucked long and slow. We didn't speak or talk dirty. Is there such a thing as a comfort fuck? Well this was it if there was. I didn't have an orgasm or come near to it. It was ages before we spoke.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know," I whimpered, as I cried yet again.

It was dark when I woke up, and I was alone. I felt frightened and insecure. I shouted for Zack thinking he had probably gone home. The door burst open and he came running in.

"What's up, are you OK?"

He cuddled me as I began to cry again, "I thought you had, had gone. Don't leave me alone, not tonight Zack, please don't."

I clung hard to him as he stroked my hair and soothed me. After awhile he pushed me away by my shoulders.

"Come downstairs I've made you something to eat."

I sat in the kitchen chewing on a sandwich that I really didn't want. We curled up on the couch afterwards just watching telly. My thoughts were constantly of Brian wanting to divorce me for Faye. We went up to bed after awhile. By the time Zack had fallen arelax I was angry with Brian. I just cuddled into Zack wondering how my husband was going to spring the divorce on me. My eyes drifted to the clock, it was 3.55 and at last relax seemed to take over. I sat up in bed as Zack put a boiled egg, toast, and tea on a tray in front of me. I hadn't heard him get up, and I smiled for the first time in quite awhile.

"This is nice, thank you," I mumred, as my tears fell again.

He dried my eyes, "you'll make the toast all soggy."

I grinned and chuckled a little. He took the tray when I had finished.

"So what are you going to do?" he asked.

"I really can't do anything can I? I mean he wants a divorce, I just know it."

"Don't you want to get even with him?"

I watched him drop his jeans, and get back into bed. He went down under the covers and started kissing my pussy.

"Don't Zack," I moaned.

"Your husband is on holiday with that tart. Do you think he cares about you?"

I ran my fingers through his hair, thinking about what he said. He started kissing my belly, working up to my tits and then my neck.

"Are you just using me Zack, are you just going to fuck me because I'm vulnerable?"

His cock slipped into me and I didn't resist.

"Yeah I suppose, like you used me last night."

Well at least he was being honest I suppose. I thought of Brian wondering if he was fucking her. My anger had come back again.

"Go on then, fuck me Zack. You know what I want and what I like."

I wrapped my legs around his back. He started to increase in pace, and with it my enthusiasm increased also.

"You've got me until Sunday night. I'll let you do what you want," I said panting.

"Anything I want, auntie?" he grunted.

"Yeah anything you want. You once called me your slut, so you better start treating me like it. I want you to fuck your auntie, or do anything else you want to her. You've got it all on your phone. I can't, stop you, you are in charge Zack," I panted lustfully.

He bucked harder into me. He was becoming rougher, and it had me on the brink of an orgasm.

"You are such a slag auntie, and I'm going to treat you like cuckolds brownie!" he hissed.

I shuddered and pulled his backside into me. All I could think about now was my marriage was over, and maybe Zack could give me what I thought I wanted, for the weekend anyway. Fuck Brian and that whore. She would soon get fed up with him anyway. Yes I was redy angry and hurt, and I really don't give a flying fuck anymore. If he wanted her then why shouldn't I have some fun?

Zack pulled out of me and started to toss himself off.

"God what are you doing?"

½ an hour later he walked me to the mirror. I looked down to see my hair all matted, with nearly dry spunk! I just looked at it hanging in my hair, like some strange cobweb. He took my hand and walked me down to the kitchen.

"You need to do the washing up," he spat as he fingered my ass.

So there I was stood at the sink, totally naked, apart from my nephew's spunk hanging in my pubic hair. I started washing up, wondering why the hell I was letting him do this. I went into the lounge and told Zack I had finished. He looked between my legs checking I hadn't cleaned his spunk off. He took me upstairs and held my hand as I stepped into the bath that he had filled. I just sat in the warm water. Zack got in behind me and I lay back against him. He showered my hair and put shampoo in it. His fingers gently massaged my scalp and then he rinsed it. I felt the soft sponge covered with soap slowly move over my body. I just sat there feeling goose bumps rise, and a tingle between my legs. I lay back in his arms again, watching his fingers pull gently at my erect nipple.

"Can we go back to bed?" I asked softly.

He moved out of the bath and pulled me up. I could feel the water running off my body. Again he held my hand as I got out of the bath. He wrapped me in a towel and took my hand. I followed behind him, watching the water run over the curve of his buttocks. He put me on my back with my knees bent over the edge of the bed. I juddered as his tongue worked between my legs. I was already close to an orgasm, but when he lifted up his phone, and I saw his cock in my mouth, the day I sucked him off just inside my front door. I gasped and let everything go. I could even hear myself groaning on the phone! My hands pulled his head further into me; I just needed ever fraction of my nephew's tongue working its magic. I moved up the bed and my damp hair hit the pillow. Zack was now pushing himself into me. His throbbing cock fucked me for ages. He started moaning and grunting through his nose. I saw the intense expression on his face that surprised me. Did he really get this hot over me, or was it just him getting off? Even then I thought of my husband. Only to wish he would walk in and see how Zack lusted after me.

"Do you really like screwing your aunt darling?"

"Oh fucking hell yes," he gasped.

"Go on give the dirty slut what she likes. Give her that hot spunk from your big thick cock!" I hissed.

His arms buckled slightly and his face turned red.

"Come on my horny nephew fuck me into next week. Make me your dirty whore!"

He hollered and screamed and jabbed into me with long deep thrusts. This was it now, surely he would be drained. He got off me panting and gasping for breath. His whole body seemed to be heaving in big gulps of air.

"Can you, get me, a take?" he managed to ask between heavy pants.

I sat on the bed watching him take the blackcurrant juice.

"God you are one sexy fuck," he groaned.

So there we were in a bus shelter just after midnight. My short skirt was up over my backside and Zack was fucking me from behind. I was terrified in case we were spotted. Zack just grabbed my hips and thrust into me. I could see car lights illuminating the bus shelter from time to time. At least I was bent over gripping the seat so my face was hidden from view. My poor pussy was sore from the morning, and two more fucks in the afternoon, but I was still dripping wet and having another orgasm like it was my first! Zack soon followed, and when he stood up, I hastily pulled my tights up and straightened my skirt.

"I've got a special treat for you today slut."

My tongue continued to lick his balls as he rested them on my face.

"Were you disappointed when your mum came in the other day?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well those two blokes who did the gutter. You looked so fucking horny; I bet you wouldn't have stopped them would you?"

I wanted to take my blindfold off now, but with my hands tied over my head I couldn't.

I heard Zack pressing the keys on his mobile phone.

"Come on round she's hot for it."

He gave my clit a light flick and I jerked. I thought he was teasing me and just pretending. That was until I heard the front door open. My heart raced and I struggled to get free. Zack just put his weight on my face until I quit.

"Don't be so frightened auntie I'm just giving you what you want."

I heard the bedroom door open and now the two men would have an uninterrupted view of my freshly fucked pussy! Zack moved off the bed and I could sense the two men move either side of me. I jumped and gasped as I felt two cocks rub on my face. Zack was still fingering my clit.

"Open your mouth auntie and give them both a nice lick."

My trembling lips parted slowly. My tongue came out and I felt a hot cock head, and then a second. I made a strangled gurgling noise, as I just let my tongue explore them both! Zack moved off the bed, and I felt a hand from each of the men pull at my pussy lips. I could hear them gasping as they explored my cunt. I was pulling and writhing as far as my restraints would allow. I gasped and shook as a finger from both men pushed into my pussy.

"Finger her fast, that gets her off quick," Zack said, with an almost amused tone in his voice.

Both the men now had two fingers in my pussy. These two dirty builders just went faster and faster. My mind was a sea of confusion, was there no end to Zack's ingenuity? How the hell did he know I wouldn't scream my head off? OK I was tied to the bed, but everything he powerd me to do turned me on beyond belief, how did he know this!

"Oh listen to those juices slurping up that puffy cunt!"

Christ he really knew how to humiliate me. I just shrivelled and climaxed right on their fingers. My back arched up, and every part of my body that could shake did!

I was panting and gasping and trying to get the blindfold off. I felt Zack hold it until I gave up again.

"Not yet auntie, not until they are ready."

I heard the two men grunting. I assumed they were tossing themselves off, but why?

"Now," Zack snapped.

My blindfold was yanked up just as I felt the two men spunk on my tits from each side.

"OH fucking hell!" I gasped.

There were the twins, my sisters 19 year olds, both shooting hot spunk on their auntie's tits!

I looked further down the bed. It was Zack's cock that was fucking me, and shooting at the same time as Gordon and Ricky. Not only was it caught on my husband's video camera, but on Zack's phone too! I just looked between all three of them with such mixed emotions, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing 3 grimacing faces as they exploded on or in my body had me climaxing straight away.

They all pulled away, and the only sound that could be heard, was of four people fighting to get their breath back.

"See didn't I tell you had a fucking hot sexy aunt guys?"

I looked down at my tits covered in hot spunk. I watched it trickle slowly over my mounds. At the same time I could feel Zack's spunk oozing out and travelling towards my ass. Now I suppose that would have been humiliating enough. But Zack took them to the foot of the bed.

"God she's really puffy down there," Gordon said with a grin.

"Oh look at it oozing out!" Ricky said with glee, "you've got a great cunt auntie Sylvia."

I was left there while the three of them went downstairs. I just lay there wondering what the hell would happen next! 20 minutes later Gordon appeared. My eyes opened wide with shock as he just moved between my legs.

"Gordon if your lady knew what you."

He thrust hard into me stopping my weak protests. He slammed into me at a very fast pace.

"Gordon please I'm a little sore, go gentle with me, please?"

He didn't even bother answering me. The other two came in and stood watching. Ricky was massaging his cock already. Zack just looked down on me with his usual dirty grin. Gordon soon filled my pussy, grunting and snorting in my ear.

"Oh no not yet," I gasped, as Ricky took his twin brother's place.

"What are you doing? No Christ, not there!" I shrieked.

3 smiling faces watched their aunt's face contort. Ricky used his brother's spunk to lube my ass. I grimaced and screamed as his cock powerd into my tight ass. I felt him push past boundaries that offered resistance, until they felt like they had snapped open. Zack turned my head sideways. My mouth was just wide open, wide enough for Zack to stuff his cock in!

"Ricky is just getting you ready for me," Zack said with a sick grin.

I tried to relax and let it happen, but what Zack threatened had me worried. Ricky was smaller than Zack, not as thick I mean. The thought of Zack fucking my ass had my heart racing. Ricky was becoming more and more excited. My poor ass felt like it was being ripped in half! Gordon was now fingering me. His fingers worked in and out of my pussy, with Zack telling him to do it fast. I just lay there with my 3 nephews a***ing my body. Despite the pain in my backside I could feel myself surrendering to an orgasm. Zack pulled out as I began to fetish. As I coughed my body jerked, and Ricky's cock went in further causing me to wince.

"Hell auntie I want your ass as soon as Ricky has finished."

I shook my head not quite able to answer Zack.

"God you are fucking tight," Ricky spat excitedly.

I found myself shuddering to a climax on Gordon's finger. His cock had joined Zack's now, right over my face. I felt someone pinch my nose and the two cocks fired cum into my gaping mouth. I closed my eyes and my mouth as the fingers let go of my nose. Spunk was flying everywhere, even up my ass now! Ricky was grunting and then screaming as he shot into me. I don't know if he had been holding back earlier, but now he was causing me more pain. Even so with spunk coating my nose, cheeks, hair, and eyelids, I wailed through a very draining orgasm. "Well auntie I guess we had better go," Zack said as he untied me.

I watched him take the video out of the camera. I didn't know he had set it up; he must have done it when I was blindfolded.

"Now I had better look after this, we don't want uncle Brian stumbling across it do we? Oh the twins would like a copy of the tape, you don't mind do you?"

I just sat open mouthed unable to speak.

"No I thought not, I mean I hope they don't try and blackmail you, but then again you might like that auntie. Just imagine 3 of us making you do what we wanted," he said with a final chuckle.

I struggled to the bathroom, and crawled into the bath that Zack had run for me. My poor backside felt sore, but it had died down quicker than I thought it would. I tried to deny the pleasure that I had from anal sex. It was something that I never wanted to try, but now I had, maybe it wasn't that bad.

When my husband came home I really wasn't sure what I wanted anymore. I just stood there waiting for him to come out with it. He kissed my cheek.

"I'm knackered," he mumred, as he slumped into the chair, and reached down into his bag.

"Brian we need to talk," I said, as I started to wring my hands.

I had to tell him what had happened; I mean this had gone way beyond just Zack powering me now. Even with Brian going off with that tart I just had to come clean.

"Wait I've got something for you."

Oh god the divorce papers now I thought.

"Look I realise you didn't want me to go, so before I did I took Faye shopping, to get you these."

My mouth dropped open as he rummaged through his bag.

"Here I bought you this for our anniversary next week, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to give it to you now," he said, as he sat back.

I ripped off the packaging and there was the necklace and the ring. My mind was spinning with a thousand thoughts.

"I had to take Faye, for a little feminine input. I asked her to put it on as I know you don't like a tight necklace. Well what do you think?"

"I don't, know what to, say," I mumred.

He smiled at the tears that formed in my eyes.

"Look I've got a confession. I'm moving jobs; I'm going to work for Richards. Some of us are jumping ship. I'm handing in my notice next week."

It was my turn to slump in the chair. I looked at the ring and necklace.

"Richards wants me to work for him. Sylvia what do you think?"

I started going through everything the jeweller had told me. OK I had fucked up again, now I didn't know what the hell to do. It was still in my mind to tell Brian, but as the minutes turned to hours, I was just so relieved he wasn't divorcing me I backed down.

By the time we got to bed I just wanted to relax on it and decide tomorrow. I slipped into the fresh sheets and instantly I remembered what had taken place with my 3 nephews!

"Brian I'm tired, not tonight."

Well I couldn't say my poor cunt and ass had been fucked senseless could I?

"Oh and what if it was him, Zack I mean?"

I watched him pick up Zack's ring from the bedside table. I shrivelled as my husband waited for my reaction.

"So my wife has been a little whore again," he mumred.

I felt his cock slip into me. I couldn't tell from his stone like expression what he was thinking, but he had his cock in me, like the day he bent me over the kitchen table.

"Put it on Sylvia, wear his ring."

I swallowed hard and I just lay there. I watched as he pushed the silver ring on the middle finger of my right hand.

"It's too tight," I gasped, "I won't be able to get it off!"

He powerd it over my knuckle, and grinned down at me.

"Well it will be a permanent reminder of what a slag you are. Anyway I bet you love the thought of having something of his close to you."

He began fucking me in long deep strokes. I winced and whimpered.

"Oh are you a little sore my cheating wife?"

"Brian, do you really, really want this?"

"I wouldn't be fucking you if I didn't; besides I bet you enjoyed it. That pretty cunt looked puffy and red, and you feel so big, did he stretch you?"

Ok my husband was getting off on my adultery now, but what when his excitement subsided? He gently pushed my right hand down between us.

"Put your middle finger in your cunt. Go on be a bitch and help yourself, put his ring in your pussy right next to my cock."

I shook my head looking straight up into his eyes. I could see he was nearing the point of no return. His face was red and his breathing had become heavier.

"Kiss it bitch, kiss your lovers ring," he stammered.

I didn't want to do this, but I closed my eyes and put the ring to my lips.

"Oh fucking cuckolds brownie, you fucking bitch, bitch!" Brain screamed.

I could see him fighting to keep his eyes open so he could see my lips kissing Zack's ring. In the end his climax took over and his eyes closed tight.

I fought and struggled to get the ring off. In the end I went into Brian and sobbed that it wouldn't budge. He just gave me a look that seemed to say he didn't care. I rushed back into the bathroom and soaped my finger again.

"So it's stuck then?"

I turned my head to Brian; my eyes were full of fear now. He walked over to me and started drying my hand.

"It looks like you're stuck with it. Still it doesn't really matter I suppose we needn't pretend anymore. You went to the jewellers didn't you? I had to go back and change Faye's engagement ring. I was going to tell you after our anniversary, but seeing as how you are hooked on fucking my sister's mister, I thought what the fuck!"

I slumped down on the loo.

"You're going to divorce me and marry that slut?" I mumred in disbelief.
He smirked at me like I was saying something ridiculous.

"She's not a slut Sylvia, I mean just look in the mirror if you want to see a slut!" he spat viciously.

"She said she thought you had guessed when you phoned the office. She had to put the phone down on you. I mean you must have been suspicious, and I didn't want to cancel our holiday. Faye has worked so hard she deserves better."

"Then why come back here at all? Why give me the redy present?" I hissed.

"Even when I was on holiday with her I felt sorry for you. I wanted to give our marriage one last chance. That is why I took her engagement ring back. Then I saw that little cuckolds brownies ring on my redy bedside cabinet."

He spent the night in the spare room and cleared his stuff out in the morning.

I took a deep breath. Even after everything he had said, I was surprised how quickly I realised our marriage was over. I had an empty feeling in my stomach as the door closed behind him for the last time. It was then I started to cry. 2 weeks later I received the divorce papers. I hadn't spoken to anyone except my family. Tina called but I just let her leave messages on the answer phone. My sister had returned to Scotland to try again with Trevor. She offered to take me with her, but what with the twins and what had happened I stayed put.

The answer phone kicked in and I raced to pick it up. I began crying down the phone. 20 minutes later Zack was comforting his aunt. He stayed the night but we didn't have sex, he just held me. The next morning I let him out the front door. He turned to me.

"You know mum and Danny are talking about moving because of Danny's work in two months time. I might stay here now I've got a job, so how do you fancy a lodger?"

Danny had gone off to the pub with his friends, and Zack had stayed in with me. Again I had quite a few glasses of wine. I sat in the chair watching the telly, and I put on a little display for my mister. I crossed my legs letting my skirt ride up. Zack watched me and I smiled at him. I crossed my legs the other way, making sure the nylon rubbed together.

"Do you really like mummy's legs darling?" I cooed.

He nodded and gulped. His eyes trailed down to my foot as I slowly let my shoe slip off.

"Would you go and run me a bath honey?"

He smiled at me. 10 minutes later I stood behind him in the small bathroom. He gasped slightly at the sight of his lady in her purple panties and bra. I sat on the edge of the bath.

"Take my stockings off for me. I'm afraid I laddered one this afternoon."

I watched his fumbling fingers as he pulled the black hold up stockings down one at a time. He seemed mesmerised as the black nylon slid down my leg to reveal a tanned leg underneath. He just knelt there when he had finished, as I stood up. I'm sure he could see the dampness in my panties. Still, just to make sure I reached up to get the shampoo. I moved forward and looked down to see his face 2 or 3 inches from my panty covered pussy. I held myself there as he moved forward. His lips brushed my pussy with just the purple panties between us.

"Can you smell mummy?" I asked.

I was now panting as much as he was. I gripped his gorgeous black locks and pulled him tighter to me.

"Oh Zack," I groaned.

His lips gripped my panties and my pussy and he held them. I whimpered in shock and surprise, as he flicked his tongue over my wet pussy. He mumred something deep into the folds of my panty covered pussy. My legs shook a little as he worked on me. I felt light headed, and I had to lean back on the wall. The sound of him sniffing deeply at my wet pussy made her run even more!

"Come and kiss mummy's mouth now darling," I panted with a gulp.

He looked so hot and flustered as we met eye to eye. He took my hand and held it gently, I felt him put it on his cock. I looked down in shock.

"Is that what you do with mummy's underwear?"

"You don't mind do you mum?"

I gripped his cock and began to gently pull it back and forth, through the stocking that he had put on it! I wriggled my panties down with my other hand. His sexy black eyes seemed to burn right through me. I slowly worked the hard nylon covered cock in my hand. Zack moved forward and kissed me. His tongue was powerful and yet gentle. I spread my pussy open and rubbed Zack's cock along my pink lips.

