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Seducing My Son 5

It had been quite and exciting week around our house. I had shared some of the most thrilling sexual experiences of my life with my husband and my son, and I was planning on taking it further tonight. All I had to do was conjure the memory of the two most special guys in my life sucking each other off and I was ready to cream in my pants.
I was lying on my bed lightly stroking my pussy lips and waiting for my son Evan. I decided that instead of rolling around in the cramped space on my son’s bedroom floor, we should spend this evening in our king size bed instead. My husband Don came out of the bathroom, fresh from his shower, and joined me on the bed.
“What have you got there, babe?” he asked.
“A very wet pussy.”
“Yum!” He went down for a taste and I snapped my legs shut before he could get there.
“No you don’t,” I smiled. “I don’t want you to spoil your appetite.”
“Aw, you’re saving all the good stuff for your son. I’m jealous.”
“Hon, you’re not really are you?” I asked worried. This was one of the problems I anticipated and prayed wouldn’t cause trouble between us.
“Jealous? Naw, I’m kidding with you.” He kissed one of my nipples, and I was somewhat relieved.
“I know we talked about it before,” I said, “but that was when it was a fantasy. Now that it’s real, you have to be honest with me if you’re having doubts or hurt feelings.”
“To be honest, I wasn’t crazy about the idea at the start. I know you had an intuition that Evan might be gay, but I knew for sure that I certainly wasn’t. But I trust you, and I want to make you happy, so I went along with your perverted little family affair.”
“You think it’s perverted?”
“Let me finish. And, yes, what we’re doing is the textbook definition of perverted.” He kissed my other nipple before going on. “Listening in on Evan and you masturbating together that first night, then actually watching our son make love to you the next night, was more of a turn on than I ever expected. But, I never felt one iota of jealousy, or anything remotely like it.”
“It was the same for me watching you two making each other cum,” I said dreamily. “It’s like we’re all together in a way that we could never be with anyone else. There’s no competition, or head games, and we can just be free to enjoy each other’s bodies.”
“I want to enjoy your body right now, lady.”
Don climbed on top of me, kissing and nibbling my neck as he did. I giggled and tried to fight him off, but he was too strong (and I really didn’t want to win this contest). He got in between my legs and plowed his hard-on right into my dripping pussy. It was madly exciting to have him take me like that, so crazy with passion he absolutely had to have me right that moment.
Evan came into our room just as we got started. He was naked, his hair still damp from the shower.
“Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad.” He was as casual as could be despite the fact that he just walked in on his parents having sex. That made me feel good all over for some reason.
“Hey, buddy, c’mon in,” Don said without missing a beat.
“Your Dad couldn’t wait to put his cock in my pussy. Do you want to watch us fuck?”
“Sure, I haven’t seen you guys do it yet. You look real sexy with your legs spread like that, Mom.”
“Thanks, honey. Why don’t you get down behind your father where you can see?”
Evan moved to the foot of the bed and situated himself.
“Can you see all right?” I asked my son while my husband continued to thrust himself into me.
“A little, but not really,” Evan answered. I raised my feet up into the air, and Don adjusted up and forward. “How’s that, honey?”
“Perfect.”
“Can you see Dad’s cock going in and out of my pussy?”
“Yeah, I can see everything.”
“Touch my pussy, baby. I want you to feel me getting fucked.” I felt him touch me and I was flying.
He ran his fingers up one side of my pussy, then down and up the other side. He wrapped his thumb and forefinger around my husband’s cock like a ring so Don was fucking through our son’s fingers and into me. It was inexplicably exhilarating.
After a little while his hand moved and I didn’t know what he was doing. Then Don moaned and got a goofy smile on his face.
“Your son is playing with my balls,” he informed me. “And he’s damn good at it.” He slowed down, wanting to make this last as much as I did.
“Mom, I can see your butt, you know.”
“I know, honey. I like showing myself off to you.”
“Can I touch it?”
“Of course, darling.” I felt his finger on my asshole. He circled it around, gathering some of the wetness leaking down from my pussy, then pressed his fingertip into me. My husband was fucking me while my son played with my ass. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Oh, yes, I’m coming,” I gasped.
My husband and son worked together to bring me off in fine fashion. As soon as my climax subsided, Don was cumming inside me. He grunted and rammed himself deep into me, then released. He pulled out and rested next to me to catch his breath.
Before I realized it, Evan was lapping my pussy. He kissed and sucked my super sensitive clit, making me jump and chirp with painful pleasure. Then he surprised me by moving his lips lower and sucking his father’s cum out of me.
“Wow,” Don chuckled, “that boy really loves my spunk. Maybe I should bottle the stuff and put it on the market.”
I just lay there and basked in the sensation of Evan mouth on my pussy. When he had his fill he came up and gave me a kiss. He surprised me again by pushing his tongue past my lips. Our first French kiss together. I could taste my juices, and his father’s cum on his lips and tongue. God, what a turn on! Evan settled down on my other side, and I was nestled snug between my two men feeling all warm and cozy.
We snuggled like that for a while. Their hands roamed over my body lazily, tweaking a nipple, tickling my belly button, caressing my thigh. I just soaked it all in. I got a little charge between the legs when I watched my husband reach across me and touch my son’s penis. Don brushed his fingertips along the length of Evan’s cock. He squeezed the head lightly, then fondled his balls. I smiled when I saw the spellbound look on my husband’s face–he was like a little boy with a new toy. And Evan was certainly enjoying the attention. I was so happy my heart nearly ached with it.
“Evan,” I finally broke the comfortable silence. “Remember that picture I showed you, the one I like to look at while I masturbate?”
“The one with the lady who had two cocks in her mouth?”
“That’s the one. I was thinking I’d like to try that now. I want to suck on both your cocks at the same time.”
The guys liked the idea so I scooted down on the bed, and they each knelt on either side of my head. They moved in closer and the tips of their cocks hovered just above my mouth. I gabbed onto them, one in each hand, and put Evan in my mouth first. I gave him a few long sucks, running my tongue all around him. I turned my head and mouthed my husband. His cock tasted like my pussy mixed with his own cum.
I then drew them together right in front of my face. Their penises touched. I rubbed them together, picturing their pee holes as two little mouths kissing. By their expressions I could tell they were loving the feeling of cock on cock. I ran my tongue up between them and a shiver spread over me.
I angled their cocks downward and into my mouth. I started with them apart and played my tongue over their heads. Two cocks in my mouth; I could now check off another of my fantasies. I brought them together and their penises mushed up against one another between my lips. I sucked on them as best as I could.
I realized, as good as this was, the angle was all wrong. I really needed them standing in front of me if I wanted to be able to suck both their cocks properly. As it was, I could only get the ends of their cocks into my mouth, and maybe a little more. But I was more than happy with that, for now. I sucked and slurped those cocks as my husband pinched my nipples and Evan reached down and fingered my pussy.
“Okay, guys,” I said after a good long time playing with them. “I want some cum. How about your fellas jerk off on me?”
“Can I cum on your face, Mom?”
“You read my mind, honey.”
I relaxed and watched them take hold of their hard shafts and begin stroking. I tickled their balls for them as they masturbated. There’s something about watching men jerking themselves off that absolutely captivates me. Their big hands, and the way they handle themselves so expertly, gets me going every time. There’s also that element of vulnerability when their doing it–it’s almost impossible to maintain a macho façade when you’re playing with your own cock.
My boys leaned forward on their own and touched their penises together as they whacked off over me. I’d love to see them cumming on each other’s cocks. Evan was the first to reach orgasm and he directed his burst of cum onto my face. I closed my eyes and let the warm liquid pumping out of my son’s cock cover me, knowing how exciting it must be for him to see his own sperm all over his mother’s face. When he was finished my husband bent down and sucked the last drops of semen off the end of his son’s cock. He then straightened up and unloaded his own orgasm into my waiting mouth.
I ate my husband’s cum and licked my lips. “Who’s going to clean me up?”
The two of them wasted no time in coming down to lick and suck up all the cum dripping down my cheeks. While they worked I slipped two fingers in my pussy and fucked myself to an almost instantaneous orgasm. This was so much fun it should be illegal. Oh, wait, in some states it is!
“You boys did a very nice job, but I think I could still use a rinse.” I climbed out from between them and headed for the bathroom. “You two will be all right without me for a few minutes?”
“It won’t be easy,” my husband kidded, “but we’ll try to keep busy.”
I went into the master bath and cleaned the sheen of sperm and saliva off my face. I gave my pussy a quick rinse. I looked in the mirror and noticed I was smiling again. I’d been doing an awful lot of that lately.
When I came out of the bathroom, I found my son and husband lying on their sides in a kind of sixty-nine position sucking on each other’s cock at the same time. They looked so cute like that. They weren’t going at it like crazy, but rather just contentedly suckling away on one another’s manhood in peaceful bliss. I wanted to take a picture.
I settled down on the bed and watched them for a little bit. I ran my fingernails along my husband’s thigh and gazed lovingly at my son sucking his father’s cock. Evan paused and looked up at me with a satisfied grin.
“We missed you, Mom,” he joked. “Am I going to get to fuck your cunt again tonight?”
He was getting very good about verbalizing his desires. At least that part of my plan was working.
“I had something a little different in mind for tonight, honey.” I noticed he was having a hard time concentrating with his dad sucking his cock. “I was thinking that I’d like you both to fuck me at the same time.”
“Wow, Mom, that would be awesome.”
“You could fuck me in the ass, while your father fucks my pussy. Want to give it a try?”
“Sure thing!”
It took us a minute to work out the logistics for this maneuver. Don lay down on his back and I got on top of him. I slipped my pussy down onto his cock and settled it in nice and deep.
“Okay, honey, now put some of that lube on my ass and work it in.” I said to Evan. My son squirted the lubricating jelly into his hand and rubbed it on my back side.
“Like this?”
