les histoires de chrislebo

I stood up and told him he could have me any time he wanted. He said he could not believe when he got up this morning that he would say this but he wanted to be with me from now on. I said are you sure. And he replied that no girl ever made him feel so good or cum so much. If I just grew my hair out a little I looked better than most girls he had fucked in the last two years.

He said my tits were amazing and the hormones really made me look feminine. I said I was surprised she had told him about the hormones. He told me his sister was a gynecologist and he had taken a prescription pad. He said my wife had researched and found the best combo of *****. But that the xxy must be the reason they worked almost too well.

I told him I would be happy to be with him and we could turn my den into our room. I explained About Denny and Dottie. I told him I was not ready to stop with them. He said as long as everyone kept clean he could deal with sharing me. I said I fuck around with them but would come home to him. I also told him I may love cock but still wanted women first. We figured we could find women who would enjoy us both.

My wife's web page turned out to be no problem at all. Someone had hit a phone pole down the street and knocked out the cable internet. So her signal went nowhere.

My deal to her was I would do as I have been but with Jaden now living with us. She could do what she wanted but had to pay her fair share of the bills. She could go back to her parents if she wanted. She could never tell what happened or I would have her arrested for drugging me with the hormones.

She at first decided to stay but in short order she got grumpy and pushy. Jaden and I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. I am not proud of it but Jaden got the right ********* and something like a rufee. We slipped them too her one night and we set up a web cam.

Once she was Happy and compliant enough to go along with us we first had her open my blouse. At this point I was mostly dressing female. She was kissing me and caressing my breasts through my bra. She unhooked the front catch and opened my bra. She pinched one fat nipple and lowered her mouth to the other one moaning and sucking on it. While doing this she opened her shirt and pinched her nipples through her bra.

I unhooked her bra and helped her remove the shirt. We kissed passionately. She was moaning how much she loved my tits. We sucked each other's nipples then she lifted my skirt pulled down my panties and started sucking and chewing on my hard cock.

I pulled her up after a few minutes and took her pants and underwear off. I laid her back and licked her pussy. After she came I knelt by her head and fed her my cock again. When I was ready I laid down and she climbed over my legs. She sat down on my cock. She was sliding up and down then leaned forward as I started pumping her from below. She again started sucking my nipple as I sucked hers. After several minutes she stiffened and came hard clamping down on my cock making me explode deep in her cunt. I rolled her off and put my cock in her mouth. She licked and sucked me clean.

I asked her if she wanted more and she said god yes. Jaden stepped up to the bed and stuffed her mouth with his fat black cock. She was moaning and sucking like a cheap whore. He pulled out of her mouth and asked what she wanted. She said fuck me you black bastard. It is amazing the truth these ***** bring out. He got between her thighs and slid eight fat inches of ebony all the way in to her. She yelled oh god yes. Fuck me fuck me hard.

He was alternating long slow strokes and hard fast strokes. He asked if she wanted more cock and she again said yes. At this point Denny stepped up to her head and she saw that ten plus inch beer can thick cock. She squealed and grabbed it pulling it to her mouth. She could barley get four inches in. Denny was pinching her nipples saying you love it don't you, you want it don't you. To each question the answer was yes oh god yes.

She was coming for the second time on Jaden's pounding cock when he blew a massive load in her snatch. When he pulled out Denny asked her if she wanted him to fuck her and she screamed God yes GIVE IT TO ME. He said she had to prove how much she wanted it.

He asked what would you do for it to which she gasped anything. That is when she saw Dottie. Denny said she had to eat out Dottie's pussy. My wife Grabbed Dottie's hand and pulled her to her. She sat up and kissed her while rubbing Dottie's small breasts. She sucked in one of Dottie's nipples making Dottie moan.

Denny asked if she liked girls and my wife said oh yes even more than men. Now everything made sense. It was not me, she was a closet lesbian or Lesbian leaning bisexual. She laid Dottie down and dove into her cunt, licking and sucking the long clit putting her tongue as far as she could into her box really going wild. Dottie was exploding telling us no one had ever eaten her so fucking well.. she was cuming and cuming. My wife was on her side while eating that pussy. I got between her legs and started eating my load and Jaden's load out of her pussy. Once I was done Dottie had passed out. Denny was standing next to the bed and told My wife to kneel and suck his cock. She gobbled the four inches that she could fit in her mouth. After a few minutes I knelt beside her and rubbed her tits and nipples. I leaned in and started licking and sucking the six inches of his cock the could not fit in her mouth.

She was still moaning and pulled off of his cock. I grabbed it as she watched bug eyed as I swallowed it till his balls were on my chin and my nose was in his pubic hair. I plunged it in and out of my mouth a few times then passed it back to her. We sucked and kissed his massive cock kissing each other while his cock passed between our lips.

He was about to cum so I held the head of his cock in her mouth for the first blast. I sucked it in my mouth for the rest. I knew she could not handle how much he cums and I did not want to waste a drop. Once he was done she and I kissed. I slowly passed her half his load as she swallowed.

He laid down with that monster cock still hard as granite and told her to climb on. We helped her stand over him as she guided it to the mouth of her pussy. For a moment she look panicked. I was wondering if the meds were wearing off.

Denny grabbed her hips and Jaden and I pushed down on her shoulders as Denny thrust up, pounding his cock fully into her. She screamed oh god yes and started cuming on his cock. She started riding his cock like it was a race horse. Up, down, wriggle around as he pumped in and out. She never stopped cuming she almost passed out until he rolled her over onto her back. She locked her legs around his waist and he hammered her for 20 minutes before exploding his cum further into her than anyone had ever before.

Denny stayed in her as his cock went soft. Her pussy was still twitching mini orgasms on his cock. She pulled Dottie to her and meekly started suckling one of her nipples. Then stroking her pussy. After a few minutes she pulled Dottie over her face and started eating her pussy again. She said had been waiting so long to eat someone out. Dottie twisted around and started eating my wife's well ****** cunt. I joined her so I could clean Denny's cum out of her then let Dottie go to town. This was Dottie's first time eating pussy but would not be her last.

In the morning my wife was starting to act like she was not a willing part of what went on. So we showed her the tape of her begging for Denny's cock and saying she likes girls better than men and how she had waited too long to eat pussy.

The ***** from the other day were well out of her system at this point. She reached out and grabbed Jaden's cock through his pants unzipped him and started sucking his cock.I still had the web cam going so we caught all of this. After a few minutes she lifted my skirt and pulled my cock out of my panties and started sucking it. She told me to suck Jaden which I happily did.

She took off her clothes and pushed Jaden down and climbed on his cock... She pulled me close and tore open my shirt and bra. She hugged me mashing our breasts together nipple to nipple. It was amazing while doing this she stroked my cock. Then lowered her head to my nipple and nursed like a baby. She laid down and told me to fuck her . We were sucking each others nipples as I fucked her.

Jaden got behind me and slipped his fat cock into my ass. My wife at this point started saying oh god I can feel you getting bigger. This happens to my cock when I have a big one stuffed up my ass. After a few minutes she came clamping down on me making me cum and clamp down on Jaden who blasted into my ass.

I slid down and cleaned my cum out of her pussy. What the hell waste not want not. I guess I had become a Shemale Bisexual size queen cum junkie. Boy my life had changed.

In the afternoon once Denny and Dottie came home we had them come down. My wife wanted to thank them for helping her find out what she wanted out of life. She leaned and kissed Denny on the Cheek. Then she kissed Dottie on the mouth parting Dottie's lips with her tongue while caressing her bra less breasts through her tank top. Dottie responded with her tongue and they made out for a few minutes with Dottie also rubbing my wife's breasts.

Dottie told us she had never touched another woman before last light but really enjoyed it. She said she started thinking about it while fucking me and sucking my nipples because they were so much like a real woman's. We explained that in a way they were a real woman's nipples. We told them about the hidden hormones. The girls undressed each other and Dottie feasted on My wife's tits.

My wife went down on Dottie eating her slowly and lovingly till she begged for more. Then my wife went crazy on her cunt like the night before and had Dottie cuming rapid fire till she was exhausted. They lay on the bed, Dottie had her head resting on one of my wife's big breasts lazily sucking on the nipple. They watched as I decided I needed to have Denny's cock in my mouth. I gave him a long lazy blowjob. Dottie told my wife that I was amazing. She could not suck even half of his cock and always had jaw cramps for days after trying. I got my mouth and belly full of Denny's first load and nursed his cock till he stayed hard.

I laid down next to my wife as Denny put my legs over his shoulders and placed the head of his cock on my asshole. I wiggled trying to get it in me but he just rubbed it across my hole. He kept doing this till I screamed "Give it to me".

My wife looked at me and said you love it don't you. I oh god yes this is what I was built for. She asked if it hurt at first and I told her it never hurt. I could take his full length fast and hard right from his first thrust deep into me that day in the kitchen. I also could suck his whole cock down my throat right from the start though I had never even tried to suck cock before.

I believe I was truly built for cock. Especially massive cocks no one else could handle. I could fuck them and suck them and never tire. But I still liked women better. But if there was no woman, well if you can't fuck one be one. With her inadvertent help I was almost one

She watched Denny slam into me and saw me cum twice just from his cock in my ass. Dottie went down on her as she watched us. Denny roared and exploded in my ass making me cum again then laid down on me with his cock still in me. I actually enjoy this, the feel of his huge soft cock still wedged in my ass. I can't move because of his weight holding me down.

I watched My wife pull her nipples as Dottie quickly became an expert at cunt licking. I asked her if she really likes women and eating pussy better than being with a man. She blushed then said god yes as Dottie made her cum again and again. She said she likes fucking a fat cock but much prefers the feel of a woman and eating a woman's pussy. She said she just could not admit it before.

We went on like this for about three months. Then suddenly my wife packed her stuff and moved in with her parents. She quietly asked for a divorce and did not play the blame game. She told everyone we had just grown apart. She told me that she could not live in a communal fuck house anymore and that I knew she really did not want to be with any man anyway. They are a nice diversion but she would rather be celibate than let anyone know she liked to eat pussy.

We did become friends and even after a few years friends with benefits. She refused to find a woman or a man and decided that when the urge became too much I was the best alternative, being neither totally male or female. Though I learned from several straight and gay women How to eat pussy like a real woman.

So there it is the end of my marriage but not the end of my experiences. I have been lucky to find things out in odd ways. I was tested and I am an XY/XXY mosaic male. If I could I would rather live my life as a man with a good woman. For now I am content to be a true FE-Male who loves women and loves the feel of a cock in my mouth and ass.

I have no desire to become fully female. At the moment I don't want to give up my femininity and take male hormones. I like my breasts even though they were ****** on me. They are real and I love the sensation I get when they are handled.

I will tell you more about my life if enough of you truly want me to. Otherwise Be true to yourself. Enjoy what life gives you as best you can.

Bravo !!!

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*** of a Cuckold


I was 18 years old when I first became aware of my ******* gambling problem. Throughout my ********* I had grown used to his absence in the evenings, but the rea***s had never been explained to me. Then one day as I was fixing my bike on the front lawn, an extremely large, intimidating black man came up the driveway. He wore a mauve suit, and had huge gold rings in his fingers. He asked for my ******, so I ran inside to fetch him. My ****** told me and my ****** to wait inside while he went out to speak to the man.

After a few minutes we heard shouting, then my ****** held me in a hug to prevent me from going to look out of the window. I can still remember the fragrant smell of her perfume and the soft silk of her blouse as she held me tightly to her breast that day. I was shivering with fear as the row grew louder and we heard crashing sounds. Then eventually a car screeched away and my ****** came back into the house. His mouth was swollen and he had a gash above his eye -- the man had beaten him up. My ****** ran to attend to him as I cried and pleaded for an explanation.

That evening we ate dinner in silence as my ******* face swelled up further and his eyes turned blue and black. After dinner my ****** went out, pushing my ****** away as she tried to prevent him from leaving. With a sigh my ****** sat me down and explained everything to me. She told me that my ****** was a gambler and that he was unable to stop. The man who had come that day was a notorious local gangster and pimp to whom my ****** owed a great deal of money.

My ****** Maureen was a strong and handsome woman, Irish stock turned Southern Belle, with red hair and beautiful blue eyes, which filled with tears as she recounted our hopeless situation. When I asked how we were going to repay the man she just shook her head and said, "your ****** has gone out gambling again. He thinks he can win the money back".

Needless to say, he didn't win the money back. Just a few days later the black man was back, and this time he came into the house, without knocking. We all fell into stunned silence as he stalked around the floor, looking over the furniture as if he owned the place. I was stuck to my dining chair, terrified. He walked up to my ******, looked her up and down, then grinned and nodded to himself. He let out a small whistle while leering at her fine breasts, modestly dressed in a cream-colored blouse. Then he turned to my ******, who was shaking visibly.

"Frank", the man said, addressing my ****** and shaking his head. "Frank, Frank, Frank. You know what day it is, Frank?"

"P-Please, Bones, I can explain ... ," my ****** stammered.

"WHAT DAY IS IT TODAY, FRANK?" the man screamed, stepping forward.

"T-Tuesday, Bones, its T-T-Tuesday ..."

"That's right. Its Tuesday. And its Mr Jack*** to punks like you who don't pay their debts."

"Yes Mr Jack***, s-sorry Mr Jack***," my ****** offered pathetically.

Then Mr Jack*** looked at me.

"Go to your room, kid," he said, and I obeyed in an instant, scurrying up the stairs.

"I didn't want the kid to see this," I heard him say to my ****** from the top of the stairs. "But I'm afraid this fine-lookin' wife of yours is going to have to stay, so I can show her what a pathetic loser she's married to. Now ... get on your knees Frank."

"Please Mr Jack***, please ...not in front of my wife, I'm begging you," I heard my ****** whimper, followed by a loud slap.

"ON YOUR KNEES! I won't tell you again, chump."

Then it fell silent. Although I couldn't see from the top of the stairs, a lump rose to my throat at the thought of my ****** being ****** to kneel before another man, and in front of my sweet ****** to boot.

"Good", said Mr Jack***. "Now get on all fours so I can kick your ass."

There was a horrible silence as my poor ****** complied. The kick was so hard I heard it from my perch on the landing.

"Say 'thank you Mr Jack***'."

I heard my ****** mumble the words.

"Say it louder. Say 'thank you Mr Jack*** for showing my wife what a pathetic loser I am'. Go on Frank, say it! Say it loud."

"Thank you ... Mr Jack*** ... for ... showing my ... wife ... what a pathetic loser I am."

This time my ******* voice was loud and clear. I'll never forget the sound. Then I heard Mr Jack*** address my ******.

"What's your name, sugar?"

"Maureen," she said.

"So what do you think of this guy on all fours here, Maureen? Pretty pathetic, huh? I guess you must wish you married a real man, instead of this punk who owes me $40,000."

My ****** said nothing.

"You know what I just love, Maureen?"

"Whats that?" she said.

"I just love cute-assed, married white women in their 40s who know how to stay in shape. That's what I love."

"Is that right?" my ****** said, with a hint of defiance.

"Sure is," he said. "And you know what else I love? Redheads. Love 'em. Yes Sir, I sure do love a redhead. So how about, since Frank here can't take care of his own affairs, you help him out a little? You see, til I get paid, I'm gonna be needing some interest payments. I'd say a little peek in mommy's panties and a taste of red pussy would do just fine. I should warn you though Maureen, once you've had black, there ain't no turning back, that's what they say. But then I can't imagine you're getting much from Frank here anyhow. So -- how about you show old Bones here to mommy and daddy's bedroom?"

"No!" my ****** cried. "Please, no ..."

"Frank," I heard my ******'s voice say. "Its OK." She sounded so strong, so self-possessed. Then she turned to Mr Jack***.

"Just don't hurt him any more OK?"

"Whatever you say, baby."

There was a short silence, then my ****** spoke.

"This way," she whispered.

I hurried into my room as I heard them approach the stairs. I listened at the door as my dear ******, aged 43 later that year, led this man, a black man, a gangster, a stranger, up the stairs to her bedroom. I shuddered as I heard the door close. The room was adjacent to mine, and I could hear the man boasting through the wall.

"I hope you like 'em big Maureen," he was saying, laughing. "But then I know you do. I can see it in those pretty blue eyes of yours."

I wanted to go and see if my ****** was alright, but I didn't dare leave the room, and couldn't face him after what I had heard. I hid in my bed under the covers for a few minutes, but my thoughts could not escape the scene in the next room, and something compelled me to go and listen. I went to the wall and held a glass to my ear.

"That's a great pair of titties, Maureen," he was saying. "You are one fine lady. That's it, down on your knees. Lick it. Ahh, that's good. Now take it into your mouth -- mm! -- fine, fine bitch. That's it, mamma. Suck my black dick."

The sound was so clear I could hear muffled groans and slurps. My heart was thumping like a hammer. Standing there with my ear to the wall I lost all track of time. I heard a loud groan, then Mr Jack***'s gruff voice again.

"All right, bitch, get on the bed and open your legs. That's it. What a fine sight. Love that red pussy. Open them wider for Bones. Bones Jack*** gonna fuck your red pussy good. Gonna make you scream for Frankie."

My ****** spoke softly. I thought I could make out "Please don't hurt me."

"I ain't gonna hurt you baby. You can take this. Fine bitch like you. Tomorrow you'll be beggin' for more. Now lift that pussy. Show it to me. That's it. Easy does it."

I heard my ****** cry out, then a series of sounds -- the bed creaking, my ****** squeaking and groaning, and Mr Jack*** sighing and exclaiming. Occasionally he shouted out.

"Get in that pussy! Get in there! Take it all, bitch!"

It went on for a long time, then I heard him issue commands to my ******.

"Turn around now, bitch. Get on all fours like your husband. Show me that ass! That's it. Good girl."

There followed more rhythmic sounds accompanied by slaps and occasional cries from my ******. Finally there was a loud cry from my ******, faster thrusting and then a loud groan from Mr Jack***. Then all fell silent. I was in a daze of disbelief. I suddenly became aware of my own surroundings and feelings. I noticed to my shame that my penis was erect. In fact, it was hard as stone. I felt it throb, and then felt the cum spout forth into my pants. Burning with confusion and embarrassment, I cleaned myself up as best I could, then collapsed onto the bed. I only vaguely recall hearing Mr Jack*** leave. When I emerged hours later, my ****** served us dinner in absolute silence. Not one word was said about Mr Jack***'s visit. After dinnner my ****** went out as usual, and my ****** made no attempt to stop him this time.

After that incredible day, Mr Jack*** visited regularly, once every couple of weeks, sometimes more, and every time my ****** would stand aside meekly while he had his way with my ******. He would even be subservient and offer him ****** when he arrived. I was told that I should also be hospitable toward Mr Jack***. My perverted spying became more sophisticated, and I managed to catch glimpses of the action several times, using keyholes, ladders and other devices. I saw my own ****** with her legs in the air, a black man pounding into her, her face flushed and her eyes closed. I saw her on her knees with Mr Jack***'s enormous cock in her mouth. Once I came home from school to find Mr Jack*** fucking my mom from behind over the kitchen table. I quietly crept closer and managed to see the whole act without detection. And every time I would masturbate furiously in my room. My ****** still gambled, and my ****** still payed the permanent interest on his debts.

One day, Mr Jack*** arrived in a huge new cadillac.

"Hey Frank," he said to my ****** as he sauntered into the house. "Like my new car? It needs a wash. Get to it."

I watched in disbelief as my ****** obeyed, and went out with his bucket to wash the car of the man who was fucking his wife inside. Worse was to come. The next time it happened, my ****** told me to help him wash Mr Jack***'s car. I angrily refused, only for Mr Jack*** to intervene and order me to do as he said. I always obeyed Mr Jack*** -- he was a man you just did not want to contradict. So it became a routine -- my ****** and I washing Mr Jack***'s cadillac while my ****** entertained him in the house, and my spying came to a natural end. Eventually I even began to enjoy the work and take pride in the finish of the exterior and the shine of the leather seats. It was all that my ****** and I had to take pride in on those days. I became a very thorough and accomplished cleaner and polisher.

Almost a year after Mr Jack***'s visits had begun, he arrived one day out of the blue, accompanied by two black men who were even bigger than him. My ****** told me they were his bodyguards as they came though the door.

"Get to work, Frank" said Mr Jack***, and my ****** went to fetch the cleaning things.

"What are they doing here?" I asked, somewhat testily, gesturing towards the two men.

"Shut your mouth and get outside, boy," Mr Jack*** rebuked me.

I looked at my ******.

"Its OK," she assured me. "Go on outside and clean the car."

I did as they asked. My ****** said nothing. As we washed the car I asked him what was going on inside.

"I don't know, ***," he said. "Its best not to interfere. Your ****** will be fine."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that but I knew I didn't like it. They took longer than usual inside and my ****** and I had to wait outside once we had finished, as Mr Jack*** had instructed us we should do. Eventually the three men came out, chuckling to each other.

"Hot damn!" said one of the men.

"Christmas bonus, boys," said Mr Jack***, and they drove away laughing.

The next time he visited Mr Jack*** came alone, but a few months later he again arrived with a stranger. This time it was a sharply-dressed black man, smaller and slighter than Mr Jack*** but a big man nonetheless. This time I took to my duties outside without a word, and my ****** did not mention the stranger the whole time we were washing the car. Again they were longer than usual inside the house, and the stranger smirked at my ****** as he emerged through the front door.

"I like your wife," he said. "You're a lucky man."

Then he laughed. As the two men walked towards the car, I saw the man hand two $50 bills to Mr Jack***. This episode was repeated a few times over the next few months, with a different man accompanying Mr Jack*** every time.

I started to get strange looks around the town, with people pointing and giggling. One day at school some older black boys called me over. One of them asked me about the "car wash" service we were running at our house.

"My uncle's a buddy of Bones Jack***, and he told me your place has the best service in town," he said, and the two other boys collapsed in peals of laughter.

Worse was to come. A couple of weeks later, when Mr Jack*** arrived at our house, the same three boys who had teased me at school were with him. My heart sank when I saw them. They were giggling with excitement as they got out of the car.

"Get to the car, washer-boy!" one of them shouted. "We're gonna pay a visit to your mom!"

It was dark by the time my ****** and I were allowed back into the house. The boys came out gloating and making obscene gestures, gestures which would become horribly familiar to me as they taunted me in the schoolyard in the months to come. Everyone has heard their ****** called a whore at one time or another, but for me, I knew that the taunts were true, and I flushed with shame every time I heard it. Several times the boys would beat me, just for fun, and tell me I was a sissy wimp just like my ******, and that I should learn to suck dick like my ******.

One day the black boys accosted me in the locker room while they were changing from football practice. The ringleader, Duane, made me kneel in front of him, then took his penis out in front of my face. He told me he was going to make me suck it. I can still see that thick black penis, hanging menacingly close to my nose. I could smell the sweat on it. When he told me to lick it, I extended my tongue, but he pulled it away, laughing and calling me a faggot. The other boys slapped my face and gave me some kicks.

That night, despite my ***********, I found myself masturbating and thinking about what had happened, and what might have happened. I imagined Duane's thick black cock in my mouth, imagined sucking and worshipping it as I had seen my ****** do. I had never felt so horny as I stroked my little cock and drifted away in fantasy.

School became hell for me after that, and I was very isolated. No boys wanted to be seen associating with me, and no girl would look at me, for they all saw the treatment I got, and had probably heard the rumors about my family too. But worse was to come.

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Karen's Master


Karen Spreads

Karen felt the heat overwhelm her as she lay back on the bed. A round drop of sweat rolled down her upper lip. Her forehead glistened. A slight breeze from the window gave her a momentary sliver of cool. But she was wet all over, having rushed over in the heat of the morning through the park, straight from dropping off the kids. The sweat made her whole body feel slippery, afloat, unreal, in the folds under her arms and her breasts. Between her legs. Her cheeks were red, and there were little flushed patches all over her body, as though it had already happened.

She had been more than distracted, she had thought of nothing else since the phone call at the breakfast table, his name flashing up -- James -- and the whole space, a family morning scene, changing utterly in an instant. Her husband's glance, knowing, but powerless, meek. She had ducked into the garden to receive the curt summons, her first in over a week. It had felt like the longest week of her life, filled with longing, daydreams, questioning, speculation, panic, and desire. Then as she hung up, even her own ******** were almost invisible to her, they seemed nothing but a chore to be completed as soon as could be, terrible to think it but so true in that moment that she could not deny it to herself.

So she had hurried from the school, almost delirious with anticipation, the sunshine bringing a sweat that she barely noticed, and it was all that she could do to keep the semblance of composure and stop herself from running all the way to his flat. The greetings of other parents, neighbours on their way to work, were all ignored. Her mind was on one thing only, her throat dry with the thought of it, the rest of her body moist, not least her sex. Her knickers -- just plain white briefs, if only she had known -- were wet by the time she got to his block, flustered and hot. And now she lay on his bed, naked, shining, waiting. He liked to make her wait. In her wildest fantasies she had wanted some kind of greeting, but he had just thrown open the door, pointed, and said the fewest words possible to her:

"On the bed. Naked. Spread."

Then he went back to his phone call, strolling into the living room in his white vest and boxers, the white of the vest setting off his jet-black skin, his biceps accentuated as he held the phone to his ear, and not a bead of sweat on him. He had not met her eye. As she lay on his bed, breathless, her desire only grew by the second as she obeyed the last of his commands and spread her legs for him. She felt shivery in the heat as she lay ready for him in this most basic and ****** of postures, the human equivalent of 'presenting'.

It excited her that he wanted her like this. She looked down at her body, thirty eight years old in a few months, a little fuller around the tummy after two births, a little longer in the breast, and it thrilled her that this body should be an object of desire for James - a black man, a man who was, in her eyes, little short of physical perfection. Oh, he didn't love her, or worship her as she worshipped him, she knew that well enough. But even to be used for his pleasure, just for a time, was a thrill enough for her. The seconds ticked by, and turned into minutes. And still Karen lay there with her legs spread, waiting for him.

She looked down at her cunt. It looked and felt beautiful to her now, no longer a thing to be hidden away, intellectualised out of existence, but the centre of her being. It was as if her whole life and soul radiated out from between her legs. It made her laugh to remember that she had once thought herself a feminist. No, she thought, this cunt is me, open, glistening, waiting to be penetrated and used for its Master's coarse pleasure. That was her reason for being, above all others. The little coiled hairs had grown back, and there was a trim bush that she hoped would not displease him.

It had been eleven days since she had last been here. As she waited, feverish, Karen wondered again who he had been with. She had tried to bat away feelings of jealousy. For one thing, she was a married woman herself. More importantly she knew that a man like James was too great a sexual ***** to ever restrict himself, he was a man who saw whatever he wanted as his right to take, and the world generally went along with that.

He had had many women, she knew that. He had different 'interests' that he liked to pursue, some of which he had told her about and some of which she had picked up in their five-month acquaintance. There were black women. He still had a taste for 'sisters', and she had even seen him once by chance in the street, with a proud, shapely young woman with extravagant golden braided hair, who had seemed to look down her nose at Karen as though she pegged her as a rival, despite the affectation of not knowing each other that Karen and James had performed. Then he liked what he called 'party girls'. When pressed, it seemed like this meant young white girls, often teenagers, that he picked up in clubs. But he never went back to them, he just used them once then threw them away -- his words. He also liked to try women of different races and nationalities, and he had boasted once that he had had Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Latino, French and any kind of women you cared to mention. But what made it so hard to hold off her jealousy was also, perversely, the thing that should have given her comfort. James's greatest interest, his passion, his 'hobby' as he had once called it, was fucking married white women.

So on the one hand, Karen knew that she fell into his favourite category of sexual adventure. On the other hand, she knew it was unusual for him to go that long -- eleven days -- without indulging in his passion. All of which led her to the suspicion that there was another little white wife on the scene, which ****** her in a way that no number of party-girl or 'sister' rivals ever could. She resolved, somehow, to try to find out. But for now, she was glad to be back in his bed, waiting.