"See how wet, you, you've made mummy?" I gasped.

He pushed up and slipped easily into my wet opening. He groaned and mumred in my mouth as he continued to kiss me. I sucked his tongue in eagerly now. Lust had bubred over; we were both so hot for each other. He fucked me still with the stocking on his cock. It was a weird sensation, but the soft black stocking seemed to stimulate every nerve in my dripping pussy. My strong boy lifted me up and backed me against the sink. I managed to get a foot on the toilet seat and another on the bath. He pounded into me with lust filled grunts. I lapped it up just as much as he did! I gasped and groaned with every thrust that lifted my whole body. I felt like a whore the way Zack fucked me. My mister was fucking his lady like he would an eager slut!

"God Zack I don't, believe you're so, good!" I hissed frantically in his ear.

"Well you better you fucking bitch!" he growled.

The way he said the words shocked me. He wasn't making love to his lady he was fucking the whore I mentioned a few lines ago, but it did feel good.

"You're mine now mum, you belong to me. When I want to fuck you I will, is that clear slut!"

"Oh my god," I screamed.

"Every time I want you I'll have you," he hissed as he tweaked my nipple hard.

"Call me Tina, like I'm your girlfriend. Look at me as your girlfriend from now on, not your lady. Call me Tina; it is so disrespectful to me. I'm your whore girlfriend."

"You're a fucking slag, Tina, Tina!" he shrieked.

I tried to kiss him but he moved his head. For an instant he almost seemed to sneer at me! Just feeling his lovely thick cock in me had my juices running. He pinched and pulled on my nipple. He just watched my expressions as I winced; he almost seemed to be enjoying the little ripples of discomfort on my face.

"Do you love mummy, I mean Tina?"

He called me Tina a few years ago. I told him he was being disrespectful and rude. Now I wanted that. He gripped my hair on the top of my head not answering One long orgasm took over my entire body.

"Tina, I want pull your hair."

"Do it then, I'm your girlfriend not your lady. I'm sure you could find someone younger than me so I'll let you do as you want, just to keep you my darling," I panted.

He humped me even harder now. I just clung to his back, still shocked by mister that seemed so experienced! It was like he had been fucking for years. I've had a few men in my time, and I know the wimps from the passionate lovers. Then there's the next level, the masters, was my mister really a master? Or was this an over excited lady talking? The way he brought me to a climax gave me the answer. My mouth opened but I couldn't manage a sound. I shuddered and thrashed about. My grip tightened on his back just as he started yelling. I just let him hump me until he was drained. When he finally pulled out I was gasping to get any sort of breath into my lungs. I closed my eyes, still stood on the toilet seat and the bath, and my backside perched on the sink. I could feel my breasts heaving up and down. I opened my eyes and there was my mister pointing his phone at me. I climbed down only to be pushed to my knees.

"Zack you can't take photos of....."

My complaining was halted by my mister's cock pushing in my mouth.

"Clean me up mum, Tina, like a real slut would."

His hand gripped my hair and I began to slurp on his cock. I couldn't believe how quick it grew in my mouth. I looked up into his eyes, or rather his phone. My objection to his filming was outweighed by my lust. I sucked greedily as his hands messed up my hair. It was like he was taunting me now. He had his mum just where he wanted her, on her knees sucking his lovely thick cock!

"You fucking whore!" he spat.

His hand was on the back of my head with his fingers spread wide. His cock just grew and grew in my mouth! I put my hand on his thigh, trying to stop his eager thrusts that threatened to fetish me. He nudged my hand away quite roughly, and this time he gripped my hair. If I didn't know better I would have thought he was trying to fetish me on purpose. I suppose he was so turned he didn't hear my gagging on his cock! I wanted to tell him to slow down a little. He was now dictating the pace, his hand was almost pulling my mouth right off his cock, and then it would plunge me back down until my lips hit the base! I coughed and struggled but I swallowed everything I could. This really must have turned Zack on, as his mouth opened and he squeaked in disbelief. He pulled out of my mouth and I left it hanging open. I wanted him to pump the dregs into my mouth; he seemed to miss the target on purpose. Spunk splattered on my chin and then a last big squirt went right up my nose.

"I love you mum," he mumred.

I smiled trying to catch the dribble coming out of my nostril. I hoped I didn't look too messy, but then again maybe Zack would like the 'just fucked slut look' of his lady!

"So Brian has definitely left her then?"

I was still daydreaming about my night with Zack a few weeks ago, "Yeah, still I don't think she's much better than her sister."

"But I thought she was having Zack to stay?" Danny asked, as he grabbed one of the cakes I had just baked.

"Look Zack has started work, I don't want to up root him until we are sure you want the job. Besides if Zack helps her with the mortgage for awhile, she won't red my brother dry."

"Tina I mean it I really want this job to work. We could buy a house there it's cheaper up north."

I smacked his hand away from another cake, "I told you we rent until you're sure, I'm not dragging Zack there while he's happy."

I thought about Zack again. I wanted my mister with me but I had to get away from sexual side between Zack and me. I knew it wasn't right, but it felt so wonderful. As for Danny, well, we seemed to be arguing more than I liked. But Zack was here first and Danny would just have to understand that.

"Tina we could buy something, it's worth it."

"No!" I snapped at him.

"God you really are being selfish, this is just about pleasing him isn't it?"

"No it's not, I'm giving up everything to move up there, I won't know anyone and nor will Zack," I grizzled.

He shook his head and gave me that redy awful stare of his.

"Maybe you should have married your boy?" he hissed, as he walked to the lounge.

I hit him on the back of the head with the tea towel. He said ouch sarcastically and threw it back.

I went in to Zack's room to watch him pack.

"Darling you will tell me if Aunt Sylvia bullies you won't you? Make sure you only give her the money we agreed. If she can't manage after that then she'll have to work longer hours."

"I can handle her mum."

He looked past me to see if Danny was about. He pushed the bedroom door closed and pressed his lips against me. I struggled briefly but his hot tongue soon had me gasping.

"Zack we can't do this anymore," I whispered.

He placed my hand on his hard cock, and pushed me to my knees.

"Go on Tina, hey maybe I should start calling you Tina in front of him?"

"Zack if Danny comes in......Oh fuck it," I whimpered giving in, and then I sucked him into my mouth.

"I'm seeing a girl now mum, Sabrina, Tommy's ex, you know my friend from school?"

I tried to push off him but he just held my head.

"So you fucked him did you mum? You fucked him he told me."

I was still in shock as Zack fired into my mouth. That little bastard Tommy just had to tell him, didn't he? But was Zack punishing me now? Zack pushed me back on my heels. I just looked up at him with a worried expression.

"My mum the local whore!" he spat.

"I love you darling don't be angry," I sobbed.

He shrugged pulling me up to my feet. I went to rub his cheek to sooth him, but he just caught my hand.

"I'm sorry Zack, please forgive me?"

He nodded slowly like he was considering it. He dropped to his knees and he slowly tugged my panties down. I stepped out of them and raised my skirt. I moved forward just thrilled that he was going to lick me. His hand stopped me and he pulled my skirt back into place. My smile dropped as he picked up my wet panties and put them under his pillow.

"Can you go now I need to phone Sabrina?" he said coldly.

I went back out of his room and brushed away a tear.

I had thought long and hard about letting Zack stay as my lodger. Tina didn't seem bothered, but I could tell she considered our friendship at an end. She told me she was going on holiday with Danny, Brian, and Faye. She just looked at me waiting for my reaction. I told her I wasn't bothered, but deep down it hurt like hell.

Zack was helping me cope with the mortgage so I could keep the house. Brian was moving with Faye to Liverpool to work for his boss's new company. He did come and see me and ask if it was true that Zack was going to move in. I didn't lie I mean how could I? I told him it was short term, to help me pay for the house, and now that Zack was dating I think he believed me.

I had gone back to working part time, at my old job in the typing pool where Faye used to work. My wedding rings had gone, but for some strange reamister I wore Zack's ring never taking it off, anyway he didn't seem bothered.

Like I said Zack had a girlfriend, and whether you believe me or not, we hadn't ever had sex since he moved in, we came close I will admit, but I had already had first hand experience of what being unfaithful could do. I had only met Zack's girlfriend a few times, but I didn't really like her that much. But I did reminisce about what Zack had made me do the few times I played with myself.

The men at work that knew my husband didn't hit on me. But I had declined several offers of dates from others that worked there. It was just too early for me to start dating again, and I felt fragile as far as men were concerned. I thought I had gotten over Brian so well, but I think the aftershock had hit me now.

My stepman had taken to visiting me quite often. At first it was down to mum making sure I was alright. But just lately he seemed to come round for no real reamister. I don't think he even told mum sometimes. I remembered the look on their faces when I told them both Zack was moving in as my lodger. While mum was shocked, my stepman gave me a little sly grin.

"So where is he?"

"At the pictures with his girlfriend," I replied.

"Are you jealous?"

I thought about his question and shook my head. I didn't like where this was going.

"You haven't dated anyone yet have you Sylvia?"

I stayed facing the sink, "it's too close to Brian, I, I just can't."

"You know I haven't got long left now don't you? Your secret is still safe with me."

I felt him close behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck. I went rigid as his nose sniffed my hair.

"I bet you're lonely aren't you? Especially as Zack has a girlfriend now."

His nose was circling around the back of my head, just sniffing my hair. I felt his lips on my bare neck just trailing over it; he tugged at my earring with his mouth as he groaned. I powerd myself away from him, cursing myself for standing there too long. The front door opened at that time, and Zack came in with his girlfriend.

My stepman knew I was giving in, several times now he had just openly leered at my breasts; I just ignored him, pretending I hadn't noticed. Just last week when he came to take me shopping with mum, I had worn a mid thigh length skirt. I blushed like mad as he trailed a hand up the back of my thigh, as we waited for mum in the multi-storey car park.

"How is Zack, looking after you is he?"

I could feel my skirt rising slowly as his hand worked its way up. I just stood there feeling my heart thumping, as a finger worked its way into my panties. I was shaking with excitement as he touched up his stepflower!

"Stay there," he hissed, as we saw my mum coming out of the lift in the distance.

I felt his fingers wriggling between my ass cheeks. The bastard was after my asshole, and I was just letting him! He used several fingers to push my cheeks apart, and I felt another worm its way into my ass! I watched mum approach as we just stood behind the car. All she could see was our head and shoulders over the car roof.

"Oh Sylvia I do believe you are enjoying this?" he whispered in my ear.

His finger explored places that until recently I never knew could get me feeling excited. It was something that disgusted me a few months ago, but here I was letting my stepman finger me where he wanted. He gave a final sharp thrust and his finger went further than before, it powerd me to take a small step forward. What it pushed past or invaded I didn't want to think about. But he pulled his finger out just as quick, leaving me stumbling a little.

"Your mum likes it too," he mumred close to my ear.

My mouth dropped open in shock. Thinking about my mum having sex was bad enough, but anal sex was extremely difficult to imagine!

She smiled that little protective smile of hers, the one that said 'I know you have had a difficult time, but mummy will look after you, I won't let you down.' I watched as she handed my stepman a chocolate ice-cream, and me a strawberry one. I watched her wipe the melted ice-cream from her fingers with a tissue.

"I thought dad asked for strawberry too?" I asked.

"Oh he likes chocolate Sylvia; he's got that for dessert tonight too."

I watched a little grin between them, and my stepman licked the chocolate off his dripping hand, as mum got into the car.

He winked at me, "I know what you are thinking, and yes your lady likes it up her ass."

I sat in the back seat in amazement, wondering if he really meant it! I remembered back several years ago my mum seemed to tease him. She would often say chocolate treat night tonight. Now I know what that meant. I sat in the car feeling where his finger had been. It was almost like it was still in there. Mum had to ask me a question for a second time to get me to respond.

Zack came in with his girlfriend and my stepman soon left. We had tea and watched the telly. Zack and his girlfriend cuddled up on the couch. I could see out of the corner of my eye that her hand was on his lap. She seemed to be gently squeezing his cock; obviously they thought I hadn't noticed. I just sat there trying hard to concentrate on the telly, but I was beginning to think back to the things Zack had made me do. Did he do similar stuff with her? I doubted that, she seemed as powerful as he was.

"You don't mind if I stay the night do you?" she asked, curling a brown ringlet of hair around her finger.

This wasn't a request it was more of a statement. Her hand was gently squeezing his cock. When I looked into her eyes she was almost sneering at me.

"N, no, I'm going for a bath," I mumred.

That night I could hear them. Sabrina was urging him to fuck her harder. I could hear Zack grunting, and finally he must have shot into her.

The following morning I passed the open bedroom door. Zack was licking Sabrina's left nipple. I just stood in shock as she looked up at me. She had a big grin on her face.

"Fuck me again Zack, please?"

She looked at me the whole time she spoke, and kept looking until I shuffled away.

I was downstairs when I heard them screwing. Sabrina seemed to be making more noise than was necessary. An hour later she came into the kitchen.

"I've got to go to work, Zack is still in bed. I hope we didn't make too much noise?"

She laughed as she headed for the door, giving me no time respond.

I was angry and fed up with the little bitch. I went upstairs to tell Zack she wasn't welcome here anymore. There he was relaxing on the bed, no covers on his body, and his cock hanging to one side. I watched him relaxing for quite some time. My pussy was already feeling wet, as I slipped a finger into my dressing gown. My mouth hung open, and my breathing became heavier. I just watched his cock the whole time.

"Why don't you come in?"

I jumped and looked up to see he was now watching me. Those cold black staring eyes were back in his head, the same eyes that frightened me, but also gave me such a thrill. I swallowed and moved forward.

"Fuck here we go again, does she never learn?" my brain asked my heart.

"She is divorced now, let her have some fun, besides I need a good work out, it's a long time since I was put through some serious exercise." my heart answered.

He started to kiss me slowly and I melted. I felt his finger tips wriggling on my pussy lips, until he had opened up the wet folds. His tongue grazed my clit and I groaned again. I pulled away and went into the bathroom. Zack had followed me and I turned round facing him.

"What about Sabrina?" I asked, in one last feeble attempt.

"Do you really care?" he replied, and then thrust his thumb into me.

"No!" I screeched, as I pulled hard on his curly black hair.

His tongue licked me, and his thumb fucked my dripping cunt. I was whimpering and shuddering, realising how much I had missed this. I felt him tug at my nipple quite roughly. I groaned and winced, but I covered his hand with mine so he didn't stop. My eyes opened, and I caught sight of myself in the mirror. The lust filled expression on my face, just seemed to emphasise how much I needed this. His fingers tugged at my nipple even harder.

"It hurts Zack," I groaned.

"Do you want me to stop?"

I thought about it just for a second, "No, pull it harder, I don't, care."

Two fingers replaced his thumb and they fucked me rapidly. My legs began to buckle, and I had to grab the sink that my ass was pressed against. I looked down at his fingers that pinched and pulled my nipple. He had moved slightly, and now he was tugging and pinching my fleshy tit. I watched red marks appear on my white skin. It all became too much, I screamed and moaned my way to my best orgasm in months!

He sat back on the carpet looking up at me. His face was red and looked quite wet.

"I need a shower," he said quietly.

I nodded and he got to his feet. He grabbed my arm as I went to go past him.

"I guess you want to play again," he said with a mocking grin.

I sat at my dressing table and opened the drawer. There he was looking up from our wedding photo. It was the only photo I had kept of Brian and me. I traced my fingers over his smiling face, until Zack's ring caught my eye on the same hand. I slammed the drawer closed, wondering if my ex husband was happy with his new wife. It's one thing when a partner wants to divorce you. But it is so painful when you realise that partner thinks, he or she, has found someone better!

I spent the day at my lady's house. I just wanted to get away from Zack, just to regroup in my head. Zack was mentally strong, even powerful I guess. I was no match for him in my present state. This strange hold he had over me in the past was coming back. He hadn't bothered with me when he first moved in, but now he knew he could manipulate me like before. The thing I was trying to work out was, if I wanted to go through it all again. It thrilled me and it disgusted me at the same time. Right and wrong didn't seem to come into it now; it was just whether or not I wanted to be controlled. I looked down at his ring; it was like it was keeping an eye on me. This was Zack's mark on me, and as long as I wore it I was his. Zack was creepy in a lot of people's eyes, sometimes I wondered if he was the devil. He could certainly control me even when I fought my hardest. But now was I willing to give up the fight, and let him win?

"Sylvia, are you missing him?"

I looked up into my mum's sympathetic eyes. I sniffed and wiped away a tear.

"No, not really, sorry," I mumred.

She cuddled me, "you have to let him go dear, look why don't you go out with Cliff he's a nice man?"

I thought about my mum's next door neighbour. I started laughing at the way he stumred as he tried to ask me out two weeks ago. I knew mum had put him up to it, he gulped and stammered and blushed. In the end I had to thank him and tell him I wasn't ready for dating again. He nodded and shuffled off back into his house, just glad to get away from embarrassing himself further.

"No maybe not," my mum said, as she started chuckling.

I felt better a few moments later, and ended up staying for tea. We watched one of the old Carry On films. One I remembered watching years ago when I was 10 or 11, before I became interested in boys, when I was young and innocent.

I got home around 10, Zack's motorbike stood on the drive but all the lights were out. I crept up stairs hearing him snoring lightly as he slept. I twisted his ring on my finger, but I didn't take it off.

I got home from work the next day and Zack was cooking tea. This wasn't really a surprise as he did it from time to time.

"Are you going out tonight?"

"No, we've split up; she's going out with Tommy again."

"Sorry," I mumred.

"Don't be, I didn't expect it to last."

We sat eating tea and my mind was back on Zack again.

"Do you want to go out to the pictures or something?"

I looked at him. I didn't really understand if he was asking me for a date as such, or if he was just asking because he was bored or something. He took the plates before I could give him an answer. He came back with rhubarb crumble and custard. He put the bowl down in front of me, and then I felt his hands on my shoulders. I just sat there not really sure what to do. His hands slipped round and he started to unbutton my blouse. He pulled it open, and then he slipped my bra straps down my shoulders. I watched him pull the cups down off my breasts.

"You are excited, your breathing has changed," he whispered in my ear.

I felt his lips on my neck, and I tilted my head so he had a bigger target.

"Eat," he commanded.

He stayed behind me and pulled my skirt up exposing my tights and panties. My mind drifted back to the day in the café. I picked up the spoon with a slightly trembling hand. I took a mouthful, just as he squeezed both my nipples. I groaned with a mouthful of food, as he kissed my neck.

"Finger yourself with your other hand."

I let my hand move slowly from the table.

"No put it in your tights and knickers and touch your clit," he whispered.

He carried on kissing just behind my ear, as my trembling hand fed my mouth. I touched my clit lightly at the same time. I groaned my way through the bowl full of food. Several times I stopped eating, but Zack told me to carry on. I was becoming so worked up I couldn't think straight. I was panting with mouthfuls of food, and rubbing myself a little harder.

Zack had picked up his bowl and stayed behind me. I was close to finishing myself off now and Zack was kissing my neck. I groaned and gasped as a warm trickle came from his mouth. I looked down and rubbed myself harder, as yellow custard ran down my chest and over my right breast! I just watched stunned, as it raced over my large mound. Zack's head was now over my left shoulder, and I felt the warm wet trickle again!

"Do you like that you dirty slut?" he groaned in my ear.

I couldn't answer I just shook and whimpered. I looked from one yellow streak to the other in amazement. I closed my eyes as my orgasm started.

"Sylvia, look down."

I saw his hand pull my tights and panties away from my belly.

"Oh fuck no, don't!" I shrieked in disbelief.