“That’s perfect. Now put your finger in me like your did earlier.” He eased his finger in and twirled it around. “Now use two fingers, honey.” Evan put his first two fingers in me and I could feel a little tightness. I relaxed and it only took a few seconds for me to get comfortable with it. “Good, just push them in and out and get me nice and loosened up back there.” Don and I had anal sex usually once or twice a month, so it didn’t take long for him to get me ready.
“Mom, did I ever tell you what a really hot ass you have?”
“Thanks, honey, you’re so sweet. Are you ready to fuck that hot ass of mine, or what?”
“I’m ready!” He stood up and straddled me, crouching down and positioning his well-lubed cock at the entrance of my wide open ass.
“Take it nice and easy at first,” Don advised him over my shoulder. “But once you get her warmed up, you can pound away at your Mom’s ass as hard as your want. Trust me, she loves it.”
I smacked my husband on the shoulder, but I couldn’t deny it. I loved getting fucked really hard in the ass.
The tip of Evan’s cock pressed up against my asshole. He rubbed it around, found the spot and pushed. His cock entered my ass, and I was on cloud nine. I remained motionless on my husband’s cock, while my son’s penis glided deeper inside my rear hole. Finally he penetrated me as far as he could and I reveled in the sensation of having both my holes filled at the same time. I felt like the luckiest girl alive.
“That feels so good, guys. Your cocks are inside me and it’s amazing.” They both started moving, slowly at first, trying to get a feel for how this was going to work.
“I can feel Dad’s cock moving inside you, Mom.”
“Do you like it, honey? Do you like fucking your Mom in the ass?”
“It’s great, Mom. You want me to fuck you harder, like Dad said?”
“Yes, fuck me nice and hard, baby.”
“And see if you can get down a little lower, buddy,” Don requested. “That way our balls will rub together while we fuck your mom.”
Evan adjusted his angle and based on my husband’s satisfied moan I’d say he got what he wanted. They both picked up the pace, while I found it best to remain still as they worked themselves in and out of me. They experimented with thrusting together, then with one going in while the other pulled back. Everything they did felt wonderful to me.
Evan’s hands were grasping onto my hips, and I could feel his strong thighs against me. He broke rhythm with his father and started going faster. It hurt so good.
“Our son is fucking you in the ass,” my husband whispered to me. “Your boy has his cock buried in your asshole, hon, and he’s fucking you like crazy.”
“Yes! Fuck my ass with your cock, Evan. Fuck your mom’s asshole!”
“I’m cumming, Mom! I’m cumming in your ass!”
“Me, too,” Don groaned. “I’m about to cum in your cunt.”
“That’s it, boys, fill me up. Fuck me! Make me cum!”
Incredibly, our orgasms all erupted within seconds of each other. It was a cacophony of screams, and moans, and grunts like I’ve never heard before. And I was probably the loudest. We collapsed atop one another and couldn’t speak for a long while. I felt their cum oozing out of my ass and my pussy and dribbling down onto the bed covers, but I didn’t care about the mess.
I finally had a sense of what utter fulfillment truly meant.

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True Story

2 – Bill’s House

Note: This happened shortly after the ending of “My Gym Teacher”, during the spring of tenth grade. Once again, names have been changed, but the characters and story are really what transpired, to the best of my recollection.
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Bill was my best friend growing up; I started going to this school in the second grade, and ever since the third grade, we were nearly inseparable. Being two guys who entered our teens right at the turn of the millennium, we were always into Nintendo 64 and then X-Box a little after it came out. On the off-chance that we didn’t have anything to do on a weekend, or if we came home drunk or stoned from a party, we could quite often be found in his basement playing Halo. Bill’s basement was pretty ideal for hanging out in; he had a big screen TV (one of the old kinds, big and with an enormous caboose) and two really comfortable beanbag chairs to sit in. His basement also had a ping pong table, its own bathroom, and a pretty nice guest room that I occasionally got to crash in if his parents didn’t mind.
One night in April or May, we arrived home a house party that had been broken up by the police after a neighbour called to report excessive noise. We were pretty bummed out about the situation for a couple reasons. Not only did we have to leave all our alcohol at the girl’s house, but we had to leave without any girls either – neither of which was on our evening’s agenda. When we got to Bill’s house, we joked around with his little brother for a little bit before grabbing a six-pack and heading down to our usual boredom-zone. Loading Halo, we were completely consumed in what we were doing in a matter of seconds, and had essentially tuned out the world for probably over an hour.
We were starting to zone out entirely, and I was definitely starting to feel the alcohol wear my body down, when Bill’s sister stumbled into the house, knocking over the small table in the front hall of the house. Slightly stirred out of my daze, I made a typical snarky remark about how I should go make sure Lisa was ok, and see if she needed any of my personal assistance. Fortunately, Bill was used to guys taking pot shots at his sister and her reputation as a slut. As early as junior high, Lisa was widely known in our school for having slept with at least five different guys. It’s not every day that you have a best friend whose sister is that loose, and I was a little miffed how the opportunity to get with her had never arisen, even after I had started going to the gym.
“What are you two losers doing home?” We were greeted by Lisa’s slurred affection.
“Cops showed up,” Bill managed to mumble, as we were rampaging our way through the hardest difficulty of the game. “Considering the neighbourhood we live in, you’d think they’d have more important crimes to worry about than a few underage kids having a good time. What were you guys up to tonight?”
“Not much of anything, either. We were at a party until Ray had to leave because he broke curfew too many times. His parents won’t let him have the car out past midnight,” she explained.
I finally turned and realized that Lisa was leaning on her friend Charlotte for support – they were clearly hammered. My brief look had turned into a lingering stare, and it wasn’t until Bill shouted an obscenity that both of our characters had died. The image I had been staring at was one of pure carnal imagination. Before me stood Lisa at 5’3”, with her dimpled smile, green eyes, and brown hair with soft blonde highlights. Charlotte was no slouch either – she was on the track and volleyball teams and it definitely showed. Standing at about 5’11”, she had chestnut eyes to match her long, straight hair. The best thing about Charlotte, however, was that her legs seemed to go forever.
“I need to pass out soon,” I was roused from my trance as Bill mumbled his exhaustion.
Charlotte laughed, walking over to Bill and sitting down on top of him as though he were a chair.
“Poor baby is all tired”, she cooed at him, and wiggling her hips. It wasn’t uncommon for Lisa and her friends to tease us like this.
As Lisa stumbled towards me, I figured she was going to mimic her friend and begin to mock us for our failed evening of debauchery. After tripping a few times, she managed to finally approach my beanbag chair. As she was moving in to likely ape her friend, she fell and reached out to stop herself from taking a nosedive right into my groin. I quickly choked, stifling a groan, as her hand had landed right on my semi-erect penis.
“Goddamnit, Lisa,” Bill scolded – while he was used to his friends hitting on his sister, nothing had ever happened before, even by accident.
Quickly regaining her balance and composure, Lisa flipped her brother off before straddling me and trying to be what I had to guess was erotic. She was probably too drunk to realize that she was just lightly slapping my face with her hair, and not at all moving her hips.
Charlotte burst into laughter at her friend’s poor pseudo-seduction tactics. “You’re such a slut,” she muttered as she rose from Bill, making sure to momentarily rest her tight ass inches from his face. “Come on, my mom is picking me up at eight in the morning.”
“My stuff is already in the guest room, Charlotte.” I had laid claim to the room earlier because I had assumed I would be bringing a girl home that evening.
“So get it out of there, asshole. That room is mine whenever I stay over, you know that.”
“I don’t mind sharing,” I chuckled. “Whether or not you’re in that room, I’m gonna be crashing there in a few minutes.”
“Whatever, nerd.” She shot me a death stare before her and Lisa began to fall up the steps out of the basement.
I leaned over to Bill who was already half-asleep. “Dude, I’m gonna go crash before she decides to come back down and throw my shit in the hall.”
“Alright, man. I’m gonna leave a note to see if we can maybe get waffles for breakfast or something.”
The last few beers I’d had since we got home from our misadventure had evidently gotten to me while I had been seated in the comfort of the beanbag chair. The room began to spin slowly, as I struggled to gain some sense of direction. Opting to crawl, a moment later I dragged myself into the bathroom to relieve myself before finally stripping to my boxers and making it to bed. I was out like a light within moments.
I awoke suddenly, very aware that I wasn’t alone anymore. The room was pitch black, as it had been when I passed out, and there was not even a hint of daylight behind the ground-level windows that the room contained. I was about to just loll back to sleep, when I caught the slightest sound of movement.
“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” I heard all of a sudden. The hushed tone had brought me to alertness immediately, despite my still slightly inebriated state.
“Shut up, or I’m gonna do this by myself,” a new voice responded. This was definitely Charlotte – despite being a whisper, her baritone voice was quite distinct.
“I don’t even know why you’re here. I’m the one who felt it,” the first voice said indignantly. This must have been Lisa.
“There’s no fucking way I’m passing up on this if it’s true, so you can just go fuck your brother for all I care,” Charlotte forcefully countered.
The voices and shuffling continued to get closer as I tried to piece together what the fuck was going on. At first thought, I assumed they were trying to screw with me in some fashion – probably drawing a dick on my face as is usually the case when parties get out of control.
“I can’t even make anything out. How are we supposed to do this?”
“Lisa. The more noise you make, the more likely he is to wake up. Shut up and help me roll him over – I think he’s on his stomach.”
While my panic at what was about to happen quickly increased, the next clue was a little too obvious for me to miss, even in my tipsy state.
“I’ll pull gently and you lift and turn, Lis. I wanna see if it’s even close to as big as you said it was.”
“He didn’t feel that hard, and he was probably already as big as Ray,” Lisa responded.
Finally cluing in that they were talking about my penis, I immediately began to think about how I could take advantage of the situation. As best as I could understand, they were simply going to just take a look to confirm their suspicions. I let myself become a crash-test dummy, pretending to be completely limp and unconscious.
As they turned me over I heard Lisa mumble something about light.
“If he wakes up and sees what we’re doing, we’re fucked. Leave it off,” Charlotte commanded.