It must have been half an hour at least that she lay there. It felt longer. She gasped inwardly when he appeared in the doorway, a slight sneer breaking his lip. She was wide-eyed, gazing at him, and she stretched her legs a little wider, offering her cunt, showing him. He grinned and nodded slightly -- good girl, he seemed to be saying. She started to breathe heavily as he took his vest off in one movement, displaying that beautiful tall black torso from above her.

Then the boxers came down. This was it, hello again, God she had missed it terribly, this thing of dark, veined beauty that occupied almost all of her waking thoughts. His cock. Flaccid, heavy, swaying, menacing, magnificent. Black. Jet black. A thing of worship. Conqueror of countless women. How many gloried in it as she did? Quite a few in all likelihood. He held it gently in one hand, teasingly brushed the tip against her wet cunt lips as it stiffened.

"Oh God. Oh James. Please ..."

This wasn't like the first time, when she had feared it. She knew she could take it all, in her cunt, feel the thick, long, hot darkness inside her, taking over her body. She was proud of her cunt, proud that it had been in a state of perfect union with such a God-like cock and taken it all. She was bigger inside, looser, since the kids, she knew that, and Richard had remarked on it, their sex life had suffered, and she could feel herself that her husband's penis would never fit snugly again but thrash about awkwardly, as if lost. So for a time she had felt some loss. But now, with James, it was so, so different. His penetration, his power, his fucking, was something altogether different to whatever she had done with Richard. This was a man and a woman in union as God intended. His cock becoming her, taking her body, owning her.

It only made the anticipation more intense as she saw it reach its full growth in his hand, and he stepped forward to claim her married cunt again. Almost touching, looking, gasping. The size of it. Then the first contact, always electric, so different. The huge brown head on her wet lips, barging her clit, shoving rudely like a battering ram for the length it led. She groaned, loud, shameless, as he slid inside her and started to slowly thrust. She felt whole again, a whole woman, with the missing piece restored, as though her spine had been removed and replaced. The shudder came so quickly, maybe the third thrust, as she came for the first time. He looked down at her, savouring his conquest, then took over and went at her hard and selfish, almost wild. To be fucked so hard by that cock, for so long, took her to another plane, one she could never quite recapture when she masturbated. There were shrieks and moans, gallons of sweat pouring out of her. He stopped for a second -- after 10 minutes? 20? 30? -- to flip her onto all fours.

Again he made her wait for a moment. She waited for the hot tip of the cock to touch her wet behind, but felt a hard spank instead, and orgasmed again. He carried on slapping her as he fucked her from behind, and his black hips slapped into her ample white flesh to create a parallel and continuous slap. Her tits swayed furiously as he pounded her. She knew he liked to see that, and knowing it added to her delirium. When he was close to coming, he grabbed her waist so hard, thrust his hips so hard, went so far inside her with his cock that she felt it must break her. She felt the extra throb in his cock as the white essence gushed out into her cunt. Ten, twenty ever harder thrusts, and he was done with her.

That was all he wanted that day. He woke up wanting a hard fuck, he told her. She thanked him for calling her and not someone else. Was it because she was closest, she asked, half-joking. He didn't quite answer but told her:

"I felt like fucking another man's wife. Some white pussy."

As they lay there in the heat she took his cock into her mouth, gently, cleaned it for him, lovingly and greedily, with her tongue. Then he had to go, but instead of kicking her out, full of his cum, as he had done so many times, he told her she could stay in the flat if she wanted. Karen was thrilled, overwhelmed with gratitude. Just to be there in his bed, alone, fucked, used, trusted.

Snooping. Such a thrill, tiptoeing naked around his flat. Not quite naked - she had pulled on her plain white panties, out of some strange sense of shy half-propriety, covering her sated pussy, filled with his seed. Knowing he could bound through the door at any moment (although he probably wouldn't) just added to the excitement. Obsessed with James, she wanted to know more about him. She wanted to know his secrets. She opened drawers, and felt a frisson of fear each time, giving her goosebumps.

Did he have porn? Every man did, that's what her husband had told her, shamefaced, when she had discovered his bizarre box in their basement. That day came back to her as she gently poked around James's bedroom. Richard's fallen face when she showed him. His stumbling attempts to explain. Then the tears and the confessions. She had looked through it all, horrified but fascinated. DVDs. Women's underwear. Magazines, some straight top shelf stuff, others with stronger images of sex acts. Always the same theme, the same types -- black men and white women. Karen had never seen black men's cocks before. She had felt more than a tingling as she leafed through it all, alone in the basement, seeing those thick, long, smooth dark organs, so different to Richard's pale flabby little thing. Then the faces of the women, white women like her, some young, some middle-aged. Looking at the camera with black cocks in their mouths.

One picture, one pretty white brunette in particular had captivated Karen, and despite her feelings of revulsion she kept going back to look at that one. The woman's grey-blue eyes looking straight at the camera. Her pretty lips stretched, mouth wide, filled with a thick, dark, black man's cock. A hint of a grin, a beckoning, or a challenge, dimpling those soft white cheeks. The eyes too seemed to speak to her. Ooh, look at me. Aren't I a bad girl? You're no better. I know you're curious. I know you're excited. You're thinking about it now. You'd love to try it. She had put the box away, taken a long shower, masturbating, then waited for her husband to come home.

Did James have something like that? She couldn't imagine it. Her husband was a fantasist, a pervert. James was a man. He lived in the real world, for himself. He didn't have to dream about sex between black men and white women, about what it was like to feed a long black cock into a waiting white pussy. About what it was like to see it. No, she couldn't imagine it. But she kept looking all the same. In his drawers. Under the bed. Then in his wardrobe. There. A white box, larger than a shoebox, heavy as she eased it to the floor. Shocked when she opened it, but it soon became clear and she exhaled heavily, a mixture of relief and excitement. This was James's private collection, no doubt about that. But this was pictures of real people, of James himself. This was real life, photographed, not some fantasy world. Karen sat on the floor in her white knickers, breathed deeply, her heart pounding, and prepared herself for the thrill of it, the excitement of what she was about to do and see. She couldn't resist. The risk that he might return -- what would he do? Punish her? It was all part of it. She was going to take her time. She wanted to see all of it.

There were pictures, prints. Lots of women and girls, on James's bed, nude, in their underwear. Tied up. That's a thought. Kneeling, mouth open. Taken from above. She knew that pose. He liked that. Liked making her wait like that, teasing her with his cock, showing it to her, right in her face, coming close to her lips, but not letting her lick, not letting her suck as she longed to, till he was good and ready. The pictures backed up his boasts, there were all kinds of women in there. These were just the ones he had photographed -- how many more were there? Karen herself had never been photographed, and she had been here countless times. There were pictures with James in them. Usually his cock. In a woman's mouth. Penetrating white pussy as his conquest lay back on the bed, legs spread joyfully.

There were a couple of toys. Handcuffs. Then a metal chain, which she pulled, and out came a full leash and handle with a metal-studded leather dog collar. A little shiver when she saw that. He had never shown it to her, never suggested it. Hands trembling, she raised the collar, tried it on around her neck, felt the cold metal studs on her hot skin, and felt light-headed. Oh, she wanted that. How could she let him know? She sat and savoured the thought for a while.

She had almost reached the bottom of the box. There were some DVDs, plain, homemade. Another time maybe. If only she could ask him, and watch them with him. Real video, she had no doubt of that. James with other women. Watching porn together had perked up her sex life with Richard a little after her discovery and his pathetic blubbed confessions. Things had developed a little. It started with straight 70s stuff, then when she asked for something 'different', out came the ones with the black men and white women. She had loved those as much as her husband did. It showed in the sex. They gradually started talking more, and she made no secret of it, her enjoyment of those. He always let her choose which ones to watch, and she always chose her favourite black 'actors', envying the women, those sluts.

Right at the bottom, a plain black album. His prize possession? It felt like it somehow. She carefully opened it. On the first page, a wedding photo. A young white couple, the husband handsome if a little short. The beaming bride in her twenties, the picture looked to be about fifteen years old judging from her shoulder length wavy hairstyle. Then on the facing page, a woman on her knees, James's cock in her mouth, looking up at him, wide-eyed, as he took the picture. The same woman. Older now, around forty maybe. Her wedding and engagement rings clearly visible against the black veined skin of his cock as she gently held it. The next page had pictures of her spread out on his bed, the way he liked his women to wait for him, and then one of him fucking her, her face flushed pink.

Karen's heart walloped against her breast as she turned the pages. Who was this woman? Was this album all about her? But then on the next page, another wedding photo. A different couple. Bouffant hair, cheap and chintzy dress, this must have been taken in the eighties, and the couple had a working class look about them. Then opposite, as before, the white wife servicing James, wedding ring and all. So this was his private collection. His hobby in an album. Karen herself hadn't even made it into his married white sluts album. The pages went on in the same format, wedding photo of the happy couple, then the slut conquered by James on the following page or pages. Couple after couple. She counted seventeen in all. There were a few gimmicky, kinky shots, where James had had a little fun. One was of him fucking a woman in front of pictures of her wedding and her ********, obviously in her home. There was one woman fucked in her wedding dress by James, not long after the wedding judging by the comparison with the real wedding shot -- she still looked young. There were a couple of real nasty, hot ones. Those were the ones that Karen kept flicking back to. One, a white woman with her legs spread. On the page facing, as usual, were the woman on her wedding day and her hapless husband. She appeared to have a small tattoo just next to her cunt, which Karen could just about make out -- did that say 'James's Bitch'? Karen started to touch herself when she saw that. Then another, a wife wearing the dog collar she had found in the box, kneeling at James's feet, with her Master holding the leash.

Karen was breathing hard as she closed the book. Something stuck in her memory, more than all the shocking and thrilling images she had seen. A woman's face, familiar somehow. She flicked back through the collection of wives. There she was, the one Karen remembered, close to the end of the book. Dark curly hair, slim, Jewish-looking. The usual slut poses. Jewish wedding photograph. Karen racked her memory as she put the box away and lay back on the bed. She tried to empty her mind and let it come to her. Her fingers drifted into her panties again. Then it came. Rachel. A member of her husband's tennis club. On the board of directors at the kids' school. A lawyer or something? A magistrate. A slut.

She had been in James's flat alone for two hours when her phone rang. It was him.

"You still there?"

"Yes James. I'm sorry, do you want me to leave?"

"No. Stay. I want a bitch on my bed when I get back. So wait there, assume the position ..." he laughed, "don't know when I'll be back though."

"Of course James. But I have to leave at three to collect the kids."

"OK. I'll get someone else round if I'm not back then."

Then he hung up. Something stung her in his last words, but somehow thrilled her a little as well. She was just a piece of cunt to him, interchangeable and replaceable. She was just one of over a dozen married white women that he had fucked and used, in some cases even branded as his property. She had to look in the album again. She wanted what they had, these sluts. She had part of it, but not all of it. How could she show him?

After a quick shower, and one last lingering browse through James's collection of married women and cuckolded white men, Karen lay back on the bed again. She peeled her knickers down and spread her legs. Then she waited. It was almost one. She knew she might be waiting here like his whore for two hours and not get fucked at the end of it. But she liked it, she wanted to go further, submit her body to him for his use, whether he took advantage or not. The clock ticked away, the occasional breeze drifting across her naked white body. As it got closer to three, she started to feel regret. She wondered who he would call to take her place. Finally, reluctantly, having left it as late as she possibly could, she dressed and closed the door behind her. Out in the street, in a hurry just as she had been in the morning, she hardly noticed the people she passed. She had already dashed past a blur of a woman, slim, black curly hair, a few grey streaks. Then she turned. Was it Rachel? She strained to see the woman's face and catch her direction. She couldn't quite see. The woman turned left towards James's flat. Karen wanted to follow, but had to get the ********, so she marched off again in the opposite direction, more flustered than ever.

Karen's fingers were shaking as she held the photograph, checking for the third time that she had brought it as she waited for James to answer the door. She could have made a copy, but she had ripped it straight out of the wedding album. It felt like more of an offering that way, a sacrifice, and token of obeisance. Richard would not notice it was gone, not for a long time. Perhaps his ****** would be the first to notice, she always liked to look through the albums when she came.

She looked down at the photo, the happy couple. Richard beaming proudly, Karen slim, white, innocent. No hint of what the future held for this marriage, for this couple. The thought excited her somehow. The beautiful contrast between the innocence of the picture and the wicked destiny she was leading it to, the sordid design which had held the tingle in her panties ever since she had taken it from the album and secreted it away in her handbag while she waited for the summons from James. It had only been four days as it turned out, but those days had been ******* more than ever before, now that she had seen a glimpse of James's world. Who was he with? How far was he going with his hobby this time?

Karen felt her knees weaken and hurriedly pushed the picture into her bag as James opened the door. He moved aside to let her enter, then slammed the door. He said nothing. He placed his hands gently on her shoulders. She knew what that command meant, and sank to her knees, shuddering.

"James, I ... "

He placed two black fingers over her mouth, the inside skin white and hard against her lips.

"Don't talk, bitch. Later."

His hand moved to his fly. She knew what he wanted. He seemed impatient, he had a need to be fulfilled and as always Karen was thrilled to think it was her that he wanted to please him. The sharp crackle of the zip as it lowered rang loud in her ears. Time seemed to stand still. Now she was the impatient one. Her breasts moved under her heavy breath as she waited, kneeling, her tongue sliding about ************* inside her mouth, salivating at what she was about to receive. The heavy, heaving bulge on the black lycra. Dormant power. Her eyes were fixed on the thing, her mind empty of everything, giving itself to worship this thing. Her body, knees digging into the carpet, her full, sagging breasts, her stretchmarked belly, her moistening cunt, all of it had but one purpose which was to serve this thing, to worship it and give it pleasure. This cock. How much of every day did she spend thinking and dreaming about it? What a slut, what an air-headed bimbo she had become, thinking only of this black man's cock all day. But it felt so right, so natural. When she let her mind wander, this was where it wandered to. Why resist nature?

He reached into the lycra shorts and took the thing out, letting it swing down heavily in front of her face.

"Oh God," she gasped ************* at the sight of the beautiful black organ. Her heart thumped, she was breathing heavily as she opened her mouth and let her tongue extend to lick it.

The hot touch of the cock against her tongue was just as magical as the first time. She licked, lovingly, with the tip of her tongue, all along the immense length of it, worshipping with all the restraint she could muster. She knew he liked it slow like that. She licked down the growing shaft to his huge black balls, and applied her tongue lower down, all around his crinkled dark globes of pure manhood. His first groan of approval sent shivers all over her kneeling body. How she loved to please him!

The mighty cock was stiffening now, growing in length and girth to what Karen knew to be a quite awesome full size. Sometimes she found herself laughing out loud when she thought of the comparison with her husband's floppy little thing. Karen knew what James liked. She continued to lick along the shaft and under the bulbous round head, tickling it with her tongue, until the moment that James gave the unspoken command to suck.

After several minutes of devoted tongue-ing from her kneeling position, the command came. He grabbed the hair on the back of her head into his fist, almost ******* her mouth wide open. Obediently she opened wide, took the black cock head into her mouth and sucked, eyes up on James as if for approval, she knew he liked that too. The head was quite a mouthful, not much smaller than a tennis ball, and she sucked it gently while stroking her tongue along the taught groove underneath. My oh my. Now she was groaning with pleasure too. Her cheeks tightened with each sucking motion, but the cock filled her mouth so much there was little movement, just the tightening of the little muscles in her cheeks. Slowly she worked down, extending as much as she could of the huge thing down into her throat.

She had practised at home for him, wanting to do better for him, give him the pleasure he deserved. She had bought a huge black toy (her husband had seen it and made no comment), which of course had multiple uses, and practised until she was now quite accomplished at taking such a large thing into her throat. She could see that it was pleasing James as she took it almost all the way, up and down. Like a real whore. His married white whore. Karen knew she had competition and wanted to get the edge however she could.

She felt the cock penetrate her throat, avoiding the gagging that would spoil his pleasure. It was so deep that she felt the wiry, black pubic hairs brush against her nose, inhaling their musky, manly smell. Her pretty face, the face in the wedding picture, just an orifice, just a cunt for his cock to fuck now. Her whole head and neck like an elaborate white cunt for him. He felt it and made some slow thrusts, fucking her mouth and throat. She made a muffled groan of approval, and he grabbed her hair again and thrust harder. When Richard had tried to thrust into her mouth, early in their marriage, she had reacted with fury, throwing him off and rejecting him for days. With James it was so different. She wanted him to fuck her head like this, to do whatever he wanted with her body, she just wanted to satisfy his cock.

Her face was red, there were tears in her eyes as the intense fucking and sucking went on, Karen on her knees in the hallway, James standing imperious over her, using her face as his fuck-toy. She lost her sense of time, caught up in the physical sensation of having her mouth and throat filled with cock as never before, being fucked and used so beautifully, so selfishly. Her make up that she had spent so long applying, wanting to look pretty for James in her middle age, all a mess now of cock juice and sweat and tears. It was not just physical, it was overwhelming emotionally for her. Never had she felt so subservient, such as sense of worship and gift of herself to another. Her Master.

His grunting and thrusting was getting wilder, he arched his strong back and it was all she could do to keep her mouth on the thing, keep sucking when she could and stay on her knees. He grabbed her head with some violence now and held it down on his cock, deep in her throat. She braced herself and felt the hot jet in her throat, opening further, determined to take it all. She felt it pump through his cock, ten, twelve pumps, then slow, the cock mercifully relenting and softening in her mouth. A lot of cum had gone straight down her throat, now the fat cock head lay on her tongue, still oozing white essence. She savoured it in her mouth, licking the head again, then gazed up at James as she swallowed.

He grinned. "Good girl," he said, the closest to praise she had had in a long time.

She was still fully dressed, on her knees, face-fucked and used, full of his cum. Deliriously happy. She had never swallowed for Richard, in fact the very thought disgusted her. But for James it seemed a beautiful thing, an act of worship and devotion. Signifying something. A special bond, stronger than her marriage bond. Ownership.

He lifted her by her hair, a cruel contempt in his eyes, so aware and sure of his power over her. He zipped up.

"Thank you James," she said, wiping her mouth and dabbing at her mascara.

"OK. Now get out of here, bitch, I got things to do today."

"Wait ... please, James. I have something for you. Something special," she pleaded as he ushered her out the door.

She took the wedding photograph from her bag and put it in his hand. He looked down at it, grinned with cocksure recognition, then slammed the door in her face.

***

Karen felt her phone vibrate as she stood chatting to the other ******s waiting to collect their ********. That name, she felt her heart thump when she saw it. James. Excusing herself from the conversation, she collected herself as best she could and answered.

"James! I'm so happy you're calling me ..."

"So you been pokin' round my house bitch?"

"I ... yes ... James I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I was so excited. I wanted to know you better. To be better for you. Give you what you need. James you know ... I'll do anything for you James. Anything."

"Get over here tonight. Nine. Your husband will understand." Then he hung up.

It was the first time she had been to James's place in the hours of darkness since that first time she had given herself to him, and walking the dark street on the approach called it back into her mind, walking that night, shaking with nerves, compelled by her own desire and frustration to go home with this man she had only met a couple of hours before. Walking away from the pub with a black man, feeling the eyes on her, a white woman walking away from her husband, the flush of ******* taking her inhibition away, the black man's hand on the seat of her jeans as they stepped through the door. The black man her husband had met online, cultivated and now introduced to her, how strange and twisted, yet how exciting and irresistible at the same time. A very modern way of meeting to be sure, but the mixture of fear and exhilaration, pride and shame that she felt when she looked up at this dark man, or looked at her white hand in his black hand, was distinctly un-modern. Ancient, primal somehow. More powerful than modern morality or political correctness. A feeling, a magnetism, something natural that was sweeping all before it.

That feeling had only grown in power from that first night until now, as Karen obeyed his summons and walked in her evening high heels up to those same steps, those same emotions ... fear at what he might do to her, excitement at not knowing, the thrill of being in his power ... they were all still there, magnified tenfold.

Trembling fingers as she knocked. The usual wait in the dark hall. The door swept open. James, she could barely meet his eyes, beckoning her inside. A camera on a tripod in middle of the living room. He looked down at her shoes.

"Take your clothes off. Leave the shoes on."

He left the room and she disrobed as quickly as she could so that when he returned she stood, naked and exposed, in only her high heels, like a piece of merchandise available for his use. When James returned she shivered as she glanced at his hand. He was carrying the dog collar and chain, and what looked like a riding crop.

"So you want to be my bitch Karen? Not just a fucktoy, a real bitch, like those whores you saw when you poked around here? You think you're up to that?"

"Yes ... oh yes James. Anything ... please let me ... be your ... bitch."

It felt strange saying that word out loud. Strange but thrilling.

"A bitch needs training. You ready to be trained?"

"Yes James. Please train me to be your bitch."

"First of all I gotta punish you. Don't ever snoop around my place like that again."

"S...Sorry James. I won't, I swear."

"Bend over, bitch."

She bent over and touched her toes, exposing her ample, fleshy middle-aged bottom to him. She had bent for him before, but this time was different. Before she had felt the intoxicating anticipation of feeling the huge tip of his cock touch her pussy lips from behind. Now she waited for something else, something painful, something she had never experienced before. If anything the fear she felt brewed up an even greater excitement, as though something life-changing was about to happen to her. She was wet between her legs, and a bead of sweat dripped from her forehead, flushed from her upside-down posture. The seconds ticked by. James knew the power of making a woman wait. She knew something about what was coming, but didn't quite know what or when.

For a split second she heard the swish of the crop through the air, then felt a ringing, stinging pain as the first blow struck her. She couldn't remember a sharper feeling of pain, different from the agonizing ache of **********. She cried out, agony and ecstasy.

"You like that, bitch?"

"Y... Yes James. Thank you."

Another whiplash, without warning. Tears in her eyes now. Then another, and another in quick succession. She had never been physically punished before. Through the pain and tears she could feel a kind of liberation, a glorious ********** that took her outside of her humdrum self. One more savage blow, he was merciless now, enjoying his mastery and power. Then the hardest blow, and he appeared to stop.

Karen was holding back the tears and the stinging radiated from her behind now as he left her there, bent, naked, exposed, punished, humiliated. She felt a drop roll down the back of her thigh, the part she could never quite shed the cellulite from ... was it sweat? *****?

"On your knees now, bitch. Kneel."

She sank to her knees and looked up at him, mascara running down her cheeks.

"Anything to say to me before we start your training?"

"Th ... Thank you James."

He smiled, then dropped the crop. He retrieved the dog collar from his belt.

"You gonna take the collar now bitch. Bow your head for the collar."

She did as he commanded and lowered her head, exposing the back of her neck to him. Her whole body tingled with pleasure as she felt the cold metal of the studs on her neck, James's black fingers wrapping the leather around and fastening it. It felt mesmeric to feel it around her, on her knees for her Master, accepting the collar as a symbol of her status and role, her glorious **********, more than just a physical restraint that would facilitate his use of her.

"Down bitch."

She looked up at him, confused ... she was already on her knees.

"Right down. Kiss my feet."

She obeyed and stooped at his feet, feeling the tug of the leash on her neck as she did so. Her cold, trembling lips touched his black shoes and she puckered and kissed.

"Lick."

She extended her tongue and without a thought began this ultimate ********** and abasement, licking at his shoes. She felt the reverence, the worship, the primal exchange, and wallowed in it as she licked. All her love for her Master was playing out in her lapping, her leashed body giving utterly to him, so deserving of this.

***

Karen was sore as she crept back into her own bed. Richard was a*****, or at least pretending to be. She looked at the clock ... 04:38. Her training, a thrilling adventure, flashed through her mind. Being led around like a dog on all fours, leashed and collared. The perverted photos James had taken for his album. James standing, holding the leash, Karen on her knees at his feet, eyes on the camera. Another, with his huge flaccid cock draped over her shoulder ... a display of ownership, the cock owned her. Perhaps he would use that one opposite the pretty wedding picture she had given him.

Then finally, the reward, he had given his bitch what she came for, his cock ... he had never fucked her so hard. She had never been drilled and pounded like that, so intensely, for so long, losing all sensation and thought til she felt that being fucked was all that existed. Then when he flipped her around, a new experience, something she had never felt before as he ****** the huge cock head into her smaller, drum-tight hole. Pain, mixed with pleasure, just like the whipping she had taken, the cheeks still raw and sore from that as he pushed further into her. She wanted to accommodate him and finally she did as he thrust gloriously in and she felt his pubes touch her scars. His muscular thighs slapped against her as he buggered her mercilessly. Then hot cum inside there, another new sensation.

Now she ached with pleasure, felt the soreness in her cunt and behind, kept in her panties as she lay back in her own bed, too excited to *****, thinking of her new life as James's bitch, used and happy. How far she had come. She felt pride as she delicately traced her fingers along her scars as she lay in bed, there on her now, for her husband to see the next day perhaps, as she climbed out of the shower, a sign to show him how utterly she was owned by another, a kind of branding. The mark of her Master.

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What Happened


There's no way to start, but from the beginning.

I knew something was going on, I just couldn't say what. Several times, my wife and *** had acted nervous around me. Especially, my *** Chris. Loving and trusting Sharon, I couldn't imagine what was happening, was happening. But, once it unfolded, my perverted mind took over.

Anyway, one day, I got to work, only to be sent home. The office was shut down by a major power failure, within the building. One that wouldn't be fixed for a couple of days. I returned home, barely an hour after I left.

Chris had classes and Sharon was working at the Senior Center. As I approached the house, I noticed something between the shrubs and steps. It was a black camera bag, laying upside down, so it had obviously rolled off the steps.

At first, I thought it belonged to Chris. This one wasn't labeled and all of his stuff had his name plastered all over it. I opened it, and even the camera was plain. Chris always engraved his name on everything.

'Who the hell does this belong to?' I thought as I emptied the contents of the bag on the kitchen table. There was a card in the camera and a bunch of them in the bag, so I figured I'd look at one to see who was on it. That should tell me who owned the camera.

Sharon was in the video, walking around town. 'Ah, it is Chris,' he's filming his ****** shopping.' Then I got a shock. Sharon flashed her bare ass, in public, for the camera. Then she turned and pulled her sweater up. Her tits swaying in full view. 'What the fuck! What the hell's going on?'

The bare ass shot flashed in my mind, so I backed it up. Sure enough, when I looked closely, I could see her pussy. Sharon was exposing herself to our ***, in public. At least, I hoped it was our ***. No, I didn't! I damn sure didn't want it to be another man, either.

I turned it off and sat back, shaking. I couldn't think and pulled the card from the computer. I wanted to get rid of it and everything else in that bag. But, I couldn't. I had to see what else was on the card, what was on all of them. What else had they done? My wife and our ***, or, whoever was holding the camera.

After a few minutes of mental turmoil, I put the card back into the computer. The entire thing was, Sharon shopping and flashing the camera. She was doing it all over town. I never thought my wife would do something like that. Giving the camera full views, even in closeup, of her ass, pussy and tits. I fast-forwarded to the end and it was always the same activity.

I spotted a card that had Tim, written on it. I thought, 'Surely not, Timmy from next door.' I put it in and Sharon was doing dishes. Someone came in and it was Timmy. They exchanged 'Hi' and small talk. Then he walked over and pinned Sharon against the sink, from behind, as he reached around and grabbed her tits.

"Tim!" Sharon exclaimed. 'Yeah, that's it. Now turn around and slap the little ****.'

"Ya know what I need, Mrs. Thomas." He said as he pushed against her and went after her tits.

"Not now, Tim!" Sharon said as she tied to push back. "Can't you wait, until I finish the dishes?" 'What the fuck! What's this, can't you wait, ****?'