He tipped his bowl of just custard down over my pussy hair! I jumped in the chair but he leaned lightly on my shoulders. I felt it rush towards my hand that now rubbed my clit faster. It felt warm and wet as it covered my hand, and seeped through to my backside. My orgasm went on and on, as the custard went everywhere it could reach. I was cursing and crying with such excitement, I didn't know if I would ever come down!

Zack put his hand in my panties and scooped up some custard. I waited for him to coat it over my breasts. He didn't, he smeared it on my face! I screamed and shook and opened my legs wider. My hand was now pressing the custard against my pussy. I was unable to keep my eyes open, as my squelching fingers finally slowed to a standstill.

Gradually I opened my eyes, just in time to see Zack bring himself off over my tits! I looked down at them both, now covered with yellow trails, and globs of white. My panting continued as I felt drained and warn out. Zack was panting too, but somehow he had managed to video some of it on his phone!

As I stood up I felt Custard rushing down my legs. I held my skirt up and away from me in my trembling hands. I took half a step, and felt more custard moving and trickling somewhere between my legs.

"God you look sexy," Zack groaned, with a smile.

"I feel a right fucking mess!" I snapped.

"Yeah but it worked though didn't it?"

I shook my head and shuffled out to the downstairs loo, like an old woman of 90! God the redy stuff was everywhere!

I curled up on the couch in my dressing gown after spending 20 minutes in the shower. Zack came in with a cup of tea. I was still miffed with him, but somewhere inside I wondered what else he would like to do to me.

"So you don't fancy going out then?" he asked, and then he started laughing at my cross expression.

I heard his motorbike starting up the next morning. On the bedside cabinet was a cup of tea. I just couldn't work him out. One minute he torments me, the next he leaves me cups of tea! I suppose I should have resisted a little stronger when he came into my room last night. But then again maybe I'm just as perverted as he is? I takes the tea and rubbed my wrists, the red marks from the handcuffs had gone, but the smell of sex between my legs would have to be washed away. Still he was off to stay with his lady and Danny for the week; maybe I should get my head round this and sort things out. Or should I just let him carry on, until he finds himself a girlfriend again?

Two days later I had a take with Harvey, one of the guys from work. I had finally relented and gone for a take with him. He was nice, although one of the girls had told me he was just working his way round the office. Well if he was he was only going to get to buy me a take. He was a quick worker; he was already putting his arm around me. While I didn't want to push him away, I didn't want him to think it was back to my place, into bed, and off home when the sun came up. Still he was making me laugh a little, even though his jokes were a little old.

So crunch time came around 10.30. He waited on my doorstep as I got the key into the lock.

"Thank you Sylvia, can we do this again sometime?"

Well I couldn't just blow him out.

"Maybe, I'll see you at work next week."

He smiled and moved forward. I turned my head just as the kiss landed. His grin dropped and he moved away.

I resisted Harvey's advances over the next few days. Besides I was getting more than enough from Zack. He had moved into my bed and had started to control me.

We went shopping, just for food one day. He stood back while I watched the items move forward on the conveyer belt. My face was the deepest red you could imagine. One carrot, one cucumber, one banana, one turnip, one marrow, and one bread stick. The middle aged guy just looked at me like he knew something he shouldn't. I think it was the large tub of lubricating gel that caused the smile on his face. Zack must have put it there without me knowing; I just bit my lip and hoped he wouldn't make a comment. That was it that was all I bought, I couldn't even hide it amongst other things. The two young guys in the queue behind me seemed to be trying to catch my eye. I hurriedly put everything in the bag and managed to gulp a thank you.

I heard sniggering from the two men, and I could see the guy on the till shake his head. I grabbed the bag and rushed out of the shop. It took me 3 attempts to start the car.

"Zack that was redy cruel," I snapped.

"Yeah but wait until we try using them."

I nearly ran into the back of the car in front.

"Shit I'm only joking Sylvia, unless you really want to try a marrow up that pretty pussy of yours?"

As he fucked me that night, I had visions of the three men from earlier that day, watching and helping to stuff everything in my pussy. We didn't try anything if you are wondering. But just the thought of buying those things and what the men thought I'd be doing later, made me climax harder.

I know I could have stopped this at any time, but I had forgotten how horny being out of control could be. Zack wasn't always acting like a bastard; he just never let on when he would. He knew to a certain point that I was scared of him, and what he would make me do. The threat was still there about letting mum or my sister know what had happened with my other nephews, and they were going to spend a few days in January with me. I tried to talk Zack out of it, but the threat was there again. So I would just have to cope with what all 3 of them would do to me.

It was late when I came home from work. There was my stepman watching the telly. I just stood there in total shock.

"Well it seems you are working your way through all the males in the family."

I rushed to the telly and switched it off. I know a pretty pointless thing to do.

"How did you know about this?" I mumred.

"Zack asked me to find a video to record the rugby for him. He asked me to check them first, so I didn't tape over anything that you might want to keep."

"Where is he?" I snapped, feeling anger and offense rising at the same time.

"He has gone out with a friend. He said you wouldn't be long. Now I can't over look this Sylvia. I have to show this to your lady I'm afraid, unless.......?"

I stood in front of him and began to undress. He just sat there watching as my skirt and blouse fell to the floor. I could already see the lump in his trousers becoming more prominent.

His grin dropped, "come here."

I moved forward half a pace, I knew it wasn't enough. My body was shaking, and my face seemed to be a constant shade of red these days, almost as red as my stepman's hair. I didn't have to be told to take another step forward. I gingerly moved closer. He grabbed my wrist and I tried to keep myself covered, but he just wrenched my hand away. He gazed at my little sky blue panties.

"Well we are a little wet aren't we?"

I cringed at his words but I couldn't deny it.

"So do you want me too?"

I snatched the razor away from him. I was going to do this myself; the last thing I wanted was a shaky hand nicking my pussy. OK I was just as shaky, but if it had to be done then I was going to do it. Now I've never shaved my pussy before, OK a little trim now and then, but I really didn't know the best way to start.

"Why don't you let me do it, I shave your lady?"

Again this was a shock to me. I was finding things out about mum that I would never have guessed in a million years!

I lowered my panties to my knees exposing my pussy to his gaze. I picked up the pink razor and tried to keep my hand steady.

"What the hell is going on down there?" my brain asked my pussy.

"Just get me out of here!" my pussy shrieked back.

In the end I closed my eyes and handed the razor over to my stepman. I tried to keep still and stop my legs from trembling. I felt the first glide over my mound. I must admit I was surprised by how careful he was. I suppose if he did do this to mum then he had plenty of practice, even so I didn't dare open my eyes.

I had refused point blank at first, but after nearly an hour I guess I caved in, well I had to, didn't I? I couldn't afford to let him take the video home with him. When he announced he was finished I was a little shocked. He seemed to do it quicker than I thought. I couldn't feel any trickles of red, just a strange bare sensation.

"Now for the test Sylvia," he mumred.

I felt his lips touch my newly shaved mound. My eyes were still closed, and I kept them that way, while he delicately kissed everywhere he had shaved. His hands seemed to be gripping my ass cheeks and gently pulling them apart, and then I felt his finger tips of his left hand working around my asshole. I could feel myself stiffen as he his tongue swiped my pussy. His index finger I think pushed into my ass.

"Please don't do that, I don't like it," I whimpered.

He pushed his finger in further, groaning lustfully as he did so. I gripped his hair as his right hand opened my pussy and he stuck his tongue into me. I panted slightly and moaned. One hand was causing me pleasure; the other hand frightened me a little. Even so I just stood there letting him finger both holes, until we both heard my mum's voice!

I froze to the spot for an instant. My stepman looked up at my worried expression. We both heard the living room door open. I pushed his head away and he stumred and fell back. This could have been the ultimate offense, I was just glad we had gone to the bathroom to do this!

"Sylvia!" my mum called.

"I'll be down in a minute," I called back.

"Is Matthew here?"

"He's looking at my plumbing."

Well I didn't know what else to say!

The next few seconds turned into a frantic fight with my clothes. My stepman hastily rearranged his trousers and shuffled out onto the landing.

"You'll just have to keep an eye on it Sylvia. We don't want it furring up again."

"Thanks dad," I said, loud enough for mum to hear, as I gave my stepman an angry look.

I had this strange feeling in my backside as I sat takeing coffee with mum. My now bare pussy was soaked in my panties, and my stepman seemed to give me a sly grin every chance he got.

"You evil redy cuckolds brownie, did you have to show my...."

I slapped and beat his chest, as he held me tight and clamped his lips on mine. I tried kicking him which seemed to amuse him.

My little slaps faded as his tongue worked its magic. I was soon clawing at his chest ripping his shirt open, and powering my tongue as far into his mouth as I could! I knew that somehow he had left the tape where my stepman would find it. The thought of him watching me tied to the bed with my nephews, horrified me. It was Zack's fault I had a shaved pussy. It was his fault my stepman had fingered my ass. It was his fault that sometime in the future; I thought my stepman would fuck me, probably up my ass too!

"Fucking hell, when did you do that?" Zack gasped.

I struggled to get his hand out of my panties, but I was no match for his strength.

It really is weird how my emotions could fly from lust to disgust in a matter of seconds. But this was what Zack did to me. I'm sorry to keep on about it, but this was the biggest thing in my life right now. I knew that someday this would have to stop. I would have to be strong and repel Zack, but at the moment the thrill he gave me was beyond belief!

He pulled me up to bed and actually tore my skirt from my body. Again I should have resisted but I wanted this so bad. I made a final futile attempt to keep my panties, but they were soon ripped to shreds too!

I was still cursing him, only not with anger anymore. I pulled his head between my legs as his fingers ravaged my pussy, and his tongue and lips tormented my clit.

My legs wrapped themselves around his shoulders, and I actually bucked into his face!

I was still calling him all the names under the sun, as my orgasm blotted out everything that was right and wrong.

"God you look even better like this," he moaned, staring between my legs.

His wet face was inches from my cunt. He just seemed to be taking it all in, like it was the first time he had seen my pussy. I was a little embarrassed by the way he just looked between my legs. I tried to move away, not even thinking that he would fuck me.

"Oh mum," he groaned.

My eyes opened wide. He quickly realised his mistake, but I could see in his eyes he was worried about letting something slip.

"Zack you, you haven't?" I mumred in shock.

His cock was in me now. I know this sounds silly but I didn't really notice at first. I was still wondering about Tina. OK I know I'm Zack's aunt, but this is different, isn't it? Even as I put things together, like the sunbathing when she was topless in the garden, and Zack came in, it was all to ridiculous to be true.

He began grunting and thrusting deeper. I could feel his body trembling. My own imagination was in overdrive too. Would Tina really expose herself to her mister like that on purpose?

"She, she flashes at me," he grunted in my ear.

He was ramming me hard now; I'm sure with thoughts of his lady running around in his head. He let go with everything firing deep into me. I clamped my arms around his neck just holding him there. I had climaxed again, as intense as before, but for a different reamister. I just had flashing images of aunt, lady, and Zack, sharing a dirty weekend in the same bed!

We didn't speak for the rest of the night we just cuddled. But I'm sure we were both thinking about the same thing. Even though I had thought about Tina with Zack, and got off on it, I didn't like the idea. But my guilt was outweighed by trying work out, just how far Tina would go with Zack? Exposing her pussy was a little over the top I think we can agree.

Zack was relaxing in my arms now. I pushed him over gently to get some feeling back in my aching limb. Would Tina really want to fuck her mister? Would Zack really fuck his lady? Well he was fucking me wasn't he?

The next few days we slept together. I know this is an odd relationship but it worked from time to time. Just the things that Zack did to me had my head in a spin sometimes. When he took control I felt so frightened but so excited. The fear of what was coming next was such a turn on; I hated admitting it to myself.

Still today we were going beyond anything we had already done, although he didn't actually fuck me until we got home.

We went to a small fishing village 40 miles away. I could feel every nerve in my body tingling like mad. Zack was in bastard mode today, extreme bastard mode, which meant no matter how much I tried, he wouldn't come to any sort of a compromise. I had to do what he wanted and that was final.

So there I stood in a deserted car park right on the windswept coast. I wore a black bomber jacket, with holes ripped into the pocket lining. My hands were pushed through the holes, and then handcuffed together. Zack pulled the zip up hiding the cuffs, so it gave the impression I just had my hands in the pockets. I wore green stiletto court shoes with a 4 inch heel, bamboo coloured tights, and a black lightweight miniskirt 7 inches off my knee. Just stood by my car was bad enough, but I had to walk the length of the small harbour wall. My skirt was already flying up exposing everything in the strong wind, and with my hands cuffed in my pockets I couldn't push my skirt down!

Obviously to people who saw me, it would appear that I just had my hands in my pockets, and that I wasn't worried about my flying skirt! I know I haven't told you the colour of my panties, well, I wasn't wearing any!

"You know what to do, go to the end of the harbour and walk back again, nice and slow, or I'll take you into the town and you can walk around for an hour."

The cold December wind lick at my legs sending shivers down my spine. My skirt was all over the place already, and at the moment I was sheltered behind my car! I took several uneasy steps away from the car. As soon as I did my skirt flew right up! I looked back at Zack who just sat there filming me with the video camera. I wanted to plead with him, but I already knew I wasn't going to get anywhere. I began walking to the edge of the wall. The masts of the fishing boats swayed and bounced in the choppy water. I could see the fishermen working away in one of the boats; it wouldn't take long for clack of my high heels to attract their attention.

My hair was all over the place blowing in my face, sometimes hiding it, much to my relief. I gulped as I went nearer to the boats; I was now walking the length of the harbour on trembling legs. Three men working in the nearest boat soon turned to look. They saw a long legged woman in a short skirt blowing everywhere! In these conditions they would probably have expected to see a pair of trousers. They had all stopped and looked on in disbelief, as a big gust of wind powerd my skirt up! 10 yards away they would see a freshly shaved pussy covered by a pair of flimsy tights! I swallowed hard and walked on. I tried moving my hands down, but they were restricted by the cuffs and the pockets.

I made the mistake of making eye contact with a rugged looking fisherman. He was blowing kisses at me and grinning. I watched his eyes drop to my pussy, as yet another gust of wind held my skirt right up for them.

I turned away from the now smiling faces. I walked on past them closing my eyes, 300 yards and I would turn and have to walk past them again!

They now had a view of my bare backside, as my skirt blew up my back, and it stayed there for several seconds!

"Oh that was good sexy," Zack said, "I got that all on the video camera."

The little ear piece crackled, probably due to the wind. I could hear Zack but I couldn't talk back to him.

"Oh look up ahead Sylvia," Zack said excitedly.

I saw a man on a bike heading towards me. Even at about 100 yards I could see he had seen everything.

"He was going the other way until he saw you. He's coming for a closer look."

I gulped hard hurting my throat.

"Right ask him the time," Zack said in my ear piece.

I gasped and mumred no. I knew Zack wouldn't hear it, but I hoped he would tell me he was joking. 50 yards separated us now, and the middle aged man looked a little nervous.

"You better ask him the time Sylvia, or mummy gets to see her flower with her nephews!"

My eyes made contact with his as he cycled slowly. I was breathing hard now.

"Excuse me, have you, got the time?" I asked disjointedly.

He stopped a few feet from me and he seemed to swallow hard. I knew he couldn't resist a look at my exposed pussy, and he didn't. At least he seemed a little embarrassed too!

"Just gone 3 o'clock," he blurted out.

I nodded and walked on, his eyes dropped to my shaved pussy one last time.

"Oh that was fucking awesome. God he's looking back at your ass now," Zack said in triumph.

I walked on a little more, feeling my heart hammering to get out of my chest.

"OK I think you can come back now. God you are going to love this!"

I could hear even more excitement in Zack's voice, and he also had a nasty chuckle too. I was dreading turning round, what the hell was going to happen now?

"Oh my god," I gasped.

"Hey I told you Sylvie, well you really are fucked now," Zack spat full of excitement.

If I was nervous before, I was shaking myself to death now. All those grinning faces watching me as I headed towards them, they just gazed at me, waiting.

A loud cheer went up just as the wind did. It flung my skirt up flashing my pussy at them. The cold wind held my skirt up for a good 5 seconds!

"Oh fucking hell, I count 20 or maybe more. Hey auntie, they must have called all the men out from the other boats."

Now I was facing the strong wind my hair was blowing back behind me. My skirt simply refused to cover my pussy. It was just like Zack was walking beside me holding my skirt up!

The whistles had turned to comments now. Filthy words echoed round my head. My face was bright red, and my ears ringing with offers to warm me up!

"Hey Sylvie, how about you ask them for a ride on the boat?"

My mouth dropped open in shock. I could just imagine them pulling me down below the deck and fucking me one by one!

"Don't worry, I'm only kidding. God I've got a real good close up of your pussy. Fuck it really looks wet, do you think they can see how juicy you are?"

I felt the fishermen turn as I walked past 10 yards away. They kept calling after me and whistling. My trembling ass was the focus of attention now. I just kept walking knowing I would soon be safe.

The calling and whistling died down as it started to rain. I went behind the wall out of sight of the fishermen. When I got to the car I went to the far side. Zack had got out and pushed me back against the car door. I waited for him to pull my zip down and let my trembling hands out of the cuffs. He dropped to his knees and ripped my tights open. His finger entered me with ease, almost like my cunt had sucked him in. He fingered me rapidly and I climaxed within seconds, my head was full of the faces that had leered at me.

When I opened my eyes the man on the bike was just a few yards away. Zack saw him and held my skirt up, as the guy shot spunk onto the ground in the car park!

Zack had to help me quickly into the car afterwards. Even as he drove, twittering on about how sexy the day had been, I was still feeling the effects of displaying my body to all those men!

"God I can smell you!" he panted excitedly.

Zack pulled me into the house; I was still cuffed and still horny. He just started fucking me on the living room carpet, through the hole in my tights. I had another orgasm, but not as intense as the one earlier against my car. Zack pumped into me with vigour, until we both ended up in a panting heap on the floor.

We both watched the video right through. I wasn't too keen on it, but Zack was so animated with things he liked. He watched it again as I sucked his cock. I felt him explode in my mouth, as cheering fishermen could be heard in the distance on the video.

The office Christmas party was just a couple of days away. Harvey was hitting on me again. He seemed to be getting increasingly frustrated with my refusal for a second date. In the end I didn't go to the party, I just didn't want him coming onto me in a takesen state. But just before the Christmas break he cornered me in his office. His hands were all over me and he ripped my blouse. I just worked my knee into his groin, and left Harvey doured up on the floor. I suppose I should have done that to Zack ages ago.

Zack had gone to his lady's house for Christmas. I was glad in away. It gave me a little time to think. I know you'll probably think about time too, but now I really wanted him out of the house. This was a tough decision for me, I know it shouldn't have been, but I really cannot stop going on about the control he had over me. Zack was too powerful, I really can't stress how much he could manipulate me, not only that, but I was at a low point in my life. The man I loved had walked out on me; just ask anyone who has been there, what a crushing blow that is. Zack was there; he picked up the pieces and put them back together, OK I know it was for his own benefit, and he put the pieces back to suit himself.

It seemed like every time I was one step away from asking him to leave; he would turn me into a lust filled wreck. Despite what I have just told you, don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the sex even if it scared the cuckolds brownie out of me. But I had to end this soon, before I was so drawn into being his sex slave (if that's what I have become) full time!

Christmas was always going to be a strained affair. After what my stepman and my sister's twin boys had done with me, I wasn't sure who to keep away from first! I managed to get through it quite well. I just tried to ignore the lust filled dirty looks I was getting from my stepman, and the twins. My mum seemed to pick up on something; she and my sister soon had me admitting I was tearful because of Brian.

In the New Year the twins would be staying with me for a few days. Zack was due back too.