I slowly felt my boxers being tugged down – no great feat seeing as I was not lifting my hips to help them at all. Finally, they had them far enough down that I could feel a slight chill in my now exposed package. I shivered and bit my tongue as I felt a hand slowly graze my flesh, looking for its prize.
“Lisa, give me your hand,” Charlotte instructed, the excitement in her voice easily detectable.
Suddenly, I felt enough fingers for two hands sensually making their way over my quickly hardening member.
“Jesus Christ, Lis. He’s way bigger than Ray.”
Deciding to see how far this situation was going, I let them continue to run their hands along my now hard cock. One hand was removed briefly, quickly returning damp and slightly sticky.
“What the fuck are you doing, Charlotte,” Lisa hissed.
“Relax, girl. He hasn’t woken up yet, he probably won’t at all.
“You’re gonna jerk him off while he sleeps?”
“I’d love to do more than that, but I don’t think I could just get right on top of him without him waking up,” Charlotte sighed. “Go turn the dimmer on the lights real low and then turn the lights on.”
I heard shuffling once more, and acted even more comatose than before.
“Oh my God,” I heard Charlotte moan as she finally got to see what she was working with. “Lis, this has gotta be eight or nine inches!”
“I told you he was probably huge. Are you done yet? He could wake up any second.”
“You can’t tell me you don’t wanna fuck this cock right now. You’re such a slut, you’d probably beg him if he were awake.”
“Of course I wanna fuck it, but he’s Bill’s best friend. Bill would hate me if Rob started coming over to see me instead of him.”
“You don’t have to date him, dipshit.” Charlotte’s grip tightened as she began to slowly pump my cock with rhythm.
I fought natural temptation so hard at that moment to not begin thrusting into her hand. I heard her spit, and her second hand began to stroke my pulsing cock.
“What are you gonna do when he cums?” Lisa asked from the door.
“You mean if he cums. He’s so drunk he hasn’t even woken up yet, so he probably won’t cum for a long time.”
More shuffling, as Lisa made her way back to the bedside.
“I should get my phone out,” Charlotte whispered.
“What are you gonna do with a picture of a dick?”
“I dunno. Your brother said Rob hasn’t been getting any for a while now,” she mumbled, her brain trying to come up with a reasonable excuse for snapping a photo. “Maybe he could get with me.”
“And what about me? You wouldn’t even be down here if I hadn’t grabbed it earlier.”
“You grabbed it by accident, Lisa. Your drunk ass was about to give him an accidental blowjob the way you were falling.”
I felt third set of fingers gingerly stroking my engorged head, the sensations tingling all the way down to my balls. I decided now was the time to act.
Opening my eyes just enough to get a quick look at the scene, I saw Lisa to my left, Charlotte on my right, both toying my cock and completely oblivious to the idea that anyone could be watching it unfold, least of all me.
I quickly shot both of my hands out, catching both of their wrists and sitting upright.
“What the fuck are you two doing?” I demanded harshly, scaring the crap out of them.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Lisa squealed, trying to wiggle out of my grasp.
Interestingly, Charlotte’s free limb had continued to pump me. I looked over to her and noticed that she was staring directly at me.
“Look who’s finally up,” she taunted.
“I’ve been awake since you two came in here. I knew Lisa was a slut, but I had no idea you were both so hard for cock that you’d cum jerk off a guy who’s passed out.”
Lisa looked down in shame, starting to whimper slightly.
“Take it easy, Lisa. I won’t rat you out to your parents for being such a whore,” I reassured her.
“What about Bill?”
“I don’t see why the three of us can’t have some fun. Who needs to know,” I told her.
Letting go of Charlotte’s wrist, she quickly returned to pumping me with both hands. I took my newly freed hand and grabbed Lisa’s other wrist, pulling her towards me. Her conscience had clearly lost this battle as she moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced.
I grabbed Charlotte’s hand, motioning for her to join me, as I pulled Lisa’s head away from my own, guiding her towards my waiting cock. Charlotte bit my lip, her right hand still tightly gripping the base of my shaft, before she slipped her tongue into my mouth. Pulling away, I noticed her jealously staring at Lisa as she began to greedily suck me off.
“Hey,” I said, getting both of their attention. “Don’t you dare stop sucking, Lisa, but why am I the only one naked?”
Charlotte quickly ripped her clothes off, revealing her pert breasts, probably a large B cup. Holding Lisa’s head in place, I leaned over and grabbed Charlotte’s nipple into my mouth, sucking and then nibbling lightly, before clamping it between my teeth. I slapped her tit with my free hand as she pulled her panties off. She stood over me, letting me see her perfect ass for the first time, before she knelt down with one leg on either side of my head.
“Just because you caught us, doesn’t mean you’re in control,” she moaned, as my tongue gently lapped at her clit.
I felt Lisa remove herself from my penis, quickly replaced by Charlotte, leaning over to put us into a very hot sixty-nine. Reaching up, I pulled her cheeks apart to get a good look at her asshole while I tongued her pussy.
All of a sudden, I felt something new. My right nut had been vacuumed into a mouth, as my cock was still buried in Charlotte’s mouth. I wildly bucked my hips at the new sensation, before gaining control of my body and continuing to fuck Charlotte with my mouth.
“I’ve gotta have this in me,” I heard Lisa grunt from somewhere near the bottom of the bed.
Reluctantly, Charlotte separated her mouth from my cock, before I felt Lisa impale herself on it.
“Oh fuck,” she screamed, definitely way louder than was probably safe. Even though we were in the basement, enough noise would have woken someone for sure. She quickly began to lift her hips up, before crashing down onto my pelvis. I quickly met her speed, thrusting up every time I felt her reach the apex of her ascent, causing my cockhead to pound into her cervix. Her pussy was gripping me like it was trying to strangle the last breaths from within, as we fucked like a jackhammer.
Charlotte was playing Lisa’s nipples while this was going on, and was unaware of my next move. I pushed on the small of her back, making her lean forward some more, before pulling her back so her asshole rested right on top of my mouth. Spitting at the brown ring, I stabbed at her sphincter with my tongue, causing her to flail atop me. Unsure of whether she found this appealing, or was trying to escape, I continued my assault. Shoving my thumb in my mouth, I quickly pushed it into her trembling anus.
“Oh my fucking God, that feels so fucking good,” she moaned, biting her lip as her body started to get a little tighter.
Lifting her off of me, I grabbed Lisa, and rolled her onto her back, so her fatter breasts were flopping about while I continued to pound into her pussy. Continuing this for a moment, I noticed Charlotte on her hands and knees beside me, her ass just feet from my face. I quickly pulled out of Lisa’s hot pussy, and shoved myself into Charlotte’s surprisingly tight pussy in one thrust.
Grabbing Lisa’s face, I shoved four fingers into her mouth, which she readily accepted. Reaching over, I shoved them into her pussy or a few seconds, before returning them to her mouth. She wretched at first, before sucking them each, one at a time. I quickly put my thumb into her mouth, before leaning back and shoving it back into Charlotte’s slightly loosened asshole.
A low, guttural moan escaped Charlotte’s throat as her pussy began to convulse on my cock, clamping repeatedly as she came. Her juices seeped out around my cock as she screamed into the blankets, while I continued to push my thumb in and out of her slowly loosening asshole.
When she finally finished climaxing, her head still buried in the blankets, I grabbed Lisa’s head as I pulled it out of Charlotte’s abused pussy. Met with no resistance, I rose on the bed and dragged her to the edge of it on her back, before laying her down with her head over the side of the bed. Knowing what was coming, a wicked grin briefly spread over her lips before she opened wide and let me fuck her face.
She gagged a lot more than I had anticipated, spitting up a little on my dick. I grabbed her throat, and this time gently worked my cock into her mouth a few times, before gently pushing on her throat. Anticipating my cock, her throat slowly gave way, allowing my balls to start slapping her nose and eyes. Keeping my hand tightly on her throat, I felt my own hard cock pushing into it from outside as her face quickly became drenched with her own spit and my sweat.
Charlotte had fully recovered from her orgasm and had started flicking Lisa’s clit with her tongue. The moan Lisa emitted sent shockwaves up my cock, and I had to pull out to avoid coming right then. Lisa bit her lip, her face soaked with spit, sweat, and my precum, as I began to rub my cock all over her face.
I climbed back onto the bed, dragging her head with me. Sensing the shift in weight on the bed, Charlotte looked at me, then back at the exhausted Lisa. Grabbing Charlotte by the hips, I pulled her overtop of Lisa and forced her into a sixty-nine with her best friend. As Charlotte continued her task, Lisa’s legs temporarily shot together. Seconds later, they parted again as her pussy squirted her orgasm all over the bed.
“FUCK,” she wailed into Charlotte’s pussy.
I lifted Charlotte momentarily, to allow myself to plunge into her sweet velvet glove for a moment, dropping her back onto Lisa’s lapping tongue and lining my cock up with her asshole. Before she could protest, I shoved my cock halfway into her ass before being met with resistance.
Her cry muffled by Lisa’s knees, I slowly began to pump further and further into her asshole, until I was resting against her cheeks, all eight and a half inches deep inside the hottest hole I had ever felt. Charlotte began to meet my thrusts, pushing back slightly as I drove harder and harder into her ass. I could feel my balls start to boil again as Lisa exploded for a second time, flooding the bed once more. Feeling ready to burst, I quickly pulled out of Charlotte’s asshole before cumming all over her ass and Lisa’s face, adding to the mess. Charlotte quickly spun around, licking my cum off Lisa’s face, before sharing a passionate kiss with Lisa.
“Holy shit that was incredible,” I sighed, trying to catch my breath.
Pulling herself from Lisa, Charlotte uttered in agreement.
We were all strewn about the bed trying to regain our composure a little bit when all heard the distinct sound of a door being latched closed.

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Magical Hearts chapter 2

Magical Hearts
Meeting my father-in-law: chapter 2
Once we land in a clearing some distance up the road away from the East gate. Justin says, “We did make excellent time. That has to be the fastest carpet I have ever used. You two did excellent on its creation.”