He jerked her blouse up, then her bra, exposing her tits and quickly grabbed them. "Aw, shut up and enjoy it, Mrs. Thomas. Ya know, ya want it."

He began pulling her nipples and she put her hands on the ledge to brace herself. Laying her head back, she moaned. He kissed her on the ear.

"Ya want me to fuck ya. Right here, Right now. Don't ya, Mrs Thomas?"

'WHAT! NO! FUCK HER! That little ***-of-a-bitch! We've known him since he was born. Babysat him, changed his diapers. He grew up with our ***, Chris, for Christ sake.'

He was already pulling her skirt up. "Say it, Mrs Thomas. C'mon, say it!" Sharon moaned and he slapped her ass. "SAY IT!" 'He's mine!'

Sharon weakly said, "Yes." As he pulled her panties down.

"Yes, what."

"I ... I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now."

"That's more like it, Mrs. Thomas." He said as he dropped his pants. "?Yur, m'slut, aren't ya?" He growled as he dry humped her asscheeks.

Sharon dropped her head, without saying anything.

"Ur my slut. Aren't ya? Huh?"

"Yes, Yes. I'm your slut." Sharon moaned wantonly.

Timmy moved back slightly and rubbed his cock on Sharon' pussy. "Ready. Tell me ta fuck ya, Mrs. Thomas. Tell me ta fuck ya."

"Fuck Me, Timmy. Fuck Me." Sharon moaned out loudly and pushed her ass back. The boy entered her to the hilt, in one movement. "Yes Baby, Yes. Fuck your slut."

'****, I've never heard Sharon talk like that.' He began thrusting into her as she pushed back to his pounding. Minute after minute after minute, he kept thrusting into her as she pushed back in response. 'Damn, I remember when I could fuck like that.'

After several minutes, the camera angle changed. It showed her juice running down her legs and dripping off his swinging balls.

"Gonna cum, Mrs Thomas. Ya want yur hot pussy fulla boy cum, don't ya, Mrs. Thomas?"

"Yes, yes, yessss. Give it to me. Gimme your cum."

His balls tightened as he slammed against her, filling her pussy with cum. Sharon began shaking harder than she had throughout the whole time.

"Oh God Yes, Timmy!" Sharon cried out.

When the boy finished twitching, he pulled out of Sharon' pussy and wiped his cock on her ass.

"Woo Hoo, that was a good fuck, Mrs Thomas. See ya, next time, I need ta get off." Then he kissed her bare butt and left.

It went black. The damn thing was over. 'Jesus Fucking Christ! I can't believe this ****.' Even though I was pissed as hell, I had a damn hardon. It turned me on, watching that young kid, fuck my wife as if he owned her.

I felt betrayed. I mean, how could she? If she walked in right now, I'd fuck her just like he just did. ***-of-a-bitch, this is turning me on. AND, Who The Fuck Is Holding The Camera!? My mind is telling me, it's our ***, Chris. Is he fucking her too? Is our ***, fucking his ******? I guess, if he is, it'll be on one of these cards.

The next card, I saw, had Jack on it. 'Jack? Jack? Jack, who? Jack, her boss? Jack, at the grocery store? Jack, at church? Jack, who?' I put it in.

Sharon was sitting on the couch, crocheting. I could hear the front door followed by footsteps. Then hands appeared on her shoulders.

Sharon glanced up, smiled and cheerfully said, "Hi there."

"Hi, Mrs Thomas. Guess you heard the door, huh?"

"Yes Jack, you weren't very quiet."

He came around and stood next to Sharon' legs. He was only visible from the waist down.

"What are you up to, Jack?" Sharon said, without stopping her crocheting.

"Well, Mrs. Thomas, you owe me something."

"And, what might you be referring to?"

"Come on, Mrs. Thomas. You said, you'd do something, if I graduated. I graduated top of the class. I even beat Chris and that bitch, Stephanie."

Sharon looked up. "Yes Jack, you did. And, I'm very proud of you. You went from almost failing, one year, to top of the class, the next."

He unzipped his jeans and pulled his half-erect cock out. "Well Mrs. Thomas. It's time you paid up and suck me off, like you said you would."

"Jack! You don't have to be so crude. Now, put that away, and sit down. We need to talk."

"Naw, the talkin was done, when you said you'd do it." He reached out and pulled her head to his cock. "Now, get to suckin me off, like ya said."

I recognized the voice. It was Jack Peter*** from down the street. His family moved here, when Chris was six. 'When did kids get aggressive like this. I mean, ****, when I was their age, I never woulda done that.'

"C'mon, Mrs. Thomas."

I could barely hear Sharon. Her voice was muffled from being pulled against the young man. "Jack. You have to let go, so I can."

Sharon moved back, took his cock in her hand and looked up at him. "Jack, can't we talk a little, relax and work up to it?"

"It's all I've thought about, since graduation, last week. Now, I want what you promised, not to talk."

"OK, OK! You'll get what I promised." Sharon said half-heartedly, as she stroked his now fully hard cock.

"Then, Do it, Mrs. Thomas! Suck me off, like ya said."

Sharon put his cockhead in her mouth and started one of her, very familiar to me, blowjobs. Her lips moving up and down his shaft, gripping tightly. Her tongue massaging as she moved her head back and forth. Tickling his balls, with her fingertips. Man, I could feel it myself.

"Oh God, Mrs. Thomas. That feels good. I hope ya didn't lie. I really hope, ya didn't lie, about lettin me cum in your mouth. ... Oh, Jesus, Mrs. Thomas. That feels, really good!"

I noticed Sharon had moved her free hand between her own legs. She was rubbing away, getting herself off, as she sucked his young cock.

"Oh God, Mrs ..." The boy didn't finish. He grabbed Sharon' head and jammed his cock deeper in her mouth as he started cuming. His head fell forward as he grunted loudly while his body jerked in orgasm.

Sharon was having an orgasm of her own. Her lips were milking the boys spewing cock as her hand was buried in her pussy causing her to shake. As Jack' orgasm subsided, Sharon gripped his cock and sucked hard to get every drop of cum.

Letting his cock out of her mouth, Sharon leaned back and pulled her fingers out of her pussy. Jack' jaw dropped as he watched. She quickly licked and sucked her juices from her hand. Suddenly, Jack grabbed her legs and pulled them up, pinning her down.

"Damn, Mrs. Thomas! You ain't wearin panties!

"Jack! Please! Let me go!" Sharon objected and squirmed to get free. "I've kept my promise. Now, let me up."

"Ooooh, I don't think so, Mrs. Thomas. Yur pussy's all wet. And it ... it looks all red and swollen." He moved forward, touching his still hard, young cock to her pussy. "Bet a cock'd feel better n yur hand."

"Don't! Jack!"

He was moving his hips, rubbing his cock up and down her pussy. "You sure bout that, Mrs. Thomas? Yur pussy's gettin wetter and it sure feels hot. Ya sure, ya don't want me to?"

"No-o." Sharon said weakly with her eyes closed.

He pressed harder against her and began moving faster. His hard young cock was parting her pussylips and rubbing across her clit. Her hips began moving as she was responding to his movements.

"No, what, Mrs. Thomas? Ya want me to, don't ya?"

Sharon' breathing increased as her own movements matched his. She moaned, "Yes."

"Ya want me ta fuck ya, Mrs. Thomas? Do ya? Ya want fucked?"

It looked like she was trying to out move him with her hips and get his cock inside her. "Yessss! Fuck me."

He had a sly smirk. "Remember when I was little and you always made me say the magic word?"

"Yes, Please."

"Please, what, Mrs. Thomas?" He stopped moving but she was still trying to find the end of his cock, with her pussy. "Please, what?"

Sharon opened her eyes with a frantic look. "Oh God, Please! Jack! Please, Fuck Me!"

"That's better. You can put my cock in yur pussy, now." He said, as he let go of her legs and straightened up.

Sharon grabbed his cock with one hand and opened her pussy with the other, like a streetwalking whore. 'Oh, ****! I shouldn't be thinking my wife's a whore.' Wiggling her ass and pulling on his cock, she got the head in. She squirmed around and looked at him, pleadingly. But, he didn't move.

"Oh, God, Jack, Fuck me. We don't have much time." She was begging.

"Time? What ya mean, Mrs. Thomas?"

"My husband'll be home." She moaned as she wiggled around on the head of his cock, trying to urge him on.

"Yeah, ****, we don't want your ol' man catchin us." He said as he pushed his cock into my wife' pussy and started pounding away.

Sharon closed her eyes and started moaning with her head back as the boy pounded his cock into her pussy. '****! He can fuck!' She was getting wetter and wetter making the noise of their slapping together louder and louder.

"Show me yur tits, Mrs. Thomas. I wanna see them tits."

Without hesitation, Sharon pulled her top and bra up, in one motion. Her tits bouncing up and down, to the boys pounding cock.

"God, they're nice! Not saggy and wrinkled, like my moms." He said as he reached for them. "These things feel as good as my girlfriend'." Sharon moaned loudly and began shaking, obviously having an orgasm.

The boy began grunting as he mauled her tits and jack-hammered his cock into her pussy. Sharon was having multiple orgasms. I could tell from her flushed face and chest, along with her breathing, moaning and shaking.

I don't know what gave the boy his stamina. The beginning blowjob, youth, or a combination of both. But, for almost twenty minutes, it was rapid, full-length, blinding fast, thrusting into my wife. I have to admit, I haven't fucked her like that, for some time and was envious.

"Gonna cum."

"Not in me! PULL OUT!"

"Ohhhh!" He grunted. "Gawd! Too late."

"Oh ****! Do it Jack. Do it." Her legs wrapped around him as she grabbed his ass. "Unload your balls, Baby. Give it to me."

He looked like he was having a spastic fit, jerking around, as he dumped his load in her pussy. As he stopped cuming, he slowed down but kept thrusting, slowly, and fell on top of her.

Breathing heavily, he gasped, "Was I good, Mrs. Thomas? Was I good?"

"Oh My God, Yes! Jack! You were fantastic, baby, Fan-Tastic!" She replied as she kissed all over the side of his face. There was the sound of traffic, outside. "****! Charlie's home! ... Get out the back, quick!"

Jack jumped up. Pulling his pants up, he hurried toward the kitchen and back door. Sharon, moved a little slower, but still went quickly toward the bathroom. And, this card video went black.

I had to take a break. I couldn't believe, I had a painful hardon from watching my wife fuck two neighbor boys. Damn, this was the hottest porn, I've ever watched. I just didn't like it being my wife. At the same time, I was never more turned on in my life. My perversion had me wanting her fucking our ***, next.

I needed a *****, and I don't ***** much. I fixed myself a big one and walked around, mumbling to myself. The perversions in my mind, went into overdrive. I knew the cameraman had to be Chris. And, if he's recording his ****** doing these things, well, he must be tapping it too.

I was into my second glass when I started thinking about our ********, Sherry. Fuckin her. Hell, everybody, fuckin her. Mostly, I thought about my wife and those boys. And, our boy. Was there a video of it? There were a few left to watch. 'Jesus, I hope so.' I thought.

The next two were more of one or the other boy taking charge of Sharon. Like she had no choice in the matter. She was going to suck them off or fuck them, no matter what she was doing. She didn't really resist much, it seemed. Just letting them do what they wanted.

They fucked her, in the kitchen, the living room, bathroom and back yard. I got a start at the end of the last one.

The camera was looking into the kitchen from the outside. A hand came up, tapping on the window. Sharon looked out and smiled, then she turned and looked back. There I was, sitting in the living room, watching TV.

Sharon dried her hands and went outside. As soon as she was out the door, she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. She was braless as she was a lot, in the evenings. The camera swung to Jack' smiling face. Then the camera swung back up to show me.

Sharon walked over to Jack, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. As they kissed, the camera went back and forth, showing me and then her with her young lover. After several minutes of kissing and Jack playing with her tits, she slid down in front of him.

She began undoing his pants and again the camera showed me. When it went back to them, she was already stroking his hard cock. Then she began blowing him. She put her hands on his hips and slowly took his entire length in her mouth.

A mouth only, blowjob. Slowly in, slowly out, keeping her hands on his hips. Every couple of minutes, the camera would go up to show me and back down to her sucking Jack. Several minutes passed as I watched this panning back and forth. I tried to think of when it could have happened.

When Jack put his hands on her head, I knew he was going to cum. Sharon moved her hands to his asscheeks and pulled him to her face. 'God, I love it when she does that.' When Jack finished cuming, she let his soft cock out of her mouth with a smile.

Slowly she stood and kissed him again and his hands went to her tits, like magnets. Jack pushed her back and bent to suck her tits. She held his head as he suckled each one several times. When he straightened, they kissed quickly and she went inside. The camera showed her sideways, facing me and buttoning her blouse, before going black.

'What's next? Fuckin her in the kitchen, with me in the background!' I fixed myself another *****. 'Better slow down dumbass, before you get *****.'

I went back and put the last card in. I had to focus, the shot was from outside the kitchen window, again. There was Sharon and I, sitting on the couch, watching TV. To the side, stood Chris. I shook my head and focused again. Sherry was on her knees, sucking Chris' cock.

'Holy ****!' I didn't expect that one. Sherry was only home for a couple of days, before starting summer classes. But, there she was, sucking her brother' cock. 'Wait a fucking minute! If that's all of us, who's holding the goddamn camera!?' (I found out later, no one was. Chris had it on a tripod.)

There Sherry was, going after her brother' cock, like her ****** had. With her ****** and I in the background. '****! Everybody's gettin some, but me!'

Sherry stood and bent over, sticking her ass toward Chris. She was watching her ****** and I as Chris entered her from behind. Chris fucked her for a bit, then she went back to her knees and sucked his cock. Evidently, she liked the taste of her pussy on his cock, cause she kept doing that rotation, until Chris unloaded in her mouth.

I was hoping this last one would show the ultimate, Chris fucking his ******. But, it didn't. The only other thing on this card, was Sharon giving a no hands blowjob to an unidentified young man. The young man was holding the camera. 'It's gotta be Chris.' I thought. 'It's gotta be.'

One thing was certain, Sharon was giving this young man's cock, special treatment. The irritating part was the camera bouncing around. Still, I could see her cheeks suck in as she pulled her pursed lips up his shaft. Her tight lips didn't break contact as she'd slowly go back down it's full length. As her head twisted from side to side, I could see that she was massaging his shaft with her tongue.

Ever so often I saw her tongue dart out and go side to side on his cock. Which always made the camera bounce around. The camera really moved around when the boy started cuming. Still, he somehow managed to keep Sharon getting a mouthful in frame. It might have been in one of the four corners, but he got the shot.

(I found out much later, it was Chris, Sharon sucked off. It was the first time, Chris got his ****** to let him use the camera, when they did something. AND, they had been fucking for some time.)

I got another *****, and I shouldn't have. I wished I had a much clearer head for what I was about to discover. Feeling depressed, about not finding a video of Chris fucking Sharon, I started to put everything away. I noticed something white, in the bottom of the bag.

I tried pulling on it, but it wouldn't come out. That's when I noticed four little hooks holding the bottom. I got them loose and lifted the bottom out of the bag. The white thing, was the corner of an envelope. 'Very Private,' was written on the envelope. In the envelope were two cards. One marked, 'M n M,' under that, 'got an A.' And the other, marked, 'M n M 2.'

My hands were shaking as I put the M n M card in. Hoping I'd struck gold, I hit play.

Sharon was sitting on the couch, looking all prim and proper.

"Ready Mom?"

"Ready." Sharon said as she messed with her clothes.

"Remember, no names. Don't want him putting the two of us together. He needs to think it's me and the older woman I've been filming. Not, who we really are. OK."

"Yes, Honey! I kno-ow!" Sharon said as she rolled her eyes. "Quit messing with the camera and get over here."

Chris came into view and sat down. They began their little act. Him sipping a coke and her ******** something else. She was telling him about what she wanted him to do around the house. Then.

"I need you to fix some things." She said looking seductively and placed her hand on his leg.

Chris hum-hawed.

"I need you to fix me."

"Huh! What? Fix you."

Sharon began rubbing his leg. "Yes dear, fix me. I haven't had a man in a long time. ... And I need that fixed. ... Can you do that for me? Can you help me with my problem?"

"What ... um ... I don't know ... I uh I"

Sharon caressed his face, "Shhhh. Don't blow a gasket." She whispered as she got close to his face. She kissed him softly and continued in a whisper. "Just relax and do what comes naturally." She kissed him again and again, until he loosened up and they began making out.

'Well, here it is. I'm watching my *** and his ****** (my wife) making love. And, Jesus, I'm getting short of breath, sprouting a hardon and turned on as all hell.'

I emptied my glass and watched as the kissing and holding continued for minutes that seemed like hours. "Jesus Christ! Fuck her already!" I yelled out. It was the ***** talking and I shook my head. 'Oh ****! Get a grip.'

I shut everything down and went outside for fresh air. I needed to clear my head and walked around until the numbness in my face went away. Calmed down and the ***** effects cleared up, I went inside.

This time, I got myself a cup of coffee. As I headed for the computer, I heard noises out front. As I opened the door, Chris was digging around in the shrubs, next to the steps.

"What ya doin, boy?"

Chris jumped up, with a scared-caught look on his face. He didn't know I was home. Acting real nervous, he finally told me he had lost a school project. He thought he might have dropped it leaving the house.

I offered to help look for it and he got even more nervous. Finally, he started backing away, saying he must have left it somewhere else and besides he had a class to get to. 'Yeah, you should be nervous.' I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I went back to the 'evidence.'

Calmer now, I restarted, M n M. I thought far to much time was spent showing them making out, but then again, this wasn't supposed to be just porn.

Finally, Sharon put his hand on her tit and the intensity of their kissing increased. From there, it only took seconds for Chris to start unbuttoning her blouse. He wasn't fast enough and Sharon helped. With the blouse undone, Sharon quickly shrugged it off.

Chris buried his face between her tits as he kneaded them. Sharon caressed his head for a few seconds and then unhooked her bra. She hugged him briefly then pushed him back to remove her bra.

Chris had a hungry look on his face as his ******' tits came swaying into view. His hands went to them and he again buried his face between them.

Sharon grasped his head and pulled him up into a kiss before guiding his mouth to her nipple. As he began to suck, her head fell back and she moaned.

"Oh yes, Honey, yes. That feels good." Then she moved him to the other one. "Mmmm." She moaned several times. After a couple of minutes, she moaned, "Bite them. Suck hard and bite them."

Chris did. I saw him suck hard, before his lips parted and his teeth clamped her nipple.

"Ahhhh, Yessss!" Sharon moaned loudly and thrust her chest forward.

Chris raised his head, stretching her nipple and pulling her tit into a cone shape. Sharon shivered. Chris opened his mouth and her tit fell back, jiggling. Again he sucked her nipple into his mouth to begin the process again.

He did this many times to both tits and had his ****** gasping, moaning, and wiggling beneath him. Sharon pulled his shirt off and jerked his head back to her tit so he could continue sucking and biting her nipples.

Breathing heavily, she began fumbling with his pants. Finally, with a look of pure lust on her face, she pushed him up. She jerked his pants down, exposing his hard cock. Precum, oozing from the tip.

She moved rapidly. Her hand barely closed around his cock before she licked the tip. A string of precum hung from her tongue to his cock. His cock was in her mouth. She moved so fast, the camera only caught a blur. Her head bobbed as she sucked him, like mad.

With his head back and his eyes closed, his ******' mouth on his cock had him shuddering from the exquisite sensations. 'Oh God, I know that feeling. Woo! Do I ever!' Sharon was sucking her ***' cock like she always does mine, her tits swinging wildly, beneath her. It was really something to watch.

In a couple of minutes, he began pulling his ass back, gasping, "Oh! Oh!"

Sharon knew he was going to cum. So did, I. She put her arm between his legs and grabbed his ass, keeping him from pulling away.

"Oh, God!" He cried out, as he shuddered and jerked. He was cuming.

Sharon was sucking down her ***' cum on video and I came in my pants, watching it. 'Whoa! Damn, I wanted to see it. But, I didn't know, it would make me cum in my pants. **** Fire! What'll watching them fuck, do to me!?' I quickly changed and just as a precaution, put a washcloth in my shorts.

I walked around a bit and damn if I didn't stay as hard as a piece of rebar, just thinking about Chris, fucking his ******. Going back, I just stared at the screen for a minute, before hitting play.

As they kissed, Sharon wiggled out of her skirt. Leaving her clad in garter-belt, hose, heels and my favorite, her lavender panties. She lay back, pulling the skirt off and dropping it. Spreading her legs, she ran her hands down her thighs to her covered pussy. Nothing was said. She lay there inviting him as she continued to rub her hands up and down her thighs.

I expected the boy to go right to it. But, he surprised me by picking up her leg and kissing her ankle. He kissed her around her ankle several times before kissing his way to her pussy. Once again, he didn't just go at it. He kissed, licked and nibbled her covered pussy as she moaned and wiggled.

With a smile, he pulled her soaked panties part way down and said, "I'm going to suck your pussy before I fuck you real hard."

"OoooH, I like tha-at. Go ahead, big boy, show me what ya can do."

Chris removed her panties and once again slowly kissed his way to the prize. Sharon played with her tits. He kissed the bend of her legs, on each side of her pussy several times, before licking right up the middle, from asshole to clit. Rolling her hips, Sharon moaned and shivered.

Watching Chris lick and suck his ******' inner and outer pussylips, had me trembling. Sharon was moaning, shaking and rolling her hips. I moaned along with Sharon as Chris moved up to lick and suck her clit.

Gasping and shaking, Sharon clamped her legs against Chris' head as she had an orgasm.

Chris shifted down a little bit and sucked just below her clit as he darted his tongue in and out of her pussy. Sharon began having rolling orgasms. And, damn, if I didn't feel like I was going to cum again.

Chris didn't let up on his ******, he kept licking, sucking and tongue fucking her flowing pussy.

I lost count of the number of times Sharon clamped her legs together or grabbed his head as she orgasmed.

"Oh ... God ... Please ... I ... can't ... take ... any ... more ... Fuck ... Me ... Please." Sharon gasped each word weakly.

Chris raised his head. His face was soaked. Sharon' cum was dripping from his chin. Smiling, he said, "That's what I've been waiting for. Say it again."

Sharon opened her eyes. "Please, please, I need your cock. Dear God, Please! Fuck Me, Now!"

She grabbed his ears and began pulling him up.

His ass came into view, followed by his balls with his cock sliding between her asscheeks. When his glans came to her still open wet pussy, he pushed forward, sinking completely into his ******.

"Yessss! Oh God, your cock feels hot. Fuck me, like you said. Give it to me, hard."

Chris started, full length strokes. Slamming into her with a soft thud, repeatedly. It was an almost unbelievable sight. Minutes passed and I couldn't imagine how he was keeping up that pace. Then I remembered, he was a distance runner, in high school.

Wham, wham, wham. He repeatedly slammed his cock into his ****** and she was moaning and whimpering with each thrust. Her ass wiggled and bounced until it began jerking around. I knew then, she was having an orgasm, which was also evidenced by the noise she made.

Over and over and over, he brought her to orgasm with his pounding cock. 'God, this is better than any porn, I've ever seen. ****, Fire, he can fuck.'

I noticed Sharon' cum ran down the crack of her ass, to pool up on the couch. 'Yeah, I remember that wet spot. Damn. Da-um. ... That was three weeks ago. Jesus! How long have they been doing this?'

Sharon' hands appeared on his driving ass, she was pulling him. "C'mon baby. Gimme your cum. Let me feel your cum." Chris hit overdrive, slamming into her faster. A blur on the screen. "Yessss, Baby, Yessss. Do it! Do it! Cummmmm!"

Chris slammed into his ******, quivering in place as he came deep in her pussy. He slowed to barely moving as his cock softened. But, Sharon wouldn't let go of her ***' ass. She held him in place, making sure he emptied his balls in her womb. (That, I learned, was the birth of Sharon' fantasy.) 'Holy ****!' I came in my pants again. 'I don't think, I can watch the other one. Not after cuming three times from this one.'

It ended with his soft cock slipping from her pussy. Then, both of her hands came down rubbing and pressing the lips together.

I couldn't watch anymore, not then, anyway. So I copied the cards and put everything in the bag. Then I put the bag, downstairs, in the bottom of my gunsafe.

That evening was ******. I was still reeling from my discovery. Chris was nervously searching for his camera bag. Sharon was discreetly trying to help him find it. There was an undescribable tension in the air.

The next day, I found out one of the rea***s Chris wanted to find that bag. He had a three week evaluation, coming up, for his application to Juilliard and part of his portfolio was in the bag. I had the stuff copied so I looked around the front steps to see if I could slip it out there. There was a space, big enough for the bag to fall through, on the garage side.

I took the bag out, rolled it over into that hole and reached down to tap it so it rolled under the steps. 'That should work.'

That day Chris got his confirmation letter and he needed to catch a flight to New York, in three days. I heard him tell his ****** that it would be useless to go now, since his portfolio was incomplete. "But, Mom! You don't understand! They don't like, 'Halfway.' My work has to be complete!"

I walked in. "What's going on? Did I hear you say, you aren't going? After all the work you've done."

"Dad! You don't understand! They won't take me with an incomplete portfolio! ... And, I've lost part of mine!"

The pain on his face and in his voice, made my knees weak. I made him tell me about this bag. He explained, how he had to put his stuff down on the steps, then pick it up in sequence so he could carry it to school. Only, when he got to school, that bag was missing.

After getting a flashlight and handing it to him, he looked again. He looked in the one place he hadn't looked, because he couldn't remember putting anything down over there. You should have seen the expression on his face, when he spotted the bag.

"Well, now that you found it. Show us what's in it."

Sharon let out a little gasp and the color drained from Chris' face. I thought he was going to faint. He recovered quickly. "Aw, dad, it's just that artsy fartsy stuff you always moan about."

"If that's what it is, I don't see why those schools cost so much." I replied in my 'Dad' way. And, I went on in he house. Then I found out, I was getting an unexpected paid vacation. The insurance company was going to cover our lost wages while repairs were made at work. Now I would be home until Chris left.

Those last few days, Chris was gone most of the time, finishing an abstract film composition. What little time he was home, I made sure the two of them weren't alone for more than a few seconds at a time.

I did, however, spot a few intimate touches, between them. Chris, with his hand on Sharon' ass. Chris' upper arm, brushing across his ******s chest. Sharon' hand on his crotch. I knew the two of them wanted to do something before he left.

The night before we were to take Chris to the airport. Sharon and I went to bed. When my breathing steadied, Sharon slipped out of bed. I watched as she slipped off her panties and tip-toed out the door.

I looked down the hall as Sharon entered his room. I followed. As I looked through the door hinge gap, I saw Sharon standing there, kissing our naked ***.

"Oh, God, Mom! I want to fuck you, soooo bad." He moaned.

Sharon put her fingers to his lips. "Shhhh. That's what I'm here for. Your dad's home, we have to be quiet." They kissed again. "It has to be a quickie ... and you can't cum in me."

"AW, Mom!"

Sharon' hand quickly covered his mouth. "I can't go back to bed with your dad after you cum in me, now!" They began kissing passionately. Both sets of hands, going everywhere. Sharon pushed away. "Make it quick, and when you're ready, pull out. You can cum in my mouth."

I expected Sharon to lay on the bed. But she didn't, she turned around, bent and put her hands on her knees. Chris pushed his cock down and stepped to his ******. He rubbed his cock around a little and Sharon wiggled her ass. With one hand on her ass, Chris stepped forward, sinking his cock into her.

Sharon moved her hips and moaned, "Mmmmm, Yessss, Baby." As she began fucking his cock, she looked over her shoulder. "Make it fast, baby. And pull out. You can cum in my mouth." Then she moaned again as she lowered her head and increased her movements.