We went shopping again, another humiliating experience. This time we went to a hardware shop. He waited outside as I stood with a list of things to buy. I handed it over to the guy behind the counter as instructed. His eyes scanned the list, and then he licked his lips. He grinned at the very embarrassed woman in front of him, with her eyes coated in thick black eye shadow. I stood trembling as he gathered the things together. 2 metres of chain, 2 padlocks, 3 metres of rope, a large dog collar and leash, one length of bamboo cane, and one broom handle cut to 6 inches in length.

"Does it have to be a broom handle? I mean we have some lengths of wooden rod?"

He looked up at my red face, and then his eyes just dropped to my cleavage, that was heaving and near to bursting out of my tight top.

"That would be, fine," I said almost obligation.

"How thick a size do you require?"

I wasn't sure I just wanted to run out of the shop. He took me to the back of the shop, and down four stairs, to look at the ends of all the wooden poles. I pointed to one that looked the same thickness as a broom handle. His eyes were watching me.

"What about that one there?"

He pulled out the rod he had mentioned. It looked twice the thickness of a normal broom handle. His hand seemed to stroke it in a very suggestive manner.

I nodded feeling my face flush even more.

"Yeah I thought that would be more suitable," he said, now revelling in my discomfort.

He looked back at the list. Then he looked into my eyes, it was like he wanted me to give him my full attention before he spoke again. He watched me swallow hard.

"We don't sell clothes pegs in pairs," he said, almost sneering at me now.

I climbed the four stairs, feeling his eyes on the backs of my seamed stockings. My black knee length skirt was so tight I almost had to go up sideways!

I waited as he came back with a pack of clothes pegs.

"They come in packs of 24. Still I reckon more could be useful somewhere else," he said suggestively, "so do you want a pack then?"

I jumped as he dropped them hard onto the counter. I nodded, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Yes please," I croaked.

"That's better. You know someone like you should have some manners."

I could feel my pussy dripping, "I'm sorry, yes, thank you."

He sniggered knowing full well what everything was intended for now.

"So that just leaves the engraving on the dog collar," he mumred with a grin.

I stood in the shop waiting for him to finish. My head was racing, and my mind full of thoughts about the hardware man. He came back polishing the metal tag on the collar. He handed it over to me, and I took it with trembling hands.

"So someone has a dog called, Slut?"

I handed over the money feeling my cheeks burning again. He walked me to the door and just held it closed for a moment.

"You know those pegs are going to hurt, and I'm sure your master can find somewhere else to put them."

I felt his hand squeeze my ass hard as I stumred out into the street. I half ran on the 4 inch heels to get away from his chuckling.

When we got home I felt relieved, Zack went on about how the man watched me.

"He has still got the note. I bet he's showing it to the others now."

I gulped just imagining the guy telling his workmates all about me.

"Well are we going to sort this stuff out or not?"

I knew the chain was going to be cut in two lengths. Zack was going to use them for securing his bike at home, and at work, with the two padlocks. The cane was for my rubber plant. The pegs I needed for the washing line, although I did try one on my nipple and it hurt like hell!

He went to the shed and drilled a hole in the wooden pole. When he came back he fed the rope through it and tied it to the seat of the chair.

"Zack what are you doing?"

I watched him plaster the pole in the gel we had bought awhile ago. He lifted my skirt and guided me back to the chair.

"No I can't Zack, I can't on that!"

"Just try it; I reckon it's a little thicker than me but not quite as long."

He held the pole and I lowered myself very gingerly onto it. I gasped and gripped his arm, and then moved slowly down. I winced and screwed my face up, until I had taken all the length into my pussy. At least the pole wasn't rigid on the chair, so I managed to get comfortable with it.

"You can get off if you want?"

I shook my head. My pussy was already streaming. Zack smiled at me.

"Now let's make it interesting."

I watched him wrap the rest of the rope high over my thighs and he tied it under the chair. I grinned a little, but then winced as he pulled the rope tighter.

"Right I'm going for a bath; I'll untie you when I come down, if you're lucky."

So there I was gently flexing my pussy on the pole, unable to move until Zack returned. I must admit it felt better than I had imagined. That was until the knock on the door. I went to untie the knot under the chair, but I couldn't move far enough without causing me discomfort. I yanked my skirt down covering my roped thighs as best as I could. At least I was half under the table.

I heard the front door shut and footsteps in the living room. I took a deep breath trying to compose myself.

"Hi mum, dad," I said, feeling the pole move a little.

"Are you alright dear you look a little flushed? Are you ill again Sylvia?" my mum asked.

"I'm fine, I think," I mumred

"Right I need the loo. Well just don't sit there dear put the kettle on," my mum said.

My eyes went to my stepman, and then back to my lady. She just looked at me mystified. I smiled weakly, but that soon dropped as Zack walked in. I closed my eyes wanting to sink under the table. Mum turned round.

"Zack, what are you doing running around in just your underpants!" she screeched.

I watched Zack cover the bulge in his pants with his hands, and he quickly backed away.

"Sylvia you really should tell him not to walk around like that. What would people think?"

Again I smiled weakly.

She huffed and went off to the loo. My eyes went to my stepman. He had a knowing grin on his face.

"You are going to have to be more careful Sylvia, now why don't you make some tea?"

I shook my head, "I can't get, up."

He frowned at me.

"I, I'm tied, to, to, the chair," I stammered.

His grin returned again. He walked over to me and looked behind the chair.

"I don't see any...."

I looked up into his eyes as they focused on my ruffled skirt. I just sat there as he slowly pulled it up. His smile widened when he saw the ropes over my thighs. Then he looked closer. I shuddered as he felt between my legs. He gripped the base of the pole and wriggled it. I winced and grabbed his hand away.

"Let me do it or I'll tell your lady something is going on," he whispered in my ear.

I winced and jumped a little as he moved the rod around. He kissed my ear and groaned slightly.

"Oh is my stepflower close to coming?" he chuckled.

"Please stop it, mum will be back soon," I said with a gulp.

He kissed my ear and carried on wriggling the wooden pole.

"You keep yourself shaved now then sexy?" he mumred, trailing his finger over my clit.

I whimpered and felt my juices gushing. I looked up at the eyes in the doorway. Zack watched my stepman groping between my legs. Yes he had his redy phone videoing everything again!

We heard the downstairs loo flush, and my stepman grabbed the pole and jerked it hard. I whimpered again as it moved deep inside of me. His lips covered my gaping mouth and his tongue found little resistance as it speared into me.

"I guess I had better make the tea," he said with a dirty chuckle.

I sat there takeing the tea and chatting with mum, after she had told Zack off again. All the time I was well aware of the pole deep inside of my pussy. My stepman managed to kick my chair twice causing me to wince. He just gave me a dirty leer from time to time. Zack seemed quite amused by my stepman's sly grins.

"Sylvia have you got stomach ache or something?" my mum asked.

I just smiled as best as I could. She seemed to be getting a little annoyed with my lack of conversation.

Finally they went to leave, after nearly an hour! My pussy felt as sore as hell and the wet patch on the wooden chair was getting bigger and bigger!

"Don't worry dear, silly of me really, is your period that painful?" she whispered in my ear.

I just nodded and grinned a little awkwardly again.

"Zack make your aunt a hot water bottle, and do keep your trousers on in future."

She looked back giving me a sympathetic grin, "you know you shouldn't sit on those uncomfortable chairs, I'm sure that can't be helping."

I nodded. If only she knew!

Zack untied me and slowly I extracted myself from the wooden pole. I didn't think my pussy was ever going to close up again. After tea (which Zack made) I had more or less returned to normal.

But now Zack had to punish me for the way my mum snapped at him. Well that's what he reckoned!

So there we were in the park, it was tipping down with rain. But at least it was pitch-black. He held the umbrella up over my head. And then he yanked on the leash that was secured to the collar around my neck. We had managed to walk undetected so far.

"Please Zack we have to go back to the house, I, I need to pee," I mumred.

He took me to the middle right out in the open.

"Look its dark as fuck, and my dog needs to be punished. Now squat down and pee here."

I shook my head; he yanked on the lead again. I was pretty sure I couldn't hold on until we got back home. I took a deep breath and crouched down. I just let go, and we both heard my pee splashing on the path.

"Look at me, look at me," he said a second time, as he tugged on the lead gently.

I looked up into his rain soaked face. He flicked the torch on and shone it in my eyes. It slowly left my face and he moved it to where I was peeing. I felt so incredibly humiliated, but at the same time, very turned on. My nephew had taken me for a walk like any dog owner would. He stood waiting for me to finish looking me in the eye.

I started to get up and he yanked on the lead, again it was gentle but enough to make me stumble.

"Where are we going Zack?"

He didn't answer; he just pulled me along until I kept up with him.

"Here look at this?"

He shone his torch on a tree trunk.

"P H loves G N," I said, reading the carved initials on the tree.

"That's Pete Hardwick and Miss Newark," he stated.

"Not the teacher that ran of with your schoolmate?" I asked.

"Yeah, I bet they fucked by this tree don't you? She always said she had a special place, a special tree where she went to think, and to fuck I expect," he said with a chuckle.

"Is that why you brought me here, to, to fuck me?"

I watched him smile at me, "Get on all fours like the slut you are, like the dog named slut,"

I slipped in the mud and gasped as he entered me from behind. My teeth bit into the leash that he had put in my mouth, I had to keep it there while he rammed into me. If I dropped it I would have to walk home naked!

He yanked back on my hips as he thrust forward. My long black hair fell over my face; it stayed there soaked with rain water.

"You like that slut?"

I grumred a 'yes' on the leash, which was still gripped tight between my teeth. I was panting hard through my nose feeling his thighs slap against mine. I climaxed all too soon; just having sex out in the open had my head buzzing. I just stayed there as Zack continued his frantic fucking. He jabbed harder, as I tried my best to stop slipping in the mud and soaked grass. Finally he shot hot spunk deep into me. He grunted and hissed squeezing every last drop out.

I was weak from holding myself up on my hands and knees. But I still held the leash in my mouth like Zack had wanted. I felt his fingers undo the collar and he took the leash from my mouth. I slowly got to my feet rubbing the wet mud from my knees. They felt cold and so did the palms of my hands. I rubbed my hair out of my eyes, Zack was gone!

I felt nervous and scared. I never really liked the dark at the best of times.

"Zack, Zack where are you?"

"Up here, look up,"

I squinted through the rain up into the tree. He was still climbing. He must have been 20 feet up already!

"Come down, you'll fall," I squealed.

The rain stung my eyes as he still carried on climbing.

"Please be careful?"

We went back to the tree the next day. High up hanging from one of the branches was the dog collar and leash.

"You shouldn't have climbed all that way," I mumred, and then sneezed.

"It's only about 30 feet or so. Still we have left our own mark on the tree. Come round the other side."

I followed him and read what he pointed at; I shook my head at the fresh engraving.

Fucked Sylvia here, 8/1/01.

He took my hand and led me away. I was still looking back at the tree over my shoulder.

I spent the next few days in bed, why the hell he didn't get a cold too was beyond me. He did look after me though, even if I did have to yell at him to turn his music down. I had other things on my mind too. In a couple of days my other nephews would be staying, as I returned to full health Zack started to tease me about it. The day before they arrived he was fucking me hard. I just clung to his body as he told me the twins would get what they wanted, or their lady was going to find a video in the post!

I felt nervous as hell, even with my sister there. She was with me for an hour or so, but as soon as my sister left the atmosphere changed. Zack took me up to my bedroom and told me what to put on. I stood trembling as he handcuffed my hands behind my back. He sucked my nipples in turn as he fingered me. My slight protests about how wrong this was just stopped. He helped me down the stairs and opened the door. I blushed and shook as the twins looked over my near naked body. It was bad enough that I stood there in red high heels, and hold up black stockings, but the clothes pegs on each nipple and the 6 or so that hung from my pussy lips, just made it worse! Now I know I said earlier I had tried the peg thing, and it hurt like hell, but Zack had done something to them so they didn't bite so much. The boys looked at my breasts; I cringed as Gordon twisted one of the pegs, watching my face for a reaction. He chuckled at the words Zack had put on my tits in red lipstick.

"Nephew's slut, sort of fitting for you isn't it?" Ricky said with a grin.

I winced as Zack flicked the pegs between my legs. I wanted to ask him to stop, but with my panties jammed in my mouth all I could manage was a grunt. The two 21 year olds just looked at my private places with lust filled expressions.

"You look very wet auntie," Ricky said, as they all grinned.

"Yeah we've got plans for you for the next few days," Gordon said, staring wickedly into my eyes.

Yes I was frightened but so aroused. My 3 nephews were going to use me as their sex slave whether I wanted it or not! Zack moved me towards the back door. He switched off the light and opened the door. He helped me down the step and took me down the garden path. I was grunting into the gag.

"You're lucky its dark, but it's a shame it is so cold. Still just ½ an hour out here tied to the gate." he whispered.

I was really struggling hard now. I twisted and turned away, which just amused him. When we got to the bottom of the garden my eyes opened wide as he opened the gate. I lent back against him, and started mumbling my protests into the gag.

"Oh did I forget to mention you'll be tied on the outside of the gate? Well you know the fun we had in the alley that time?"

I struggled harder and pushed back against him more powerfully.

"Now look it's just the same, the alley at the end of the gardens, and the garages just that back onto that. I mean just half an hour stood here, what are the chances of someone coming down the dark alley at midnight?"

I was shaking my head frantically.

"Oh I see what you mean; there isn't much chance of someone walking down here. So do you want me to cuff you to the front gate?"

My mind was all over the place now. I just wanted to stop this and get back indoors. I could feel the cold wind on my skin, and then the cold wooden panels of the gate as Zack held me against it. He fed the cuffs through the bar and cuffed me back against the gate. He pulled my panties from my mouth. I took a big gulp of cold air.

"Zack please don't do this, for god sake you can't be serious?"

"Well you could always call for help now," he mumred in my ear.

He began toying with the pegs pulling them and twisting them.

"Oh looks like you are out of luck auntie."

My eyes shot to the end of the alley. I could see the figure of a man coming up the alley. I pulled at the cuffs trying to get away before the man noticed me.

"Oh dear auntie looks like your first customer. Well I'd better be off, you don't want me spoiling your fun," he whispered.

I felt him flick a few of the pegs, and he backed away. My eyes turned to the figure about 80 yards away. He was walking with his head down. I just prayed he went into one of the back gardens before he noticed me. OK it was dark, but he would pass me and notice, the alley was only 5 feet wide! Still he didn't look up he just kept coming forward. He seemed to have a long coat with a hood. It was then I thought it must be one of the boys. I was still frightened, but who the hell would come down the alley at this time of night? My breathing slowed a little as I relaxed. I couldn't quite make out which of the boys it was, it was way too dark for that. The distance had halved now, the figure was walking incredibly slowly obviously this was designed to build the tension. I was just so relieved it was one of my nephews that I wanted to call to him to hurry up, so we could get in the warm. I opened my mouth to speak, just as he got to the gate of my next door neighbour. I watched the hand grab for the gate. I smiled about to let him know that wouldn't fool me, until he opened the gate and went in! I looked over my shoulder and could just make out Mr Williams as he took his hood off. I held my breath for god knows how long, I just watched wide eyed as he went slowly up his garden path. I was just in shock for the next few seconds. I jumped out of my skin as a hand grabbed my mouth, stopping me from screaming.

"Keep quiet in case he comes back out," Zack whispered in my ear.

I felt the cuffs slacken and I pulled my wrist away. I stared at Zack wanting to give him a right mouthful. A hand tapped my shoulder and I shrieked. I jumped into Zack's arms feeling pegs flying off my body.

"Ricky you redy cuckolds brownie!" I hissed.

"I couldn't get past him to warn you, he was going up the alley just as I turned the corner."

I felt Zack wrap a coat around me. I just flung it off and marched into the house, pulling the last of the pegs off as I went. I went straight up to bed and covered myself up. 10 minutes later the boys came in with a cup of coffee. They all apologised and left their rather miffed aunt alone.

I stood looking out of the kitchen window the next morning. I could see the coloured pegs in the distance where they had fallen the night before. I stubbed out my cigarette and continued cooking the breakfast. Mr Williams was a nice enough man, he reminded me of my husband in many ways. Sorry my ex-husband. In the early hours of the morning I had woken up feeling horny. I remembered the fantasy I had. It started drifting back into my mind.

I imagined Mr Williams taking me, as I was tied helpless to the gate; he was twisting the pegs on my nipples, as he fucked me hard and frantic. He would then walk away leaving his spunk trickling down my thighs. Next would be a group of young men taking a short cut home from the pub. They would have fun with me first, tormenting my pussy lips with the pegs, which Mr Williams had so thoughtfully replaced! My mouth would be passed around the group of guys, my nipples tormented and my ass fingered. I would have to hold onto the gate, and wrap my legs around the waist of the first man. He would get off quickly, only for another to take his place. Eventually they would all have fucked me and my pussy would be so sore, until the last man moved forward. Harvey would sneer down at me and climb on the gate. He would thrust his cock in my mouth making me gag. His mates would cheer and encourage him. By now lights would be going on. Footsteps could be heard, as angry neighbours came down to complain about the noise. Harvey would look down on me and smile, like the cat that had got the cream.

"So you didn't want another date bitch, but just you wait until I get back to the office and tell everyone," he said laughing so loud it would hurt my ears.

He would pull out and shoot nearly a gallon of spunk in my face and hair. I would stay there cuffed to the gate as the men left me dripping in spunk. Torches would shine in my face blinding me. Gasps and snide remarks would follow, until several of the men fucked me, unable to resist. Women would look on and hurl insults, but they wouldn't stop their husbands from fucking me. Eventually I'd be set free and a woman would turn a hose on me. The cheering and baying would start again. I imagined walking into the office the next day; the whole place would have pictures of me gagging on Harvey's cock all over the walls!

"Sylvia the toast is burning!"

I snapped out of my fantasy to see Zack ejecting the bread from the toaster. I left them to eat breakfast. I went out for a walk and ended up by the tree. My fingers drifted slowly over the engraving that Zack had made. I walked round to the other side. I gazed at the other engraving. I knew the teacher from Zack's mobile phone. I wondered what she looked like, and the boy Pete. Were they happy? What did the boy's lady and man think? What would anyone think of them, come to that what would anyone think of me? It was this last question that finally made up my mind, it seemed to somehow clear my head. I went back to the house determined to say my piece. All three of them sat there and I told them what I thought. One by one they apologised, even Zack. Back at work I threatened Harvey with sexual harassment; he never came near me again.

Zack moving out was still a shock. I came home from work and there was Zack loading his lady's car with his stuff.

"Zack is coming to live with me. How are you doing?"

"OK I guess," I mumred.

"Sylvia, Zack had told me some things that have, well shocked me. Quite frankly I'm a little disgusted with you; Zack told me how strict you were with him."

I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off. She moved closer to me.

"Do you still miss Brian?"

I thought it was a strange question; even so I nodded a little. I wanted to respond to her earlier remark but Zack was still loading the car.

"Ready darling?" she called to Zack.

She looked back at me.

"Do you want a cup of tea before you go?" I asked, hoping it would give us time to talk.

"No, I'm taking Zack to meet his Uncle Brian and Auntie Faye," she responded with an amused grin.

She just looked smiling at the humiliated woman in front of her. Tina knew full well what she had said hurt me, and she revelled in it!

A week later Stephanie phoned in tears, she had split up with Trevor for the last time. In April my stepman died, he never did get to fuck my ass. I began dating 6 months later, Mr Williams my neighbour.

"Sylvia, I have never mentioned this, but before we dated, I, I saw you once."

I looked at him as he reached down the side of the bed. He opened his hand and I saw two clothes pegs.

"You saw me tied to the, gate?" I gasped.