I smile and say, “Thank you Master Justin.” I bend over just low enough to give Isabel a peck on the cheek. Before I move away I whisper, “Thank you Isabel that was the fourth time I tried that enchantment, and the only time it worked. I definitely cannot do that without you.”
Isabel shines at the compliment. She turns her head and catches my lips. I know this is not normal behavior for a betrothed couple. Usually any type of public display is highly frowned upon. However, I truly do not care. I love Isabel, and wish to marry her at the first possibility. If her father accepts the dowry I have gathered, it could be as early as tomorrow morning; because I am orphaned, Isabel need not produce a dowry.
Justin gets our attention. Apparently, our arrival noticed by many within the city. Several children have rushed through the gate to see the wizards and their magic carpet. The children are first, and to Isabel’s delight, one is her youngest sister. Younger girl runs to Isabel calling out to her, Isabel turns in time to catch her as the two hug. The younger looks much like Isabel did six years ago, the same black hair and blue eyes as her sister. Her younger sister says, “Isabel your back, Mommy has been so worried, me too.”
Isabel giggles at her sister’s excitement she says, “Rebecca how could I stay away from you.”
Several adults approach us at an unhurried pace. One of the first is obviously the captain of the guard; I met him once when he was a lieutenant long ago. He had been the one who arrested the Raiders. Some crimes still merit the death penalty in the city, murder is one of them. He oversaw their executions.
Justin greets him, shaking his hand and asks, “Michael, I hear my brother-in-law is in the city. I hope he is not causing any trouble.”
Michael is a good-natured man with a quick wit and goodhearted humor. Smiling he returns, “No more than usual for the old scoundrel, now what brings you here in such a rush.”
Justin tilts his head in our direction. We still stand side-by-side our hands interlaced. Michael recognizes me finally and asks, “What happened to Julius the little boy? Who is it that you have a hold of there, is that little Isabel?”
With a bright smile I say, “Michael it has been a long time, I grew up, apparently we both did.”
Isabel’s little sister is more than a little impatient interrupting she says, “Isabel you were glowing, how?”
Michael smiles and ask, “Yes, that is a very good question how you were doing that?”
Isabel blushes and ask, “When was I glowing?”
Justin answers, “They have not noticed yet, but it happens every time they kiss.”
Isabel and I look at each other. Every time we kiss, we have closed our eyes of course we would not notice. We begin to lean in for a kiss; this time with our eyes open, when we are inches from each other a harsh voice interrupts us. “Isabel Morgan, what is the meaning of this!”
Isabel backs away, her expression makes me spin around and step between her and whatever threat that needs faced. I am only mildly surprised to see the young girl slipper hand around the big man’s finger pulling on it she says, “I want to see Isabel glow Daddy.” I know now that I am looking at Jeremiah Morgan, leader to the house of Morgan, soon to be my father-in-law shortly.
I feel Isabel’s gentle hand on my shoulder and she steps around me to face her father. Justin steps between us and says, “Good to meet you brother-in-law. I do have a long story to tell you. Perhaps it is best in your tent.”
Jeremiah turns to Justin blinks in recognition then smiles, he asks, “You mean she made it to you and then here and only five days?” Justin smiles warmly at his brother-in-law.
Some of the kids have approached and nervously touched the carpet, when it does not do anything I pick up Isabel’s little sister Rebecca, and set her on the carpet much as I had Isabel. I pick up Isabel again and set her beside her sister. Jokingly I say, “Do not let your sister fly off with that thing.”
Rebecca giggles and says, “I will not let Isabel flyaway.”
Isabel’s eyes laugh but she holds her humor inside to spare her little sister’s feelings. One of the children tugs on my pants leg he asks, “Can I ride with Rebecca?”
Both Rebecca and Isabel give me a pout, but Isabel’s eyes still laugh. I turned to look at my father-in-law to be, whom laughs aloud, then says, “Welcome to my life young men.”
I take that as permission, and I begin setting children onto the carpet, I wave to clean their shoes of mud from the road as I place them aboard. Even Captain Michael has a gleam in his eye as I call him over I ask, “Could I trust the captain of the guard to watch over my carpet and its passengers as we come into the city?”
Michael chuckles and points out, “That would be hard to do from the ground.”
Smiling I agree, “Perhaps a better vantage point can be arranged.”
The dozen or so kids look wide-eyed as I gesture and the captain lifts off the ground, leaving the dirt and mud off his shoes. He flies to the center of the carpet where he lands with a chuckle. I step as if I am walking up stairs onto the carpet.
Justin chuckles and says, “Now you are just showing off.”
With everyone on the carpet that wished a ride, I begin moving us toward the East gate. As we get closer, it is easy to see that the carpet will not fit through with the normal traffic. I asked permission if I can cross the fifty-foot high wall of the captain, he merely shakes his head, he is enjoying the ride as much as the children are. I slowly rise the carpet up, and several of the children giggle as they wave and call down to their wide-eyed parents.
We cross the wall and set down near the Central fountain of the Plaza, just outside of the bazaar and only a short distance away from the gate. The bazaar has many colorful tents, all belonging to house Morgan. A wide grassy area backs up to the walls. A cobblestones street run from the gate, and creates a large central patio around the fountain. A large grassy area with other cobblestone streets is set up for a farmers market now used by house Morgan. Across a small park, is the main merchant’s quarter of Camarillo, many shops are on the street that faces the park and bizarre.
Camarillo exists because of the rich farmlands, a deep port, and its proximity to the capital of New Cowan. A River empties into the ocean here, and Camarillo city and the river share the same name. The river runs from deep in the mountains. Camarillo is the second-largest port city in northern Cowan.
If it were not for the constant danger from Raiders, the countryside would have a lot more farms in the population of the two cities could grow. Nevertheless, as it is no one wishes to live too far away from the protection of the walls. Three of the city’s towers guard the river from the Raiders. Before their construction, Raiders journeyed up river several miles and staged a siege on the city. The city built stronger walls inland, and the three towers along with a chain that crosses the river. They stop any Raider’s ship now, and the city has remained free of attack since that time.
Now look at the market that house Morgan has brought to the city, various activities have been set up. You can have an ax sharpen at the smithy, while your wife buys cloth in the next stall. Rich jewelry, to the basic kitchen utensils found among the tents and stalls, everything from armor to weapons. House Morgan not only brings a great deal of goods, they buy from the city as well, and carrying that onto the next stop along their route, they travel all over the kingdom. They purchase what one city produces and sell it in several others. As a result, anytime house Morgan merchants show up in the city they are welcome, and the market and city take on a festival attitude.
I get off walking down my invisible steps, I start reaching up and helping children more than a couple are slightly reluctant. However, I promise a second right if their parents do not object. The captain jumps down on his own power this time. Smiling broadly he says, “You got to let me take my wife and kids for a ride before you leave.”
Smiling I say, “Anywhere they want to go, we can even bring a picnic lunch if we find a day when the weather is agreeable.”
I set the carpet all the way down onto the cobblestones, which disappoints the few children still aboard, but they soon run off to tell of their adventure on a flying carpet. I lift the chest, and our three packs, the carpet I roll up and it floats along with the chest and packs. I followed behind Isabel as Rebecca rides on her shoulders.
Rebecca asks so many questions so quickly we barely managed answer before another question was out of her mouth. Her only pause was when she asked what happened to Remus. She was silent for a long time, and Isabel pulled her off her shoulders to cuddle with her. Rebecca cried for a little until Isabel told of how heroic he was. That is action surely won him an honored place with our ancestors.
I had a feeling that all her questions would be repeated several times before this day ended. We walk into the large tent; unlike the other tents, this one has no stall for selling items. It set up more like a court for a noble. A center chair set slightly higher than the others now holds Jeremiah. Justin and he talked quietly. Isabel sets down Rebecca, Isabel’s mother quickly comes from her seat near her husband. She wraps Isabel in a tight hug. She whispers into her ear, and Isabel blushes before she shakes her head yes.
I have heard that once a bond becomes more mature, the two can share each other’s thoughts. Speak to each other without words their two minds becoming so close that they truly become one. I wonder when, Isabel and I will have that power, that gift to share one’s thoughts with the one you love.
I can see where that could be handy, I remember when I was very young asking my mother for something, because my father had already said no. I doubt our kids will ever get away with that. By the time, we have them and they are old enough to ask our bond should be mature enough that we will share that gift.
Now I still have to ask Isabel, if there is something that I need to be aware. I would not want to be unaware of a situation that best handled with knowledge, and tempered with cooler emotions.
I walk to Isabel’s side, my hand slides naturally across her back and into the small of her waste, her hand is doing the same and we find that we are touching each other on our sides. We needed to be close again, I feel stronger now that we are.
Rebecca ask again, “Isabel can I see you glow?”
Isabel and I glance around quickly. The sight of her mother’s smile seems to reassure us. It has been nearly half an hour since we kissed anyway. Isabel and I lean in and our lips meet, although our eyes were open, they seem to close on their own the instant our lips touch. I am vaguely aware of the sharp gasps around the room, and Rebecca’s giggle. Even Justin remarking, I told you they were.
A disturbance in the tent causes us to break our kiss. It is a priestess of Aphrodite; she had heard the rumor and tracked us down. She had just entered the tent when we began to kiss, seeing the glow she proclaimed, “They are chosen for each other by Aphrodite. No other union can be possible.”
Isabel and I have no problems with that proclamation, although Jeremiah seems to be a little upset. The smile on Justin’s face sets my mind at ease, if nothing else he is always had my best interest at heart.
Jeremiah looks at the priestess and says, “Then you will get to inform the Duke that a union between his son and Isabel is not possible.” The priestess curtsies.
I hope that this situation will not prove disastrous. I look at Isabel and she takes a deep breath before she answers my unasked question, “I actually ran away, Remus had just found me, before the werewolf attacked us. I do not want to marry the Duke’s son, even if he will never be the Duke I wish nothing to do with royalty. Besides that he is four years younger than I am, he is closer to Rebecca’s age.”