Chris didn't move at first, he caressed her ass with both hands. Moving his hands to his ******' hips and he began pouring it on.

Sharon dropped her head and moaned. "Oh God Yes, baby. Fuck me, fast."

The sound of their slapping together seemed loud. I went back to our bedroom door and I could still hear them. I went back to continue watching my wife and *** fucking. Live, not on the computer. Sharon' hand was in her mouth, I guess to keep herself quiet. Chris' ass was a blur, he was hitting it as fast as he could.

Suddenly, Chris pushed himself back. He was looking up at the ceiling. Sharon spun around and barely got his cockhead in her mouth before he started jerking as he came. Chris had held out to the very last second before pulling out. But, he did pull out, just as his ****** asked.

Sharon released his soft cock from her mouth and stood, slowly. For a split second they looked into each others eyes. Then Sharon wrapped her arms around his neck and they began kissing hungrily.

I hurried back to bed. It seemed like I barely got there, before Sharon returned. She got in bed, lay there for a few seconds then turned against me. Her arm came over me and she snuggled into me.

"Did you like what you saw?" My eyes flew open and my heart fluttered. I barely managed to not move or respond. She kissed my neck. "Answer me." I stirred a little and groaned. She moved her hand down to grab my hard cock. Squeezing it, she said, firmly, "John Calvin Thomas! I know you're not asleep. I saw you. Now answer, me."

I let out a deep sigh before turning to look into her eyes. "Yes and No."

"Explain."

"No, I didn't like seeing you with someone else. Yes, I liked what I saw."

"You didn't like it, but you liked it. You didn't say anything about it being our ***. That didn't bother you?"

I grimaced. "No. That's the part, I liked."

"How long were you watching?" I didn't answer, she squeezed my cock hard. "HOW LONG!"

"I followed you."

"What! Seriously? What made you do that?" Again, I didn't say anything. This time she jerked my cock upward, very hard.

I yelped, "Easy!" And tried to retreat into the bed. She widened her eyes and moved her head as she tightened her grip. "OK! OK! ... I found Chris' bag the other day."

"Oh! My! God! And ... and the videos were in it?"

"Yes."

"But, why did you suspect me and Chris?"

"You two on video."

"WHAT! That little ****! He was supposed to keep those hidden."

"They were hidden. I just happened to find them. In fact, the envelope was marked, 'Very Private.'"

"So, then. You know about me, Chris, Timmy, Jack and Paul."

"Paul! Paul who? There wasn't any Paul."

Sharon climbed up on top of me and kissed me. "We can talk about that later. Right now, I need to know what you are going to do."

"Do? What do you mean?"

"Well, you didn't get violent. You're not going on about divorce. Am I going to have to stop? Can I continue? Or, are you going to join in?"

"Stop, continue, Join in?"

Sharon kissed me again. "Yeah. Join in, honey. I really would like to continue, with you."

It all began running quickly through my mind. Yeah, I wanted her to continue. And, yeah, I wanted to be part of it. And, I wanted her to explain why she would let these boys control her. Plus, that little thought, deep in my mind, about fucking our big titted ********.

My trance was broken by Sharon kissing me again. "You're thinking about it aren't you?"

"Yeah, yeah, I am."

She raised up. "For ... or against?" She asked softly with a questioning look.

"For."

She came down on me, hugging and kissing. "I want you to show me what you saw."

"Show you?"

"Yes. Show me what you saw Chris do." I got out of bed and stood in the middle of the room. Sharon got up and came to me. "Why aren't you naked?"

I took off my t-shirt and shorts, Sharon wrapped her arms around my neck and began kissing me.

"I know you heard what was said, as well. So, you have to pull out and cum in my mouth, too." Then she turned around, just like she did for our ***.

What I saw, flashed through my mind and I imagined what our *** felt as he was presented his ******' ass and waiting pussy. My cock grew harder and throbbed. Just as our *** did, I put my hand on her ass as I pushed my cock down and stepped forward. I too, moved my cockhead around before stepping forward and entering her hot wet pussy.

Sharon moaned, just as she did when our *** entered her and began fucking me. I too caressed her ass with my hands, before taking hold of her hips. I paused, letting the feeling of her silky smooth pussy fill my mind as she squirmed.

"Oh God, Honey! Please, Fuck Me!" She blurted out, loudly.

I began slamming into her as hard as I could. Just as our *** had done, a little earlier. Unlike our ***, I had the luxury of being able to take as long as I needed. And if I could, I wanted to fuck her dry.

As we fucked, her whimpers became cries. And those cries got louder and louder. If Chris was awake, I knew he had to hear his ****** being fucked.

I was at the point, when I heard Sharon softly beg. "Dear God! ... Honey, Please ... please Cum!"

I was there and she didn't have to beg for it, but hearing it made me feel great. I stepped back. Sharon came around, grabbed my hips and took my cock completely in her mouth. I erupted so strongly, my breathing stopped and my mind went blank.

When I opened my eyes, Sharon was on her knees, looking up at me with my softening cock in her mouth. She let my soft cock slip from her lips and slowly stood. Wrapping her arms around my neck and touching noses, she paused before kissing me.

Her tongue entered my mouth and I could taste the tanginess. It's not like I haven't tasted my cum before. Hell, I've eaten her pussy many times after fucking. Not just after. I love eating pussy, before, during and after sex.

The shock of my mouth being filled with it, made me pull back. Trapped, I couldn't get away. I tried to give it back to her, but she blocked me. 'What the hell.' I thought and swallowed it. When I did, Sharon increased the intensity of her kissing.

When Sharon slowed down and finished her kissing, we once again touched noses. "You didn't know, that's what I did to Chris earlier. Did you?"

"No. No, I didn't."

"Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad."

"Well. Now you know what it's like. Oh, I know you've tasted it before. But, now you know what a mouthful, is like."

We went back to bed. Sharon snuggled tightly against me. We lay quietly, for a few minutes.

"How are we going to do this, Honey?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Chris is terribly afraid of you finding out. That's why he's been so nervous around you. Especially since starting his film project."

A really perverted idea entered my head. I whispered it in her ear.

"Oh My God! Really! You'd do that!?"

"Yeah, I'd like to."

"Fuck Yeah, then! Let's do it! It'll completely blow him away."

The next morning, I remained semi-hard just thinking about what we were going to do. Sharon and I fixed breakfast as Chris packed and repacked again. At breakfast Chris went on and on about Juilliard and how he would graduate with two degrees, instead of one.

The time arrived for the trip to the airport and the beginning of my idea. Sharon remained inside while Chris and I loaded the car. When she came out, she was wearing her night-on-the-town halter-top, mid-thigh dress and spike high-heels.

Our ***' eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped. Sharon gave a slight wiggle, accentuating the fact that she was braless. Chris shivered as she sashayed past us and got in the backseat. I knew he'd want to sit in the back, so he could lean over and look down her dress.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, before reaching for the front door. I stopped him and pushed him back as I opened the back door. "Your Mom wants you to sit with her." I said smiling.

Chris leaned down and started getting in. Suddenly, he yelled out, "Mom! Oh ****!" Straightening up he smacked his head as he came back out of the car. He had a bewildered, wide-eyed look.

I grabbed his arm. "Take it easy, boy. Your Mom wants to give you a special, Good Bye." I winked. "Now, go ahead. Enjoy it." Then I helped him back in. I saw why he jumped. Sharon had pulled her halter top aside, exposing her tits. Smiling, I took my position as chauffeur.

I turned around to see as I backed out of the driveway. Looking at Chris, I said, "You and your ****** have until we get to the airport, to say goodbye." It would be over an hour. Sharon smiled and put his hand on her tit, then turned his face to kiss him.

As I drove down the street, I adjusted the rearview mirror so I could see. Sharon already had his cock out, stroking and kissing it. She winked and mouthed, "Thank You," before putting it in her mouth.

A couple of blocks down the street, Sharon' knee stuck up in the air. I twisted the mirror to see Chris' hand rubbing her pantyless exposed pussy. His head was laid back and his eyes were closed.

Before we reached the freeway, Sharon was on top of him, facing away. I imagined him sucking her tits as she bounced up and down. But, I couldn't see anything. Her dress was in the way. Finally, Chris pulled her dress up, to hold her ass. I could see her pussy pull out along his cock, as she bounced up and down.

****, it's hard to drive and watch two people fuck through the rear view mirror. I heard her moans and whimpers getting louder, until she pushed down on him and trembled. I don't know if Chris came or not, but Sharon sure as hell did.

When I looked again, Sharon was sucking his cock again. I noticed a car staying beside us. Moving the mirror, I saw Sharon' bare ass in the air. Chris must have been playing with her pussy, cause I could see something moving. The car next to us, had a clear view.

The car didn't come on around until Sharon dropped her ass. As it did, I looked to see a woman, smiling and giving me a thumbs up.

Sharon again straddled her ***. Only this time she was facing me. Her tits were flying up and down as he held her waist. And this time I could fully see his cock going in and out of her pussy. Pulling the lips out and rolling them back in on each bounce.

Sharon gasped out, "I love you, for this. Thank You J C." J C, my initials, that's what she calls me when she's pleased.

Chris had his ****** lay on the seat, so he could eat pussy. I couldn't see a lot, because her leg kept getting in the way. What I did see of him licking his ******' pussy and sucking it into his mouth, was an absolute turn-on.

The airport sign came up. "Better finish saying Goodbye, we're almost there."

"Which do you want, Baby? Pussy or mouth?"

"Your pussy, Mom. God, you know I want to cum in your pussy." He said almost pleading.

"It's a good thing, I put panties in my purse. Otherwise, the people at the airport would see your cum, running down my legs." She chuckled. "Get your cock in there and fill me up."

Chris started to get on top of her, but she said, "Wait! We need to turn sideways, so your ****** can see."

Sharon moved and Chris took his place. I had a perfect view as he buried his cock in his ******' pussy. "Fuck me hard, Baby. Fill mommy with boy cum."

I was swerving more, watching them finish. Hell, I swerved a lot during that drive. Chris pounded away into his ******' pussy, bringing her to almost screaming. We were almost to the parking lot before he came.

"Oh, Yessss. That's it, cum in mommy." Sharon moaned loudly as Chris emptied his balls. I thought I was going to cum in my pants, when I heard her.

We were at the gate. It's a good thing a machine dispenses the ticket. An attendant would have seen them.

As Chris pulled out, Sharon said, "Let me suck you clean, Baby." My view was blocked by him going up against the car roof.

Sharon put her panties on and straightened herself up, before we went in the airport. I had another nasty idea and retrieved her emergency panties from the glovebox.

In the airport, I kissed Sharon and whispered, "Put these on and give Chris the pair you're wearing," as I put the clean panties in her hand.

Sharon glanced at them and smiled real big, before hurrying off to the bathroom. Just before Chris entered the security check, Sharon hugged and kissed him. Then she took his hand and gave him the panties.

"Here's a souvenir of our saying goodbye." She said in her sexiest voice.

Chris looked at the panties and his face lit up as he smiled from ear to ear. Then he hugged me harder than ever. "Thanks Dad. You're the greatest." He walked away.

Sharon and I hung around and watched the plane take off. As it did, she caressed my face, kissed me and whispered, "Having his baby, is next."

"What'd you do?"

"They were in the throws of passion. Close to finishing. I backed out and went to Sherry' room, to wait for her. We had a very long, emotional talk. And she confessed something that had me upset for a while."



" They began with oral sex, progressed to intercourse." Sharon chuckled. "Sherry blames her big tits on Chris."

"What? How does she figure that?"

"Chris was constantly sucking them. For hours and all night a few times. He sucked them so much, he had her producing milk and that scared the hell out of her. She made him stop until they dried up. Even now, if her boyfriends suck them much, the milk starts flowing. So, she's really careful about it."

My mouth watered as I thought of sucking my ********' 'Dolly Parton' tits. All I know is, my ******** has bigger tits than anyone in the family. Really big, for her size, and she doesn't like showing them. In fact, except at home, she dresses to de-emphasize and hide them.

"What did she upset you with."

"Her secret was what changed my mind about having sex with Chris."

And, What ... was ... this ... secret?"

"This is how it went. At the end of our talk she said there was something she would tell me when she left for school. I was on pins and needles, thinking she was going to tell me Chris got her pregnant and she had an abortion, or something."

"That ... wasn't it, was it?"

"No. That wasn't it. Here's what she said, word for word, 'I'm fucking Chris, instead of Daddy. And, some day, I'm going to.' Then she walked out and left for school. I was dumbfounded and dropped in disbelief."

Sharon told me how that bothered her at first and made her own bad thoughts grow. That was also when Chris' film class intensified. He looked worried all the time and acted sullen. She said she tried to talk to him about it, but he wouldn't tell her anything. That is, until she sat him down and demanded an explanation.

He slipped past her and rushed out of the room. Sharon decided to go after him and they ran into each other in the doorway. Chris had only ran to get his class assignments, to show her.

"This is why I'm going to end up failing." He said as he shoved the papers into her chest.

Sharon said the top paper had a big red zero on it. She couldn't understand it because all of his grades were 3.5 to 4.0 and she said, "How? How in the world did you get a zero?"

She said he was almost crying when he said, "Those are my assignments, Mom. Read them! I don't have any way to do them."

Sharon said the very first sentence said, 'No subjects under the age of thirty allowed.' She asked him what that meant and he answered, "Just read them, Mom, and you'll see." He sounded so pitiful she almost hugged him.

Sharon began reading. 'Mature woman posing - work, home, about town. Mature woman dressing - different outfits. Mature woman undressing - different outfits.' Then she said, her eyes got big, as she read, "Mature woman - exposed."

She said she asked Chris, "What does this mean, exposed?"

His reply was, "Exposed! You know, exposed. Nude! No clothes. Au natural. That's not all, Mom. Read the rest. I don't know how ... or anyone ... to do those. I'm sunk."

She continued reading, 'mature woman - exposed in public.' Sharon asked if that meant flashing or walking around nude. Chris told her flashing would do as long as it was in a public place.

Her stomach sank and churned as she read the next page. 'Mature woman, young man/. Mature woman teasing, young man/. Mature woman, touchy feely - making out, young man/.' She said she thought, 'This is just too much!'

The third page. 'Mature woman, young man/ - sex.' She said her heart began pounding and she wondered how they could require such a thing for a university class. Chris explained, "It is photographic art and that is the class title."

Sharon continued reading, 'mature woman, young man/ - oral - her/him - him /her - 69.'

Chris could tell from the expression on her face how she felt and he said, "You see, Mom. How the hell am I supposed to do that? I don't know how ... or who ... to talk to about that."

"Well, um, maybe I can help." Sharon said she told him.

She said, Chris replied, "You better read the last one, Mom. You better read the last one. I don't see how you can help."

She read on, 'mature woman, young man/ - intercourse - various positions, various places - explore the aspects of love, control and ***** (*****: relating to bondage and degradation) The final sentence was in big bold type, 'REMEMBER - DO ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WITHOUT 'SIGNED FULL CONSENT/DISCLOSURE FORMS' AND PROOF OF AGE'

Sharon said she hugged him and told him to let her see what she could do. Next came her confession.

"Honey, I had already had fantasies about our ***. And, at that moment, I knew I would go to bed with him." That reverberated through me.

Sharon said, she thought about the opportunity, handed her. She wanted their experience to be out of love not something he had to do for his degree. There was only one answer, of course. She was going to be, the mature woman, for Chris. There would have to be another young man, first. To draw Chris in, she would have to turn him on, watching her with someone else. Her first thought, not what happened.

Sharon said she waited a couple of days before telling Chris, since she couldn't find anyone, she'd do it.

She said Chris just stood there looking at her for a long time, before he said, "Are you sure, Mom?" She replied, "I'm sure, Honey." He immediately said, "It means, you're gonna have to get naked. And ... and have sex. Sex with someone, not dad."

Sharon said, she hugged him and whispered, "Don't think about that. I'm doing it for you. I'm doing it. For you."

Chris was hung up on the sex part and Sharon had to bring him back to his assignments. As she posed for him dressed, in stages of dress, flashing and finally nude, they talked. She said that during the flashing and nude shoots, she commented about him being turned on by his ******.

"Oh, Honey! He got so embarrassed. After a nude shoot, I walked up to him from behind, and put my arms around him. As I slid my hand down to his bulge, I whispered, 'Are you thinking about me? Huh?' He began trembling and said, he wasn't. As I squeezed his cock, I whispered sexily, 'This says different.'"

She said she moved around in front of him and kissed him, ready to give her *** a blowjob. Her hand once again went to his hard cock as she asked him, "Do you want me to take care of this? Hmmmm? I want to, but you have to say so." She was rubbing his hardon. "Seeing me, exposed, has made you horny for momma, hasn't it? Tell me, do you want mommy to suck your cock?"

She said he began shaking and she thought he might be cuming in his pants. He quit shaking and cleared his throat. He mumbled, barely audible, "Would you? Really? God, Yes! I want you!"

She kissed him and said, "I want you too, baby. But, I'm just going to suck your cock. Okay. I want to feel it in my mouth and taste your cum." As she slid down in front of him and undid his pants, he was shaking again.

His freed cock was oozing and the end was coated in pre-cum. It was evident that he had been on the verge of release. Stroking his cock and looking up at him Sharon smiled. Chris trembled and gasped when she stuck out her tongue and licked the end of his cock. She wondered what would happen when she put it in her mouth. 'Would he cum immediately?'

Keeping eye contact, she stuck out her tongue and opened her mouth. His cock slid up her tongue to her parted lips. As her lips closed around his cock head, his legs trembled and he moaned loudly. " Oh God, Mom!" But he didn't cum, he just shook and almost hyperventilated.

Sharon moved her lips tightly down his cock. Chris shook and repeatedly said, " Oh God." She had barely been sucking his cock for a minute before he erupted, filling her mouth with a massive load of sperm. " Oh Jesus! ****! Is this real? Did you really!?" Chris was still shaking as Sharon stood and hugged him.

Chris was completely blown away. His ****** had just given him a blow job in the living room. And the best part, was that he came in her mouth. Not on her chest like a girlfriend made him do.

Sharon made Chris go take care of his editing as she cleaned up, before I got home. He stayed in his room all evening. She figured, he was so nervous about what happened that afternoon, he couldn't face me.

A few days later, Chris got his grades for the latest work. He received a 3.9 and four 4.0 grades plus a 4.0 bonus. He said his professor really liked his model and wanted to meet her. Sharon liked his compliment and appreciation.

They talked about the next phase, 'sex with a younger man.' Who would it be? It couldn't be Chris, because he had to take the pictures and movie. They settled on Jack and would talk to him about it when that part of the assignment came up. First came them together, them kissing and touching, her flashing him and them nude.

Jack agreed after talking to Chris first and then Sharon. As things progressed, Sharon couldn't stand the idea of having sex with Jack before Chris. So, she decided to delay the shoot with Jack. I was going to be gone overnight and she decided to fuck Chris then.

Sharon said that when I left that morning, she knew they would have until five o'clock the next day. Her plan was to keep herself worked up for sex all day as Chris was at his classes. She would be dressed sexily, but not whorish, when he got home.

She prepared a nice meal and talked about how much she liked posing for him. Admitting it was hard at first, but once she got into it, it turned her on immensely. Chris asked her about that and she told him, "Because it's for you and I love the way you look at me."

Chris became a little embarrassed, but perked up when She told him she wanted him to take some pictures. By now all she had to do was act naturally as Chris clicked away with the camera. Chris didn't give instructions until she started flashing.

She noticed he wasn't photographing her, but her body parts. Knowing by the angle of the camera and how close he got.

Things were going as she wanted and she was excited. It was time for nudity and she told Chris, he had to remove an article of clothing each time she did. He looked surprised and then asked, "Are you serious?"

Her reply was, "Why yes, turn-a-bout is fair play." He became nervous and she quickly added, "Your ****** won't be back until tomorrow afternoon." She said she could see the wheels turning.

Then she said, he said, real low, "Well, uh, OK. I guess. Um, blouse first."

She began unbuttoning her blouse as he took pictures. When it was unbuttoned, she stopped and didn't move. A silent minute passed until he said, "Why'd ya stop?"

"Your turn." Sharon replied. "Article for article, remember."

Chris unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Sharon smiled, then opened her blouse, exposing her lace cup quarter-bra. Her nipples already hard and protruding. Slowly, she slipped it from her shoulders. Several pictures, standing, sitting, couch, chair, window.

The skirt was next. Sharon unzipped and said, "Well." Chris kicked his shoes off. Sharon said, "Uh, uh." Chris replied, "They're clothes." She shot back, "Not for this."

Chris unzipped his pants and stopped, looking at her. Sharon pushed the skirt down a little. Chris pushed his pants down a little. She thought, 'The little ***** playing games with me.'

She wiggled. He wiggled and smiled real big. She dropped her skirt. He dropped his pants.

Sharon moved around so he could take pictures. Couch, chair, doorway, window, coffee table, floor. Chris followed, barely able to walk, with his pants around his feet. Finally, she stopped moving, long enough for him to remove his pants.

Wanting to build him up, she went to him. She paused briefly and looked him in the eyes, before wrapping her arms around his neck for a kiss. Slowly, his arms went around her. She made sure he felt her hunger, before she broke the kiss and returned to the couch.

Unhooking her bra, she cocked her head and looked at him. His t-shirt was off in a flash. Sharon settled back and took the bra off. Pausing, she let him take several pictures, before cupping her tits in her hands.

She said, sexily, "You like mommy' titties, don't you? ... Why don't you come and suck on them, so the nipples 'll stick out for your pictures." She said he had a look of hard lust as he moved toward the couch.

When he got to the couch, he knelt, placed his hands on each side of her and stared at her tits. She leaned forward and as she kissed his forehead, put his hands on her tits. He went after them like they were the only ones on earth.

She held and kissed his head before saying, "Slow down, Baby. You'll have them again. They aren't going anywhere." He slowed down. Still sucking greedily, he began moaning. She understood that her *** got off on nursing. That explained why he sucked his sister' tits, like she said he did.

More than stimulated enough, her juices flowing between her legs, she pushed him up. He had a bewildered expression on his face. Sharon told him, "Take the pictures to show what you've done."

Grabbing the camera, he clicked away, in closeup, to capture her red, swollen wet nipples. Slowly, he backed away to get all of her again. That is, until he noticed the wet spot on her panties. She said he was almost panting as he zoomed in, between her legs.

Hell, sitting there listening to her tell the story, had me turned on as much as watching them. No, ****, MORE. I had a hardon that was bent double in the confines of my pants. Shifting, I tried to relieve some of the pressure.

Sharon saw me and put her hand on my thigh. Moving her hand up between my legs she softly asked, "Something wrong?"

"It's bent."

"And, Hard." She moved her hand up and pushed it into my pants. "Pull over, someplace."

"Pull Over?"

"Yes. Pull ... Over ... And ... Fuck ... Me!" I looked at her and she had a mischievous look. "I want you to fuck me, with our ***' cum in my pussy. So, pull over." She had a hold of my cock and squeezed to emphasize, 'pull over.'

I took the exit and luckily there was a little road, lined with bushes. I headed for it as Sharon undid my pants. When I got stopped, she opened the car door and turned sideways, saying, "Get around here!"

Man! I haven't seen her like this, since we dated, years ago. I was like a dog going after a bitch in heat. My brain was in my cock and being drawn to a dripping pussy. '****, what have I become? What have we ...' My thought was broken by Sharon saying, "God, JC! I can't believe what I've become."

I stopped thrusting and looked down at her. "Don't stop, Honey, Please! Finish fucking me." I picked it up again, knowing that I wouldn't last long. I had almost came in my pants, twice, watching them on the way to the airport. Then her story was turning me on. My release built quickly and I thrust hard as it shot into her.

"Oh God, Yes! My husband ... and *** ... both in me." She was gasping. Slowly she calmed down. Still in her and shrinking her pussy squeezed my cock. "JC what have I become? I'm married. Teenage ********. PTO. I teach Sunday school. And ... and ... and I'm fucking three teenage boys. One is my ***."

It was like she was having a battle in her mind.

"Heaven help me, I Love It. I Love You! I don't want it to stop, Honey. ... I don't ... want it ... to stop." The pleading sincerity in her voice ********** the fact that I wanted it too. Then she did something, she hasn't done in a while. She pushed me back and cleaned my cock, with her mouth. "Mmmm, mmmm, yes. I can taste you both." She said as her tongue circled her lips.

I dropped to my knees, hugged and kissed her. I was as drawn into this as she was. Getting through this, with her, was all I wanted. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, until a car honked. A cop stopped to see if we had car trouble. I don't know, how long he'd been there.

"I'm sorry, officer. It's my fault. I just had to have my husband."

He nodded his head and smiled. "Be careful folks. ... Some people aren't as understanding as I am." We got in the car and he watched, smiling, as we left.

We sat in silence for a few minutes as I drove slowly. Sharon put her hand on my thigh and softly asked, "Want me to continue?" In a daze, I didn't respond, but I heard her. She squeezed my thigh. "Well?"

I looked at her, "Huh?"

"Do you want to hear more?" 'Hell Yes! I want to hear everything!'

"Uh, yeah."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Talk."

"Where was I?" We both thought for a minute. But, I'm sure she knew right where she left off.

"Uh, Chris was taking pictures after sucking your tits." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her smile. She was testing me.

"Yes, well. I began moving around the house, posing. Making sure he could get shots of both my tits and pussy. When I sat back down on the couch, I rubbed myself. Then I asked him, 'Don't you think it would look better, glistening wet?' He almost dropped the camera."

"I bet. I'd drop the damn thing too."

"Then I said, 'I think you should do to my pussy what you did to my nipples.' The camera came out of his hands, but he caught it before it hit the floor. I could see the hunger in his face as he licked his lips."

She said, half moaning, he said, "Really Mom, Really! You want me to do that?"

Sharon said she rubbed herself and scooted to the edge as she said, "Yes, Baby, I want you to do that. Mommy wants your mouth on her pussy. You have to get it ready."

Chris dropped to his knees and she knew from the expression on his face, he finally understood, he was going to fuck his ******. He crawled over and looked her in the eyes. She smiled and he closed his eyes as he kissed her between the legs.

Sharon said he kissed and sucked every inch of her pussy as hungrily as he had her tits. Giving her rolling orgasms. His lustful hunger left five hickeys on her pussy. When she couldn't take it anymore, she grabbed his head and pulled him up.

She said she kissed him passionately before licking her cum from his face. While she did so, she could feel his cock touching her pussy. "Time to fuck me, if you want to, Baby." His eyes got big and he flinched. "Go ahead, Chris. Push your cock in my pussy and fuck me, like you want to."

He kissed her hungrily and pushed his cock in at the same time. She was so wet and ready, there wasn't any resistance. When he bottomed out, he moaned out loudly, "Oh God, Mom. Mom! Oh Mom ... I Love You!"

She didn't know it at the time, but she was his first. He had been jerked off and sucked by girls. But, his ******' pussy was his first. Sharon chuckled, "Ya know, it's funny. I gave him birth and fucked him first."

He didn't move, except for shaking. Sharon discovered that was how he kept from cuming. He was concentrating and letting his body shake.

"Mmmm, you feel good, Baby. Do you like being back where you came from? I li ... Love it!" She whispered in his ear.

As Chris began moving his ass up and down, he moaned, "God! It's so warm and soft."

"Yes, Baby. And you're so hard and hot." She whispered back.

Sharon didn't know how long he'd last. She hoped he'd give her a good fucking, but she wasn't sure. A slight disappointment ran through her, when she felt him cuming, after a few short minutes. She wanted it to last. But, Chris didn't stop thrusting his cock into her. He kept going as he kissed and sucked her neck.

Sharon began fucking him back and had rolling orgasms. 'I'm fucking my ***. ... Oh, God, I'm fucking Chris! And, his cock feels so-o good.' She repeatedly thought as he kept pistoning into her.