"I never said anything. I saw someone watching you, it was too dark to see who it was, and I figured you were both playing some, some game. I well, do you like that sort of, thing?"

I looked at the pegs again, still in shock that he had only brought this up now.

"Do you want to; I mean I've thought about it for a few months. I just never mentioned it until now because I wasn't sure if...."

"She's at it again!" my heart said, "can't you do anything?"

"I'm not in charge here, hey cunt can you cut it out?" my brain asked.

"Oh come on this is redy good fun," my dripping cunt replied.

Zack only fingered me for a few seconds, which was all it took to have me gasping to an earth shattering orgasm! He drove off somewhere and parked the car. All I could hear were the excited chatter of my nephews. We had stopped behind a derelict garage in quite a secluded place. I was still shaking and almost fainting with what had gone before. Before I knew it Zack had pulled me out of the car. It was dusk by now, and I just stood there praying he wasn't going to leave me to walk home.

"Right get into position guys," he said, looking into my eyes all the time.

I just stood horrified as they began to toss themselves off over my legs! The twins stood on my left and Zack and David on my right. I gasped and shuddered as one by one they coated my trembling legs in spunk! I looked down to see white trails dripping down my thighs, shins, and over my feet! The four of them backed away still panting and doing their trousers up.

"Wait that's not enough, give the poor woman some more."

I looked aghast at Rick.

"You know you're right Rick, get the stuff Dave," Zack said, with an evil grin.

I was made to close my eyes. At first it seemed like nothing was happening, but then I felt a wet sensation seeping through my dress onto each quaking breast! I gasped and jumped but I was quickly held. I felt more and more this time on my legs!

"What are you, doing?" my croaking voice asked.

"Shut up Auntie, or we'll get more," David hissed.

So there I stood in the chip shop. My dress and legs covered in a white mess that was still trickling where it wanted to go. White globs all over the blonde clad only in black. I just stood there with a red face as the guy served a couple. His eyes opened wide, as did the two women who just stared at me. I moved forward as the couple that had been served went to go out of the shop. They both looked me over shocked with what they saw. I took a deep breath as the guy behind the counter couldn't take his eyes off my white stained tits!

"Have, have you got, some serviettes, plea, please?" I stammered.

He still didn't move. He just trailed his eyes up to my face. Now he could see the white mess on my chin and nose. He still couldn't respond he just stood opened mouthed. I heard voices somewhere behind me; more customers had come into the shop. I knew why their conversation had ended so abruptly.

"Can I have some serviettes, please?" I repeated faintly.

He nodded finally and slowly handed me a handful of white serviettes.

"Could you put this, in, in your bin please?"

He looked down at my hand.

"My boyfriend was driving and had to slam, on the brakes, I, was eating yoghurt at the time."

His face relaxed a little as I hand him the yoghurt pot. Then he seemed to exhale as though he'd been waiting for a bomb to go off that didn't.

"Um sure," he mumred.

"Well she needs more napkins than that, you poor dear," the woman behind me said.

"Don't look so embarrassed we didn't really think it was.... well you know?" her friend whispered in my ear.

I grinned sheepishly and left, smelling the faint whiff of coconut yoghurt, which masked the smell of 4 loads of spunk on my tights. Whether any of them noticed a difference in colour I don't know, but the look on their faces at first was priceless!

The next few days I spent tied to the bed. My nephews came and went as they pleased. I had jaw ache, and a pain in my ass. But this time only Zack was allowed to use my pussy. I was only allowed up to use the loo and cook meals. This was all done with me naked. It's quite hard trying to cook when several pairs of hands are touching you up, but somehow I managed. The last night the boys wanted to see the football match. They turned it into a game. I spent 90 minutes on my knees sucking cocks. I moved from one to the other every time the ball went off the pitch. The only other rule was I had to swallow the spunk of whoever I was sucking when a goal happened. 3 goals to 1 in case you are wondering?

Tina.

I picked Zack up a few weeks later. Sylvia wanted me to go in for a cup of tea, but after what Zack had told me about her being strict with him, I didn't want to. I made a sarcastic comment about taking him to see his uncle, and his Auntie Faye. I hit the nerve I was looking for as she gulped and looked embarrassed. Serve the bitch right!

I took Zack into his new room. He looked shocked at the double bed. I opened the wardrobe and watched him; slowly he worked out why my clothes were in there, pushed to one side.

"Danny didn't like his job, we had an argument and he left when I wouldn't move back with him. We've split up for good. This is a new start for us Zack, nobody knows us here, and we could stay if you want? It would just be you and me again, together."

I could feel my hands shaking as I waited for him to respond. He walked to the other bedroom, I followed him and he turned back to me when he saw it was empty.

"Do you mean, you and me, we relax, together?" he asked, as his eyes went round the empty room again, and then back to me.

"For as long as you want, if that is what you want?" I said with a hard gulp.

He walked past me to the main bedroom. I followed him slowly giving him more time to think about it.

"This is a big step mum," he said softly.

"I know darling, if you want some time to think about it I understand."

"No this is a big step for you I mean. In front of people you'll be my mum, but when we're alone you'll be my slut!"

He walked up to me and ripped my blouse open. I gasped in shock as the thin material shredded. My braless boobs were now free for his eyes. I stood panting and waiting for whatever was going to happen next.

"You know I fucked Auntie Sylvia don't you mum?"

My mouth dropped open. I never thought it went that far. He held up his phone showing me his aunt getting fucked from behind.

"Do you want to take her place?"

I slipped my arms around his neck, still trying to come to terms with her seducing my mister just to get her kicks!

"I'll be better than her you know that darling?" I cooed as I kissed his neck.

He was all over me pinning me to the bed as he fucked me hard. I didn't get a chance to undress; Zack just ripped my clothes until he could get at what he wanted! We fucked in frenzy that night and then slept together. In the morning we had a slow loving fuck, which brought tears of joy to my eyes.

Over the next few weeks I got out of him the games she made him play. He said he was embarrassed by them, but he grew to like dominating her. To be honest I didn't think Sylvia had it in her to play such games. But then again I was fucking my mister so who am I to judge?

I had a few glasses of wine and waited for Zack to come home from work. I just hoped he would like what he saw. He smiled as he came into the bedroom; I had tied myself to the bed. I saw his eyes look over the things on the bed.

"Use what you want darling," I cooed.

He clipped 2 clothes pegs to my nipples and 10 to my pussy lips. I felt him push the vibrator into my wet cunt. I wasn't really sure about the custard but he used it anyway, trickling it over my quaking boobs, and then licking the trail it left. He would flick the pegs and twist or move the vibrator. Each time he did this I groaned and shook. I pulled at the ties on my wrists as he gave me such a wonderful orgasm.

3 weeks later I was walking down the high street in a tennis outfit. God the men that leered, and the whistles, had my pussy dripping like a tap!

I suppose going into the chip shop, with white yoghurt all over my black dress was a little over the top, but I eventually relented, and it did turn me on much to my surprise!

A few years later we are still together, but someday I know I'll have to give him up.

"You don't see Sylvia when you go to see your mates do you darling?" I mumred, and then continued to lick his stiffening cock.

He grinned down at me with a dirty leer.

"I only fuck blondes now Tina, horny blonde sluts like you. So is it right that Auntie Faye is pregnant?"

"Yeah, only I'm not sure how. I mean Brian couldn't get Sylvia pregnant, he can't have kids."

"She must have had it with someone else then," he said with a chuckle.

"I bet Brian's in a quandary. Zack she has never hit on you has she?"

"God no, I mean you don't think I had anything to do with her getting pregnant do you mum? I know I was up there with her a few months ago, but I'd never fuck her not when I've got the woman I want right here, no I'd never do that."

"No of course you wouldn't darling," I said smiling at him.

"Good, I'd never lie to you mum," he said with a grin, "I mean I know I had sex with Sylvia but that was her pestering me. I was young and innocent then, and a little stupid I guess. Still as long as you are happy that's all that matters."

I licked around the head of his cock, and then shuffled forward a little awkwardly.

I'd never forgive myself if I made her and Auntie Faye pregnant. What could be worse? Making that bitch Stephanie pregnant I suppose. No mum you are all I need. I love you."

"It's OK sweetie, and please don't keep mentioning them."

"Hey talking of making people pregnant, did you know Maria's having a baby?"

"No, I didn't. I haven't seen much of her lately; she seems to be out whenever I call. Still it's nice to have friendly neighbours isn't it Zack?"

I smiled as our baby kicked my stomach. I shuffled slightly getting my belly full of baby comfortable, another 2 months to go and I would be a lady again.

Zack held my hair as he began to thrust into my mouth.

"Yeah I only fuck hot blondes like you Tina," he hissed.

I swallowed all I could, but a trickle still ran out of the corner of my mouth.

I got off my knees and struggled back onto the bed. Zack wiped my face with a tissue. He went out of the room and came back 2 minutes later.

"I'll make you a take before I go."

"Zack do you have too, I mean I get jealous when you go out with girls. I know she's younger than me but she's Maria's flower. I don't want us falling out with them."

"Look mum we are only going to festival together, I'll be back in 3 days. Besides I promised her mum I'd look after her, she is only 18 after all."

"I haven't seen her man around for awhile either, not since we heard him shouting at Maria. I wish you had let me go and make sure she was OK. Hey I was sure Maria said he had the snip."

"You must be mistaken mum."

Zack went off to make my take with a smile on his face; god knows what he found so amusing, probably my big fat bump. He came back with my tea and then fetched Christine.

"Happy birthday sweetheart," I cooed at our two year old flower.

Sylvia.

Eventually things dried up between Zack and me, well it had to I suppose still he had left his mark on my life. James and I never married. I suppose it was never going to happen in view of the sexual side of our relationship. We still see each other from time to time; well he married my sister you see. I suppose I didn't really mind that much thinking back. Anyway I think he always had a soft spot for Stephanie.

Mum is still at a loss with her two flowers. But I think I have let her down the most, because I have 3 kids now and another on the way. It was all I really wanted I suppose, kids I mean. I think I'm quite a good mum, and although it is hard bringing them up alone I'm quite happy doing it. The triplets, now seemed to take up most of my time, and I've already decided on the name for my new baby, Kevin or Kathy!

So that is my story to a finish. I doubt you'll want to hear about nappy changing and teething troubles. Anyway I'm off to mum's house for my birthday with the 3 kids now, and the 7 month bump. Stephanie is coming down too, mum says Stephanie wants to see me, apparently she told mum this was one birthday I would never forget. I love surprises.

Stephanie.

I felt quite guilty about marrying James, but he told me he was never into Sylvia. He was more interested in me! James is kind and considerate and I've never really had that with Trevor. Besides as soon as guys I date know I've had 5 kids, they sort of vanish into thin air. I'm not stupid I know why, but James is well, not like that.

Now after having run off with Tina's husband all those years ago, mum was kind of ready to strangle me for a second time. Sylvia and James had split up and called the engagement off, before James and I made it known that we had started seeing each other. Well only 3weeks, but that isn't really the point here. OK he shagged me several times over the last couple of years, but I never intended stealing him from my sister. I remember one time we met up in London. He told Sylvia he was going to see his lady in Wales. Then another time he waited on the next railway station. James looked quite flushed. I could see he was hiding something and eventually I got it out of him. My little innocent sister had waved him off in her bikini! I mean she just stood on the station in just her little bikini; OK she's got the figure for it but fucking hell!

Come to think that was the same time I thought I saw Zack whiz past on the train going in the other direction, funny how you see things sometimes.

So to the point of my last offering, I just wanted to put things straight, my sister is not the sweet and innocent, or the hard done by permister you might think she is. She's the biggest bitch in the world, and I hate the fucking cow! Now I'll tell you why she has upset me so much.

James and I have been married just over a year. He once told me that she had been, 'doing things' with Zack. OK I know I have too I mean one of my kids is his. But that isn't the point. Now my darling bitch of a younger sister has been having fun with Zack, right under James's nose! Again I know I'm hardily one to talk, as James and I were fucking too. But just this week I was clearing out the boy's room. I came across this dusty video. So I put it in the machine....

"You fucked up little cow!" I shrieked.

"What's up Stephanie?" James called, as he came running into the room.

"Look at the fucking evil whore, look!"

"Jesus," James mumred.

He ejected the video and tried to calm me down. I was all for getting in the car and going to see the sick bitch. It was only James that stopped me; he wouldn't let me have the car keys!

I sat the boys down when they came in; through my tears I dished out orders that they were never to see my sister again. I turned on James after that, this was the time when he was seeing her.

"Did you know about this James? Boys get to your room, now!" I yelled.

"Um, look I, I, didn't, um," he whimpered.

"Oh you sick fucking bastard!"

Gradually he confessed to knowing a little of what was going on. I sat, and I listened, and I kept calm, and then I threw my cup at the perverted fucking weasel!

I ran upstairs and I threw his clothes out of the bedroom window. I can't remember all the names I called him, but I'm sure the neighbours can!

Sylvia had ruined everything; I started wondering if any of my boys had maned her kids! God the idea of it made me feel sick. I know my stepman was responsible for one of my kids, but this seemed to kick me harder in the stomach.

I sat stewing for the next two days, the boys steered clear of me for a while. They said sorry and everything, and seemed to take over tidying the house for me. While I sat there with my red boiling!

"I couldn't really blame them could I? I mean it was all her fucking fault, tied to the bed like some ******* victim. Oh but she wanted it, moaning and groaning like some lust crazed whore! Even Zack was there for fucks sake! Zack.....Zack, god she's having a fucking good laugh at all of us! Zelda, Adam, Carrie! Oh yes the next redy kid is going to start with a fucking K! Mum, are you still there?"

I hung up the phone.

Two days later I sat with my mum. She still couldn't believe it, I didn't want to tell her but I had to talk to someone.

"What are you going to do Stephanie?" mum asked, with tears in her eyes.

I pushed the video into the machine, and sat with my arms crossed.

Mum rushed to the door, I heard her talking to Sylvia, she ushered the kids into the kitchen.

"Mum, what's up?" Sylvia asked.

"Your sister is in there, go and speak to her."

"Hi sis what's up with mum?"

"Happy birthday Sylvia, you evil fucked up bitch!" I hissed.

I watched her face drop, as I pushed play on the remote control!

The End.

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Le retour de mon pote Guillaume à la maion ...


Guillaume avait passé une nuit à sauter ma femme, il y a un peu plus d'un an, chez moi, à la suite d'un streap-poker qui avait mal tourné, et j'avais laissé faire les choses, un peu dépassé par les
évènements et fasciné par la supériorité de mon meilleur copain et sa capacité à séduire ma femme sous mes yeux et à m'imposer sa volonté, sous mon propre toit.
Ce mec a toujours été un queutard sans scrupule, il est prêt à tout pour satisfaire sa bite ; moi je suis plutôt effacé, à coté de lui et au lit je n'ai jamais ét bien brillant ... Pourtant, je l'adore, c'est mon meilleur ami, et je sais qu'Hélène a passé une nuit géniale dans ses bras, et que lui ça lui a rendu service parce qu'il ne supporte pas de ne pas avoir une femme dans mister lit chaque nuit.

Avec les seins magnifiques d'Hélène (100 D, bien fermes), il avait été servi. Et je crois que ça l'avait excité de se taper une femme mariée, dans le lit conjugal. Moi j'en avais été quitte pour passer la nuit sur le canapé ... C'était quand même super humiliant, il faut bien le dire, et je n'en suis longtemps pas revenu moi-même de les avoir laissé faire !
Mais depuis plus d'un an, il avait super soft avec Hélène ; on s'est revus plusieurs fois, mais en présence de la femme de Guillaume. Il avait bien jeté quelques regards gourmands sur les seins d'Hélène à travers mister chemisier, mais rien de plus.

Un peu plus d'un an après avoir baisé Hélène dans notre lit, Guillaume m'a appelé, un soir, pour me dire qu'il revenait près de chez nous pour une formation de plusieurs jours, et pour savoir si on pouvait l'héberger de nouveau. A sa voix un peu ironique, je me suis dit que la situation l'amusait ; je lui ai répondu "bien sûr Guillaume ; bon, cette fois ... " et il a dit "t'inquiètes pas, Fabien !!". Je le connais, c'est un mec super honnête, même s'il ne resiste pas à une jolie fille ; sa réponse m'a rassuré, et un peu déçu à la fois, c'est difficile à expliquer. Il a ajouté "de toute façon, je viens avec Marc, un collègue, donc tu vois je serai sage avec Hélène ; on iras en boîte, tu veux bien, comme ça on pourra pécho des meufs ?" et moi j'ai ajouté "t'exagère, ta femme t'adore et elle est super jolie ...".

Je suis allé les chercher à la gare, une semaine plus tard, c'était un mardi. Guillaume était toujours aussi beau gosse, souriant, sympa, sûr de lui, les épaules carrées. Son pote Marc était plus discret, grand mec châtain clair, sportif, un peu prétentieux, à voir. Dans la voiture, Marc a sourit quand j'ai dit bêtement qu'Hélène serait ravie de revoir Guillaume ; j'en ai conclus que Guillaume s'était vanté d'avoir sauté ma femme, devant ce gars. Il est vraiment incorrigible. On est arrivés à la maimister, Hélène a fait la bise à ces deux mecs, elle semblait un peu émue de revoir Guillaume chez nous, mais c'était correct. Elle portait une petite jupe bleue, courte, et un chemisier blanc qui mettait en valeur ses énormes seins. Guillaume portait un jean et un tee-shirt blanc, et Marc un pantalon beige et une chemise blanche. Le repas a été sympa, même si leurs regards accrochaient souvent le chemisier de ma femme, mais c'est normal et j'ai l'habitude.
Pendant le dîner, je suis allé cherche du vin ; Guillaume m'a rejoint à la cuisine pour m'aider à choisir, et j'en ai profité pour lui parler un peu : "Guillaume, t'es sûr que tu vas arriver à te tenir, je te connais, Hélène te fais bander ..." en disant ça j'essayais à la fois de me rassurer, et peut-être de le tenter un peu. Il m'a répondu "c'est clair, elle me fait trop bander, et je suis sûr que si je lui propose d'aller la tirer en levrette dans les chiottes, elle sera d'accord ! franchement, je lui enlèves sa culotte quand je veux ..." et devant mon air abattu, il a ajouté "t'inquète, on va aller chercher des filles en boîtes, je vais sauter une jolie nana, je toucherai pas à ta femme pour ce soir" et comme j'ajoutais d'un air misérable "bon, t'es sûr alors ?" il a ajouté, en empoignant sa queue énorme et déjà raide à travers mister jean "putain, tu peux dire que je suis un vrai pote, parce que vu comme je bande, là je suis bien sympa de me faire chier à aller draguer en boîte alors que cette bombasse mouille juste à côté de moi, avec ses gros nibards ...". Juste à ce moment-là, Hélène est entrée dans la cuisine et a vu la main de Guillaume qui empoignait sa grosse queue à travers le jean, elle s'est approchée et nous a dit "alors les garçons, on ne fait pas de bêtises ?" et Guillaume a répondu "non non, on va vite aller en boîte, ok ?" et comme Hélène ressortait en souriant, Guillaume s'est approché de moi et m'a fait la bise sur la joue et m'a soufflé à l'oreille "t'as de la chance que je t'aime, toi !". Je suis resté sans réaction, pendant que lui s'éloignait en souriant.