I smile and say, “We were destined to meet, Justin and I had planned to come here leaving in a day from now. Even if you had not ran away, Remus still carried the herbs that would have brought him to his end at the hands of the werewolf. Most likely mind too, your presence there gave me the power to defeat the beast.”
Isabel says, “That was a pretty impressive lightning bolt you hit him with.” I smile feeling the confidence she fills me with, with her at my side I think nothing is truly impossible.
Realizing she witnessed my attack confuses me, I ask, “Why did you run from me then? Surely, you remember me from when we were younger.”
Isabel looking into my eyes says, “I did not believe it was you, and feared the Duke had sent a mage to force me to return. When you caught me I panicked, pulling my dagger as you turned me. I am so happy you are quick on your feet. When you cast the light spell and I could see it was you I nearly jumped into your arms.” I pull Isabel back into a kiss to more giggles from Rebecca.
After taking a deep breath or two Jeremiah rises from his chair coming over he stands in front of me and says, “Since I have no choice I should see your dowry.”
I gestured for the chest and it rises off the ground floating until it comes to rest in front of Isabel’s father. I caress the face on the chest and move the strand of hair back behind her ear once more. The lid opens revealing the ornately decorated golden box held within the outer chest. I make a gesture and the ornate gold chest rises from the wooden one, when I set it upon the ground there is many-stunned gasp around the tent. My hand runs across the lid of the gold, it again pops open, even though not in direct sunlight the gold reflects enough light to bring thousands of rainbows into being as the raw diamonds refract the light.
Jeremiah sinks to his knees, and I catch him from toppling over. He stammers, “How
 how much?”
I answered calmly, “More than Isabel’s weight in gold, and slightly more than a third in raw diamonds.”
Others come forward, including the priestess who has lingered, Isabel’s mother laughs at seeing her husband brought to his knees. When he finally regains his composure and stands he asks, “How did you come by such treasure?”
I chuckle as I take Isabel back into my arms and say, “That means nothing, it is mere dust compared to the treasure I hold.”
Justin chuckles, “Apparently, the gods like him.” The priestess smiles in agreement then turns to leave.
Jeremiah questions, “What treasure is so great that this is mere dust?”
His wife slaps him on the shoulder looking into his face now that she has is full attention she says, “Are you so blind? Jeremiah he holds your daughter. Can you not see how great his love is for her? Can you not see how great her love is for him?”
Jeremiah after a moment orders, “Prepare a feast for my daughter and her betrothed. They share a love so great that even the gods bless it.”
The feast will take quite a long time to prepare, and Isabel and I are hungry now. Isabel’s mother knows her daughter well. She comes forth with a small pouch handed it to Isabel. With a smile she says, “You and your betrothed take your uncle to the inn that you like, and buy lunch. Take Rebecca along, she is really too young to help although she really wants to. Therefore, she is going to be your chaperone, so do not try to run off and leave her.”
I shake my head no, before I say, “I am really looking forward to getting to know my new family. It is something that I always wanted. Justin is the closest thing I have had to a father in the last ten years, but he and I both know our place.”
Isabel’s mother raises Isabel’s hand and looks then ask, “No engagement ring?”
Before then I could took one of the diamonds, cutting it into the perfect shape to reflect light giving it a great fire, a little of the gold and created the perfect engagement ring. However, Jeremiah has accepted the dowry; therefore, I could never use any of the stones or gold. Custom dictates, even if Jeremiah would reject the dowry it goes to Isabel.
The look on my face has Justin laughing; Isabel’s mother joints her brother-in-law laughing at my expression. Isabel’s look of desperation has me worried. I have only a few hours to provide a ring, once the dowry was accepted, the bride must accept an engagement ring before the ceremony can take place.
Justin finally says, “Do not forget young Julius the gods like you. In less than an hour, you amassed a treasure greater than many do in a lifetime. It should not be so difficult to gather a little more.”
Rebecca giggles as she slips her hand into my hand. In a bright voice she says, “Do not forget Isabel’s sisters are supposed to get a piece of jewelry as well.”
Isabel’s mother laughs and says, “Rebecca you know that is not true. Poor Julius is going to have a hard enough time finding a ring that Isabel will like. Remember Isabel you will wear it for a very long time, it should be appropriate for a queen, judging from the dowry he provided.”
Isabel pulls me from the tent saying, “You can worry about that after we eat.” We have not gone a quarter of a block before Rebecca is riding on my shoulder. Justin is a few paces back, as he watches the eight-year-old girl on my shoulder as Isabel walks on my other site. Isabel is leading the way to her favorite inn. It is closer to the docks and has great seafood. Reaching the Inn named the Sea Lion and taking the table, Isabel and I order the sea bass, Rebecca orders jumbo shrimp, Justin orders a seafood platter large enough to feed four people.
When the food arrives, the server places each order in front of us, with a smile she asks, “Master wizard you are going to eat an entire treasure of the sea platter buy yourself?”
I had not noticed, but several of the children from earlier had been following us. Mostly street urchins, children for one reason or another did not have parents watching over them. Some were because their only or both parents were working at some occupation, others orphaned with no one to care for them. Our table is outside near the street when Justin waves over the children, server smiles and brings more plates.
Justin orders a second helping, which seems to be larger than the first in the children have plenty to eat for a change. The purse had more than enough to cover lunch and Justin’s generosity. It seems Isabel’s mother knows her brother-in-law well also.
Near the end of lunch, Justin asks the question of the children, “Where can you go to find treasure? Have you ever heard of a pirate ship sinking nearby?”
The kids seemed all want to talk at once. Justin calms them down and asks for the youngest to tell the story first. We gone through about five stories all different, when Justin hears the sixth he smiles then hands each a silver piece telling them time to go play.
Isabel is confused, but it is a trick Justin has taught me. Rumors usually start from a single source and added to along the way. If you hear the rumor told enough, you can find common elements that probably are true. There is an island off the coast just over the horizon, each of the stories talk about smoke seen rising from there. Fishermen avoid the island because of the monster that resides there.
If you are not going to stay around to guard a treasure, it is good to have a monster guarding it, if not a real one a rumor of a monster to guard it. Burn a little drift wood, throw green leaves once it begins to burn and it makes a lot of smoke, throw in the rumor, instant proof a monster.
On the carpet, that island should only be a few minutes away and if nothing else, it would make a pleasant afternoon to have a picnic on the coast one day. Although today I am searching for something in particular, with a map of the coast in a scribing crystal, it seems it drops on the map just off the island. I was looking for the remains of the shipwreck that still contains gold.
Justin chuckles and says, “So you found one. Should we go check it out?”
Chuckling I say, “I do not think I have enough time to do anything else, I doubt the gods will put a streambed full of gold into my life a second time. Although the volcano still contains many jewels, it is out of reach for the time we have.”
Justin remarks, “You found the gold upstream from my home?”
I shake my head yes and say, “Thank you if that was your intent that I find it.”
Justin shakes his head and says, “I did not even know, that gold rested in that stream. Apparently, the gods like you more than I thought.”
I shrug my shoulders as the carpet lands on the street in front of us. The four of us step aboard, Rebecca says, “Goodie, I get another carpet ride.”
Before I can say yes, the carpet lifts off the ground and we head out to sea, as we raise higher, we can see the island. We take the wide circle around the island looking down into the clear water, as we move over the area indicated by the scribing we can see no indications of any ship. If one did go down there, it was not anytime in the recent past. Wide beaches with plenty of driftwood surround the island. We see the remains of fire pits obviously people use this island, to what purpose we do not know.
We set down on the beach near where the shipwreck should be. I concentrate as I cast my gathering spell; only moments later gold coins begin floating to the shore. Instead of them forming into a block like the one I did with the gold from the stream, I let them stack up on the shore. Not only gold coins, but also treasure of all types rise from the depths. The star silver sword and dagger catches Justin’s eye, jewels in necklaces, earrings, and rings glisten in the light for the first time and possibly two hundred years.
I sink to the sand as a last gold coin floats onto the stack; the piles of treasure are quite large, nearly equal to my weight. Justin examines the star silver weapons carefully; a curse or poison occasionally placed on items like that. Sometimes the curses can be very difficult to remove.
He smiles, before handing the weapons to me. “They are quite good and in excellent condition but need their handles repaired. The blades still show signs of the magic woven into them. It is quite strong and very beneficial to the holder of the blades. They were made for a mage.”
I have trained to use sword and dagger in the past, a wizard sometimes must resort to weapons, one’s magic has limitations, and you may tire in battle if you rely on your magic to greatly. It is very difficult to cast a spell in hand-to-hand combat also. Swordplay is very necessary skill of a combat wizard; offensive spells alone will not see a wizard through a long battle.
Justin begins gathering the driftwood, forming it into a square; he forms into a crate large enough to hold all the treasure. Then he shrinks the outside while the inside remains the same size. It creates an enchanted box. He does a simple lock enchantment on the lid; only three people, Justin, Isabel and I can open the box. I take several gold coins out, and a few pieces of jewelry.
A necklace with an oversized blue diamond probably five or slightly more carrots poorly cut. I turn the stone looking at it carefully. As an enchanter, one must know quite a lot about gems. I can see several flaws in the stone, with proper cut those removed easily enough. I begin removing those transforming the large stone into a more manageable size for a ring, before long a perfect diamond of about three fourths of the carrot. With what is left of the gem, I create the stones for a pendant necklace and earrings that match the blue solitaire.
I take one of the gold coins concentrating on what Isabel likes. I know she loves roses, so I create a band made completely of roses wrapping the stems around each other as they thicken to make the inside of a very smooth ring that will always fit perfectly on Isabel’s finger. I take a clear diamond shattering it into small slivers they make dewdrops that clean to the roses. Now the perfectly cut blue diamond matching Isabel’s eyes mounts to the ring held in place by rosebuds. The last bit of enchanting I place on the ring gives it the soft smell of roses in the morning. I will save the other diamonds for a later date.