Then she startled me. Squeezing my thigh she said, "Honey, that first time with Chris gave me the strongest orgasm, I ever had." She just went right on with her story.

"I felt him cum again and I went into a hard shaking orgasm. But, he didn't stop! He kept going and the sound of him fucking me was sloppy wet and loud. My orgasms got stronger and stronger, making me light headed."

Sharon squeezed my leg and was breathing hard. Remembering and telling me about her first time with our ***, was turning her on.

"My body began to tingle and shake. A big one was coming. I was loudly moaning, 'Oh, God, Chris! Please! Please!' Over and over. My mind wanted him to finish and let me stop having orgasms. As my last orgasm began to peak, Chris slammed into me, hard, as he came. I guess his body couldn't take any more either. I passed out from pleasure. We both passed out."

There was a pause and Sharon shivered. "You just got off thinking about it, didn't you?"

I glanced at her and she was looking down as she meekly answered, "Yes."

Taking a deep breath, she said, "John, I don't understand this. I just wanted to help Chris. I knew I had to have sex with someone else. I had to cheat on you, to help our ***. That little fantasy took over and I fucked my ***. From that point on, I wanted it all."

There was a long, tense pause. "You're not saying anything." She began to cry. "I don't want to lose you, Honey. I Love You!"

I put my arm around her and pulled the car over. Hugging her and kissing the top of her head, I said, "I Love You! And, I'm not going anywhere."

We sat and hugged for a few minutes, until Sharon said, "Get us home."

The rest of the drive was in silence, holding each other. At the house, Sharon wouldn't let go of me to get out of the car. It was arms around each other into the house.

I tried stopping at the couch. Sharon kept us moving. Through the bedroom and into the bathroom. Sharon removed my clothes, then hers and pulled me into the shower. Hell, I always have liked showering together.

We washed each other with lots of kissing and hugging. We dried each other, and yeah, I always like that too. I went to get dressed and Sharon said, "Let's stay in our towels." With a sexy smile.

"What else do you want to know?" She said as we went down the hall. "I can talk as we fix something to eat."

"I want to know all of it. I want to know how those boys are making you have sex."

"They're not making me, Honey. That's for the assignments."

"Well, I believed it."

"Thank You. I guess. Hmmmm, I guess, I need to finish telling about our ***, Huh."

"Yeah, You do."

"Well, let's see. Oh, yeah. Chris was blown away by what we did. I took him to the shower and as we cleaned up, I told him we would continue, but it would have to be discrete. He didn't understand, at first. I explained the conditions and then he settled down.

After the shower, she asked him, "What do you want me to wear?"

"Could you just wear garter belt, hose and heels?" He replied.

She smiled and said, "I want you naked." Then she put on a set.

They small talked for a while as Chris took a few more pictures. After a while, they decided on a movie. But, not just any movie, Sharon got one of my hidden X-rated. Frequently, kissing and fondling each other.

Chris got it through his head that his ****** was letting him do whatever he wanted. He spent a lot of time sucking her tits as she cradled him in her arms. Sharon said as he suckled, she remembered him as a baby. After a while, she remembered what Sherry said about him sucking hers until she ******** and she made him stop. She didn't want to have to explain why she was producing milk.

She said Chris was hell bent on sucking something and moved between her legs. She already had hickeys there and he gave her hickeys, hickeys. She said that after that night, her pussy was so bruised looking from Chris sucking it and maybe the pounding he gave it with his cock, she was worried for a while.

"J C, He sucks my pussy until I can't take anymore and pass out. Not just my pussy but my tits too. I honestly have to make him stop."

I smiled to the thought and image of that, in my head.

Then Chris started fucking her. All night and all the next day, it was fuck, rest a while and fuck again. She was absolutely amazed at how his cock kept getting hard. Her pussy was hurting by the time I came home and she was wondering what kind of demon she had stirred up.

She said she barely had time to clean up and get dressed, before I walked in the door. I remembered, Chris barely said, 'Hi,' before disappearing into his room.

About an hour after supper, I went to bed. She said, Chris came to her wanting more, and ended up fucking her four more times as I slept. Sharon told him, that, could never happen again. Not with me at home and the only reason she let him, was because she saw me take a pill.

She was so sore, she had to delay the shoot with Jack for two days. She wouldn't let Chris fuck her, but she sucked him off, several times.

The shoot had to be done. Chris would barely have time to edit things before turning it in. Sharon was nervous about having sex with him. And, Jack was nervous about having sex with his best friends ******, as he watched. A woman he'd known since the first grade, even if he was nineteen.

Everything went fine, until the moment of penetration. Jack froze. Sharon had to get him in. She grabbed his hard shaft and balls as she started moving her pussy on his glans. His eyes were great big and he remained unmoving until her hot pussy slid down his shaft.

She said Jack closed his eyes let out a big sigh and moaned. Sharon found out after, that she was his first as well. In fact, she was the first female to see or touch his genitals, in any way.

Once Jack got going, he was like the energizer bunny, he just kept going and going. Position after position, he pounded away at her pussy. Kissing, biting, feeling her entire body. After over twenty minutes, she was on her back. Spreading her legs wide, she reached around and fondled his balls.

Jack thrust hard, grunted, and unloaded deep in her womb. Sharon said she could feel his cock throb and the ***** of a half dozen spurts of sperm. Then he began shaking wildly and collapsed on top of her.

Jack got real nervous and quickly left. She barely wiped herself off before Chris was between her legs, licking away. He got her off again before crawling up to give her a hard fucking. That's the way it went, from then on. After she fucked one of the others, Chris would fuck her, long and hard. She got to where she wouldn't clean up, she'd just spread her legs and wait for Chris.

Chris was getting pushy and trying things, even with me in the house. Sharon said, one day, she grabbed him by the ear and marched him into the bathroom. "Enough, young man! I am happily married, and want to stay that way. When your ****** is in the house, you respect that and stop groping me! Besides, It's not like we're not doing anything." Then she walked out and Chris sulked for a couple of days.

The next shoot with Jack, he was more relaxed. He even ate pussy and got her off, several times. And, he fucked her three times, really getting into it. That's when he first started saying Mrs. Thomas, during the shoots. Chris picked up on it and developed an idea for a situational theme shoot.

The third time with Jack, was the suck me off like you promised video. I said I'd seen it and Sharon went on.

The fourth time with Jack, Sharon was nervous because it involved bondage. It was about an older woman, tied up and blindfolded by her young lover. "I really don't know about doing something like that. I mean. What if your ****** comes home and finds me like that?" She asked Chris.

They put it off for one of my out-of-town inspection days. Again cutting it close, for Chris, to get it turned in, for review and grading. They talked about the idea of Jack calling Sharon, Mrs. Thomas, and being *****ful. That would lead to him tying her up and blindfolding her before they fucked. Sharon knew Chris wouldn't allow her to be hurt. Still, she insisted on having a couple of ******, first.

The following is a transcript and description, of that video. My shock, was recognizing the narrators voice. It was our ********, Sherry. 'They're all in it but me. I'm the odd man out.'

**********

"Wow! You look great, Mrs. Thomas." Jack said, as Sharon answered the door.

"Why, Thank You." She said smiling.

As they turned toward the living room, Jack fondled her ass.

"Ja-ck! Be good, now." She yelped.

"I'm always good, Mrs. Thomas. You know that." He said as he continued to touch her.

She turned to face him. "What's in the bag?"

"Something for later. You'll like it. I know, I will."

She cocked her head as she looked at him. He quickly kissed her. She let him but didn't kiss back. She turned and walked on in to the living room.

(She hesitated, hoping he'd sit and she could sit elsewhere to delay the inevitable.) He nudged her backward with his thigh. Having no choice, she plopped on the couch. He sat against her.

(Trying to distract him, she leaned forward to get the TV remote. His hand touched her lower back, sending a wave of excitement through her. She didn't understand, why she let this happen. Why, she let her ***' best friend control her like he did. She loved it and wished he would make it slow and passionate, some of the time.)

As she sat back, his hand came around and cupped her tit. "Jack, Honey. Please! Can't you slow down? We have plenty of time." (Her verbal surrender, letting him know, she wanted it too.)

(Jack wanted it his way, not hers. To him, she was his. He was going to do what he wanted.) He began kissing her neck. As he licked up her neck and kissed her ear, he began unbuttoning her blouse.

"I like your perfume, Mrs. Thomas. Make sure you wear it more." He said as his hand went in her blouse, under her bra to her tit. Kissing her, he squeezed her soft pliant flesh hard, causing her to moan and try to retreat.

She reached for his head. (Thinking maybe she could slow him down, with kissing. He wasn't going to be slowed down. He wanted to do something and there was no stopping him. After all, she was his. He's fucked her many times since that, reward blowjob.)

He pulled away. "Get your clothes off, Mrs. Thomas. Get 'em off, now." He growled, while pulling his shirt off.

She lowered her eyes and resigned herself to it, with a sigh. (No matter what she wants, it is going to be his way. And she thought, 'I can't help myself. I love him treating me this way.')

(Naked, she stood before him, her moist pussy tingling in anticipation. She knew he would give her a hard fucking, with his young cock.) Taking something from the bag, he stood. She couldn't see it. Pinning her arms to her sides, his arms went around her, pulling her tightly against him.

He kissed her, *****fully, hungrily and ****** her arms behind her back. (She felt something slip up her arms and tighten, drawing them together.) "Jack! What are you doing!" She exclaimed while struggling to free her arms. "Don't do this! Honey, Please! Don't do this!"

He kissed her, to shut her up. (She knew, he was going to do what he wanted.)

Playing with her tit, he whispered in her ear. "I'm going to blindfold you and tie you to that table. So I can take my time fucking your mouth and pussy. I'll leave you like that, if you give me any more ****."

(As his words sunk in, she realized the futility of resistance. Besides, she wanted it. She wanted everything Jack did to her.)

He pulled the blindfold out of the bag. As he put it over her eyes, he asked, "You don't want me to leave you for your family to find, do you?"

(The thought of that, raced through her mind, causing her stomach to churn.) "No. Please! Do anything you want."

Sitting her on the table, he tied her legs. Then he freed her arms, laid her down and retied her arms to the table. He jerked her forward, so that her head fell from the table and looped a rope over her neck, to keep her from moving.

He paused briefly to kiss her as he mauled her tits. Pinching and pulling her nipples, causing her to cry out through the kisses.

He moved around, freed her legs to raise them up and tie her thighs and calves together. Then he tied them down. Opening her up like a clam.

(Helpless now, she wanted his cock. Her pussy flowed as she licked her lips.)

"Fuck Me." She moaned. He slapped her pussy. "Oh God, Please Jack. Baby. Fuck me hard."

He rubbed her mound with his hand as he moved forward and touched his cock to her pussy.

She rolled her head and moaned, "Yes! Oh Yes, Baby. Fuck, your slut."

With a scowl on his face, he shoved his cock into her. She yelled out, "AaaaH!" And he began slamming his cock into her as hard as he could.

"How's that, huh? Like ... that ... do ... you?" Saying a word on each ****** thrust.

She moaned and rolled her head around. (Yes! You stupid boy! She thought. I love it! Why else do you think, I let you control me!)

He was breathing hard and sweating from his exertion and slowed to a stop. But, not before she had a body shaking orgasm. Pulling his cock from her pussy, he walked around and shoved it in her mouth. Licking and sucking, she willingly accepted it.

(Yes, Yes, feed me your cock. Let me taste my pussy on it.)

Satisfied, he stepped back, taking her treat away. Her lips and tongue searching for it.

"Whew, Mrs. Thomas. I thought you wuz gonna get me off there for a sec'n. I'll cum when I'm ready, Mrs. Thomas. Mouth, pussy or both. When I'm ready." And he walked away.

Licking her lips, she squirmed a little.

(She wanted his young hard cock and would do anything to have him ravage her. God, I wish he'd come back and fuck me!)

Jack came back and began wiping his soft cock across her face. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, knowing not to do anything more, unless he said so. Reaching for her tits, he gently played with them and said, "Catch it, Mrs. Thomas. Get my cock in your mouth." He twisted her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as she did so.

She did her best to bring him to full hardness as he played with her tits. (Moaning and getting into it she thought he might fill her mouth with his first load.)

Jack abruptly stepped back, grabbed and squeezed his cock. (She had obviously brought him to the brink. But, he wanted her pussy. He loved cuming in this woman, he's known most of his life.)

Walking around, he rubbed his cockhead up and down her pussy. She moaned and wiggled.

"Please, quit teasing and Fuck Me!" She begged, rolling her head from side to side.

Jack was doing what he wanted, not what she wanted. "When I'm ready, Mrs. Thomas. When I'm ready." His voice, firm but soft.

He took his time working the head of his cock into her. When she felt her pussy slip over the flange she squeezed his cock. "That's it, Mrs. Thomas. Work your pussy."

(He didn't have to tell her to. It was automatic, for her pussy to try and hold on to a cock.)

When she began moaning, he pushed into her. She gasped and moaned out, "Yessss! Oh God, finally." Even though restrained, she tried fucking him. He smiled and began slow thrusts.

Her breathing became more rapid and her moans got louder.

[This is where Chris and Jack got a surprise interruption. No one had locked the front door. Timmy was standing in the doorway. His mouth open and his eyes bugged out from seeing Sharon tied up while Jack fucked her and Chris filming it.

He had seen Jack coming over and decided to see what was going on. Timmy didn't need to knock at our house, he was like family. Hell, we've known him since he was born, being one week older than Chris.

Chris kept the camera going and went to talk to Timmy.

Jack had stopped, frozen by being caught. Sharon moaned out loudly, "Don't stop baby! Please keep fucking me!" Jack' cock deflated.

Sharon didn't know what was happening and she kept begging. "Please baby, please. Don't stop. I need your cock, Baby. PLEASE!"

A hand motioned Jack to continue and he moved slowly. Then the camera circled again, going around beside Jack, to look up to Sharon' head. Timmy came into view. Again the hand motioned. Timmy unzipped his pants.

As Timmy pulled his cock out, Jack apprehensively said, "Got a surprise for ya, Mrs. Thomas."

Again the hand came out and Timmy touched his now erect cock to Sharon' mouth. She gasped and flinched. Then she opened her mouth, thinking it was Chris. The hand again and Timmy moved forward, sinking half his cock in Sharon' mouth.

Sharon isn't stupid. It didn't take her long to figure out the cock in her mouth, didn't belong to her ***. She liked being plugged at both ends and went with it for the enjoyment.

Most of this was edited out.]

The movie picked back up with, "Got a surprise for ya, Mrs. Thomas." And Timmy' cock entering her mouth.

She sucked it, like she knew who it was.

"Ya don't care whose cock is in your mouth, do ya, Mrs. Thomas?" Jack said as he continued slowly fucking her.

"No." She mumbled with it sliding back and forth in her mouth.

"And, I ain't tellin ya. Not now anyway. Maybe next time, I tie ya up, I'll let ya see who it is."

(She didn't care. She loved getting it from both ends. The way they see-sawed, it was like one cock passing all the way through her. Pleasuring both her mouth and pussy.)

In his excitement, Timmy was tensing as he neared the point of cuming. Jack noticed and asked, "Ya want him to cum in your mouth, Mrs. Thomas?"

The look on Timmy' face was priceless, as she said, "Yes," with his cock in her mouth.

"Pull out and let her tell ya." Jack said. As Timmy pulled his cock from her mouth, Jack said, "Tell him, Mrs. Thomas. Tell him where you want him to cum."

Through excited gasping she said, "In my mouth. ... I want you to cum in my mouth."

"See. She's m'slut. Give it to her. Cum in her mouth, like she said."

With his eyes wide, with excitement, Timmy put his throbbing cock back in her mouth.

(He wanted to cum in her mouth, from the start. Now, he was free to do so, without guilt. Relaxing, he went for it. Never having done something like this, shooting his load down her throat was going to be a great, first experience.)

His face took on the look. He began jerking. She began gulping. "That's it man, yeah. Coat her tonsils." Jack spurred him on as she increased her suction.

His first blowjob and she was giving him the full treatment. He doubled over and began quivering because her warm sucking mouth was causing all of those sensitive nerves to fire at once.

Jack started slamming into her. "Now it's my turn, Mrs. Thomas. Gonna fill your pussy, with boy cum."

Timmy' cock fell from her mouth, trailing cum across her cheek. She began rolling her head and moaning loudly.

Jack slammed into her as he came, making her yelp. "There y'are, Mrs. Thomas. Nuther load a boy cum, for my slut."

After Jack pulled out, Timmy disappeared. Jack freed her legs and put her panties on. Then he freed her arms and removed the blindfold. She started to get up.

"Uh, uh! Lay there, I'll get your clothes." Jack got her clothes and helped her get dressed.

She started to get up and Jack pushed her back down. "I need to clean up, before my husband gets home." She said meekly.

"Nah, I want you like that."

She tried to get up again. "But!"

He pushed her down, grabbed a tit and kissed her.

(She knew it would be Jack' way. She would kiss her husband, "Hello," with Jack' cum inside her.)

Jack had another nasty thought. "It's gonna be a few minutes. Scoot up, you can suck my cock, while we wait."

She looked at him, pleading, but complied.

"Yeah, that's it. You like sucking my cock, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Good. You can suck it, till I hear him come in the door. That way, you'll kiss him after sucking my cock."

(Yes, she thought. Yes, I'll kiss my husband after sucking your cock and with your cum in my pussy. Yes. Yes. Yes.)

After several minutes, there was the sound of a car. A minute passed and the front door,opened and closed. Jack left.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, sat up and got off the table.

**********

This was how Timmy entered the picture and when Sharon found out it was him, she was elated. She had wanted Timmy instead of Jack, because she liked him more. Feeling guilty about what was being done behind my back, she insisted no more people be involved.

But, Chris needed one more assigned theme.

I wanted to know more about these boys crude treatment of Sharon. Manhandling her. Her saying, she is their slut. It worried me. Sharon told me that it was just a segment of assignments.

"How many?" I asked.

"A dozen or so." She replied.

Her reply echoed in my mind and I thought, 'How many of these things have they made?'

"I have to admit, that it is a little thrilling. But, I don't want to be thought of like that, or treated that way, all the time."

She went to Chris' room and came back a couple of minutes later. Smiling, she said, "I know a couple of his hiding places," as she held up a card. It was labeled, 'They control her.' The card was full of short film clips.

The first was Sharon in the back yard, working in her flower bed. She looks up and smiles as Timmy says, "Hi'ya, Mrs. Thomas."

"Hi-e." She replied, sweetly.

"What'ya doin?" He asked as he walked over to her.

"Spreading these out a bit. They've gotten root bound."

"I think my root's a little bound, too." He said rubbing his crotch.

"Tim-my! Must you always be so crude?"

"Aw, you know you love it, Mrs. Thomas." He said as he unzipped his pants. "Now, how about takin care a my root?"

She looked up and smiled. "Wait'll we go inside."

"You're takin care a roots, Mrs. Thomas. So, take care a mine. Now!"

Smiling meekly, she turned toward him and reached for his exposed cock.

As she stroked it, he said, "Get to it, Mrs. Thomas. Suck it. Unbound my cock, Mrs. Thomas."

She leaned forward and took him in her mouth. Right there, in broad daylight, in the backyard.

"Yeah, that's it. Suck my cock like a good slut, Mrs. Thomas. That's what ya are, you know. My slut." He closed his eyes as her lips went tightly up and down his cock.

Then it was a couple of minutes, of Sharon bobbing her head on his cock.

"Before I come in your mouth, tell me what you are, Mrs. Thomas."

Sharon grasped his cock, moved her head back and looked up at him with lust filled eyes. "I'm your slut, Baby. Your ... Slut. I wanna eat your cum."

"Get back at it, slut. Go for the gold. I'm ready ta feed ya."

Sharon went back to sucking him off. In less than a minute, he grabbed her head and jammed his cock down her throat. She gagged and gulped as he emptied his balls. He let go of her head and his spent cock slipped from her mouth. She licked her lips and smiled.

"Oooo, Weee, Mrs. Thomas. Ur one good cock sucker. Tell ya what. I'm gonna come back this afternoon for a fuck. I want ya in heels, no panties. And, when I walk in, you bend over for it."

Sharon looked down and meekly said, "OK."

"What's gonna happen this afternoon, Mrs. Thomas?'

"I'm going to wear heels. No panties. And, as soon as you walk in, I'm to bend over to be fucked."

"Yeah, that's right, Mrs. Thomas. See ya later." He left and the camera went back to Sharon, kneeling there smiling.

The next scene was the follow up. Timmy came in the house. They said, "Hello." Then Sharon turned around and presented herself for fucking. No foreplay, just here's my pussy, fuck me.

He entered her unready pussy **********, causing her to cry out. Without a word, he fucked her hard and fast. After cuming, he wiped his cock on her ass and left.

The ending shot was her bent over with cum dripping down her legs from her pussy.

Another, was Sharon in the basement, doing laundry.

"Hey, Mrs. Thomas. Where ya at?" Timmy called out from upstairs.

"Down here." Sharon replied.

Timmy came bouncing downstairs. They smiled at each other.

"Wow Mrs. Thomas! You look good, even when ya work." "Why, Thank You, Timmy."

"Yeah, I can almost see them tits a urs, through that dress."

"Timmy! The 'compliment' was ruined, when the 'redneck' started."

"Aw, you always say that stuff, but you know ya like it. An I can see them puppies movin round." Sharon smiled. "Ya wearin panties? I can't tell."

"Yes! I'm wearing panties. Now, can't you talk about something else?"

He had made his way behind her. Quickly, he reached out and grabbed her from behind. His hands on her tits, he pulled her back and kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and moaned.

"Get them panties off. I wanna taste ur pussy."

"Timmy, Honey. Let me finish, and we can go up to bed."

"Get them panties, OFF SLUT! I wanna taste ur pussy, RIGHT NOW!" He was still kissing her neck and nibbling her ear. She sighed, pulled her dress up and wiggled out of her panties.

"Can we, please, go to bed, Honey?"

"Shut up, slut! N git on that washer!" He growled, spun her around and lifted her up. "Ya want me ta eat ur pussy, for I fuck ya. Don't ya, Slut?" He said, as he pushed her legs apart.

"Yes, yes, use your slut, baby. I'm yours, use me."

"That's right, Mrs. Thomas. Ur mine ta use. Ain't nobody, been in there today, have they? Don't want no surprises, when I stick my tongue in that hot hole a urs." He said as he leaned in to smell her pussy.

"No, baby. Nobody's been there." Sharon softly said, waiting for him to do as he wanted. She wanted it too, because he very seldom took care of her instead of making her service him in some way. She caressed his head.

He licked the length of her pussy, sending a shiver through her. He smiled, and began licking all over, in earnest. Sending continued shivers through her body. He began sucking her inner and out lips, into his mouth, between licks causing her to tremble and hold his head.

It wasn't until he moved to her clit, that she shook violently, causing her tits to dance under the dress.

"Damn, Mrs. Thomas! Ya got a hair trigger, today. I'm gonna let ya have another one a those before I fill ur pussy with boy cum." After a couple of licks, he looked up and said. "Git that dress off. I wanna look up n see them tits."

Sharon pulled the dress off, leaving her completely naked with tits swaying. Timmy looked up, smiled and began licking her pussy again. He was watching her tits jiggle as she trembled from the sensations his mouth was giving her pussy.

He stayed at it longer, this time, before he tongued her g-spot and nosed her clit, for the final push to her orgasm. She was gasping and shaking so much, her bouncing tits were a blur.

His tongue came out. The tip touching the bottom of her pussy. Curling up, it parted her lips and entered her vagina. Continuing upward, it curled around to her g-spot as his nose rubbed her clit. He did this several times.

Sharon was really shaking. Her fingers curled through his hair as she gripped his head. She was having a long hard orgasm.

Finally, his head continued up. His tongue lifted her protruding, hard, throbbing clit and he sucked it into her mouth.

That was it for Sharon. She was having a massive orgasm. Her legs clamped against his ears as she doubled over, shaking violently and pulled his head against her pussy. The only thing Timmy could do was keep tonguing and sucking while she had this orgasm of orgasms.

When her whimpers and shaking subsided, Sharon released Timmy' head. He looked up smiling and said, "Da-um, Mrs. Thomas, ya had a bigun! I had ta swallow fast, ta keep from drownin on ur cum."

Sharon' eyes were closed and she continued shaking as he stood. She was still dazed by her orgasm, when Timmy pulled her off the washer and spun her around.

"Time ta fuck ya." He said as he pushed her head down on the washer. With one hand on the small of her back, he rubbed his cockhead all over her pussy. "What ya want, Mrs. Thomas? Huh? What ya want?"

"Fucked." Sharon moaned.

"Huh, what's that?"

"Fucked! I want fucked!"

"Why's that, Mrs. Thomas?"

"Cause I'm a slut. I'm your (he slammed into her, causing her to cry out) SLUT."

Holding her hips, buried completely in her, he asked, "Whadaya, say?" "Please."

"No-o!"

"Fuck Me! Fuck Your Slut!"

Smiling, he started full length, rapid thrusts. Pulling back on her hips with each forward lunge. Sharon was moaning and holding on to the washer to keep from being driven forward by his hard thrusts.

Looking down, he watched her pussy pull out along his cock and fold back in with it, repeatedly. Her tits, swung wildly, beneath her. Each time he drove it home, she moaned or whimpered as he grunted.

He kept at it, never slowing up, until Sharon cried out, "Oh, God, Baby! Please cum. Cum in your slut. ... Oh God, Please Cum In Your Slut. Give It To Me!"

I don't know if it was her words or if he was ready, but, with a grimace on his face, he slammed into her hard.

Sharon cried out, "Yessss!"

"There Slut ... Fillin ... your ... cunt ... with ... boy ... cum." Each word emphasized with a hard push into her.

Moaning and gasping whimpers, Sharon writhed on his spewing young cock. He held himself against her as all movement came to a stop.

"Pick up ur panties and put 'em on. Don't want my cum runnin down ur legs, when I pull out."

Sharon obeyed. As he pulled out, she pulled her panties up.

"Clean my cock off, slut. I can't go to school smellin like your cunt." Sharon got on her knees and began licking him clean. "Don't forget my balls. You juiced them up too." Once again, she did exactly as he said.

Satisfied, he pulled his pants up and left. It ended with Sharon on her knees. She licked her lips and wiped her face with her hand.

All of these were basically the same. One or the other, would come in, grab her tits, ass or pussy and either fuck her or have her suck them off. With total indifference. Calling her a slut and having her say she was. Making her do the nasty clean up.

Yes, it was a turn on, watching it. But, I still didn't like her being treated that way. Sharon explained, they were through with that. And, Chris got double grades from the review committee, the class, and the professor.

My further shock was yet to come, after Sharon sucked and fucked me. She told me about her and Sherry. Chris needed a ************** theme and since he was fucking both of them, he wanted them to do it.

"I'd never eaten pussy or messed with a woman. And, besides, honey, I'd rather do it with Sherry than some unknown girl."

I'd find out about that, later. It sank in that they were all having sex and I wasn't getting ****. I mean, hell, Sharon wasn't fucking me any more than normal. And, Sherry sure as hell wasn't giving me any, not even looks at her voluptuous body. My *** was getting more pussy than a porn star, from his ****** and sister. I was getting pissed about being the dumbass husband, supporting the family fucking, and Sharon could feel my mood change.

"What's the matter, Honey?"

"I think you know! Until I found that bag, I was just the idiot husband, whose family was fucking behind his back!"

Without giving her a chance to respond, I got up and left. I had to resolve this new found conflict in my mind. I quickly dressed and left the house. Knowing better than to drive, I walked and thought. Thought about what a dumbass I was for all of this fucking going on under my nose.