Après le dîner, comme convenu, on est partis tous les quatre en boîte. En boite, Guillaume est parti tout de suite en chasse. Il avait besoin de tirer mister coup, ça se voyait ! Son pantalon faisait une grosse bosse dès qu'il dansait avec une fille ; je me rappelais ma surprise devant la taille incroyable de mister érection, lors du streap-tease qu'on avait fait un an plus tôt. Hélène et moi on dansait un peu, mais Hélène surveillait discrètement Guillaume du coin de l'oeuil, comme si elle était jalouse des filles qu'il draguait. C'était super vexant pour moi. Marc aussi draguait des filles, plus discrètement. Au bout d'un moment, il devait être une heure du mat', Hélène et moi on est allés s'assoir pour boire un verre, et Guillaume nous a rejoint avec une jolie blonde qu'il tenait par la main ; elle avait 20 ans au maximum, et une magnifique paire de seins sous mister tee-shirt ; elle s'appelait Sophie et semblait super émoustillée par mon pote. Ils ont commencé à se rouler des pelles sur le canapé, pendant qu'Hélène et moi on regardait ailleurs ; il passait ses mains sous sa jupe, ça risuait de dégénérer. Marc nous a rejoint un moment après, il avait eu plus de mal à trouver une fille, mais il est arrivé avec une jolie brune, Marie, 25 ans environ. On a alors décidé de rentrer, les deux conquêtes de mes invités étaient apparemment au courant qu'on rentrait chez nous.

Arrivés à la maimister, Guillaume, avec mister pantalon complètement déformé par sa queue en érection, s'est dirigé avec Sophie vers le bureau qu'on lui avait réservé (j'avais acheté un clic-clac récemment), en nous disant à peine bonsoir. Marc nous a fait un petit sourire, il a dit "bon, ben ... bonne nuit ..." et il a conduit Marie dans le salon, on lui avait laissé le canapé-lit. Hélène et moi nous nous sommes regardés, Hélène a regardé ailleurs, et on est allés dans notre chambre. A peine couchés, on a commencé à entendre, de l'autre côté de la cloimister, les gémissements de la jolie Sophie ; Guillaume apparemment lui avait déjà enfilé sa queue !!! ce mec est une brute ... le clic-clac grinçait super fort à cause de leurs mouvements. Hélène s'est mise à soupirer, et j'ai pris ses soupirs comme des reproches qu'elle m'adressait ; mais je ne me sentais pas du tout en état d'essayer de lui faire l'amour, sachant que je n'atteindrais pas la dixième de la performance de Guillaume. On n'entendais pas Marc faire l'amour à sa conquête, le salon étant plus éloigné ; mais bon, c'était clair qu'il était en train de se la taper aussi.

Même si Hélène ne me trompait pas cette nuit, je me sentais nul, une fois de plus, complètement inférieur à ces gars qui pensent avec leur bite et qui ne perdent pas une occasion de sauter le maximum de filles. Guillaume est marié, il a des enfants, et pourtant dès qu'il part en formation quelques jours, il se débrouille pour enfiler une superbe blonde comme cette Sophie ! Quand a Marc, il m'avait dit aussi qu'il a une copine, et ça ne l'empêchait pas de sauter cette petite brune sur mon canapé. Et moi, marié avec une superbe salope dont la paire de seins affole tous les mâles qui la voient, je me préparais à passer une fois de plus une nuit complètement chaste, pendant que ma femme était jalouse des filles qui se faisaient ramoner par ces deux beaux gosses dans les pièces d'à côté. Enfin, pour me consoler je pouvais me dire que cette nuit je ne serais pas cocu, pour une fois.

Au bout d'un moment, crevé, je me suis endormi, à côté d'Hélène. Je ne sais pas pourquoi je me suis réveillé très peu de temps après, en pleine nuit, mais j'ai senti tout de suite qu'Hélène n'étais plus là. Je ne me suis pas inquiété, puisque les deux queutards que nous hébergions avaient chacun une fille dans leur lit. Au bout d'un moment, je me suis quand même levé, ne voyant pas Hélène revenir. Je me suis approché de la porte du bureau où j'entendais Guillaume qui continuait de ramoner cette salope de Sophie, pour me rincer un peu l'oeuil. Franchement, j'ai halluciné en voyant ce que j'ai vu par la porte entre-ouverte. Guillaume était assis sur le clic-clac, nu, mister énorme queue en érection bien sûr ; sa bite est aussi large que longue, mon pote est vraiment monté comme un âne, il a de la chance. De chaque côté, il avait une meuf à poil, toutes les deux à genoux sur le clic-clac.
Sophie à sa gauche et ma femme à sa droite. Toutes les deux souriaient, et lui tendaient leurs gros seins, et Guillaume léchait alternativement les seins de Sophie et ceux d'Hélène. Sophie lui caressait les cheveux, et Hélène masturbait lentement mister gros membre. Lui avait une main sur le cul de ma femme, et une sur le cul de Sophie, et il les caressait doucement.

Ce salaud se retrouvait avec deux énormes paires de seins de chaque côté de mister visage, et je me suis surpris à me dire que je n'arrivais pas à savoir laquelle des deux avait les plus gros seins. Et en plus il leur passait la main sur le cul, comme s'il était le maître de deux pouliches ! Son visage iradiait la satisfaction du mâle au top de sa puissance. De temps en temps, je voyais ses doigts glisser entre les fesses et descendre jusqu'à la fente des deux femmes qu'il tenait entre ses bras.

Puis Guillaume, de sa belle voix grave, a dit soudain en souriant tendrement "allez les filles, vous me sucez la bite, toutes les deux en même temps ?". Sophie, qui apparemment était une belle salope, est tout de suite descendue du clic-clac pour s'agenouiller devant la queue de Guillaume ; Hélène a juste un peu protesté en disant "t'exagères, Guillaume ...", et lui a approché ses lèvres de celles de ma femme, lui a roulé une pelle très tendre et langoureuse, pendant que Sophie commençait à promener sa langue sur la bite de mon pote. Quand la langue et celle de ma femme se mistert séparées, Guillaume luia murumuré "allez, Hélène, t'en as autant envie que moi ... je t'adore, fais moi du bien ..." et Hélène a alors rejoint docilement Sophie entre les cuisses de Guillaume ; lui s'est appuyé sur ses coudes, écartant les cuisses, pour laisser les deux filles le sucer confortablement. J'ai donc vu sa grosse queue passer d'une bouche à une autre, et je voyais mister visage à lui, ses yeux fermés, sa langue qu'il passait sur ses lèvres, visiblement il prenait un pied incroyable. A certains moments, sa queue était dans la bouche de ma femme, et Sophie passait sa langue sur ses couilles, ou sur la base de sa bite. De temps en temps il les encourageait en murmurant "mhhh ... vous sucez bien, salopes ... encore ...", "allez-y, pompez moi bien la bite, toutes les deux ..." et il rejetait sa tête en arrière, ou alors au contraire il baissait les yeux pour regarder ces deux filles avaler sa bite ; le spectacle avait l'air de lui plaire !!! quel salaud ce mec, je n'en reviens toujours pas.

J'ai trouvé que cette fellation durait super longtemps ; Guillaume devait sans doute se retenir pour ne pas éjaculer dans la bouche d'une de ces deux femmes. Au bout d'un moment, j'ai vu Sophie, tout en léchant la queue de Guillaume, le regarder d'une façon qui laissait entendre de quoi elle avait envie. Elle s'est relevée, et s'est installée, couchée sur le dos avec les cuisses relevées et écartées, à côté de mon pote, pendant que ma femme se déchainait sur sa bite en poussant des gémissements. Sophie était couchée à gauche de Guillaume, et elle se caressait ses énormes seins.

Pendant qu'Hélène continuait de le pomper en lui caressant les burnes, il s'est mis à doigter Sophie, qui apparemment avait la chatte trempée. Sophie a alors dit "viens, j'ai envie de te sentir en moi ..." et il a poussé légèrement la tête d'Hélène pour sortir sa grosse bite de sa bouche. Il s'est allongé sur Sophie, en lui disant "j'vais te ramoner, ma belle". A côté, Hélène avait l'air furieuse et humiliée, elle aussi avait envie de se faire enfiler par la queue de mon pote. En quelques instants, Guillaume avait pénétré Sophie, qui s'est mise à gémir comme une vraie chienne, en lui caressant ses épaules musclées et mister dos, jusqu'à ses fesses. Guillaume gémissait aussi comme un bon salaud qui ramone.

Visiblement, les deux filles étaient devenues rivales, et Sophie tenait la corde. Il faut dire qu'elle avait l'attrait de la nouveaut, alors que Guillaume avait déjà baisé Hélène. Il était conscient de cette rivalité, j'en suis sûr, et il en jouait, en faisant comme s'il avait oublié l'existence de ma femme, nue et en chaleur, à côté. Hélène s'est rapprochée et a commencé à essayer d'embrasser les lèvres de Guillaume pendant qu'il faisait l'amour à Sophie. Ce salaud lui a alors dit "non, une seule à la fois ..." et devant la mine déconfite de ma femme, il a ajouté "ou alors, ok, je vous baise toutes les deux, mais d'abord tu lèches les nibards de Sophie". Après un instant d'hésitation, Hélène s'est penchée et a commencé à lécher conscienseusement les gros seins de Sophie, avec sa langue complètement sortie de sa bouche. Guillaume, tout en continuant à ramoner la chatte de Sophie, s'est relevé sur les coudes pour mieux profiter du spectacle qui s'offrait à lui. Il se mordait les lèvres, très excité par tout ça. Le clic-clac grinçait à chaque coup de rein de mon pote entre les cuisses de Sophie. L'excitation montait encore, et soudaint il a dit, très fort, à ma femme "allez salope, fais lui lécher ta chatte !!". Hélène s'est exécutée, est montée sur le clic-clac, les cuisses de chaque côté du visage de Sophie, et Sophie, entraînée aussi par l'excitation, s'est mise à lécher la fente de me femme, sous le regard de Guillaume, qui a approché sa bouche aussi et s'est mis à lécher le cul d'Hélène, en continuant a démonter le vagin de Sophie.

Tout ca a continué un moment, sans aucun mot désormais. Je restais derrière la porté, téténisé, à la fois éperdu d'admiration pour ce mec, et fou de rage et de honte. Au bout d'un moment, après plusieurs moments ou les cris des deux filles devenaient tantôt plus aigus, tantôt plus rauques, Guillaume s'est mis à éjaculer dans le vagin de Sophie. Il s'est retiré, et les deux meufs se mistert arrêté de se lécher, docilement : leur homme avait joui, elles avaient fait leur boulot ! Sophie s'est allongée seule, un peu plus loin sur le clic-clac, un beau sourire au lèvre, et elle a dit "qu'est-ce que tu fais bien l'amour ...". Guillaume n'a pas répondu, il s'est allongé sur le dos, et Hélène, qui a de la suite dans les idées, est venue e blottir dans ses bras, en collant ses gros seins mistertre lui. Après lui avoir laissé quelques minutes de repos, elle a commencé à lui murmuré des trucs à l'oreille, en lui caressant la queue. Ce mec est vraiment un pilonneur : sa bite s'est remise à durcir immédiatement, et en quelques minutes de caresses, elle était redevenur énorme et hyper rigide !! Sans se poser plus de question, Guillaume est alors repassé sur Hélène, il s'est installé entre ses cuisses, et il l'a pénétrée, comme si c'était parfaitement normal. Hélène s'est mise à gémir, évidemment, pendant que Guillaume se remettait à pilonner dans sa chatte, en lui caressant les cuisses et les seins. De temps en temps, il échangeait des sourires avec Sophie, qui les regardait faire l'amour.

Craignant que Sophie me remarque dans l'entrebaillement de la porte, je me suis reculé et j'ai alors heurté Marc, en caleçon, qui était arrivé par derrière, sans faire de bruit. Je me suis dirigé vers la cuisine, et Marc m'a suivi. Arrivés dans la cuisine, je me sui servi un verre d'eau, pour hémerger de ce cauchemard. Marc M'a dit "putain, ce mec c'est vraiment un serial-baiseur ! il ramène une fille pour la baiser et ça lui suffit pas, il se tape ta femme en même temps !!! j'aurais bien aimé faire la même chose ...". Et il a ajouté "t'as vu les deux paires de nibards !! énooormes !!!!!". Moi je ne répondais rien, ne voyant pas quoi dire. Il continuait à se marrer tout seul : "moi j'ai bien baisé Marie, c'est bon, j'suis soulagé là, mais Guillaume c'est vraiment le meilleur ... quel porc de type ... tu trouves pas ? t'es pas mort de honte, là ? t'as la rage d'être cocu ?".
Je ne répondais toujours pas, buvant mon verre d'eau à petites gorgées.
Marc a ajouté "bon ben moi je sais ce que je vais faire demain ..." et devant mon regard interrogatif : "je vais aller mettre ma bite entre les cuisses de ta femme, c'est clair, elle me fait bander, tu verras ! T'as rien contre, non ?".

J'ai choisi de ne pas répondre, et de retourner me coucher. Pendant toute la nuit, j'ai entendu des gémissements, des murmures, le clic-clac grincer dans le bureau occupé par Guillaume avec Sophie et ma femme. Hélène n'est pas revenue de la nuit. J'ai dormi par intermitence, en me réveillant toutes les demi-heures environ, et j'ai fini par plonger dans le sommeil vers 7 heures du matin.

Quand je me suis réveillé, j'ai entendu Marc dire au revoir à Marie et la porte de fermer, puis Marc venir dans le bureau en passant devant ma chambre. Je me suis levé et je l'ai rejoins : Marc était debout en caleçon et Guillaume, nu, était assis dans le clic-clac, entre ses deux conquêtes qui dormaient nues, le drap tombé par terre. Marc venait de commencer à lui faire des compliments sur ses talents de séducteur, en rigolant grassement. Il s'est à pein retourné quand je suis arrivé. Tout en parlant, Marc caressait du regard les croupes des filles qui dormaient, et sur leurs gros seins. Guillaume avait l'air très à l'aise, et de trouver tout cela normal, il était presque un peu blasé ... Ils se parlaient tous les deux, comme si je n'existais pas.

Marc disait à Guillaume "allez, donne des détails, les deux à la fois, ou l'une après l'autre ? t'es passé d'une chatte à une autre ?". Guillaume donnait des détails : "ouais, ben des fois l'une après l'autre, et des fois les deux en même temps, ouais ...". Marc : "t'as de la chance, elle ont des seins nibards !", et Guillaume "ouais, Hélène c'est 100 D, et Sophie autant à mon avis, regardes ..." et les deux mecs posaient leurs regards en même temps sur les seins de Sophie, toujours endormie, très belle.
Marc demandait "c'est laquelle sui suce le mieux ?", et là Guillaume s'est tourné vers Hélène, endormie, et lui a caressé les fesses, en souriant. Tout était dit.
Ils mistert restés tous les deux 5 jours au total, chez nous ; ça a été un cauchemard pour moi, mais un paradis pour eux deux.

Coucou, je suis dans cette entreprise depuis 5 ans et je me rends compte comment je fantasme sur ma patronne, elle s\'appelle Sylvie, 47 ans, 1m68, une 50 aine de kilos je pense, quelques bourrelets aux hanches, et des seins, je pense de 85 b, je l\'imagine dans cette situation .......
Elle va pour fermer mister bureau quand tout à coup, elle entend un bruit de fracas, elle se précipite de suite dehors et voit mister monospace embouti par un camion, avec à mister bord trois jeunes hommes pas très catholiques, il est 19 heures, en pleine hiver et il fait froid, elle porte une parka, sweet-shirt, soutien-gorge, jean, culotte, et bottines, elle s\'avance vers le chauffeur et lui crie mister énervement, le chauffeur lui fait comprendre avec une arme de vite se taire ...
\" Écoute-moi vieille pute, tu vas vite te taire, et nous suivre d\'accord!!!!!!!!
\" Oui promis, ne me faite pas de mal !!!!!!!\"
Un des gars la prend par les cheveux mi long bouclés et la fait monter à l\'arrière du camion et se dirige vers un hangar abandonné ; et ensuite, elle se retrouve attachée à un poteau, ses fringues mistert vite découpées aux ciseaux, ils se rendent compte quelle a quelques bourrelets aux hanches et des petits seins en forme de poire, ils se mettent à siffler et disent qu\'ils vont s\'amuser .....
ils se mettent à la fouetter, à lui cracher dessus, et d\'un coup, ils la détachent et la mettent à quatre pattes, ils la sodomisent, lui défoncent la chatte, et elle se retrouve à sucer des bites énormes et aveuglée de sperme gluant, et épais, humiliée comme jamais et ensuite se retrouve laissé abandonnée nue, pleine de sperme, les gars partent avec mister sac à main et la laissent abandonnée telle une chienne en chaleur.

1 semaine était passé après ce viol dont elle était la seule victime et bien peur des représailles , elle n'osait pas portée plainte , elle était là , seule devant sa télé , il est 21 heures quand tout un coup , elle entend un fracas dans mister jardin , un imposant tout terrain vient d'explosé mister portail, il faut dire que sa maimister est seule , pas de voisin a proximité mais a ce moment là , loin de l'idée a Sylvie quelle allez vivre une nuit très très longue !!!!
les 4 occupants descendent et sifflent et hurlent
" chérie , on est la , on viens de rentrez du travail !!!!! , on a envie de réconfort , ouvre nous , ou on va être très méchant !!!! "

Sylvie , apeuré ne sait quoi faire , elle se trouve là , habillée d'un t-shirt et bas de pyjama beige , une culotte dessous , des chaussettes ,la peur au ventre , elle leur fait signe de rentrer , les 4 occupants se mettent a occupé les lieux en la tirant par les cheveux ......

" Haillllllle !!! pitié prenez ce que vous voulez laissez moi !!!!" hurlez Sylvie

" ma pauvre chérie , la dernière fois , on été resté sur notre faim , la on va plus peaufiner l'amour qu'on a pour toi !!!!! "
Sylvie fut jeté au sol de sa chambre !!

" allez , on veut une pute , une bonne vieille pute , allez habille toi , " lui hurle le chez du groupe "
un des garde prit le plaisir de tout lui arrachez ce quelle portait, ensuite

Sylvie fut contrainte a enfilez une paire de bas , une petite culotte noire dentelle avec le soutien gorge assortie , une nuisette transparente et des talons.

Elle dut se maquillée comme une vulgaire trainée , rouge à lèvre a outrance , fard à paupières , mascara , et même l'ultime trait noir qu'elle devait mettre sur le contour de ses lèvres , pour faire ressortir ses lèvres rouge vif , les cheveux brossées et parfumée , elle redescendit dans le salon ou les trois autres buvait et mangeait ce quelle avait dans mister frigo et mister bar , elle se tenait debout , offerte à la vu des autres , mister cauchemar allait commencer !!

Elle commençait par sucer a genoux les 4 gars , elle était au centre , les 4 gars l'entourait,
" tu aime ça la vieille hein , hummm plus profond , ouiiii"

" arggggg , " gémissait Sylvie , mister rouge à lèvre bavait.

Il la tiennent par les cheveux , un des gars lui arrache un peu le haut de sa nuisette et sortit ses seins du bonnet ,


et la , un des gars lui fait une bonne grosse éjac facial ,énorme , il lui en mit plein mister visage ,

un autre , gicle , entre ses seins , les deux autres surexcités la pousse violemment sur le canapé , un des gars s'allonge , la bite bien dure , l'autre s'occupe d'arracher sa culotte , est Sylvie fut contrainte de s'empaler sur cette queue dure , et le quatrième l'encule a sec !!!

" tu aime ça vieille pute , on est bien chez toi dans tout les sens du termes "

" oui , j'aime ça , vous me faite peur !!"

au bout de 20 minutes , l'un éjacula dans sa chatte , bien au fond et l'autre bien au fond de mister anus ,il se retirent , s'essuie avec ce qu'il ont sous la main , ses cheveu entre autre , et lui balancèrent ,
" la chérie , c'était la mise en forme , maintenant , tu va devenir très docile ...."

la nuit s'annonçait effectivement très longues!!!!!!!

Trois bonnes histoires, merci...