Now that the ring is complete, I stand in front of Isabel and go down to one knee. I offer the ring to her, her eyes light up as she says, “It has to be the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. I love it.”
I slipped the ring onto her finger, and it adjusts fitting perfectly to her hand. I give her hand a kiss that activates the enchantments.
Rebecca grins as she looks at her sister’s ring closely she sniffs and says, “I smell roses.”
Isabel lifts her ring to her nose, and says, “You are right, I smell roses too.”
Isabel slides into my arms and we kiss, the ring sparkles as we began to glow. The longer we kiss the stronger the smell of roses becomes. After all roses are the flower of love.
We load the box onto the carpet, and fly directly back to the plaza area, once there we unload the box, roll the carpet and entered the tent of house Morgan. We are back just in time for the feast. Isabel is showing off her ring to her mother, as Rebecca tells of her day, and the treasure hunt.
People laugh and say that it cannot be true, until I spill out the contents of the chest for all to see. I would not want anyone to believe my sister-in-law makes up stories. I do allow her to gather a few pieces of jewelry, one for her mother, older sister and herself. After refilling the chest, no one who witnessed it would ever say she had lied.
Jeremiah simply shakes his head, and his wife giggles as Rebecca offers her present to her mother. During that moment house Morgan, Isabel and I know true happiness. I only pray such happiness can continue for the rest of our lives.

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Heather is hot for Buck also and the two hot youngsters just can’t get enough of what Buck is so willing to provide. It brings new meaning to home work.

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Diary of a Slave Merchant – 2008 (part 3)

January 10th, 2008
11:18pm
Baby went to the womens shelter tonight. She has an Hispanic girl that wanted to come home with her tonight. Baby has been talking to her for a week or so now. Baby told her she’d have to check with me first.
Most of the girls immediate family was deported about two weeks ago. She escaped deportation because she wasn’t home at the time. She has no other family here besides a few cousins, none of which she can stay with, and an older brother that lives in his car. This would be an easy and safe acquisition, but Baby said she is just “OK” looking, 22 years old and “slightly overweight” so she wanted to make sure we even wanted her first.
I figured she might not sell for much, but anything we could get for her would be better than nothing, and she is extremely low-risk. I told her to bring the girl home tomorrow night.
Flower is coming along fine, or so Baby tells me. I’ve been too busy to properly test her talents. And as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve not been very motivated to work with her now that she is broken and so compliant. The thrill is gone and she feels like just a piece of property to me. I also desperately need to sell her and don’t want to get attached to her like I did Star. It was very difficult to sell her.
January 11th, 2008
2:33pm
Baby is bugging me about working with Flower. ” She needs a real cock to practice with.” she says. I agreed, but told her it would have to wait a day or two if the new girl is coming home with her tonight. She agreed and said she would remind me in a couple of days.
January 12th, 2008
3:15am
Baby brought the Hispanic girl home, telling her she could stay here as a live-in house keeper. She is fairly short, maybe 5′ 3” her skin is medium tone, and she definitely could lose 15-20 pounds, but is nicely curved. Her tits are nice, but a bit smaller than what I would call proportional. Overall, she is “cute”, but nowhere near as pretty as Baby, Star or even Flower.
The girl speaks little English, but some. Baby has a high school level knowledge of Spanish. I only know about four words of Spanish, but between the two of them we are able to communicate somewhat efficiently.
We talked to her for a several minutes. She asked what her duties would be and how much we would pay her. I played along, listing her duties and promising her $10 an hour. She seemed thrilled to be getting paid so much. When she asked where her room would be, it was time to drop the charade, since I don’t actually have an empty spare room for her.
I decided I was bored with the tie-them-up-and-beat-them routine and wanted to try something different: pure intimidation.
I told her to wait there for a moment and went in to the kitchen. Hiding a long knife down the back of my pants, I walked back to the couch where she was sitting, stood closer to her than she was comfortable with and looked down at her.
“Mister Edward…” she said.
“Take your clothes off!” I demanded.
She looked at me, confused, then looked at Baby waiting for a translation. I think she understood what I said, but couldn’t believe it and was hoping she was wrong, or that I was joking.
Baby translated the best she could, acting out removing her clothes with her hands.
“No, Mister Edward… I clean house.” she replied.
“No clean house.” I said calmly, shaking my head. “Take your clothes off.”
“NO! I clean house only!” she insisted.
I slowly pulled the knife out with my right hand, running my left index finger down the blade for dramatic effect.
“Take your clothes off… NOW!” I ordered. Her eyes lighting up with fear and her body jumping slightly in her seat when I emphasized the word “NOW”.
“Mister Edward!” she cried, tears welling in her eyes.
“NOW!” I yelled.
Terrified at my yell, her head slammed against the back of the couch and her feet jumped off the floor. She pulled her knees up towards her chest, but she did not try to fight or run.
She stared at me in horror for a few, long seconds, then made a cross on her chest with her hand and cried, repeating something several times in Spanish.
I raised the knife to my shoulder and pointed the blade towards her.
“Do it!” I barked.
She slowly started unbuttoning her blouse.
“Stand up!” I demanded, positioning myself between her and the front door. She did as she was told.
“Clothes off!” I snapped.
She continued to unbutton her blouse and cry. Saying things in Spanish with a few English words here and there.
“Shut up!” I demanded. She looked at Baby who said something to her in Spanish. She looked back at me and fell silent, slipping her blouse off and dropping it on the floor.
She just stood there, looking at me as if she were done.
“All of it!” I ordered, pointing to her chest.
She let out a quiet sob, reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the ground, and covering her chest with her arms.
I was getting tired of trying to make her understand English. I told Baby to help her carry out my orders.
“Arms at you side!” I demanded. Baby said something to her and then grabbed her arms, positioning them at her side.
I roughly grabbed her right tit and squeezed it. She winced in pain a bit and shrunk back away from my touch.
“Stand up straight!” I yelled. Baby guided her back in position. Baby seemed to be reassuring her in Spanish that she would not be hurt.
I put the knife back down the back of my pants and grabbed both of her tits, kneading and massaging them. They were not the best tits I had ever seen but there were nice and firm. Her dark nipples became involuntarily erect as I rubbed them between my fingers and thumbs. She started sobbing and saying something to Baby with urgency in her voice.
“She says this is a sin.” Baby said, trying to suppress a smile.
I stepped back and pulled the knife back out.
“Pants off!” I commanded.
She started crying again and repeated the part about this being a sin. Baby knew my patience was running out so she took the girls hands and moved them to the button on her pants, prompting her in Spanish.
The girl continued to cry as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, pushing them down to her feet, sliding her flip-flops off and stepping out of the pants. She put her hands in front of her crotch, which Baby promptly moved back to her sides.
“Mister Edward… I clean house only!” she repeated, sobbing.
I ignored her and moved the knife towards her, slowly so she wouldn’t be startled. I slid it under the right strap of her white and blue striped panties, cutting it with a quick snap of the blade. She let out a quick, high-pitched screech as she pulled back from the knife, grabbing the strap of her panties, trying to hold them up.
“Off!” I demanded. Baby motioned to her and said a Spanish word.
“Please, Mister Edward!” she begged.
Baby took her hand and helped the girl start to drop her panties, letting go and allowing the girl to finish removing them once she realized she had no choice.
She was now standing in just her white socks, her dark black cunt hair a tangled mess. She has a small belly pooch and her hips are a little flabby, but overall she’s definitely fucakble.
“On your knees!” I ordered, pointing toward the ground.
She complied without complaint. I’m not sure she understood where this was going.
“Suck my cock!” I commanded, taking a step closer to her. She looked very confused and turned to Baby for a translation.
Baby tried to translate, but was having trouble finding the right words. She motioned toward my crotch and made a bobbing head motion with her fist up to her mouth.
The girl looked back at me in horror and started crying again.
“Mister Edward! No!” she pleaded. I nodded my head and pointed the knife at my crotch.
She looked back at Baby, frantically sobbing and talking very fast. Baby couldn’t follow everything she said, but caught the gist of it and said something in a reassuring tone.
“She thinks this is a sin and is afraid.” Baby said. “I told her it wasn’t a sin if she was forced to do it. I think she believes me and said she would try if we promise not to ‘murder’ her.”
The girl unbuttoned my pants and slid the zipper down slowly. Pulling my pants down to my knees, she reached in to my boxers and tentatively grabbed my semi-erect cock. She pulled my dick out the front of my boxers and put her nose up to it. I think she was smelling it. She then licked it once as if to taste it.
“Put it in your mouth!” I ordered, thrusting my hips toward her, my cock throbbing as it became fully erect with anticipation.
She looked at Baby, who stuck her thumb in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down on it.
She sobbed a Spanish phrase a few times while making a cross on her chest again with her hand, and then put her mouth on my cock.
She didn’t even take the whole head of my cock in her mouth and started to bob her head up and down about an inch. Baby quickly put her hand on the back of the girls head and guided her farther down on my cock. The girl braced herself against my thighs with her hands, trying to push away from taking too much.
“More, Baby.” I said. Baby pushed the girls head down another inch or so, causing her to gag.
“No Mas!” the girl cried, pulling her mouth off. That was one of the few Spanish words I knew.
“Fucking MAS!” I yelled, grabbing her head and jamming it back on my cock, until the head hit resistance in her throat. I held her head in place for several seconds as she struggled and pushed against my thighs.
I pulled my cock back a bit, allowing her to breathe and then motioned to Baby to take over guiding her. Baby grabbed the sides of the girls head and with slow, steady motions, repeatedly slid the girls mouth over my stiff, saliva-covered cock.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as the young girls soft mouth worked its unwilling magic. I put my right hand on the top of the girls head, grabbing a handful of hair as I felt my balls tighten.
After several more strokes, I held the girls head in place with my right hand and shot my first load of come in to the back of her throat. She immediately twisted her head to the side, my cock falling out of her mouth.