I love Sharon and never would have thought of any of this. The idea of her fucking someone else, irritated me. Yet, I liked watching it, especially with our ***. And, the tiny thought of Sherry had grown into a full out desire to fuck and suck her pussy dry. But, I wasn't getting any!

I just walked and thought, walked and thought, until my cell rang.

"J C, Honey. Where are you?"

"Uh, don't know." I said, looking around. I really didn't know where I was. I was just walking and thinking.

"J C, Please tell me where you are. You've been gone almost two hours. Let me come and get you!"

I looked around and realized, I had almost walked to the next town, eight miles away. "Uh, take the cemetery road, west, I'll wait here."

"How far?"

"Just take the road!" I hung up and sat down.

It seemed to take longer than I thought it shoud, for her to get there. When I finally saw the car, I thought, 'What'd she do, fuck one of her boys first!' But, she didn't, she got me something cold to *****, on the way. I was bitter, because I wasn't getting any. That was going to change and it was Sharon who was bringing it about.

She pulled up and I sat there. Looking at her, I couldn't help but smile. '***-of-a-bitch! I still love her!' She got out of the car and brought me the ice-tea. Without saying anything, she let me *****. When I stood up, I almost dropped the tea, when she hugged and kissed me.

I let her drive. After we got going, she said, "You know, I think I know what's bothering you."

"Oh?"

With a big smile, she said, "Yeah, and I've taken care of that."

"And, just how have you taken care of what's bothering me?"

"I called, Sherry. She's on her way home."

"But, she'll miss classes."

"It won't hurt. Besides, she's wanted what I asked her to do, for a long time."

'Now what? I gotta watch my ******** fuck somebody!' "OK, just what did you ask her to do?"

Her foot came off the gas as she looked at me smiling. "Why, Fuck You, Of Course!"

I got lightheaded and dizzy, "What! You asked her to come home and have sex with me. And, and, she's coming!"

"Sure! That is your problem, isn't it? Everybody's getting some, but you. Now, I can watch you and Sherry. Like you watched, me and Chris."

The realization of it sank in. 'Damn! I'm really going to make love with my 'Sexy Little, Big Titted, ********!' I got weak again.

We didn't talk, the rest of the way home. I sat there thinking about what I'd do, and how I'd do it. All fantasy. And in this case, reality turned out to be much, much better.

Since it was going to be several hours before Sherry got home from school, I wanted to know about this Paul fella. I couldn't think of any Paul that we knew or the kids knew.

"So, tell me. Is that Paul, the other man, I have to worry about?"

Sharon looked down. "Oooo, yes and no. He is the other man." That was a punch in the gut. "But, you don't have to worry about him."

"WELL! Who is he?"

Still looking down she softly said, "Paul Finley."

'Paul Finley ... Paul Finley.' I thought. "I don't know a Paul Finley."

"Yes you do. Him and his wife, used to live behind us."

"So, the two of you've been at it for a long time."

"No-o!" She said, exasperated. "We only did it twice, for Chris. Besides, you know he's old enough to be my ******."

That's when it hit me, who he was. 'Fin ... Ol' Fin.' "You mean, Ol' Fin and his wife Lu something or other?"

Her eyebrows shot up to make a point. "LU ANN! Her name was Luann and his name is Paul."

"She ..."

"Died of cancer and he moved to an apartment."

"So how did you two ..."

"Get together? Well, Chris needed a Father/******** shoot. He wasn't about to talk to you about it, so he asked me to think of something. At first I couldn't, then I remembered what Luann told me about Paul."

"What's, he hung?"

"OOOOOOO!" Sharon growled in irritation. "Why are you men always worried about someone having a bigger cock than you do?"

"Maybe, cause you women are always slobbering over them."

"Oh, we are not! As long as it gets hard, a cock is a cock."

"And, Tits are tits. Don't get upset when I look."

"OK, OK! Now can I get back on subject?" I nodded, yes. Sharon shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Luann told me Paul had an ejaculation problem."

When Sharon said that, I thought 'premature ejaculation' and said that. "No-o. He has a hard time ejaculating. To the point that often, he doesn't. He would go at it for hours, until she would go dry and get raw. She had to buy lubricant, by the box. Any way, I asked her one time, if she ever helped him with oral sex. And, she said, 'Oh, No. Never!'

"You saying, she never gave him a blowjob?"

"That's right. I found out, for sure from Paul. She never sucked his cock or let him eat pussy. She considered it, 'Just Plain Nasty,' to do that sort of thing."

"Whoa! I thought, everyone performed a little oral."

"Not, LuLu, as Paul called her. Anyway, I figured he was an old man who didn't live around here and was alone for a while. I looked him up and gave him a call. He agreed to meet me for lunch, one day."

"So, you just, up and asked him to fuck you."

"No-o! Stop the smartass!"

"Yeah, OK. Sorry."

"You will be, if you keep it up. ... We small talked and I found out he wasn't involved with someone. Then I told him about Chris' studies. He wasn't offended by it, so I told him about needing someone for a Father/******** shoot."

"What'd he say?"

"He just looked at me. I put my hand on his and said, 'I'm asking you to be my ******, for it.' And, his eyes got big."

"And?"

"After a long pause, which had me thinking he wouldn't, he smiled and said, 'Really! You want me to be in a love scene, with you?' I squeezed his hand and said, 'Not a love scene, an intercourse scene. He said, 'Goddamn, you're serious, aren't you?' I said I was and he agreed to wait for my call."

Sharon said she made the arrangements with Chris and called Paul. When he got to the house, he was nervous, because he'd never done anything like that before. They took it slow. Chris had them posing in and out of the house, doing things.

Then Chris had them bumping into each other, inside. When Chris told Paul to put his hand on Sharon' ass, he slowly did it. Sharon said, she caressed his cheek and then kissed him. But, he didn't loosen up until she put his other hand on her tit.

Sharon said, she said, "Do you understand now, dad, that I want to help you with anything. Anything at all. Now that mom's gone." Then she turned into him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

He loosened up more and his hands began to roam. They moved down to the small of her back and paused before one moved to her ass and squeezed. She wiggled and leaned back, his hands came up and began fumbling with her blouse.

She helped him remove it, and then took his hands and put them on her sides, and said, "Undo my bra."

"You shoulda seen the look on his face, when I shrugged my bra off and put his hands on my tits."

"I can imagine. If someone did that to me, I'd have a look too."

"A tit hound, like you wouldn't. You'd just start in on 'em."

"Anyway, he just played with 'em for a bit. Until I pulled his head down to them. Then he went nuts, licking, kissing and sucking them."

"I bet! It's not everyday an otherwise strange woman, does that for a guy."

"Yeah, you'd love it." I smiled, cause I would.

*

"I put a hand between his legs. He was hard, so I began taking off his pants. He didn't stop going after my tits, until they dropped. Then his head shot up and he looked at me, in surprise.

I kissed him, dropped to my knees and pulled his shorts down. I looked up and smiled as I took his cock in my hand. He said, 'Ah, um, uh. You sure you want to do that?"

'Uh huh, I'm sure, dad.' I said, before I licked the underside of it. A shiver ran through him. When I put it in my mouth, his whole body jerked and he moaned, 'OH God!'

His legs started trembling. I didn't know if he was going to stay on his feet, because the more I sucked, the more his legs shook.

His hands went for my head, several times, until I put them there. That helped him quit bobbing up and down so much. He moaned out, loudly, 'Dear God! This is fantastic! Oh, My!' And he really started shaking.

I'd only been sucking his cock for about five minutes, when it got harder, signaling he was about to cum. He tried pulling back and stepped back. But, I stayed with him and kept sucking. I tickled his balls and his cock throbbed as the first spurt blasted into my mouth.

'Aaaaaaaah, Gaaawd!' He cried out and began shaking, uncontrollably.

Boy did he cum a lot, it was all I could do to get it all. He was grunting and gasping as he shook all over. I couldn't understand it, Luann said he had a hard time ejaculating, yet here he did it like the rest of you. 'Build Up and Blast Off.'

Chris had to stop filming. Paul just wouldn't stop thanking me for what I'd done. He had never came in a woman's mouth before. Or, had a blowjob, for that matter.

Since, I did what I did, he wanted to do the same thing. But, the only pussy he'd tasted was Luann' after he played with her. In fact, she saw him lick his fingers one time and wouldn't kiss him for days.

He was apprehensive about it and didn't want to look like a fool on camera. So, Chris left the room. We both finished undressing and I began kissing him to loosen him up again. His hands went everywhere, my tits, my ass, my pussy, all over.

After a couple of minutes, I whispered in his ear, 'Are you ready to taste my pussy?' He shivered and softly said, 'Yes.' I settled into the big chair, raised and spread my legs, and said, 'Do anything you want, Paul. Anything, at all.'

Slowly he got on his knees and ran his hands over my legs. Then he looked at me and said, 'You know. I always wanted to eat Lulu' pussy. She never would let me.' Then he leaned forward and buried his face in my pussy.

For the longest time, he stayed like that. Then slowly, he began kissing. Then he began licking and moaning. I think he wanted to eat pussy, so much, for so long, that he was in heaven at being able to.

He was doing great, and I told him so. He licked and sucked every inch, from asshole to clit and leg to leg. He even tried getting his tongue as far into me as he could, wiggling it around. I let him give me a strong flowing orgasm. He didn't flinch at the flow, in fact he hungrily lapped it up.

I made him quit and he pouted. When I called Chris back in and told him Paul was ready for his pussy eating scene, his expression changed. Paul is one pussy eating hound. In fact, the second shoot, has him eating my pussy more than anything else.

Chris got him giving me several strong orgasms as his hands roamed all over my body. He even played with and pulled my nipples during the last and strongest orgasm. An orgasm that had me writhing and almost screaming. I had to take a break and recover, so we cuddled and kissed a while. Then remaining naked, we snacked.

We were back on the couch and I rubbed Paul' leg. He already had a hardon. Kissing him, I whispered, 'You want something else, don't you Daddy?' He groaned and I grasped his cock. 'You want to fuck me, don't you?' He shuddered and thrust his hips. 'I want that too, Daddy. I want you to fuck me.'

Slowly, he got up and between my legs. He had a look of pure lust on his face as I rubbed his cockhead all over my pussy. He began breathing heavily and I whispered, 'Go ahead, daddy. Fuck your little girl.'

He pushed in a little and hesitated. My pussy was so wet and ready, he could have buried himself to the hilt, if he wanted to. He took it slow. I don't know if he was savoring the feel of a pussy again or afraid of what he was doing.

Slowly, teasingly, he worked his cock all the way into my pussy, giving me an orgasm in the process. Once in he kissed me and softly asked, 'Are you sure about this, Honey?'

I wrapped my arms and legs around him and said, 'Yessss, Daddy, Yes. Fuck me. Fuck your baby girl, like you did, Mom.' He shuddered and began thrusting.

He did it beautifully. Hard thrusts, building in tempo, causing me to have rolling orgasms building to the big one. Just as my orgasm peaked, causing me to moan loudly while my pussy spasmed on his cock, he almost came to a stop.

I knew he didn't cum, but he came normally when I sucked him off. After thirty minutes of this, with me having a dozen orgasms and beginning to dry out, I figured it out. I had him lube us up and I paid attention to him.

I could tell by his expression, he was concentrating on the fucking. Then as it was building in me, his expression would change. He was concentrating on the pleasure. When he did this, he would almost stop, losing the pleasure and have to start again.

It was something, I never would have guessed. His mind wouldn't let him feel the pleasure and do the act, at the same time. I watched him several more times. Not just to figure it out, but because I was having more orgasms than I've ever had. So many, they were draining me of energy.

I thought, if he can't fuck and get off at the same time. How about, if he is fucked instead. I pulled him down and whispered, so it couldn't be heard, 'I want to get on top and fuck you.' He started to pull out and I stopped him with my legs. 'Stay in and roll over.'

Once on top, I cowgirled him and it was working. His expression was building lust since he was being fucked, instead of fucking. I pulled his face to my tits, inviting him to suck. That held him off for a while, letting me build to another strong orgasm.

'Yessss, Daddy, yes! ... Fill my pussy with cum, Daddy! ... Fill my pussy with cum!'

He did. Grabbing my ass he slammed into me, hard. I could feel his cock throbbing as his hot cum blasted into me.

Ooooh, God! Yes, Daddy! Yessss!' I almost screamed.

'Aaaaaah, God!' He groaned, loudly.

It really was intense, J C. One of the best fucks, I've ever had."

"Gee, Thanks! That makes me feel good."

"Damn It, J C! Don't do that! You know I love you, and I wouldn't tell you about it, if I didn't."

I was humbled, because I knew Sharon loved me as much as I loved her. The phone rang and she went to answer it.

I sat there, absentmindedly stroking my cock, and thinking. Not about what she had just told me, but, about her and her ******, doing it. That will never happen, cause her parents are both gone.

She startled me a little, running her hands down my chest. She whispered, "That was Sherry. She'll be here in 15. She said she was starved, so I ordered pizza." She kissed my cheek. "Now, leave that thing alone and wait for your ********."

I heard her, but, I was still kind of lost in a thoughtful daze. Sharon slapped my hand. "I Said, Leave That Thing Alone And Wait For Your ********!"

I stopped, turned to look at her and she kissed me. "C'mon, let's get dressed. Sherry and the pizza will be here soon."

I followed, loving the site of her naked backside in front of me.

We dressed and went to the kitchen to get all the pizza extras ready. Neither of us heard Sherry come in. I caught movement and turned to look.

'Holy Fucking ****!' My eyes bugged out and my jaw dropped. There stood Sherry, looking absolutely beautiful. I had never seen her dressed like that before, ever. She even accentuated her breasts.

Sharon noticed and said, "Oh, Hi, Hon. Wow, you should do that more often. Look what it's doing to your ******."

She was right, I was almost panting. Mouth open, eyes bugged, I was taking in the beauty before me.

Sherry giggled. "Like my outfit, Daddy?" She giggled again and wiggled. "I got it for you. Just for you." She turned side to side.

I was blown away. My normally wrapped up little girl was a full blown voluptuous woman. She was wearing black thin strap high heels, lavender toenail polish. A snug, mid-thigh, light blue dress, that accentuated her body, especially her breasts. A diamond studded blue ******. Lavender lipstick and very light lavender eye shadow. Her long dark hair pulled back and tightly braided.

"Turn around, Honey. Let him see all of you."

Looking at me sensually, Sherry did a slow turn. Oh, man, my mouth was watering. I couldn't believe my little girl was this beautiful.

No thought of societies morals. No thought of betraying my wife. No thought of wronging my ********. My only thought was of fucking her tight, hot, wet pussy.

The doorbell rang. "Ah, pizza's here." Sharon chirped. I was in a daze and didn't care.

"Mom, wait a minute. Did you ask for Ryan to deliver?"

"Yes. And I'm curious as to why you'd ask for that peanut head."

"*************, super-jock got injured and lost his scholarship. Now the only thing he's good for, is delivering pizza. Him and his jock buddies made my life hell. Now, I want to show him what the 'frumpy ugo,' really looks like."

Her statement even brought me out of it, and we looked at her, like, "HUH!"

Sherry smiled, cupped her tits, and said, "I'm gonna be a little naughty, when I open the door."

We waited as she went to get the pizza. After a couple of minutes we heard the door slam and Sherry laughing loudly. She was still laughing, when she got back to the kitchen. We asked what happened.

"When I answered the door, his eyes bugged out as he saw me. I said, 'Now where did I put that money,' as I exposed my right breast. 'Oh, not there,' I said and exposed my left breast. 'Oops, not there, either,' I said and gave a little wiggle. He was trembling. I raised my dress and reached into my panties, 'Here it is!' I squealed.

He almost dropped the pizzas and I thought he was going to faint. I handed him the money, took the pizzas and said, 'Now you have something to get off with.' And, I slammed the door."

"That was really bad, Sherry!" Sharon said, seriously.

"It's comeuppance, for how he treated me, Mom. Believe me, him and his jock friends, deserve much worse. I'd like to cut their balls off, so dickheads like them can't procreate."

"****, I think, I would of passed out. If you did that to me."

With a sly sexy smile, Sherry cocked her head, and said, "OH, I'm gonna do much more than that to you, Daddy. Much more."

She was on me in a flash. Arms around my neck, she had me in a lip lock. And, damn, I felt that kiss, all the way to my feet.

"Alright, little lady! Back off now. There's plenty of time for that." Sharon said, kind of laughing.

My brains, immediately went to my hardon.

Sherry loosened her grip and gave me a couple of pecking kisses, before stepping away. She patted my cock and said, "Calm down, Daddy. Herbie's gonna meet his Love Bug, soon enough."

For a moment, my mind went totally blank. Then I thought, 'Damn! In a few short days, I've went from thinking I had a normal family. To, openly having, full family sex!'

Then Sharon came over and whispered, "Mmmm, J C. I think, she's gonna turn you every which way but loose."

We settled down to eat, with me trapped between two women. One of which, I couldn't stop looking at. After a few minutes of small talk, about the town, school and home, it got quiet for a minute.

Then sherry said, "Mom, I have to let you know something."

"What, Sweetie."

"You've been setup."

"Huh! What? What do you mean?"

"You encouraged Chris to do his photography. He chose film school, instead of college, like me. His plan was to get you to pose for him and then work you into bed."

"But, he was so innocent and embarrassed when it happened."

"All part of his plan, Mom. If fact, that night after you agreed to pose for him, he called me. He said, you'd agreed to pose. Then he said, 'I'll be fuckin mom soon. Then we'll get you and dad together.' I made him promise to show me everything."

Sharon and I looked at each other, in surprise.

"It wasn't easy, driving back here to see everything at night. I missed a lot of *****, but still managed to keep my classes up. And, most of what Chris had you doing, was my idea, not his."

"So, you're saying, the two of you manipulated all of this?"

"We-ll, actually ... ME. I knew from the beginning, that if I could get my brother and ******, together. Then, I could have what I wanted. Which was, Daddy."

"But, why?"

"Because, I'm in love with Daddy. So we started having sex and planning on how to have what we wanted. Or, so Chris, thought."

"Oh! And what if we end this, right now?"

"You won't, you like it too much."

"You're awful sure of things, little lady."

"Admit it Mom, you love what you've been doing. Once you posed, the only obstacle was Daddy. You sure as hell, didn't do anything, but, get more and more involved. ... And, right now, I'm betting, he wants to fuck me way too much to stop." Sherry paused, looking at me with a sly, coy smile. "I'm right, aren't I? You want to plow your little girls field."

"Yeah, yeah, I do. And, your ******* going to watch."

"See Mom, nobody has to pretend anymore. We can all have the sexual relationship we want."

Sherry kissed me and reached across to grab her ******' blouse. Pulling her to us, Sherry kissed her ******. "Now, let's take this to the livingroom and get more comfortable."

In the living room, Sherry put on some music and pulled me back up to dance. After a minute, she kissed me and looked at her ******.

"Aren't you supposed to have a camera, Mom? We don't want your lover to miss anything."

'Damn!' I thought. 'All of this has been manipulated by our ********. Because she wants to fuck me, her ******. ... Well, I'm going for it. Because, all of it has turned me on, like a ***********.'

I completely forgot about Sharon as Sherry and I dirty danced. Moving to the music, we kissed and gropped all around the room. I haven't done that, since Sharon and I were first married. Pretty soon, Sherry started undoing my clothes. I started to reciprocate and she stopped me.

"Uh, uh! I'm stripping you. Then you're going to watch as I strip, for you."

She kept us dancing as she slowly removed my clothes. Then she pushed me down on the couch. She began a slow sensuous dance. She stopped and looked back over her shoulder.

"I went and learned how to dance in a strip club. This is just for you, Daddy. You're little girl wants to turn you on."

Pushing a button on the stereo, Sherry started her show. And, Damn, it was good. I've never been to a strip club, but I have seen stuff in porn. Her dance, sure as hell had that beat by a long ways.

My cock got hard quick. Especially, when her magnificent tits came into view. ****, I believe, I got harder and longer than normal. Sherry noticed and her smile got bigger and bigger. I saw something, too. Her nipples had little white drops on them. I hadn't believed it, but she really was full of milk.

She was right in front of me and cupped her tits in her hands. "Like 'em, Daddy? They're all me. Nothin' fake about these babies." She leaned down. "Open wide. I got a surprise for you."

I opened my mouth as she brought her tits close to my face. Squeezing, she shot a stream from each tit, into my mouth. It surprised me, that she didn't miss.

"Don't be so surprised, Daddy. I've had plenty of practice, aiming these babies." She squirted into my mouth again. "Does it taste good?"

I licked my lips. "Yeah, yeah it does."

Sherry chuckled. "Well, from now on, you can suck 'em anytime you want."

She gave me a half dozen, rapid fire streams from each nipple, before sticking the left one in my mouth. Putting my hands on her back, I held her and sucked greedily, my mouth filling with her sweet nectar.

"Ummmm, yeah, Daddy, you do like it. God, it feels good, to finally have you sucking on them. Instead of having to fantasize all the time."

She cradled my head in her hand as she fed me each tit for several minutes. Moaning repeatedly she would pull my face against her each time.

I was sucking down my ********' sweet milk hungrily. And, although well fed, I was light headed from the effort. Sherry pulled back, my mouth still sucking as she kissed me. My mind was in a fog. Hell, I was high on a new ****, my ********.

I didn't even realize she slipped on down, until she grasped, licked my cock and said, "My turn to suck something, Daddy." She briefly put the head of my cock in her mouth and twisted her head around. "Mmmm, yeah! The real thing." She put my cock back in her mouth and pushed her lips tightly all the way to the base of my shaft.

I trembled from the sensations and remembered the video of her sucking her brother' cock. She was moving slow, as if to savor the moment. With her tongue licking around, her lips moved tightly up to the head of my cock and then back down. God! She had me shaking.

It didn't take my talented ******** long, to bring me to the precipice, with her mouth. My cock hardened, painfully, preparing to deliver semen to her hungry mouth. She stopped, squeezing my balls and cock, with her hands.

"Uh, uh, Daddy! Your first load goes in my pussy. I'll ***** cum, later. After you fill my pussy." She kissed the end of my cock and then dragged her tits up my body to kiss me. "You ready to fuck your little girl? Huh? You ready to pound your cock into your baby girl?"

I almost came, just from hearing her talk like that. "Yessss! Yessss!" I managed to say in a moaning mumble.

She raised up and I felt her rubbing the head of my cock on her pussy. Her lips parted and the end of my cock got very warm. "Feel how hot my pussy is, Daddy? It wants the cock that made it, real bad." She dropped, impaling herself on my cock and I felt her button pressing into my skin.

"God, Yes!" She almost screamed. Her huge tits danced around as her whole body shook while she was grinding against me.

Damn right, it felt good. Her pussy was hot and her uterus felt like a vibrator, gripping my cock. She began bouncing on me. Hissing, "Yes, Yes, Yes." Each time she slammed herself down on my cock.

She was going to bring me off quick. Her pussy was hotter and tighter than her ******.' Slamming down, hard, on me, she fell forward, moaning. She already had an orgasm. That stopped me from filling her pussy with cum. I began thrusting, as best I could with her pressing against me.

"Oh God, Daddy!" Sherry was moaning, wantonly, in my ear. "My fantasies were never this good."

"Not even with your brother?"

"Even with him, I thought about you. ... This is better. Lots, lots, better." She pushed up to start bouncing again.

"Oh, Jesus, Sherry." I moaned, due to her full length bouncing on my cock.

"Yes, Daddy, Yes! If I could, I'd get all of you inside me!" She reached down and pulled my head up, between her tits. "Fuck me, Daddy! Oh ... God ... I'm ... Gonna ... Cum ... A ... Gain."

As she shook violently, she was squeezing my head so tightly against her chest, I thought she was going to break my neck. When she relaxed, I gasped for air, while being slapped by her tits. She was off to the races again, and I thought, 'Damn! She's gone crazy.' All I could do was hang on for the ride.

I pushed sideways to suck a tit and she eased up a bit. 'Ah, sucking her tits, mellows her out.' So, I increased my suction and tonguing her aureole. It put her into a cantor, allowing me to thrust along with her.

"Yes, Daddy. I knew it'd be good. Jesus, you have no idea." She shuddered and the inside of her pussy got hotter. Especially that sleeve, rippling up and down my shaft.

I was wanting to cum, but just then, Sharon whispered in my ear. "I understand, now. I want this, too. All of it." She kissed me, passionately, as her words rolled around in my head and our ********' pussy got hotter.

"Our *** is going to breed me. Just like you are breeding our ********." Sharon kissed me again as her words burned through my brain.

I couldn't hold back, my cock had a mind of its own becoming hard as steel as sperm rushed forth into Sherry' womb.

Sherry fell forward, shaking violently. "Yessss, Daddy! Oh, God! I feel your hot sperm filling me!" We were both gasping as Sharon caressed our heads.

When we both caught our breath, Sherry whispered, "How did you know, Mom?"

"You did everything for your lover. And, you're ovulating. It stands out, like a neon sign. Oh, yeah, I saw this months, unused birth control pack, in your purse."

"You don't care, Mom? Really?"

"The one you should ask, is your ******. He is, after all, the one you were trying to trick."

I was in a fog. Here was my wife and ********, casually talking about me getting my ******** pregnant. And, then, there was that, 'Our *** is going to breed me,' statement. And, you know what? I didn't mind. In fact, I actually liked the idea.

"Is it, Okay? I mean, can I have your baby, Daddy?"

I hugged her and kissed her, before answering. "Yes, Baby, Yes. Let's have a baby." Then I whispered in her ear, "We can watch your ****** and brother make one too."

"Oh, Ye-ah!" Sherry squealed as she wiggled against me. "Um, Daddy. You're still hard. Let's go again, so's you can give me some more sperm."

"OKAY, BABY. But, this time, I want on top."

Sharon kissed me. "How about, taking it to the bedroom, this time."

"Can you carry me in there, like this, Daddy? I want to keep your cock in my pussy."

I thought, 'Damn! I don't know. I haven't done that in a while.'

"C'mon, honey. Carry her in there, like you used to do me." Sharon whispered and kissed my ear.

It took a little effort, but I got up and started to the bedroom. She didn't seem that heavy, but after a couple of steps, I had to change the way I was holding her. Raising her up, I quickly moved my hands to her ass. She came down hard on my cock, moaned and tightened her arms around my neck.

Every few steps, she would shiver, her firm tits grinding their hard nipples into my chest. While her clit felt like a rock pushing into the base of my cock, her hot clenching pussy flowed like a spring. All while she chewed on my neck and ear while moaning louder and louder.

'Jesus Christ! My ******** is one orgasmic little lady! And, I Love It!'

Just as we entered the bedroom, she shook violently and exclaimed, "OH God, Daddy!" I was maneuvering to lay her on the bed. "Can you fuck me, like this, Daddy? Can you? Oh Please, this feels so good! Please, Please! Fuck me, like this, Daddy. PLEASE!"

At that moment, I'd of fought a grizzly, bare-handed. So, hell yes, I'd fuck her like that! I started and she began mewing immediately.It had been a while, since I fucked her ****** like that. But, I guess, it's like riding a bicycle, you never forget.

Getting into the rhythm, I had her swinging out and back, the full length of my cock. I don't know what gave me the strength, but she felt light as a feather. Out she'd go, to come back against me with a loud slapping thud. Each time she would yelp and bite my neck or shoulder. And shake, yes, she was constantly shaking. Like she was having one continuous orgasm.

Suddenly with gasping breaths, she cried out, "Oh God! Daddy ... Daddy ... Please cum ... before I ... pass ... out."

I'd been trying to hold out and was more than ready. My cock stiffened and once again, I filled my ********' pussy with the sperm, she wanted. Half way through my throbbing ejaculation, she screamed, biting my shoulder and went completely limp. It was all I could do to keep from falling down, but I managed to get us to the bed.