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Allen's New Apartment


Allen Stanton was tired with apartment hunting. He had been at it all day and was getting a bit weary of looking at potential lodgings. However, he also needed to find an apartment so he could begin his new job without the hassle of working all day long and hunting for an apartment after work. The ad he was holding stated there was a single bedroom apartment with a kitchen, breakfast nook and a large living room. The rent was not shown, but he found the address and climbed the steps of the elegant old brownstone to ring the bell. A woman answered the door and when he told her that he wanted to see the apartment, she let him in. She was in her early forties, he judged, looked very nice with an average body and ample breasts. She was dressed in an old housedress, wore old looking slippers, her hair was combed, but not very stylishly and she wore no makeup. He couldn't tell if she was shapely or not as the loose housedress hid everything except the ample breasts. Introducing herself, she said her name was Mrs. Inga Mueller. Entering the sitting room of the still elegant brownstone she introduced Allen to her husband Karl. He was tall, in his late forties or early fifties, well proportioned with a pleasant smile and a strong handshake.

"Well," said Allen, "it's nice meeting you. May I see the apartment, please?"

"Of course," Mrs. Mueller replied, "please follow me up the stairs." Allen could see that this brownstone used to be a very fashionable turn of the century mansion that had been remodeled to create an apartment in part of the home. He followed Mrs. Mueller up the stairs remarking that the home was beautifully appointed. "Yes, my grandman built it in 1899 and my family have lived here ever since," she told him as the reached the third floor. She unlocked the door and they entered a spacious living room, very well furnished, clean and fully carpeted. The kitchen was large with a range, oven, dishwasher, and refrigerator. Allen was very impressed with the furniture in both the living room and kitchen as well.

They entered the large bedroom furnished with a king size bed with short bedposts at both the head and footboards. There were large closets, dressers, wardrobes, several stuffed chairs and a desk. Both the living room and bedroom had televisions and telephones. The bathroom was also larger than most apartment bathrooms he had seen with an entrance from the bedroom and another from the kitchen. Everything seemed perfect all Allen had to do was move in if the price was right. He asked the Mueller's about the rent and was amazed that it was extremely reamisterable. Without any haggling, Allen said he wanted the apartment and was ready to sign a lease.

"Oh, that won't be necessary," Karl said to him, "a handshake is fine with us, but we would like a weeks notice if you decide to leave." Allen was astonished at how reamisterable they were and what nice people they seemed to be.

"Oh Mr. Stanton," Inga said, " the rent also includes breakfast and supper on weekdays and lunch too on weekends."

"But I have my own kitchen," Allen replied, "I expected to fix my meals myself."

"Of, course, but you're welcome to join us if you like," Mrs. Mueller told him. "I usually cook enough for three, but it's your decision," she concluded smiling. "When will you move in?"

"Well, everything I own is in my car, so I can move in right now, if that's all right."

"Yes, yes," Karl said, "I'll help you carry your things up to your apartment, Mr. Stanton.

"Please, call me Allen."

"Only if you agree to call us Inga and Karl," Karl replied with a smile. They all agreed and the two men went to Allen's car to fetch his belongings. Soon, Allen was placing his things away and examining his rooms. He was enthralled by the quality of workmanship in the old brownstone mansion, as he looked at all the hand carvings on doors, around windows and on the furniture. Allen was very satisfied with his lodgings and settled in comfortably. He was watching TV when there was a knock at his door. It was Inga.

"Mr. Stan...I mean Allen, if you're hungry I have cooked a large pot roast. If you want to join us for supper, we'll be eating in about ten minutes," Inga told him.

"Yes, Inga, I would like that very much. I'll wash up and be down in time to join you and Karl," he replied. Inga smiled and left. Allen was pleased that she had asked him to supper as he had not eaten since lunchtime and this would also be a good time to get to know his landlord and lady a bit better. He washed and went down to the dining room. Karl was seated at the head of the table and Inga at the opposite end. His plate was set to the right of Karl and Allen took his seat. A lovely young woman, in a maids' uniform, entered carrying plates of beef roast, mashed potatoes and carrots. She appeared to be in her early twenties, was very good looking with a lovely body hugged close by her uniform. He didn't get a good look at her breasts as they were partially hidden by the plates she carried, but what little he saw was appealing. "Allen, this is Helga, our maid, cook and housekeeper. Helga, this is Allen, our new boarder in the apartment," Inga explained.

"Nice to meet you, sir," Helga said as she poured them each a glass of Chardonnay. "Inga didn't mention that she does as much, cleaning, cooking and housekeeping as I do," she added. Karl explained that both women worked hard at making the house and living here as pleasant as possible. He went on to tell Allen that Helga usually lived in with them, but she was going to visit her sister for about three weeks, leaving in the morning. He added that he and Inga would be completely lost without her. "Oh, Karl, you know that's not so," Helga said, with a grin, "Inga does things much better that I do and you know that." They chuckled at Helga's response and began to eat. Helga joined them, sitting opposite Allen.

The dinner conversation dealt mostly with the history of the house and Inga and Karl's background. Karl was a retired Physician and Surgeon, with an ample financial portfolio that served he and Inga extremely well. The apartment was not let for the money, but to have some additional people living there with them. Inga's history was as a teacher in the local high school. She met and married Karl when she was just twenty-two. They had no youngren and had lived at this house their entire married life, Inga for all her life as she had been born there.

"I guess I should tell you of one of the wonderful added benefits of your apartment, Allen," Karl confessed. Allen smiled and was all ears, not knowing what to expect. "Previous occupants have told us that they dreamed many dreams while living there. Even those who said they rarely dreamed when they slept encountered dreams nearly every night," Karl told him. "I have slept there myself and I too dreamed some marvelous dreams," he added, "I can't explain it, but it seems to work."

"Well," Allen replied, "I could use some pleasant dreams from time to time." They laughed in good humor and completed their meal. Helga hurried to clean the table and kitchen then called a taxi to go to the airport. The three of them moved into the elegant living room to finish their wine and continue their conversation. Both Inga and Karl were very pleased that Allen did not smoke at all nor take very much. Finally, the Mueller's decided to retire and rose to go to their bedroom. Allen too, decided that he would retire and climbed the grand staircase to the second floor behind them. As he turned to climb the stairs to his third floor apartment he noticed a large, full length, mirror at the bottom of the stairway to his apartment. He bid his landlords goodnight and went to his rooms.

Allen decided to shower and stripped naked to enter the shower. On the second floor, Karl turned on the TV to see a color picture of Allen, as he was about to enter the shower. "Come, Inga, see our new boarder," Karl called to Inga. Inga, naked, sat down next to her naked husband to watch Allen. "He is well endowed, eh Inga?" Karl observed.

"Yes, darling, he is. Not as well as you, but about seven inches when hard, perhaps more, I would suspect," said Inga, "But, we must do something about all that unsightly hair around his cock and balls, Karl," she added.

"I know, my love, we shall deal with it soon. He is not hairy on his chest or ass, though. I prefer them like that too," Karl said as he watched. Inga reached over to stroke Karl's cock as they watched Allen shower. She rubbed her clit as Karl's huge cock swelled to a full eight inches. She drew his ample foreskin back and bent down to lick the thick clear drop of pre-cum seeping from his cockhole. "Look, look, Inga," Karl alerted her, "he's reaching for the towels." Allen pulled a towel from the linen closet and an English version of a European erotic magazine fell to the floor. He picked it up and quickly leafed through a few pages. It showed photos of men and women engaged in various sexual positions and perversions.

Allen dried himself and sat down on the toilet seat to look more closely at the magazine. As he turned the pages he became more and more aroused. His cock swelled to just over seven inches and became very thick as well. He had a full foreskin, which hid his cockhead from view as he read the magazine. Allen began to read an erotic story and his cock stiffened even more. He got up and locked the bathroom door and resumed reading. He pulled his foreskin back revealing a huge purplish cockhead, profusely oozing thick clear pre-cum. Allen scooped up the pre-cum with his finger and licked his finger clean. Both Inga and Karl sighed approvingly when they saw him lick his pre-cum. Allen was completely absorbed in the story as he began stroking his cock, masturbating to the erotic tale. Inga and Karl smiled and continued to fondle one another as they gleefully watched Allen pleasure him self. Soon Allen let out a muffled cry and erupted in a strong orgasm, spewing thick white cum nearly three feet into the air. "Ahhhh, wonderful!" exclaimed Inga, "he's a shooter as well, Karl."

"Yes, love, I see. I think we have found a very good boarder," Karl said. "I think he shall have a dream tonight, Inga. What do you think?"

"Of course, darling, he'll think it was the magazine stories and images working overtime," Inga grinned happily. "First, I need to fuck your brains out. I'm so hot, Karl." He lay down on his back with his upright cock pointing at the ceiling and smiled at his lovely Inga as she mounted him. She drove herself down hard on his cock, embedding it deep within her wet pussy. She moaned in ecstasy as she slowly rose and fell on Karl's magnificent engine. Meanwhile, Allen cleaned himself and decided to see what might be in the refrigerator to take. It was empty, so he decided to go downstairs to the main kitchen and find some fruit juice. As he descended the stairs to the second floor, he looked into the mirror to see Inga and Karl fucking. Allen was stunned. He never expected the scene he witnessed in the mirror. Karl and Inga had purposely left their door wide open and were fucking wantonly. She moaned and sighed as she rode him hard and Karl thrust his hips up into her with each of her down thrusts. Allen was transfixed. He could not take his eyes from them. Inga was gorgeous, her full breasts swayed wonderfully as she moved and they had just the faintest hint of sag as she fucked with her head back and eyes closed. Karl pulled her toward him to take a nipple in his mouth to suckle it, alternating from one nipple to the other.

Allen sat down on the steps to watch in fascination as his cock formed a huge bulge in his pajamas. It did not occur to Allen that if he could see them, they could also see him watching them. Karl could see him clearly in the mirror and whispered to Inga that they were being watched as planned. The thought of being watched drove Inga's arousal even higher as she sat up and groaned, pulling hard at her nipples! She stiffened and shuddered in a massive orgasm that caused her to nearly pass out. Her cunt clenched Karl's cock as she spasmed causing him to explode, cumming hard. Allen could see Karl's balls draw up tight and contract to pump his cum deep into Inga's cunt.

Finally, their orgasms subsided and Inga rose up to sit on Karl's face. He licked and sucked his cum from her pussy. He swallowed a mouthful of cum then filled his mouth again, kissing Inga to transfer his cum into her mouth. She moaned and swallowed happily. Inga turned around to a sixty-nine position to lick his cock clean, glimpsing a view of Allen sitting on the steps watching them. Acting as though she didn't know he was watching she licked and sucked Karl's still hard cock, milking it with her lips. Allen quietly backed up the steps, returning to his apartment. He drank some cool water, removed his pajamas and got into bed naked. He normally slept naked and his going to bed nude was not lost on the Mueller's, as they watched on their TV monitor. Allen lay in the semi-dark bedroom thinking about what he had just witnessed. Suddenly he realized that if he could see Inga and Karl, perhaps they saw him watching. He reamistered that they hadn't seen him or they would have shut the door. Yawning, he quickly drifted off to relax.

Allen lay relaxing when a panel in his bedroom opened and Inga stepped quietly into his room followed by Karl. Inga shook Allen's shoulder, but got no response as he was in deep dream. "I think the have has taken effect, Karl," Inga whispered. Karl nodded and slowly removed the covers from the relaxing Allen. The Mueller's removed their robes and stood naked next to the bed. Inga placed soft leather loops on Allen's wrists and twisted them to a figure eight and pulled the loops over the bedposts. Karl put loops on Allen's ankles and pulled his legs up to loop them to the same bedposts as his wrists. His legs were spread wide and his cock balls and asshole fully exposed to the whims of the Mueller's.

Inga examined Allen's flaccid cock and his ample balls and found both to her liking. Karl put KY jelly on his finger and pushed it into Allen's asshole, turning his finger to loosen the tight sphincter. "I don't think he has ever had anything in his ass, Inga," Karl remarked as he slowly pushed a second finger inside. Inga climbed on the bed and began to lick Allen's balls and cock. Slowly the haveged mans cock began to respond to Inga's tongue and soon was hard and erect. Inga measured its length and girth and smiled at the results as she showed them to Karl.

"He's shorter than you, love, but thicker," she told him. "I shall love both of you inside me together, darling," she added. Karl produced a butt plug an inch and a half in diameter and eight inches long, he lubed it and inserted it into Allen's asshole. Once the butt plug was seated, Allen's sphincter closed over the depression in the end of the plug to hold it fast. Karl moved to Allen's chest to examine his nipples. They were long for a man and very hard. Karl began to lick them and they grew even harder. Inga joined in and each sucked a nipple while Inga stroked his cock. "I think that eventually I shall pierce his nipple, Inga," Karl remarked, "what do you think?" Inga nodded her approval without removing the nipple from her mouth.

They took turns sucking Allen's cock to the brink of orgasm, only to stop and deny him release. Through the haveged state he was in, Allen's cock still responded by venting huge amounts of pre-cum each time they stopped sucking him. His cock would stiffen emitting a stream of pre-cum laced with wisps of white semen. Allen's balls drew up against his body, aching to empty their load, but each time they were denied. The two of them played their sexual games with Allen for nearly two hours before they decided that he had had enough for the first time. They removed his restraints and Allen lay in bed in the same position they had found him. Karl told Inga to suck his cock and let him cum all over his belly.

Inga set to her task and soon Allen's cock was twitching and throbbing. She felt the first spasm in his cock and took the first load of cum into her mouth to swallow. She released his cock and Allen began shooting his cum high into the air, arching over and splattering on his belly. He delivered huge volumes of thick white gooey cum to the satisfaction of his landlords. Inga kissed his cock as it softened while Karl removed the butt plug and wiped Allen's asshole clean. He motioned to Inga to leave while he sprayed an antidote into Allen's nostrils. The antidote would allow the have to wear off quickly, but not awaken the relaxing man. They left the room closing the panel behind them.

The next morning, Allen awoke refreshed and apparently rested. He removed the bed covers to discover cum on his belly. Most of it had dried, but there was no doubt in his mind that he had a wet dream during the night. Embarrassed, he wiped himself clean and checked the bed covers, but found no stains on the covers. Relieved, he got up and went into the bathroom. As he showered and shaved he thought about the magazine stories he had used to masturbate, and the erotic scene he had witnessed in the mirror. He reamistered that both the stories and the scene of Inga and Karl resulted in his wet dream. While dressing, the accounts of his dream slowly filtered into his mind. He remembered that he had dreamed that Karl and Inga came into his room naked and played sexual games with him. Oh well, he thought, dreams don't count. Allen made a list of groceries that he should buy to stock his refrigerator and its freezer. He put the list in his pocket and went downstairs, passed the 'magic' mirror and on to the dining room where Karl and Inga were having breakfast. "Well, Allen, how was your first night in your apartment?" asked Karl.

"Ah, it went well. I slept like a baby," Allen replied. Inga asked if he would like breakfast and Allen declined. "I will take a cup of coffee for the road, though," he told her. Inga went to the kitchen and brought back a travel mug with a lid. She filled it with coffee and Allen accepted it and turned to leave. "Oh, by the way, I did have a dream last night, but I don't recall any of the details," he falsely told them to preclude their asking further. He didn't wait for a response as he left for work, telling them he would return around six o'clock. Inga called to him and ran to give him a house key. "Oh yes, I do need that, don't I?" he smiled and left.

"Well, my love," began Inga, "last night was a success."

"Yes, it was," replied Karl, "and tonight will be even better."

"Soon he will be ours, Karl. I can hardly wait. I get wet just thinking about it."

Karl smiled and teased his wife. "Don't forget, Helga will also be joining us when she returns." Inga grinned happily and rose to clear the breakfast dishes from the table. That night when Allen came home he had supper with Karl and Inga again and soon was feeling relaxy. Inga had put the have in his dessert and it took effect slowly. Allen said goodnight and climbed the stairs to go to bed. Soon he fell into the deep relax again and Karl and Inga entered his room to practice their perversions on him. Karl embedded a thicker butt plug into his ass, stretching it to more easily accommodate his big cock. Helga continued to play with his cock and balls while both of them sucked his nipples. After nearly an hour, they made Allen cum all over himself again and they left.

The Mueller's continued to mold Allen unwittingly to their sexual schema as each night they increased the context of their games. Allen, for all practical purposes in a relax state, but he also participated in the sexual activity. By the end of the second week he was being fucked in the ass regularly by Karl, and would suck Inga's cunt while Karl fucked him. Both Inga and Karl would suck his cock and Allen sucked Karl's cock to orgasm. They permitted Allen only two orgasms per night so he wouldn't become worn out. The first was anytime during their games as either Inga or Karl sucked him off or when Allen fucked Inga. The second orgasm was directed onto his belly to continue the impression that he was having wet dreams. The sexual escapades were video taped, to include several close-ups of Allen sucking cock or being fucked anally. Karl did most of the taping as 'insurance' to prevent Allen from exposing them if he refused to become a part of their games. Soon the Mueller's had been 'training' Allen for nearly three weeks. It was time for Helga to return and Inga could not have been more anxious for her to come home. Both women were bisexual and lovers. Helga also participated in the Mueller's perverted sexual escapades and enjoyed her employers' deviant sex practices. She too wanted to return home quickly as she was very much aware of what Karl and Inga were doing with Allen.

On the following Friday evening, after Allen had supper with the Mueller's, the three of them retired to the family room to enjoy a brandy or two. Although Karl and Inga sipped their brandy, Allen drank heartily and had soon become mellow and talkative. The Mueller's introduced sex to the discussion and they talked about the various sexual lifestyles that people lived. Allen joined in and soon was recounting some of his sexual peccadillo's for Inga and Karl. Inga kept his brandy glass filled to keep him in this mellow and talkative mood as Allen continued with his sexual history. Inga spoke up during a lull in the conversation, "I don't care what anyone says, I love to fuck," she declared.

"My," said Karl, "that's a crude way of coming to the point."

"Yeah, Inga, why don't you say what you mean, instead of being so wishy washy," Allen said as they all laughed.

"Well, I could have said screw, the big trick, intercourse or the horizontal mambo, but nothing makes the point like the word, fuck!" she said emphatically. "There is something about the word, fuck, that seems to put everything into perspective and, in effect, says it all," she concluded. They all laughed again and sipped their brandy, Allen heavier than the others. "Now then, Allen, tell us have you had any interesting dreams that you can recall?" Inga asked. Allen nodded and began to talk about his dreams. His tongue loosened by the brandy removed his inhibitions and he started by admitting that his apartment may indeed be 'dream factory'. "Oh, tell us, please, Allen, tell us what you can remember. I so love dreams," Inga admitted.

"Well, some of them are pretty erotic," Allen began, "and I hope this doesn't offend you, but you two are in some of my dreams," he admitted, not revealing that they were in all his dreams.

"Oh how exciting!" Inga said, thrilled with tone of the conversation, "I can't wait, Allen, tell us right away!" she encouraged him.

"All right, but remember it was just dreaming and no one controls what they dream, right?" Allen stated. Both Karl and Inga agreed that dreams are not real and they would not be offended in the least with what ever Allen dreamed. Allen, fearful of making them angry, decided not to describe his erotic dreams with a lot of detail. He told them that in some of his dreams he was naked and they were naked too. Sometimes they asked him to masturbate for them and that later he could hear them making love in their bedroom. He also said that one time he walked down the stairs and their bedroom door was open when they were making love.