She dropped to her hands and knees, gagging and choking, spitting come out of her mouth. Baby, always on the ball, grabbed my dick with her hand and jerked me off until I had finished coming.
I looked down, and the girl sat there on her knees, head on the floor and crying. On her back were several splashes of come, slowly sliding down her ribs.
I started to pull my pants back up when suddenly, there was a knock on the door! We live in the middle of nowhere. A knock on the door cannot possibly be good news.
I quickly pulled my pants up, grabbed my revolver from the cabinet and went to the door. I cocked the revolver and held it in my right hand, keeping it behind the door as I opened it with my left.
There stood a young Hispanic male, about 25 years old. He was roughly 5′ 8″, and slim, but not particularly muscular. I quickly decided I could take him if I had to, but kept the revolver ready.
“Can I help you?” I inquired.
“Sir,” he began, with a thick Spanish accent, “What are you doing to my sister?”
January 12th, 2008
11:10am
I was speechless, my mind working over-time trying to figure out what to do.
“Um… I… she came home with… uhh” I stammered.
“I followed her.” he said, “I got worried after so long and looked in the window. I saw you mistreating Rosalyn.” (Rosalyn is not her real name).
“Get the fuck in here!” I said, whipping the gun out from behind the door and pointing it straight in his face.
“Whoa!” he shouted, putting his hands up as if to show he was not armed, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What?” I asked, “You see me ‘mistreating’ her then you knock on my door. I’m supposed to think you stopped by for a beer? Why are you here?”
“My name is Tomas.” He said. “Rosalyn is my sister. We have no home since our family was deported. She was staying in the shelter and I sleep in the car. When she could get a house to clean, I would take her and wait. She would hide me some food out the back door.”
“*Sneak* you some food out the back door.” I said.
“Pardon?” he asked, confused.
“Never mind.” I said, annoyed. “So, what do you want?”
“We wanted nothing but to clean house and get some food and little money.” he replied. “But now you mistreat her. We would want some more money.”
“Oh? And how much would you like?” I asked sarcastically.
“Maybe… $100?” he suggested, with a tone as if he were asking for some huge, insulting amount of money he knew he wouldn’t get.
“And $30 to clean house, if you want.” he added.
I just sexually molested his sister, and he wants $100, and still wants to clean the house. At this point I was relieved. He probably has prostituted her out before. I can just give him a couple hundred dollars and they’ll both go away. I’d like to keep her, but I’m not going to murder this guy, and I don’t see another option. The last thing I want or need is a male slave and it’s too risky. He’s much more likely to be able to overpower me than the girls.
“OK,” I agreed, “I’ll give you the money. Follow me and get your sister.”
We walked in to the living room. Baby was sitting on the floor, trying to console Rosalyn, who was still naked and lying on the floor.
Rosalyn looked up, saw Tomas, jumped to her feet and ran to him. She started crying hysterically, hugging him and talking very fast in Spanish.
She was frantically pointing at me and waving her arms around as Tomas tried to calm her down. I’m certain I heard the word “Policia” more than once. I asked Baby and she confirmed it. She is ranting that I raped her and they need to call the police.
FUCK! I guess this isn’t a scam, and she’s not a prostitute. I can’t let them leave now.
“Over to the couch!” I ordered, pointing the gun at them again. “Both of you!”
“Roslyn, sit down.” I said, handing Baby the knife I still had tucked in the back of my pants.
“Watch her, Baby.” I ordered. “Tomas, come in the kitchen with me.”
I followed Tomas in to the kitchen, gun held high. I did not want to kill Tomas, but I will if that is my only choice. I had one last desperate plan to try. If this didn’t work I’d have to kill him, so I saw no reason to hide anything.
“Tomas,” I began, “We deal in slaves here. We kidnap, train and sell slaves to rich people.”
“What do these people do with the slaves?” Tomas asked.
“They are sex slaves, Tomas” I answered.
“And you want to make Rosalyn a sex slave?” he asked.
“That was the plan until you showed up, yes.” I replied.
“And what do you do now?” he countered.
“Well, that’s up to you.” I said, “The way I see it, you have three choices. I heard Roslyn talking about calling the police. I cannot allow that.”
“You pay us, we won’t call police.” he assured.
“I cannot take that chance. She is very upset.” I reminded him.
“Yes, she is.” he agreed, “But she will do as I say.”
“I still can’t take the chance.” I repeated. “So, your first option is… I kill you, and keep her as a slave.”
“I do not like that option.” Tomas said, with no hint of trying to be humorous.
“Your second option is, I take you both as slaves and you would probably be sold to a gay man.”
“I do like that option either.” he said, equally seriously, “What is third option?”
“The third option” I began, ” is I keep Rosalyn, you live here and work for me. When she is fully trained, she will be sold to a rich person and be taken care of very well for the rest of her life. And you can continue to work for me for as long as you like.”
“I… might like this option.” he said thoughtfully.
“I’m not going to deceive you, Tomas” I said, “the training is hard. She will be chained up and ‘mistreated’ until she learns to please a man… and a woman, in every way possible. She will be harshly punished if needed, but when it’s all over, she will have a good life and never want for anything again.”
“And as for you,” I continued, “You help me with anything I need around here, yard work, fixing the house or anything else I need. I will pay you $200 a week in cash and get you a small trailer to live in behind the house.”
“I am liking this option.” he interjects.
“And, once you have a clean bill of health from the doctor, I can occasionally use you to help train slaves.” I said, with a sly grin.
“What does that mean?” he inquired.
“It means sex.” I answered. “I can use another cock around here for the girls to train with.”
“You mean, I have free sex with slave girls?” he asked, incredulously.
I didn’t like the way he looked over at Baby when he asked that. I took the gun, jammed it under his chin, pushing his head up a few inches.
“Rule #1: You never, EVER, touch Baby.” I growled. “She is mine. If you touch her, I will feed you your own balls, shoot you through the head and bury you in the back yard. Are we clear?”
“Yes…” he squeaked, looking down at the gun.
I pulled the gun away, but left it pointed at him.
“Rule #2:” I continued, “You never touch any of my girls without permission from me or Baby, for any reason. And Rule #3: You do not leave this property without permission.”
“Also, if you help me find and secure a new girl, you will get $1,000 when they are sold, starting with Rosalyn.” I added.
“Yes!” he said, “I like this option!”
“But,” he said, suddenly sounding sad, “poor Rosalyn. She will not understand why I let you mistreat her and still work for you. She will hate me, but she will have good life. She will forgive me some day.”
“Tomas…” I trailed off, pausing for several seconds, trying to decide if I was truly this evil.
“Tomas…first you must prove to me that you can be trusted and if you really have what it takes to help train slaves.”
“What? How do I do that?” he asked.
“You must let me video tape you doing something very illegal.” I replied, “So I know if you run off or try to go to the police, I can show them the video and you would go to prison also.”
“What would you want me to do?” he said “Rob somebody, maybe?”
“No, Tomas. Something worse than that…” I answered, “You also need to show that you have the balls to mistreat a girl as she screams and cries.”
“You want me to rape someone?” he asked in disbelief.
“Yes, Tomas.” I replied.
“Who? Who do I rape?” he said, looking around for emphasis.
“One of my slave girls.” I responded. “She is just one of my slave girls, and you have to be able to think of all my girls as just slaves, no matter who they are. You can not play favorites with any of them.”
“What…? I don’t under…” he said, trailing off and deeply confused.
Suddenly, he jerked up straight in his chair, his face contorted with horror and shame.
“Not Rosalyn!” he shouted.
Rosalyn called to Tomas from the living room. He said a few words in Spanish, with a tone of “Never mind, I wasn’t talking to you.”
“You cannot ask me…” he started to say.
“She is just one of my slave girls.” I repeated. “I need you to help me train her. If you are not willing, there are still the other two options. Either way, she will be trained, starting tonight, and sold. And I could sell her in to prostitution…”
“She would never forgive me…” he said, starting to tear up. “But, I can’t have her go back to the shelter or be deported, she deserves a better life than that.”
“She will have a good life, Tomas” I assured.
“Yes… yes, I will do it.” he said “God forgive me!”
“OK, put this on.” I said, handing him a condom from the drawer. “We will get you tested this week, but for now, we don’t need you getting her pregnant or giving her a disease.”
He just sat there, looking down at the condom, a few tears dripping on to the table. I handed him a towel to wipe his face.
“You need to be strong.” I encouraged. “You have to quit thinking of her as your sister and see her as just another slave.”
I grabbed the video camera as he put the condom on and zipped his pants back up. He has a fairly average penis, maybe 6 inches or so. He wasn’t hard so I couldn’t tell for sure.
“Tomas,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder, “You are going to have to be harsh. She will fight you because she doesn’t understand that it’s best for her.”
“Yes, Sir.” He replied, straightening his clothes, his face becoming visibly more cold and determined.
“And Tomas…” I continued, “Don’t stop until you come.”
“I won’t, Sir.” he assured me.
We walked back in to the living room and I motioned Baby over to me. “We will deal later with your inexcusable lack of caution.” I quietly hissed through clenched teeth, “This was totally unacceptable!”
“I know, Master.” she said, her voice quivering.
“For now, just tell me what they are saying.” I ordered, turning the video camera on.
Tomas walked over to Rosalyn and knelt down in front of her.
“This man… something… something… help us… something… rich people… something… he’s talking too fast!” Baby said, attempting to translate.
“obey…” Baby continued, “good life… something… forgive… something… Not your brother… what’s he talking about?
Tomas took the clothes from Rosalyn’s hands and threw them on the floor. Rosalyn covered her chest with her arms and yelled at Tomas.
“…something…” Baby said, unable to translate most of what Rosalyn was yelling. “my brother…something…insane? I’m not sure…”
Tomas unzipped his pants and pulled out his condom-covered cock. He started stroking it, trying to get it hard. Rosalyn screamed at him, put her hands up and edged back farther in the couch.