Lying there out of breath and in a daze, my mind was overwhelmed. It seemed forever, but was only a couple of minutes before my ******** moved, snuggling against me.

Reaching up, she turned my face toward her, and whispered, "I Love You. More than you know." Then she kissed me hungrily.

At that same time, Sharon moved between my legs and began licking my sex coated limp cock. 'Jesus, this is like a porn movie! I just fucked my ******** and my wife is cleaning my cock with her mouth.'

When Sherry quit kissing, she stayed nose to nose, caressing my face. Sharon crawled up over me and kissed her ********. Sherry went after her ******' kiss, hungrily. Mom was letting ******** taste the sex she just had with her ******.

After kissing Sherry, Sharon kissed me and said, "You two take a shower. I'm going to get a fresh battery and some snacks."

Of course, I've washed my ******** before, but this was the first time as a woman. A full grown, sexy, voluptuous woman. And I loved the feel of her, from head to toe. She though, got a first, washing her ******, from head to toe. And, he loved it, believe me.

After our snacks, Sherry proceeded to keep me fucking until I passed out from exhaustion. I don't remember how many times, just that it was half the night. I was awakened by something warm on my already growing erection.

Looking down through slepy eyes, I saw Sherry pulling on my cock with her mouth. She smiled and then raised up.

"Breakfast's almost ready. But, first, I wanna ***** cum."

'Damn! She's a little nympho.' 'Oh, Honey. I don't know if there's any left."

"There is. Guys never run out. Now lay back and let me ***** from your fountain."

My head fell back on the bed as she ran her mouth tightly down my cock to its base. 'Oh, man. She's gonna **** me.' Her mouth felt so good, I wanted to shoot a load down her throat. A couple of minutes later, I did and she didn't miss a drop.

Thankfully, she slowed down during the day. I did get to be on top, playing with her tits and pulling her nipples as I thrust spastically into her pussy. My favorite position used to be, Cowgirl. Now it's, Standing up. And, I do it, every chance I get. Both with Sherry and her ******.

Before she left to go back to school, for a few days, she sucked me off. She said, she wanted the taste of my cum, to tide her over, till she got back.

Chris called and we found out he would be gone for three weeks, from that day. Sharon decided to have a private tryst or two with Timmy. I didn't mind because I knew he was just a fill in for her ***. Every couple of days, Sherry would come home for a night of sex with me. It was on those nights that Sharon got together with her young stud.

A week and a half into our arrangement, Sherry came for the night and Sharon went out with Timmy. It was the first time she was gone all night. I did worry a little for her safety. The next day at supper, she explained her night and said it was time to start her turn.

"What do you mean?"

"In a minute. First let me tell you about last night."

"Okay."

"Timmy took me to a Frat Party."

"He's not in school."

"Yeah, but all his friends are. Anyway, he took me to the party and it got pretty raunchy. There was sex, everywhere."

"And, So, What? You joined in?"

"No. Well, Yes. Kinda."

"Is that like a little pregnant?"

"I could tell, Timmy was hoping. But, no, I didn't let him fuck me there."

"Well? What was, kinda?"

"I sucked him off." (I chuckled.) "There was this room full of mostly, sorority girls, and I took him in there. Kissing and hugging him, I told them I was his ****** and I was there to show them how to properly suck a mans cock."

"Whoa." I said as I imagined it.

"I got on my knees and sucked him off, making a big show of swallowing his cum. I stood up and kissed him, then I said, 'Now you young ladies know how to suck my ***' or any other mans cock.' They were all open mouthed in shock. We left, got a motel room and fucked all night."

"Really! You did that?"

"Yes. Yes, I did. And, I'll tell ya. I thought about fucking him in front of everybody. Like the others. I even thought about letting some of them take turns. I just couldn't. Even though I'm doing what I'm doing, I'm not that kind of slut."

"But, still, you sucked him off, in a room full of people."

"I did it to shock their minds. Besides, I'll never see them again."

"Now they're thinking his ****** sucked him off, in front of them. You better be careful about that sort of thing."

"They'll think it's a college prank. Anyway, last night was going to be Timmy' last for a while and I let him do whatever he wanted. He took it hard, at first. Then, he almost fucked me raw."

"Like Sherry does me, when she comes home?"

"Worse."

"Huh?"

"He took my ass!"

"He, What!"

"It wasn't ****. We got into that, Mrs. Thomas, thing. And, well, I wanted it to happen, too. God, it hurt! ****, it still hurts."

"So, your young stud, got your virgin ass. Is he your ass fucker, now?"

"NO! Definitely, not! ... I, um, I want to again. But, not with him. And, most certainly, not for a while."

"Why not with him?"

"Well, I had been his Mrs. Thomas, for a while. It was early morning and he started pushing the limits. Using more ***** and talking to me in a degrading manner."

"Oh. Go on."

"He secured my wrists with his belt and tied it to the bed. He began fucking me from behind and slapping my ass. Much harder than normal. I noticed he was pulling out and rubbing his slick cock in my crack."

"Did you tell him, not to do you there?"

"No. I was getting turned on by the thought and wanted it. I thought he'd take it easy."

"But, he didn't."

"No, he didn't. He was fingering my ass, as he fucked me. Suddenly, without warning, he jammed his cock in my ass. I screamed, at the top of my lungs. He covered my mouth with his hand and said, 'Shut up, and take it, Bitch.' Then he grabbed my hips, for leverage."

"You couldn't get away?"

"I was pinned and had to take it. I begged him to slow down and take it easy. He kept giving me full length, hard thrusts and said, 'Since you're cutting me off, Mrs. Thomas. It's your ass, my way. So, shut the fuck up!' I decided to let him get it over with."

"Do you want me to do something about it?"

Sharon put her hand on mine, and said, "No J C. Please, just let it go. I was going to continue, occasionally, with him. But, not now. My ass, was the last thing he gets. Ever!"

"That was it? He didn't do anything else?"

"He didn't do anything else. Just came in my ass, roughly retrieved his belt and left me laying there. Crying and ********."

"I think, I ought'a beat his ass!"

Sharon put both hands on mine and squeezed. "No J C, No, Please! It's done. And, it's over for him."

"Yeah! Well, he's not welcome here, anymore! And the kids better go along with it."

"That might be a problem, with Sherry. They used to date. I called Chris, this morning. He won't guarantee, he won't punch him in the face. Or, kick him in the balls. Please, J C. That's all over. Let's just go on, together."

"Still think, I ought'a beat his ass! It's gonna be hard not to do something, if he comes around."

"He won't. His teenage brain, got even."

"Ok, Ok. That leaves, this turn of yours?"

"Well. I've went off birth control." I looked at her dumbfounded. "You know! For me and Chris."

"Oh! Yeah! Wow! I drew a blank."

"It means, the only pussy you get for a while, is our ********."

That echoed in my head and I thought, 'Wow. My wife is telling me, I can only fuck our ********. Whom, I am getting pregnant. Because, she is fucking our ***, so she can get pregnant. ... Man! How twisted.'

"J C." My mind was still running through things and her voice was way off in the distance. "We can still have oral sex."

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. For the next week, the routine was, fuck my ********, get sucked off by my wife. I was having more sex than I ever had. Including my honeymoon.

Two days before Chris was to come home, Sherry arrived early. She gave me her usual, passionate hug and kiss. Then she walked over and handed her ****** something. Sharon looked at them, smiled real big and grabbed her in a bear hug.

"Congratulations, Mommy!" Then she winked at me. "You're a daddy again, J C."

My legs shook as I smiled and thought, 'Oh, ****. I've broken the big taboo and got my ******** pregnant, for real. The hot fantastic sex is now the reality of life. There's no turning back, now.'

Sherry turned, looking at me, "Daddy?" She said with a questioning, coy, look. Smiling, I held out my arms. She came at me and jumped up locking her legs around my waist. "We did it! We did it! We did it!" She repeatedly exclaimed as she kissed me.

"Yeah, Baby! We sure did."

"Now it's moms turn. And, I can't wait, to watch." She whispered in my ear. She kissed me again and jumped down. "C'mon guys. Let's go out to eat. My treat."

The air among us felt strange. I asked Sharon if she was, Okay. She kissed me and said, "I'm fine, J C. It's just that, now I'm nervous about me and Chris."

"Bad, nervous? Or, good?"

"Just, nervous."

"So, you want to back out?"

"Oh, No, No, No, No! I want to! My pussy's been tingling since I went off birth control. ... It's ... It's my age."

Sherry heard her. "Oh, Mom! You're not old. And. You have all of us."

"Hmmmm. Guess, you're right, honey. ... I'll forget that, and complete our family. I Love All Of You. Now, let's just plan."

At the restaurant, all they could talk about was the coming babies and their respective *******. I had to tone them down a couple of times, but, mostly they kept it low. I didn't think anyone heard, until the couple behind us started to leave.

The woman was talking through gritted teeth. "Don't get any ideas! Just because, I gave our *** a blowjob. I, Am Not, letting him, Fuck Me!" They quickly left and I thought, 'At least we're not the only perverts in town.' Then I thought, "Gee. I wonder how many ******s are doing their ***s.'

We headed for the car with me sandwiched between two hot women. As we were walking, Sherry asked, "Mom, can you drive?" Her hand dropped between my legs.

"Sure, I guess. Why?"

"Until now, everything has been to get me pregnant. I want Da ... Um, Cal, in my mouth." (From that point on, she mostly called me Cal, short for my middle name, Calvin.)

Sharon stopped us and looked at our ********, smiling. "Okay, Honey. I'll drive and you can suck your ****** off."

"Great! I can't wait for him to empty his balls in my mouth, so I can finally taste his cum."

"Oh, you are such a nasty girl." Sharon squealed.

"Hey! You two. I'm not a sex toy."

"No, but, you are ours." Sherry said sexily.

"Just like, we're yours." Sharon said, equally as sexy.

We arrived at the car and Sharon opened the back door with a big smile. "Mr. Thomas. Miss Thomas. I'm your driver, Mrs. Thomas." I chuckled at that as Sherry climbed in, then I followed. "Enjoy yourselves, Mr. and Miss Thomas." Sharon said as she patted my ass.

Sherry was fast. I didn't see her do it, but when I sat back, she was sitting there with her big dripping tits exposed. "Would you care for an after dinner, aperitif? Mr. Thomas."

"Isn't that supposed to be a *****, before the meal?"

"Since you ask. I've been ********. You get a flavored ***** after the fact. And, I get the meal."

"Oh. ... You are a smart one. Aren't you?" "Well," Sherry shook her shoulders, "you gonna turn them down?" Smiling, I leaned down and started sucking as she caressed my head. "Didn't think so." She moaned. '******** feeding ******.' I thought.

Sherry let me suckle each breast as she caressed my head, letting me get several mouth fulls of her warm sweet milk. God, I love those tits. I measured once. Her aureole are a full three inches in diameter. Her nipples are five eights of an inch in diameter and stick out a full inch. Suck hard and they're even longer.

She pulled away and kissed me. "My turn." Continuing to kiss me, she undid my pants. I didn't think, I could get any harder, but her mouth proved me wrong. The way she was working me over with her mouth and tongue, I was painfully hard. Like a piece of steel.

"Jesus, Sherry! Damn!" I moaned, trying to keep from cuming too quick.

I heard her hum, before raising her head. "Mom told me how you like it." She said as she rolled my balls in one hand and stroked me with the other. "When you're ready, I'm gonna suck it like a straw. I wanna taste it all, as you cover my tongue with cum. Then, I'm gonna roll it around in my mouth, before I swallow it." It was the sexiest voice she'd used.

Hearing her words almost sent me over the edge. I concentrated hard, because I wanted, no, loved her mouth. I held out for a couple of minutes, before my cock and body stiffened. Sherry pulled her mouth back to the tip of my cock and stroked me with her hand as I erupted. **** fire, it felt like I was shooting cannon balls.

The look on her face was incredible. I felt like I came a gallon, my cock pulsing and body jerking. After I settled down, I saw her swishing it around in her mouth before swallowing. The end of my cock never left her mouth. Sherry kept gently sucking, driving those sensitive nerve endings crazy.

"Bout home! I drove as slow as I could without being pulled over. Almost had a wreck at the finish." I thought Sharon was just trying to be funny, but she circled around and showed us the skid marks, where she almost hit somebody.

When we got in the house, Sherry rapidly maneuvered her ****** to the couch and began eating her pussy. I stood dumbfounded for a minute before sitting. I barely settled when Sherry raised her head and wantonly said, "Fuck me, please. Fuck me." Sharon was laying back with her eyes closed.

Even watching our ******** eat her ******' pussy, after that blowjob, the most I could get was, half mast. But, I knew it'd come on with the right incentive. Moving behind her, I rubbed my cockhead up and down on her pussy. I got harder and thought, 'Yeah! I knew you'd rise to the occasion.'

Sherry rolled her ass to my movements. "Yes. Yes. Fuck me." She moaned, not taking her mouth from her ******' pussy. Hard again, her pussy seemed to pull me right in. Sherry moaned, loudly. And, so did her ******.

I didn't have to do much, my ******** was doing it all. Rolling her hips and hunching on my cock. With each forward movement, her ****** would shiver and moan. As would Sherry.

I could tell Sharon had a lot of little orgasms and at least four, body jerking ones, that left her gasping. Sherry also did the same thing, her pussy going wild on my cock and her cum was running down my legs.

Without warning, Sherry did a nasty. She moved away from us and pulled her ****** down in front of me. "Suck me off his cock, mom, and get his cum." Sharon was already moving to my cock with her mouth open. "Give it to her. Shoot it down her throat." Sherry said as she rubbed my chest and kissed me. I could taste her ******' pussy and shaking, I came, hard.

Later, Sharon and I were on the couch. She kissed me passionately. "I love you, J C. Please don't ever leave me."

"I ain't going anywhere, willingly."

"Then, you really don't mind if our *** gets me pregnant?"

"Did you mind, me and Sherry?"

"No ... Yes ... No."

"Well, which is it?"

"I didn't mind the fantasy. At first, that's all this was. But, then, it became real and much, much better than fantasy. I have to admit though, I was jealous about you getting our ******** pregnant."

"Even though you thought about and wanted our ***?"

"Yes."

"What changed?"

"I don't really know. When I watched you and our ********, that first time, I thought of how you accepted me and our ***. It just all fell into place and felt right. Now I'm consumed by it. I can't wait to see our ********' stomach grow with your baby. And, my stomach grow at the same time, from our ***' baby."

I kissed her with all the passion I had and whispered, "Me Too."

The time passed quickly and Chris was due home. Sharon told me I was picking him up while they stayed home. I knew Chris would be disappointed that his lover mom wasn't there, and he was. They had been texting while he was gone and I mean some very nasty texts. Sharon kept the secret not mentioning the pregnancy plans.

On the way home we picked up take out for a quick meal. I knew Sharon was wanting to get her *** between her legs as soon as possible. Chris was surprised to see his sister at the house. He was all excited, telling us as we ate about his trip. He was accepted and already had a mentor or something that was impressed with his work.

Something was in the works as both women were maneuvering us around. Sharon disappeared when we went to the living room, while Sherry kept us occupied. Sherry glanced down the hall and got us to go outside. She talked about a yard party that was news to me.

Going back in, Chris took the lead. Sherry pulled me into the hall, kissed me, put her finger to her lips then pointed at the living room. We peeked in. Sharon was wearing a silk robe, hose and high heels. Chris approached her and she held her hand up, stopping him.

Chris had his back to us as Sharon spoke softly. "Do you remember what you talked about?" Chris must have had a questioning look. "Your fantasy."

Chris' head turned and cocked to the right. There was silence for a minute.

"Your ... Ultimate Fantasy?"

Chris looked around and Sherry pulled me back, whispering, "Moms moment."

We peeked again as Chris whispered, "What about dad?"

Sharon smiled from ear to ear and said, "Your ****** knows and gives us his blessing."

"God! Really! You're not teasing me, are you, Mom."

Sharon still smiling and giggling, said, "No Baby, I'm not," as she slipped off the robe. There she stood, garter belt, hose, heels, ribbons and bows. Bows covered her nipples, held in place by a ribbon. And a bow covered her pussy also held in place by a ribbon.

"Wow!" Chris gasped. (I wish, I could have seen his face.)

"Well Baby. If you still want to be a daddy, unwrap your present. Mommy is fertile and ready."

Chris' legs were shaking and he stumbled on the first step toward his ******. His hands were shaking as he reached for the ribbon and bows at her breast.

"It's tied in back, Hon." Sharon said as she moved his shaking hands around. She kissed him as he untied the knot. He stepped back, the ribbon dropped, but the bows remained. She shook her shoulders. Her tits quivered, but the bows stayed put. "Remove them, gently. They're taped on."

Chris pulled gently on the bow, stretching his ******' tit out. Then he looked closely at it before slowly peeling it off as Sharon smiled. His face was still close and she pulled his mouth to her nipple. Smiling and moaning, she lay her head back.

Chris released his ******' nipple and again they kissed with hungry passion. The other nipple needed revealing and again Chris pulled slightly on the bow. He jerked the bow off with one fast movement.

"Ow-w! That hurt!" Sharon squealed. Chris immediately started kissing and sucking her nipple. She caressed his head and closed her eyes.

Sherry whispered in my ear, "I've got cameras set up, so it's all being recorded. I shivered, knowing I could watch it later.

They parted. Chris looked down at the lower bow. His hand slowly moved towards it. Sharon covered it with her hands causing him to look up.

"This one, you best remove gently! But not here." She paused for effect and it was killing me. "Carry me to your bed. I'll remain in, Your Bed, until you give me, Your Baby."

"But ... But Dad."

"Oh, Honey. Get it through your head. Your ****** has his. I can't fuck anyone but you, until you give me a baby. Do you understand, now?"

"Yeah. I just never thought it'd be like this."

"You thought it would be a sneak around."

"I guess so."

"No Baby. You get me exclusively, until I'm pregnant. Now, take me to your bed and breed me." Chris scooped her up in his arms and headed for his room. As he turned, he saw us and hesitated.

Sharon kissed his cheek, and said, "Your ****** and sister are going to watch you plant your seed. Go on, now, take me to your bed and breed me like your ****** has your sister."

'What the hell is going on? Was my ********, a consolation prize because my wife, is indeed, in love with our ***.' What followed, led me to believe that more.

Chris lay his ****** on his bed and began to undress. Sharon caressed her body and watched him longingly. Naked with his erection straining, pointing upward she smiled.

"Did you do as I asked, this week?"

"Yes." He answered so low, I barely heard him.

Lustily, she said, "Good. That means you'll have more for my womb." Then she spread her legs and caressed her thighs. "Unwrap your gift, Baby. Moms pussy is yours."

Chris was visibly shaking as he looked at the bow between her legs. Slowly he got on the bed, between her feet. He paused again, staring at the bow, before reaching out and caressing her thighs. Sharon closed her eyes and let out a moaning sigh. The object of her surrender was finally taking possession.

She moved her hands out of the way giving him unencumbered access. As his hands reached the bow, he bent and kissed her inner thighs. She moaned and squirmed. His face moved in close as he slowly peeled the bow from his ******' pussy. As the bow came free, his mouth took its place.

"Sharon let out a loud, "YES!" And grabbed his head. "Oh, Yes, Yes, Yes! Suck my pussy. Get it ready for your cock. Oh! God! Yes! Get me ready to breed!"

I was weak kneed. The tone of her voice, her words, her expression. This was a woman, in love. I was seeing and hearing the same woman that made love to me, to have our ********. One of which, was now making love with her, for the same purpose.

Sharon was reacting with rolling orgasms as her *** pleased her pussy with his mouth. Kissing, licking, sucking and tongue fucking her until she was gasping, whimpering and shaking uncontrollably.

After bringing his ****** to the point of passing out, Chris raised his head. Sharon moaned, her body and breathing slowly coming to rest. Chris kissed her pussy and slowly kissed his way up her body, briefly pausing at her tits. Sharon didn't rush him.

As ****** and *** kissed, Sharon grasped his cock with one hand and cradled his balls with the other. In a soft, sexy, wanton voice, she asked, "Are you ready, my love? Hmmmm? Are you ready to give yourself back to me and make your baby." His cock was trapped between her wrists as her hands caressed his balls.

"Ye-us! Yes, I want it, Mom." He moaned and sounded like he was begging.

Sharon placed the tip of his cock between her lips. "Do it, baby, do it. Plant your seed, in mommy." Slowly, Chris pushed his cock into her. "Oh, yes, Baby. Yes. Breed me." Chris didn't move, he was just kind of, shaking. "Fuck me, Baby. Please!" Sharon moaned as she began rolling her hips.

Slowly, Chris pulled his cock out of his ******' pussy and pushed back in again. Her arms were around his neck and her ankles were locked at his waist. Her expression was one I had seen, 18+ years ago and now the product of that fucking was giving it to her again.

After just a few strokes, Chris froze and started shaking. "Ooooh, God! Mom."

"Yes, Baby."

"Your pussy, it's ... it's"

"What, Baby?"

"It's so fucking hot! And, and, something inside is stroking my cock!"

"I know, Baby. I know. That's my uterus going for your sperm. All of me wants to drain your balls. Just let yourself go and fuck me." Her voice was soft, sensuous and yearning hot.

Sherry kissed me and said, "Let's watch, while I suck your cock and you finger my pussy." Without waiting for a response, she had me in her mouth and I played with her already wet slit.

Chris slowly began moving again. I think he liked the new feeling of her pussy and wanted to make it last. I also knew that feeling would cause him to fill her pussy, soon. He had more control than I gave him credit for and brought his ****** to the highest peak of repeated orgasms.

Sharon had him locked in coital fertilization position. Arms and legs wrapped around him. Making it impossible to withdraw completely and keep him stroking into her uterus. I have felt that hot yearning uterus of hers milking the cum from my cock, so I knew my *** was in heaven.

Anyway, Chris slowly increased the speed of his strokes until with a loud grunt, he slammed into his ****** and began his orgasmic jerks. "Ungh, ungh, ungh." His ****** was grinding her pelvis back against him.

"Yes, Chris, Yes! Empty your balls in mommy. Give it to me. Give it all to me." Sharon softly, wantonly whispered. Chris stopped moving and slowly tried to pull out. "No, Baby! Stay in me. You can go again. I know you can. You've done it before." She said as she nosed him before kissing him.

Again, I knew the feeling of her hungry pussy and smiled as I watched it clenching our ***' cock. Chris was up to it and started the slow process again. In all, our young stud, did it five times before collapsing on top of his ******. Whose pussy was still clenching his spent young cock.

Sharon kept him there, unfazed by his weight. Holding his soft cock inside her, with no intention of letting him go. Sharon kept her *** at the job, four more times, until she too, passed out. All total, her *** fucked her 19 times straight, in five sessions, with short breaks, over four hours. He could have had enough sperm for it all and toward the end, must have been driving what was there deeper.

When they finally parted, not a single drop exited her pussy.

During all of this, Sherry didn't let me cum. She stopped at the crucial moment, driving me nuts. When ****** and *** passed out, Sherry brought me off. Her cum had soaked my hand and ran down my arm to the elbow, to drip on the love seat. I came so hard after not being allowed to for four hours, that I almost passed out as well.

Sharon and Chris remained exclusive to each other for over a week. What I liked best, was Chris insisted that his ****** wear only, garter belt, hose, and heels, while at home. They fucked like rabbits, all over the house. I heard Chris ask if she would suck him off once, and Sharon replied, "No, Baby. It all has to go in my womb, until you're a daddy."

Sherry came to the rescue and gave him the blow job he longed for, while Sharon was gone once. Every time Sharon left the house, she wore as little as possible. And, as soon as she came home, everything came off except what her *** requested.

Most of the time, Chris bent her over and fucked her before she could get away from the door. The stuff she brought in would be scattered on the floor as he pounded his cock into his ******' pussy.

I knew the deed was done, when I went to bed one night, to find Sharon there. She was smiling and holding the pregnancy tests in the air. "I'm a mommy, Honey! You're wife is a mommy, again."

"Does Chris Know? And, Sherry?"

"Nope. He's turning some stuff in at school. Said he'd be back at midnight. I'll tell him then. Of course our ******** knows. She helped me with the tests. ... I've missed you so much! I want you to fuck me." She began kissing me like crazy. "I'll spend this last night with Chris. After I tell him. Then, your wife is yours again."

Sharon was on me like a teenager. No, we were on each other like teenagers.

Me and my ********. My wife and our ***. PARENTS. The new life journey began.

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Detention at Work


Julie Powers had been summoned to her manager's office and that was never a good thing. He knew that she was desperate to hold on to her job since her husband had left her. (He couldn't take any more of Julie's submissive nature whereas her manager, Mr Jenkins, seemed to revel in it.)

Everything had been looking up recently as Julie had managed to secure a summer job for her eighteen year old ********, Mandy, at the same bank where she worked. Mandy was employed as a cleaner and was only receiving a pittance in wages but every little helped, especially as Mandy wanted to go to university after the summer and Julie had been wondering how she was going to be able to afford it.

As she knocked on Mr Jenkins' office door tentatively she was incredibly worried as, ever since he had discovered how much she was struggling to cope financially, he had made her do things that she would never have agreed to otherwise. He had spanked her with his big hand, he had ****** her to have sex in ways Julie could not ever have imagined and now Julie stood terrified, trembling, outside his door him once again.

She was wearing the prescribed uniform of the bank, a royal blue jacket and skirt with a white cotton blouse and looked every inch the respectable bank teller. Beneath her uniform, however, Julie now dressed as instructed by Mr Jenkins and she now owned a large selection of stockings, suspender belts, garters and crotchless knickers. Even her bras were selected by him and they were all a size too small so that even her modest 34C breasts seemed to be constantly spilling out.

The door was opened by Mr Jenkins fierce secretary, Miss Atkins, who sneered at Julie before she opened the door wide to allow Julie to enter, then left and closed the door behind her. Julie stood trembling in front of Mr Jenkins' large desk, her head bowed, while he continued to write something on the other side.

After what seemed like a lifetime to Julie, he finally put down his pen, and looked at the scared woman in front of him. He looked her up and down, taking his time as his eyes moved over her chest and down below. Julie could feel herself burning with embarrassment as he seemed to be stripping her with his eyes, leaving her naked in his mind's eye, and her own.

"I'm afraid there is a problem with your ********, Mrs Powers. It would appear that she has been stealing from the bank while she is here on her own at night. This is a sackable offence and is not something that can be allowed to continue. Do you have anything to say?"

Julie tried to imagine Mandy doing anything wrong. She was even more submissive than her ****** and had never been in trouble throughout her ********* and teens.

"I'm really, really sorry, sir. All I can do is apologise but I just can't believe Mandy would do anything like this."

"Are you calling me a liar, Mrs Powers?" he yelled.

"No, no, sir. Please. I've tried my best to bring up Mandy correctly and she has never been any trouble to me."

"I see, so you are calling me a liar. Well, I can't have that and I can't have a thief working here at the bank. Speak to Miss Atkins on your way out; both you and your ******** are fired and be grateful I don't call the police."

He returned to his writing but Julie just stood there in tears. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't lose her job. She would lose the house too and then where would they be. She had to find another way.

"Sir?"

He looked up.

"I thought I told you to leave."

"Please, sir, couldn't you give us one last chance. I'm sure there must be an innocent explanation. I'll do anything, sir, anything. Just please don't fire us."

Mr Jenkins looked at the tears falling but felt nothing, no pity or mercy, nothing but the insatiable lust Mrs Powers had aroused in him ever since the day she first came to work in his bank. He loved everything about her, especially all the things her husband, her ex-husband, had seemed to hate. He loved her submissiveness and the fact that she would do anything he wanted just to keep her job. He loved that fact that she looked so respectable on the outside while he alone knew that today she would be wearing a tiny, white thong and matching bra. He knew because he had bought them for her and instructed her to wear them today. He knew that that same white thong would be saturated with her pussy juices already as she was always wettest when she was being humiliated.