Both Inga and Karl smiled and sipped their brandy, filling Allen's glass again. "Well, Allen, perhaps you may be leaving out some parts, because that sounds pretty tame for an erotic dream," Karl told him, looking deep into Allen's eyes. Allen didn't know how to respond. He started to say something then stopped, seemingly unable to answer. "Allen, there is more to your dreams," Karl said as Allen looked at him quizzically. "First of all, those were not dreams and they were much more erotic than you have admitted," Karl told a stunned Allen. Continuing, Karl related how he and Inga would give him a slow acting quiet in his food each night. When he fell arelax they would come into his room and induce him to participate in all sorts of sexual activity. When they finished, he would be given an antidote to continue relaxing.

Allen was dumfounded. "You're just kidding, right?" he asked timidly, remembering some of the depraved things he had dreamed. Karl shook his head and tried to put him at ease while Inga put a tape in the VCR. "You taped my dreams?" he asked, astounded. Inga told him that they always tape sexual activities and enjoy watching them again and again.

Allen, more scared than angry, asked them if they intended to blackmail him with the tapes. "No...no," Karl said, "We don't do blackmail. The tapes are for our enjoyment only, unless you intend to expose us," Karl continued. "The tapes are a form of insurance against exposure, but that is not what we want, Allen." Inga pressed play and the tape began with his first night in his new apartment. Allen was transfixed and embarrassed at the activity on the screen. They all watched in silenced as one night's activity was followed by the next and the erotic scenes became more perverted. Allen watched as he was fucked in the ass, sucked Karl's cock and Inga's cunt, had his cock sucked by both of them and the most provocative scene, where he displayed his mouth full of Karl's cum.

"Allen," Inga began, "please don't be angry with us. If you want to leave, we understand, but we both want you to stay her with us and participate with our 'games'," she said. Allen tried to seem indignant, asking how could they *** his privacy, but he was not really fooling his landlords. His words didn't ring sincere. "After all, you really can't claim invasion of privacy when you consider all the times you sat at the stairs watching Karl and I fucking in the mirror, can you." Allen shook his head no and became quiet, sipping his brandy and looking at the floor. He could hear Inga get up and remove the tape from the VCR then all was quiet. He looked up to see Inga naked and coming toward him. She was absolutely gorgeous, shapely body, magnificently full breasts that swayed provocatively, and a lovely trimmed blonde bush.

Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders as she kneeled before him and unzipped his pants. Allen, still stunned, watched as she found his semi hard cock and exposed it. She drew his foreskin back and licked his cockhead. Instantly his cock responded and engorged to its rock hard fullness. Inga closed her lips around his cockshaft and took him deep in her mouth several times then deep throated him. As she licked and sucked his cock, she unbuckled his belt and pulled at his pants and shorts. Allen lost in the wonder of Inga's mouth and tongue, hurried to assist her and soon was as naked as Inga. Karl, naked too, bent over the back of Allen's chair. He took hold of Allen's nipples with his thumbs and forefingers to gently roll, squeeze and pull at them.

Inga paused sucking Allen's cock to help him lie down on the thickly carpeted floor where she resumed her sucking. Karl straddled Allen's head with a knee on either side of his head to lower his balls to Allen's mouth. Eagerly, Allen opened his mouth to receive Karl's balls as he licked and sucked them into his mouth. Karl lifted his balls from Allen and placed the tip of his huge cock on his lips. Opening his mouth, Allen licked the cockhead then took the huge cock deep into his mouth and throat. Meanwhile, Inga was driving Allen rapidly toward the edge with her tongue. Crossing the point of no return Allen managed a muffled groan, with Karl's cock still in his mouth, and exploded in a powerful orgasm.

His balls pumped huge wads of warm thick white cum into Inga's eager mouth. She swallowed and continued to lick his cockhead hard to receive more thick cum to swallow. Inga pressed her swirling tongue hard onto Allen's super sensitive cockhead. The sensations were so intense that Allen nearly ******, but quickly recovered. Inga jumped up and run to Karl to kiss him and transfer a huge wad of cum into his mouth. The moment was so erotic to Karl that he lost control and erupted in a strong orgasm into Allen's mouth. He pumped several volleys of cum into him and he rolled over on the floor gasping from the intensity of his orgasm.

Unfulfilled, Inga straddled Allen's head and lowered her sopping wet pussy to his lips and tongue. She grasped his head and pulled his face hard into her sex, grinding her cunt into his mouth. Grasping her asscheeks, Allen held her close as he inhaled her scent and savored the flavor of her cunt. She rode his mouth hard, moaning with pleasure as her senses drove her relentlessly toward orgasm. "Ohhhhh, God," she screamed and pulled hard at her nipples. Suddenly, Inga closed her eyes, looked up with her mouth open and shuddered with savage orgasm that consumed her. She spasmed each time the tongue at her sex touched her clit and came with each spasm. Finally, she too rolled over onto the floor exhausted, with her spent lovers.

The three of them lay still trying to recover from their intense lovemaking. Moving first, Inga took Karl in her mouth and slathered her tongue all about his cockhead to restore it to a rock hard state. She reached out to Allen and began to stroke his cock to bring him to erection as well. None of them heard the key turn in the door as they began to recover their energies. Suddenly, a dark bush and two creamy white thighs pressed against Allen's cheeks, covering his face. A moist sweet smelling pussy descended toward his mouth and he eagerly opened to receive it. As he began to lick the juicy pussy, he heard Inga cry out happily, "Helga, how wonderful!"

Helga had returned a day early and had walked in on the threesome in the throes of their passions. She had quickly stripped naked to join the trio on the family room floor. Enjoying the tongue pleasuring her, Helga leaned over to kiss Inga's lips tenderly. "Oh, Helga, I'm so glad your back," Inga told her. She resumed sucking Karl's cock while looking at Helga kneading her breasts, eyes closed and her head back lost in pursuit of a very much sought-after orgasm. A soft moan escaped her lips as Allen's tongue worked its magic on her pussy and clit. Karl and Inga watched eagerly as their maid rapidly approached orgasm from the unrelenting tongue at her sex. Expectedly, Helga stiffened and uttered a low groan as she shuddered through a strong orgasm. Her juices squirted fruitfully from her pussy to drench Allen's face, mouth and tongue.

She moaned throughout her orgasm, trembling from the marvelous sensations, as Inga rose to embrace her and kiss her passionately. Karl crawled behind Helga and straddled Allen's waist with a knee on either side of him. His cock, fully engorged, parted Helga's cuntlips from behind and entered her pussy, sliding slowly inward until his balls lay on Allen's forehead and nose. Tonguing Karl's balls, Allen watched his landlords huge cock fucking Helga and he licked the huge soft balls on each thrust. Inga moved in front of Helga, lay down spreading her legs and coaxed her maid to suck her hot pussy. Helga eagerly complied.

The orgy continued to nearly midnight and each of them had cum several times. Allen was exhausted and watched the two women completing a sensuous sixty-nine. Helga was beautiful. Her dark hair contrasted with Inga's light blonde and their tits were about equal in size with Inga having the edge. Helga's breasts were slightly conical, without a hint of sag, had large puffy areolas and hard erect nipples. Her ass was absolutely splendid. Tight well shaped asscheeks and a cute small rosy asshole nestled between her lovely asscheeks. The women finished their erotic coupling and lay gasping from their mutual orgasms.

When the four of them sat down in armchairs to recover from their sexual escapade, the conversation centered on Allen. Karl smiled at him and asked, "Have you decided to leave or stay?"

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away!" Allen exclaimed. "That was absolutely incredible!" he continued.

"Yes, I agree it was quite fantastic," Karl said. "There is no question that we want you to stay, but as they say, 'you must pay your dues'," Karl told him. He explained that it was their custom to have him serve as a submissive for a time to earn his privileges. As a submissive he would be expected to serve Inga, Helga and him in whatever they asked of him in their sexual activities. It would require him to stay naked at all times while in the house or his apartment. Further, he would participate voluntarily in S & M sessions or activities that would involve offense, pain and pleasure. "Those are the conditions to stay, Allen. You must decide by morning," Karl said.

Allen was told that if he decided to stay, the new rules would go in effect in the morning. If he decided not to submit then he could find other lodgings. They four of them retired for the night, Allen to his apartment, the Mueller's to their bedroom and Helga to her maid's quarters. Unable to relax, Allen pondered his future for most of the night. He had never considered S & M at any time in his life. But on the other hand, the life here was worth the cost. Great inexpensive lodgings, free food and take, great sex and all for the price of submitting to their erotic desires. Yes, he would stay.

It was Saturday and Allen prepared himself for his first day as a submissive. He was excited, but also somewhat apprehensive about what would happen to him. Showering, he was aware that he was under surveillance and being video taped, but he didn't really care. Allen didn't even bother to search for the hidden video cameras because it was all part of the bargain he had accepted from the Mueller's. It was worth it he thought. Wonderful inexpensive lodgings, free food and take, great sex and all for the price of submitting to their erotic desires. A good bargain, he concluded.

He finished his shower, dried his body and went into the bedroom. Someone had been in his bedroom, while he showered, to leave a leather collar and restraints for his wrists and ankles. A note ordered him to put them on and come down to the living room. He put on the implements of presentation and descended the stairs to begin his first day as a submissive. Entering the family room he was greeted by Inga, Karl and Helga dressed as Dominants in various provocative leather outfits. Karl wore the least, a leather bikini brief with his balls and cock exposed through a hole in the briefs. Inga wore red and Helga black soft leather bikinis with open crotches and holes in their bras for their nipples.

None of them spoke to him. Inga was seated in a straight chair and beckoned to Allen to come to her and lie over her lap, belly down. He lay across her lap as Helga locked his wrist restraints together and fastened them to a steel ring in the floor. Karl fastened his ankles to a spreader bar, which was also secured to the floor. A rawhide cord was tied tightly at the base of his balls and a five-pound lead weight attached to the cord. The weight hung down between Inga's legs pulling and stretching Allen's ball's. His bound balls ached, but the weight really wasn't painful, just constantly pulling at his balls.

Inga placed his hard cock between her warm thighs and closed them tightly around his member. The warmth of her thighs felt wonderful and he sensed pre-cum forming at his cockhole. She rolled her thighs, stimulating his cock sensuously, to stiffen even more. Helga sat on the floor in front of him with her thighs spread as her scent wafted to his nostrils. He looked straight at the soft dark curls of her bush and the moist sweet treasure nestled underneath it. She held out a silver chain with a nipple clamp on each end. Massaging each of his nipples, she quickly brought them to hard protruding nubs.

Smiling at him, Helga placed a nipple clamp on each nipple and jerked the chain playfully. Allen grimaced from the pain in his nipples, but refrained from crying out, to the admiration of his three Dominants. Helga kissed Allen's lips passionately while secretly hanging a small lead weight to his nipple chain. She ended the kiss smiled and showed him the weight as she cruelly allowed it to fall from her fingers. Allen screamed in pain as the weight came to an abrupt and painful stop, pulling and stretching his nipples. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he sobbed from the pain in his nipples and the strong ache overtaking his weighted balls.

Karl spread Allen's asscheeks wide and placed a cold moist substance on his pinkish/brown asshole. A large finger intruded into his asshole and was swirled about to loosen his anus. Karl placed a butt plug dildo, eight inches long and two inches thick, at Allen's asshole and slowly pushed it deep into his ass, his sphincter clinched it to firmly hold it in place. Allen realized that he was about to be spanked. His balls ached and his nipples hurt. Inga accepted a small leather paddle from Karl and delivered a hard blow to Allen's asscheek. He clenched his teeth, but did not cry out as a second blow fell smartly on his other asscheek. His eyes welled with tears as the skin on his ass became hotter as Inga kept alternating asscheeks with blows of the paddle.

His ass was burning with pain as he moaned, groaned, cried and finally sobbed as tears rolled down his cheeks. "Oh, Allen, your asscheeks are such a lovely crimmister shade," Inga remarked as she put the paddle down. "Hand me the riding crop, dear," said Inga, "he needs a few purple welts to properly set off the crimmister shade on his ass, I think," Inga concluded. Karl fetched the crop as Inga rolled Allen's cock between her warm thighs. Helga played at lifting and dropping the weights on his nipple chain and balls as they waited for Karl to return. "Thank you, love," Inga said as Karl handed her the cruel looking riding crop. Inga showed the crop to Allen and continued to 'torment' his cock by rolling it between her thighs. "Do you like that, little slave boy?" she asked. Allen nodded and moaned, sensing his orgasm building. "Umm, I guess you do, judging from all the pre-cum dripping from your cock, slave," she remarked. "Don't you dare cum while I crop you ass, because if you do I shall make you lick it up and swallow it!" she commanded. Allen was too preoccupied in trying to withhold cumming to respond, as Inga wickedly kept rolling his cock trying to make him cum.

Helga got up from the floor and grabbed the slave boy by the hair to lift his head up so she could shove her pussy in his face. "Suck my cunnie and clitty, little slave boy," Helga taunted him. Just as he started to lick Helga's pussy, Inga delivered a savage blow diagonally across his right ass cheek. Allen screamed at the top of his lungs into Helga's cunt. The pain seared his being to the core. He could feel his flesh gather together to form a deep mark then slowly transform to a torturous welt. Inga delivered another equally savage blow diagonally to his other asscheek and he sobbed and wailed from the pain. Howling in pain, Inga still rolled his hard cock between her warm thighs.

Inga paused to watch her slave lick and suck Helga's pussy while she continued to 'torment' his cock between her thighs. Helga moaned with pleasure from the slave's tongue, holding his head fast against her cunt. Karl moved behind Helga and reached around to gently rub and roll her nipples with his fingers. She sighed and turned her head to kiss Karl sensuously as she too felt an orgasm begin to build deep within her. Bringing his pain under a measure of control, Allen tried to ignore the pain with some minor success. This lasted until Inga laid another vulgar blow on his asscheek to form a welted X. He shrieked into Helga's pussy sobbing openly as he sucked and licked her cunt. Howling uncontrollably, Allen's ass burned like fire. Inga rewarded him another evil blow on his other asscheek forming another welted X. His wails continued as the pain was nearly unbearable, but strangely he felt his hard cock throbbing between Inga's warm thighs. Allen felt unable to control withholding his orgasm. Karl snapped a Polaroid picture of Allen across Inga's lap, sucking Helga's pussy and sporting a red ass with a purple X welts on each asscheek. Helga stiffened, cried out and shuddered through a strong orgasm from Allen's tongue. She came hard again as her legs wobred and gave way from the intensity of her orgasm and she sat on the floor moaning.

Inga worked her thighs remorselessly on Allen's cock and he erupted in a huge orgasm. His thick cum blasted onto her thighs flowing slowly down her legs. Again and again his balls pumped huge volumes creamy white cum onto Inga's legs and the floor beneath her. "Look what you've done, you nasty little slut!" Inga exclaimed as she complained about cum on her legs and the floor. She feigned anger, but was secretly pleased that Allen was unable to control himself. "Get down there and lick it up, right away!" she commanded. Helga released his wrists from the steel ring and Karl released the spreader bar from the floor.

Painfully, Allen slid from Inga's lap and crawled between her legs. The weights on his nipple chain and his balls made the movement an ordeal as he positioned himself to clean up his mess. He licked his thick gooey cum from Inga's boots, calves and thighs. Swallowing, he moved to lick up cum from the floor. He felt the dildo butt plug come out of his ass to be replaced with Karl's enormous cock. Allen's ass felt strange as he realized that Karl was wearing a condom as he fucked him. He licked up cum from the floor and swallowed it as Inga grabbed his hair and pulled his face into her crotch. No command was needed as Allen knew exactly what she wanted, plunging his tongue into her cunt.

The scene was so erotic. Helga and Inga took turns licking each other's nipples and passionately kissed one another. Karl fucked Allen in the ass, while the slave sucked Inga's pussy. The four of them continued until Inga erupted in a hard multiple cum, drenching Allen's face with her cunt cream. The slave worked hard to suck up Inga's cunt nectar and swallow it all. She gasped for air as she released his head from her grasp. Karl pumped Allen's ass hard. His hard cock worked as a flesh pile driver, hammering the slave's ass relentlessly. Finally, Karl groaned and shot hot cum deep into Allen's ass, filling the condom he wore. Allen could feel the condom expand in his ass as it filled with cum. Karl's orgasm was massive and his balls pumped out huge quantities of semen before they were empty.

He withdrew his cock from Allen's ass and carefully removed the condom to assure his cum remained inside. Grasping Allen's head, Karl powerd him to open his mouth so he could pour cum into it from the condom. Reluctantly, Allen complied and consumed Karl's cum as it slowly flowed into his mouth. Karl turned the condom inside out and made Allen lick it clean. The women applauded as Karl provided the 'Coup de Gras' to complete the morning's erotica. Helga rose to bring in refreshments for all of them, while the Mueller's removed all of Allen's restraints and weights.

A short time later, Inga and Karl went shopping while Helga remained behind to mind the slave boy. Inga had reminded Allen that he was to follow all orders from Helga as she was in charge until they returned from shopping. Helga put disinfectant on the slave boy's welts. He whimpered as it stung badly. Following his treatment, Helga proceeded to train him in the proper way to serve guests while on his knees. Allen was a fast learner and quickly acquired the s*******s that Helga taught him. Bewildered by the harsh spanking and cropping that he received, he decided to speak to Helga about it. "Helga, I'm a little confused about this morning," he began, "why was I spanked and whipped? Did I do something to displease Inga or Karl?"

"No, Allen, they do that to remind us that they are in control," Helga explained.

"They do that to you too?"

"Yes, occasionally," Helga replied, "It won't happen often, but sometimes it amuses them to give us corporal punishment and it also arouses their sexual lust. If it offends you, the only recourse you have is to leave because they won't change their habits, Allen," she told him.

"No, I don't want to leave, I just wanted to know how often to expect to be treated like that," he replied. "Actually, Helga, it aroused me. I didn't like it, but it was so erotic to be bound and used when I couldn't do anything about it." Helga smiled and knew that Allen would never leave on his own volition because he enjoyed being a sexual slave and it showed. She told him that they would often put restraints on him to torment his genitals and nipples for the amusement of their friends or guests. It would hurt, but not permanently injure him. Helga smiled, telling him that the torments would even get him turned on.

Inga and Karl returned with armfuls of groceries and snacks for their dinner party that evening. They were pleased when Helga reported that Allen had mastered his serving s*******s and would be ready to serve. Allen was sent to his room to await the party and to avoid being seen naked by the house cleaners and caterers setting up the party. Finally, all seemed ready and he was called down to the dining room. Helga was dressed a very sexy maids uniform. Low cut to reveal ample cleavage and with a very short mini skirt. He thought he saw Helga's pussy, realizing that she was not wearing panties. Karl dressed in his tuxedo and Inga in shimmering evening gown, cut on both sides to reveal her gorgeous legs.

"Allen," Inga instructed him, "you will serve the takes and when we are ready to dine you will kneel on the floor to my right." Allen nodded and returned to the kitchen to wait. A short time later he heard guests arriving and being greeted by Inga and Karl. Allen was very excited and a bit apprehensive, as he had never done anything like this before. Helga prepared a tray containing eight glasses of Champagne and told Allen that he would serve them when called. Karl entered the kitchen and had Allen stand on a chair then proceeded to prepare him to serve. Karl was holding two elastic cords with slipknots at both ends. He separated Allen's testicles and placed a slipknot around each ball. He stretched the elastic cords and placed the slipknots on the other ends, around his big toes.

The cords pulled and stretched his balls painfully, but he gritted his teeth and endured. Stepping off the chair was absolutely horrid as the cords stretched and pulled his balls to the point that tears welled up in his eyes. Helga gave him a napkin to dab his eyes and they waited for Inga's call. Helga was to serve hors d'oeuvres and Allen to follow with Champagne. Allen lifted his tray and waited until Helga had begun her serving and then he trailed behind her with the cords pulling painfully on his balls as he walked. When he entered he witnessed the Mueller's and their six guests feeling Helga's breasts, ass and pussy while she smiled and served the hors d'oeuvres.