"I suppose I could give you both another chance, Mrs Powers, but you would have to give me something in return."

"Anything, sir, anything. Let me prove to you that both Mandy and I are worth giving a second chance."

"Very well. You will stay behind after work today and we will wait until your ******** arrives. I will then deal with you together. In the meantime, there is still the matter of you calling me a liar. In these circumstances you will have to be punished immediately to ensure it never happens again. Do you understand?"

Julie understood exactly and meekly nodded her head while stepping forward to the very edge of his desk. She managed to pull her tight skirt up to expose the black stockings and the white thong that she had been ordered to wear by the manager sitting on the other side of the desk. She knew what he was thinking as he stared at her thong-covered pussy, she could feel the juices flowing from her down below, and she knew he knew this too.

"I think I'll take those, Mrs Powers."

Julie's face burned red but she knew she had no choice as she bent slightly forward and lowered her thong down her chubby legs to her ankles. She stepped out of them and handed them to Mr Jenkins. He patiently waited as he enjoyed the show and took the obviously sodden garment from her outstretched hand. He brought them to his face and inhaled deeply, his cock springing to attention as he smelled once again the musky aroma of her cunt.

"What are you waiting for, Mrs Powers?"

Julie put her hands on the desk and, taking a few steps back, assumed the position he preferred her in when he spanked her. Her arse cheeks had only just recovered from her last spanking but she would do anything to keep this job.

Mr Jenkins came round from his side of the desk, still holding Julie's thong to his face. She dared to glance at him and could see the tent in the front of his trousers and shuddered with the hope and fear that he would fuck her as well. She knew she hated what he made her do but she couldn't deny that the very thought of his long, thick penis was enough to make her want him inside her once again. She also knew, though, that he wouldn't return her thong to her and she would be dripping spunk for a good part of the day as she served the bank's customers at her counter.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she suddenly felt Mr Jenkins big hands caressing her bum. She hated her bum. Her ex-husband had always complained about how big and fat it was, especially as she stood at just over five feet two. Mr Jenkins, however, seemed to love it and always seemed quite loving towards it – at least until he started spanking it.

After feeling the delights of her fat arse, Mr Jenkins was now ready to administer her punishment and he smacked one cheek after another, blow upon blow, until a very red tinge spread across her rear end and she wept even more. After each blow she managed to count out loud the number he was giving her but thought she was going to faint as he surpassed his previous record of twenty and didn't stop until she could hardly hold herself and very quietly sobbed, "Thirty."

Julie slowly rose to an upright position as Mr Jenkins simply walked back to his seat and sat down. She slowly wriggled her skirt back into position and felt it rub against her poor bum.

"That will be all, Mrs Powers. I will see both you and your ******** in here at six o'clock. Do not be a minute late. Do not warn your ******** in advance that she has been caught. Now go and let that be a lesson to you."

Julie turned and walked out the door, trying to pretend that everything was normal. She would have succeeded too if she hadn't been met by the amused face of Miss Atkins who sat at her desk just outside the manager's office. The haughty secretary had obviously heard every one of the smacks administered by Mr Jenkins and laughed when she saw Julie's tear stained face. Julie began crying again and ran to the staff toilet to try to compose herself before she was able to face both her colleagues and her customers. She applied some lotion to her bottom and rearranged her make up, all the while trying hard not to think of what Mr Jenkins had in store for later but reassured herself that it couldn't be too bad as Mandy would be there too.

Mandy didn't really understand how she had been caught. She knew that the bank had CCTV but she thought it was only in operation during the day to ensure none of the tellers tried to steal any money. Now it was her who had been caught and the evidence was there on Mr Jenkins laptop. He had just shown Mandy how clear the picture was, the picture of her using the keys she had "borrowed" from her ****** to get to the money. It wasn't that she was really bad; she was just trying to help her ****** pay some bills. She had tried to explain this to them both and ****** at least seemed to understand and had given her a sympathetic hug to try to reassure her.

Now they both stood in front of Mr Jenkins large, imposing desk. They could almost pass for sisters as ****** was only sixteen years older than her. She had been ****** by Mandy's ****** to have sex with him before he would agree to marry her and became pregnant almost immediately. They were both the same height and, although ****** carried a few extra pounds, Mandy was always described as curvy too. She had no experience of boys as she was determined what happened to ****** wasn't going to happen to her.

"So you will admit that you are guilty and that you deserved to be punished?"

Mandy meekly nodded, her ****** not saying a word but holding her ********* hand reassuringly.

"Good. Well I have discussed this earlier with your ****** and she has agreed that you would both do anything to keep your jobs. Is this true?"

"Oh yes, sir. I'll pay back the money, I'll do anything."

"Good, good. This is now a disciplinary matter so, according to the bank's policy, Miss Atkins will stay here to record everything that transpires. Understood?"

Mandy again just nodded but stole a glance at the dragon-like Miss Atkins who Mandy knew all the staff were terrified of. Julie, however, was slightly pleased as, although she was just as scared of her manager's secretary as everyone else, she presumed that nothing untoward would happen while someone else was in the room.

Miss Atkins stood, put down the pad on which she had been taking notes and produced a digital camera from a bag that neither Julie nor her ******** had even noticed.

"I will be recording everything, Mr Jenkins says and does and I will also be recording your reactions. Is this understood?"

****** and ******** had both presumed Miss Atkins would be taking notes, nothing more, but although this was more embarrassing, they nodded their heads in unison.

"Good. Mr Jenkins, I am ready to proceed. You may begin."

"Very well. Miss Powers, earlier today your ****** dared to call me a liar and she was punished accordingly. Mrs Powers, I want you to show your ******** exactly what happened."

Julie felt rooted to the spot. There was no way she could lift her skirt to show her ********, and Miss Atkins, and the camera, the effects on her bum of Mr Jenkins ****** spanking.

"Are you hesitating, Mrs Powers? Do you want to keep your job? Do you want me or Miss Atkins to help you do you what you have been asked to do?"

Mandy looked at her ******, mystified at this turn of events. Julie, in turn, was close to tears but, once again, she was trapped; she knew she had no choice. To save her job she was going to have to show her red, smacked bottom to her ********. She dropped Mandy's hand and walked over to the desk. Hitching up her skirt, just as she had done earlier, she leaned forward, placed her hands on the edge of the desk and burned with ***********.

Mandy gasped in horror, both at what ****** was doing and at the state of her punished bottom. Miss Atkins came closer with the camera and got a great shot of Julie's big, fat arse, nice and pink after her earlier spanking.

"Miss Powers, your ****** and I have a very private arrangement which allows her to keep her job while, at the same time, allowing me to punish her for any misdemeanours on her part. It is my intention to begin a similar arrangement with you to ensure you will keep your job and that there be no need to involve the police in this matter. If you agree then assume the same position as your ******. If you don't then you can walk out the door right now and wait at home while Miss Atkins calls the police."

Mandy's head was swirling, she didn't know what to do. She looked at ******'s bare bum; she looked at the position she was in, bending over at the waist, holding on to Mr Jenkins desk; she looked at the camera which had finally stopped ogling her ******'s bottom. Finally she looked at Mr Jenkins. He was tapping his fingers impatiently on his desk.

"Well?"

She couldn't lose her job; she couldn't let the police get involved; she couldn't go to jail. With a sob, she stepped forward and grabbed the side of her manager's desk, right beside her ******.

Mr Jenkins had to struggle to contain his delight as his plan was going even better than he'd dared to imagine. Walking round to the other side of the desk he looked down on the two women, ****** and ********, and thought he was in heaven. However, only one upturned arse was naked and he intended to rectify that immediately.

Mandy's body stiffened as she felt the hem of her flowery summer dress slowly making its way up her legs. The higher it went the more her face flushed in *********** and she looked to her ****** for support. Julie, however, was staring at the floor, too ashamed to look at her ******** and too scared to look anywhere else.

Mandy felt the air on her bare thighs as her dress moved higher still and she started to cry once more as Mr Jenkins suddenly tossed her long dress over her back, revealing her big, white cotton knickers to him, to Miss Atkins and to the camera. She thought that she would die from embarrassment there and then but when she felt Mr Jenkins caress her large bum she knew that there was worse to come.

Mr Jenkins fondled and caressed his new plaything and looked forward to the time, very soon, when these big knickers would be removed and he would have easy access to both ****** and ********* arses. That would have to wait a short time since he wanted to exert his control and show Mandy just who was her boss.

The noise of the first smack reverberated around the now almost silent room and Mandy was even more shocked to hear her ****** mutter under her breath, "One." As each subsequent blow landed on her knicker-covered bottom, Mandy heard her ****** count very quietly until she reached six.

Mr Jenkins knew that he had to go carefully and first and break in this new beauty so, with all the strength he could muster, he dropped Mandy's dress back down over her tender arse and turned to her ******.

"Show your ******** what to do now, Mrs Powers."

Julie and Mandy stood up, the younger woman taking the lead from her ******. Julie then knelt down in front of Mr Jenkins and pulled Mandy by the hand until she too was on her knees in front of a man for the very first time. Miss Atkins had moved right beside them and continued to film but Julie was trying to block her out as she knew what was to come next.

Mandy couldn't believe her eyes when her ****** reached over and unzipped Mr Jenkins trousers. She reached in and pulled out his huge cock, at least Mandy thought it was huge – she didn't have much to compare it with. As Julie drew the cock to her mouth and sucked it in, Mandy couldn't believe how much of it seemed to be going in to her ******'s open mouth. She was only too glad that it was her ****** and not she who had to do such a disgusting thing.

"Don't be greedy, Mrs Powers, let your ******** try," said Mr Jenkins, seeming to read Mandy's mind and expressing her worst fears.

Julie handed his throbbing cock to her ******** but Mandy was too shocked to move. Her ****** took Mandy's hand and wrapped it around their manager's big dick, moving it towards her ********* mouth. Mandy looked imploringly at her ******, begging her with her eyes not to ***** her to do this but Julie tried to smile encouragingly to her ******** and simply nodded.

Mandy opened her mouth as wide as she could but still didn't think she could get it in far. Mr Jenkins took control of that, however, by slapping her hand away, grabbing her by her curly hair and pushing his cock all the way to the back of her throat. He started to piston in and out of her mouth until Mandy thought she would never get a breath. Then suddenly he pulled back and his cock left her battered mouth. A line of saliva extended from her sore bottom lip to his cock.

"Your turn, Mrs Powers." He shifted slightly to swap mouths and once again started to enjoy the older woman's experience. This went on for some minutes as he moved from one to the other, enjoying the different experiences in each mouth, until he started to feel his spunk rise in his balls and pulled out of Mandy's mouth.

Grabbing hold of his own prick he aimed it at Julie's face first and pumped his fist fast and hard until the first shot of cum hit her just above the nose. Turning to Mandy he aimed the next shot straight into her eyes. Back and forth he went until, finally, he was spent and both ****** and dughter's face was dripping with his spunk.

"Did you get that, Miss Atkins?"

Mandy had thought that her punishment was over. She and her ****** had never discussed what had happened last week in Mr Jenkins' office and, to be honest, she really didn't want to. The fact that her ****** had seen her spanked and then had had to lick Mr Jenkins' cum off her face was bad enough; to talk to her about it would only make the whole nightmare a thousand times worse.

Yet, here she was once again in her manager's office awaiting yet another spanking. Mr Jenkins had made it quite clear now that last week was only the beginning and that, if she wanted to keep her job, then she would have to submit herself to his whims throughout this summer. University couldn't come soon enough.

Once again there were four of them behind the locked door of the manager's office; once again her ****** and Miss Atkins were there to observe her ***********; once again, Miss Atkins was to record the whole episode and Mandy now knew that didn't involve taking notes but, instead, involved Mr Jenkins' secretary using her digital camera to ensure that Mandy's suffering was recorded for all posterity. What was happening to the recordings was something she didn't want to think about.

This time, however, was different. This time she was glad she had worn her jeans and her biggest knickers. She had been in such a hurry to get to work today that she hadn't bothered to change but now she was quite glad about that. She thought that maybe the blue denim would protect her poor bum. She should have known better.

This time was different most of all, however, because this time she was draped over Mr Jenkins' lap and could see nothing but the floor in front of her. He was holding her by her right arm, pulled tightly as far as it would go up her back, holding her in place.

"Miss Atkins, get a shot of her while she still has her jeans on," instructed her manager.

"While I STILL have my jeans on?" thought Mandy. "Oh God, no! I'm going to be stripped again and my naked bottom will be there for all to see." She knew better by now than to say any of this out loud but her mind was screaming inside her head as she awaited her fate.

She heard the fierce Miss Atkins get into position with her camera and was only glad that, in this position, none of them could see her face burning with embarrassment.

"Mrs Powers, kneel beside me."

Mandy had been taking some comfort from the fact that her ****** was sitting on the other side of Mr Jenkins' large desk and that she wouldn't be able to have such a close view of her ********* *********** this time. Now she looked round to see her ****** kneeling right behind her, her face blocked by the swell of Mandy's large backside.

"Take off your ********* jeans and knickers."

Julie knew better than to hesitate so, from her kneeling position, she reached round her ********* thick middle and opened the button on her waistband. Pulling down her ********* tight, blue jeans, she revealed Mandy's large, white knickers to Mr Jenkins' lustful eyes, to Miss Atkins sneering gaze and to her camera's ever-ready stare. Tugging the jeans down Mandy's chubby legs, Julie pulled them over and off each foot, one after the other.

"Her knickers too, Mrs Powers," said the bank manager, enjoying the wonderful sight of the young girl's huge arse.

Julie knew the *********** that her ******** would be feeling at that moment (her own face was bright red from what she was being ****** to do) but there was nothing she could do; they were both trapped. She reached again towards her ********, took the large knickers in both hands and peeled them off Mandy's upturned bottom.

"I'll take those," demanded Mr Jenkins as he snatched the knickers from Julie's outstretched hands. He lifted them to his face, luxuriating in the heady aroma of the young girl's cunt. Julie again shared in her ********* shame as she knew Mandy hadn't had time to change before coming to work and that she had been wearing those knickers all day so the smell would have been strong.

Mr Jenkins caressed the young girl's fat arse and marvelled at the sight of her two perfect cheeks, each as round and as full as the other, both just waiting for his hand to strike. Mandy knew that the tenderness would quickly be followed by a ****** assault but, even so, it still shook her to her very core when the first smack landed on her right cheek; then the left, then back to the right.

Smack after smack rained down on her poor bum. Mandy didn't know if the pain was coming more from her bottom or from hearing her ****** quietly count each of the blows as they landed on her smooth cheeks; she didn't know if she was more disturbed by the fact that she could feel Mr Jenkins growing hard beneath her or from the fact that she knew she was getting wet – down there.

Mr Jenkins also knew he was getting hard. He had felt his cock starting to stir as soon as the girl had lay down across his lap and now, what with all her wriggling about, he was as hard as a rock within the confines of his black trousers. He could also see the girl's cunt was leaking and he smiled to himself.

"Like ******, like ********," he laughed to Miss Atkins. "Come and get a good shot of me feeding her juices to her ******."

Miss Atkins moved to his side, just behind Julie, as he stopped spanking Mandy and her ****** whispered, "Twelve." At a nod from her manager, Julie reached out once again and held on to her ********* legs, slowly pulling them wide. Mr Jenkins ran his hand down from the girl's sore arse and dipped his fingers in the juices running from her pussy and down her legs. Offering those same, sticky fingers to Julie, she opened her mouth and willingly tasted her ******** on them. She already knew what was to happen next and she felt her own cunt pouring as a result.

Keeping Mandy's legs open, while she was still restrained across Mr Jenkins' lap, her ****** leaned forward and brought her soft tongue to Mandy's cunt for the first time. Mandy tried to struggle but it was no use; Mr Jenkins held her fast while her ******, HER ******, was licking where only she had ever touched. Julie bent down between her ********* legs which she was holding wide until she could reach as much of her ********* pussy as possible. She started as near the top as she could, knowing that Mandy had a beautiful hairy bush but that would have to wait. Mandy's hair was thicker and darker than her own, even before she had been ordered to shave it all off by Mr Jenkins. Now she looked again at a pussy that she suddenly realised she had wanted to taste for some time – her own *********. Almost desperate to plunge her wet tongue, and her fingers, into the waiting cunt, she held back and instead slowly started to lick up and down Mandy's already wet slit, ******** in her sweet juices, sure in the knowledge that no-one had ever done this for her ******** before.

Up and down, up and down, Mandy could feel her ******'s tongue tormenting her. She could feel herself getting even more wet and she knew it wasn't from her ******'s tongue. She squirmed on Mr Jenkins' lap as she tried to push her pussy back against that soft, wet tongue as it probed deeper and deeper. Up and down, up and down, deeper, and deeper, her ****** was doing things to her she had promised herself no-one would until she was married. Then again, she never thought it would be another woman who would cause her pussy to leak so much, never imagined it would be her own ******

"Don't stop. Please, ******, please don't stop!"

Julie had no intention of stopping. Even if Mr Jenkins wasn't there to hold her ******** down; even if Miss Atkins wasn't almost as close to Mandy's pussy as she was with her stupid camera. She knew Mandy was about to cum on her tongue, maybe for the first time ever. She was pushing back against her ******, faster and faster, covering her ******'s face with her juices. Julie wasn't complaining; she loved the taste but she wanted to make this as special as possible for her ********. Knowing what she liked having done to herself, she continued to tongue deep within her ********* virginal pussy while, at the same time, she prised the young girl's clit from its hood and started to flick it with her left hand, her hands no longer required to keep her ********* legs apart..

"Oh my God!" Mandy screamed.

"O my God! OH, MY GOD!"

But her ****** wasn't finished yet. Just when Mandy thought she couldn't take any more, her ****** slowly, inserted one, then two, then three fingers into her sopping cunt.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!"

And by now this was as much for Julie's pleasure as it was for Mandy's. Mr Jenkins and Miss Atkins long forgotten, there was only Julie's tongue, Julie's fingers and Mandy's cunt. Julie could feel her ********* pussy walls spasm around her fingers and knew that Mandy would never forget the time her ****** first made her cum.

Julie and Mandy may have forgotten about Mr Jenkins but he was about to remind them exactly who was in control. As Julie reluctantly withdrew her sodden fingers from Mandy's pussy, she suddenly remembered where she was and looked up at her manager. His eyes were filled with lust as he looked down at her exhausted ******** and Julie suddenly realised that she was terrified that he would want to fuck her ******** and her own pussy would be neglected. She couldn't have that.

Julie knelt upright and took her ******** by the waist, sliding her off Mr Jenkins lap. Mandy seemed to come to as her ****** swapped places with her so that the young girl was now kneeling at the side of her manager's chair while her ****** now stood between him and his desk. She wasn't too sure what was expected of her now so she looked to her ****** for guidance, although she wasn't sure either if she could ever think of this woman before her as her ****** now – not since she had made her cum with her gorgeous tongue and talented fingers.

Julie smiled at her ********, knowing only too well how Mandy would be feeling right at this moment, but when Mr Jenkins grabbed her hips he immediately demanded her attention. She was desperate to be fucked but she couldn't let him know that, he didn't like her to act like a slut, at least not until he told her she could.

The look in his eyes as he ripped open her silk blouse was all too familiar; the buttons flew about the room but he only had eyes for her breasts. Her lacy, white bra was torn apart and he fastened on to each breast in turn, one after the other, sucking them as far into his mouth as was humanly possible. Miss Atkins stood to their side recording this exquisite moment but Julie didn't even care about that. All she cared about was his mouth on her tits and his hand as it found its way up her tight skirt, slowly moving forward up her smooth thigh, slowly moving towards the very spot where Julie wanted it - in her cunt.

Mandy watched in amazement as her ****** was taken in the bank manager's office and she wasn't really putting up much resistance either. She knew that Mr Jenkins had a hold over her, just like he did over her too, but how could ****** do this in front of her ******** and in front of Miss Atkins. Mandy noticed that her ******'s tight skirt was now being pushed further up her legs with each passing moment and gasped as the top of her ******'s black stockings came into view. It was just one shock after another as the skirt was finally around her ******'s waist and Mandy could see Mr Jenkins' hand rapidly moving in and out of her ******'s pussy – because ****** wasn't wearing any knickers. Who was this woman? Was she really just pretending all this time to be quiet and innocent? Was she really just a slut like her dad had always said?

Julie couldn't imagine what was going through her ********'s mind. All she knew that her pussy was finally getting some relief but she wanted more, so much more. She longed to beg for his cock but she knew that wasn't allowed. She had to wait until he was ready and it looked like he was just about there. But how would he take her?

She soon found out as he removed his mouth from her breast and his hand from her pussy, spinning her around to face the desk. Miss Atkins was standing there facing her across the large desk making sure that none of this was missed. Julie realised that what the camera was recording was her tits on full display, her bra in tatters and her skirt bunched around her waist. Miss Atkins zoomed in and down to see her bald pussy but Mr Jenkins had other ideas now.

"Miss Atkins, I think it's time for you to get more involved. Come and sit on the desk. I want Mrs Powers to eat your cunt while I fuck hers at the same time."

Mandy couldn't believe that her ****** was going to do this. It was bad enough that she had licked her ********'s pussy but surely she wouldn't do this disgusting thing to the dragon of a secretary. Miss Atkins, however, seemed only too willing to join in. She handed the camera to Mandy and hopped on to the desk. Leaning back, she spread her legs and her long, wrap around skirt simply fell to either side and Mandy was faced with yet another bald pussy.

"Now, Miss Powers, make sure you don't miss any of this. I want close-ups of my cock in your ******'s cunt and her tongue lapping at Miss Atkins."

Whether Julie was reluctant or not, when Mr Jenkins pushed her forward she immediately went to work on the other woman's pussy. She could see that Miss Atkins' pussy was just as wet and as hungry as her own. "She's dripping," thought Julie, as she steeled herself to eat the manager's secretary. "She's dripping," thought Mandy. "What was wrong with the women at this bank? Did Mr Jenkins have some sort of hold over them all?"

"I've got to taste her!" thought Julie, realising she wanted to make this woman cum too, just like she had her own ********. She put her hands on Miss Atkins bare, smooth skin above her stocking tops and pushed them wide, going straight for her target between the other woman's legs, licking at the juices seeping from her cunt. Miss Atkins felt herself shuddering as Mrs Powers' tongue sent ripples of pleasure through her neglected pussy. She had enjoyed filming the action over the last few punishment days but it couldn't possibly compare with what she was enjoying now. Julie released the other woman's thighs and, instead, brought her fingers to the woman's cunt. She pulled her pussy lips wide, probing deeply with her tongue, and then licked along Miss Atkins' soaking slit, all the way up to her clit. Miss Atkins shuddered once more as she felt Mrs Powers' fingers invading her pussy and her velvet tongue moving round in a tiny circle with her clit at the centre.

Mandy understood that her ****** was being ****** to do this but did she really have to be doing it with such relish. She, herself, was being encouraged by Mr Jenkins to move as close to the action as possible and now, looking through the camera, she could see in minute detail how wet her ****** was making this other woman. She didn't want to admit to herself how wet she was becoming down below once again but she could feel the moistness between her legs and couldn't believe that her body was betraying her again.

Miss Atkins felt Mrs Powers suddenly dislodged from her task and raised her head from the desk. Mr Jenkins had entered his bank teller from behind and was fucking her without mercy. At the forlorn look on his secretary's face, however, Mr Jenkins pushed Julie's head back between the other woman's legs and ordered her to complete her task. Still pounding away in and out of Julie's cunt, he pulled something from one of his desk drawers and handed it to Julie.

"Fuck her with this," he instructed and Miss Atkins felt something sliding easily into her wet pussy. "Oh, YES!" gasped the secretary. Whatever it was it was filling her cunt completely, and she almost went into overload when the hot tongue returned to her clit.

Miss Atkins raised her head once more and looked down the length of her body to see a double ended dildo protruding from her bald lips. Then Mr Jenkins inexplicably withdrew from Julie's cunt and reached down to a lower drawer. While Julie held the dildo and pumped it slowly back and forth, her manager handed her something else.

"This is so fucking hot," he grinned and Mandy couldn't help but agree. She didn't want to – and she wondered what was going to happen next – but she couldn't deny how flustered she was or how much she secretly wanted to put down the camera to join in.

The bank manager handed his new toy to Julie and instructed, "Now stick the beads in and get back to licking her cunt." Mandy was lost now because Miss Atkins already had the huge dildo sticking out of her pussy and her lips were stretched tight around it as her ****** plunged it in and out. Mr Jenkins answered her question by walking round to the other side of the desk, right beside Miss Atkins' head and pulled his secretary's legs up so high that her ankles were next to her ears and her bum was raised off the desk. Still with the camera, Mandy followed his next instruction in total disbelief.

"Get a good shot of her arse hole."

Mandy could only comply obediently but when she saw her ****** use the other woman's own pussy juice to lubricate her bum hole she suddenly realised what was about to happen. Her ****** was about to stuff something up the woman's bum

"Wait, I'm not sure," tried the secretary. "No! Just – Oh!" Julie reamed Miss Atkins' arse hole and then pushed a finger inside. "Oh god!" the woman lying on the desk pleaded. "If you're going to do this lick my clit too." Mr Jenkins duly obliged.

Miss Atkins moaned as she felt Julie's finger probing her bum and then the first of the beads was introduced. It was a new sensation, not painful, it just gave her a feeling of being full. She didn't however have time to think about it as a second bead was pushed into her and then a third and a fourth and then more. Once all the beads were up the secretary's bum except one, Mr Jenkins had some new commands.

"Get on," he instructed Julie and she immediately climbed on to the other end of the dildo as expected. Mandy couldn't even control the camera anymore; she simply stood there dumbfounded, watching her ****** reach new levels of depravity. But there was more to come.

Julie gave out a throaty grunt as she took the toy deeply into her cunt, joining herself with Miss Atkins. She started pumping her hips in a rocking motion while she felt Mr Jenkins start to pull her fat arse cheeks apart. Julie instinctively leant forward and suckled on Miss Atkins's breasts as she prepared herself for what she knew was coming next.

"Oh yes, yes. Suck my tits," demanded the secretary as she felt lips around her nipples, sucking and biting.

"Fuck me, bitch, fuck me," was her next command. Julie did as she was told but now she could feel Mr Jenkins' hard cock pressing against her arse hole. Lubricated only by his tongue, he still entered her in one thrust and pushed the dildo deeper into her cunt and deeper into the secretary's

"I'm going to cum!" Mandy wasn't sure who was talking any more as the three of them were rutting like ******* on the manager's desk. Mr Jenkins fucking her ******'s arse; her ****** fucking his secretary's cunt and Miss Atkins writhing around like a bitch on heat.

"Mrs Powers, pull the beads out of her bum, one at a time."

"Aah!" Miss Atkins exclaimed as the anal sensation added to the heat that was burning in her tits and cunt. "Oh God, yes!" she cried.

Julie knew she was close too riding the double ender, pumping and thrusting her hips as Mr Jenkins thrust his at her. Miss Atkins lifted her head off the desk, straining up, muscles taught, yet stretching her legs as wide as possible. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

"Rip the beads out! Rip the fucking beads out!" yelled Mr Jenkins before reaching under Julie and doing it himself. Julie was lost in her own orgasm between the thrusts of her manager in her arse and the equally powerful thrusts of his secretary in her cunt. She was no more than a rag doll between them.

She only became aware again when Mr Jenkins pulled out of her ravaged hole, climbed on the desk and jerked his cock above them. After only a couple of tugs he to came, shooting his spunk onto Julie's back and Miss Atkins face.

"I hope you got all that Miss Powers, because it is your turn next week."