Tomas jerked his dick for a few more seconds until it was mostly erect, then grabbed Rosalyn’s hands with his hands, pulling them away from her face.
“Oh my God, Master!” Baby exclaimed, “What is going on?”
“Tomas works for me now.” I replied. Baby just looked at me, mouth wide open.
Tomas starting talking again, this time in a more harsh tone.
“Something… love you… something… forgive me sometime? someday? … ” Baby’s translation was interrupted by Tomas rearing back and smacking Rosalyn quite hard across the face.
Rosalyn screamed and clawed at Tomas. He responded by smacking her several more times, alternating between smacking and back-handing her.
After a dozen or so slaps, Rosalyn went limp, crying and sobbing. Tomas twisted and pushed her body, positioning her to lie on her back on the couch. He climbed on to the couch, at her feet.
“Open your… legs?” Baby translated. “He’s going to rape his own sister!?!”
“I’ll explain it later, Baby.” I replied.
Rosalyn was not complying so Tomas reached down and spread her legs apart. Jerking himself off again, he crawled on his knees towards her, getting between her legs.
Rosalyn stared off in to space, tears streaming sideways down her face.
Tomas spit in his hand several times and rubbed it on the head of his cock, then mounted his sister. After a few probing jabs, he reached down and grabbed his cock with his right hand, stiffened his left arm to put all his weight on it, and jammed his cock in to his crying sister’s pussy.
“AAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!” Rosalyn screamed in pain and horror. It should not have hurt that much.
Tomas started pumping his hips, plowing his cock in to her over and over as she screamed with each thrust.
After a few seconds, I noticed blood trailing down Rosalyn’s ass, soaking in to the couch cushion.
GOD DAMMIT! She was a fucking virgin! FUCK! She would have been worth twice as much if she were intact. Who the fuck is still a virgin at 22 years old? Fuck.
Tomas settled in to a smooth rhythm, closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Rosalyn started repeating something over and over in Spanish.
“What is she saying, Baby?” I asked.
“Something about… about… She is saying they are both going to hell.” Baby answered.
“Uh… uh… uh… uhhhnnnn” Tomas grunted, as he filled the condom with come. He rammed his cock in to her several more times, pausing between each thrust for a second. Then rolled off of her and on to the floor. He was sweating profusely. Rosalyn just lie there crying.
Tomas stood up, carefully pulled the condom off to avoid spillage, and walked over and put it in the trash.
“I’m done, Sir.” he said coldly. “Your slave is ready for you.”

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iCarly: iHave Sex – Part 2

iCarly: iHave Sex – Part 2
Author’s note: Due to the popularity and positive reception for “iCarly: iHave Sex”, I have written a sequel. I apologize for the delay. Enjoy!
Freddie Benson awoke with a start. He kept his eyes closed, still trying to hold on to the final seconds of sleep and his amazing dreams. The previous night, Freddie lost his virginity at age 15 and fucked his best friend, Carly Shay, and he was still having flashbacks of his unforgettable experience. Freddie was picturing Carly sucking on his erect cock, and he could even feel Carly’s warm lips bobbing up and down his hard shaft. In fact, Freddie felt like somebody actually was giving him a blowjob. Freddie opened up his eyes and saw Carly with her knees on the foot of Freddie’s bed, and her hands and mouth all over Freddie’s cock.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” said Carly, when she noticed that Freddie had woken up.
Carly Shay was also 15, and she was Freddie’s neighbor, best friend, and now girlfriend. Carly was a beautiful teenage girl, with long, shiny black hair and a pair of perfect, round, and still-growing breasts. She was about the same size as Freddie and was very slim. Carly had already qualified herself as a good fucker, after she gave Freddie immense pleasure the night before.
“Oh, shit, Carly that feels so good,” uttered Freddie. “What are you doing here?”
“I thought this would be a good way to wake you up,” replied Carly.
“Well, you thought right,” replied Freddie, trying to contain his joy.
Carly resumed her blowjob, with similar enthusiasm to the previous night. Carly started by sticking the head in her mouth and she licked the tip multiple times, slurping up Freddie’s precum. Carly started stroking Freddie’s dick with her right hand, while slowly bobbing up and down with her mouth, getting every part of the hard cock wet. Then, with a promiscuous look on her face, Carly spit a shot of saliva onto Freddie’s cock, and rubbed it all over the cock, making Freddie groan with pleasure. Carly returned her mouth to Freddie’s cock, giving a nice, slow blowjob, which she gradually sped up. Freddie groaned as he felt Carly’s warm mouth surrounding his erect cock, pumping it up and down, and giving him unbelievable pleasure. Carly continued this cycle for a few minutes, before coming up for air to tease Freddie.
“Mmm, I missed this cock so much,” crooned Carly. “Last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I got so horny. I just couldn’t stop rubbing my pussy”
“That’s so hot!” breathed Freddie. “Let me lick your pussy, Carly baby.”
Carly swung her feet around so that her pussy was in Freddie’s face, and she was still in position to give Freddie a blowjob. Freddie pulled Carly’s tight blue jeans down to her knees, and pulled the thin fabric of Carly’s light green panties to the side, to expose her wet, pink pussy. Freddie dug into Carly’s familiar vagina, licking and slurping every part he could get to.
Meanwhile, Carly pulled her yellow t-shirt just above her tits, and played with Freddie’s cock. Carly took Freddie’s cock and rubbed it against her bare breasts, while moaning from the pleasure Freddie was giving her. Carly swooped in on Freddie’s cock, giving a faster blowjob than she was giving before, with her hands and tongue all over the hard dick. At the same time, Freddie was licking Carly’s clit, and also exploring new areas in Carly’s pussy, which made her elicit a pleasurable moan.
The two teens continued in their 69 position for a few minutes, pleasuring each other until they could each feel that they were about to cum.
“Oh, shit, Carly,” breathed Freddie. “I’m really close.”
“I am too, baby,” replied Carly. “Cum all over my face, and I’ll do the same to you.”
Freddie was the first, and his cum shot out of his erect cock, hitting Carly’s face a few times and the remainder dripped down the sides of his cock. Carly cleaned up her face and Freddie’s cock and sucked off all of the sperm, while she started cumming herself. Carly’s warm pussy juices emptied themselves onto Freddie’s waiting face, which he then licked and slurped up. Carly then got off from on top of Freddie, slid her jeans off of her legs, and laid facedown on him, as they started making out, sharing each other’s cum and saliva. Carly and Freddie kissed and made out passionately, until Carly showed Freddie a familiar object in a small plastic bag: a condom.
“Oh, yes!” exclaimed Freddie. “Those things are like magic.”
“Yeah, I grabbed another one from Spencer’s room,” replied Carly. “Now finish me off, quick!”
Carly opened up the plastic bag and slipped the condom onto Freddie’s erect cock. Carly then slowly lowered her pink pussy onto Freddie’s waiting cock, and shuddered with pleasure as she did it. Carly arched her back and leaned her hands onto Freddie’s chest while pushing her vagina up and down onto Freddie’s dick. Carly started off slowly and closed her eyes, taking in the pleasurable experience. She slowly lowered her pussy onto Freddie’s cock, and then pushed herself off, allowing for a slow, but passionate sex. Carly repeated these actions, gradually speeding up the fucking in the process. Carly fucked Freddie’s cock a little bit faster and harder, and Freddie joined in too, using force to fuck Carly, rather than allowing her to fuck him. Carly leaned down and planted a soft kiss onto Freddie’s lips, while they were still fucking passionately. Freddie and Carly unlocked their lips, and Carly looked at Freddie’s face, with a look that was begging to be fucked harder.
Freddie realized what to do, and picked Carly up from off his cock, kissed her a bit, and then he ordered her to bend over on all fours, and got behind her and started fucking her doggy style. Carly’s moans turned into shrieks as Freddie slammed his dick harder and harder getting it deeper and deeper into the depths of Carly’s pussy. Freddie slapped Carly’s ass a few times, pulled her hair, and called her a dirty bitch, all immensely boosting his ego. Carly loved being called a dirty bitch, and it just made her pussy even hotter than Freddie’s cock was making it. The ass slapping and hair pulling also made Carly feel dirtier and stimulated the experience for her.
Pretty soon, as all good things must do, the experience came to an end. Freddie ordered Carly to get down on her knees on the floor, and Freddie got off of the bed and stood up in front of her. Freddie took off the condom and pumped his cock back and forth until his hot sperm showered over Carly’s waiting face. Freddie shot a couple of shots, which landed all over Carly’s face and tits, and even into her mouth. Carly wiped up all of the remaining cum with her hand, and then licked her hand, getting all of the cum into her mouth. Carly then swallowed the whole thing and opened her mouth wide to prove to Freddie that it was all gone. Carly grabbed Freddie’s cock and squeezed very hard, trying to get every last drop out of it, as if it was a nearly empty tube of toothpaste. Carly’s hard work was rewarded with a few more weak spurts of cum which she gladly licked up.
Freddie and Carly were still breathing heavily and sweating, and they just sat there, staring at the beauty of their partner. In less than 24 hours, they had transformed from friends to lovers, from neighbors to objects of affection, from common teenagers to experienced sex partners. They had gone on a passionate journey, and after this encounter, they both knew that there was no turning back.
Freddie was the first to break the silence, aside from their heavy breathing.
“Wow! Great surprise!” exclaimed Freddie, referring to the mysterious hint Carly had given the previous night.
“Oh, that wasn’t the surprise,” replied Carly, much to Freddie’s surprise. “That was just your alarm clock. The surprise is still yet to come. Be at my apartment at 2:00, and then you’ll get the real thing.”
“You’re amazing,” said Freddie.
“I know,” replied Carly.
They locked lips for a few more minutes until Carly broke away, put on her pants and panties, pulled her down her shirt, and headed for the door. She turned around and quickly pulled up her shirt, but almost immediately pulled it back down, giving Freddie a brief view of her amazing titties. She then blew Freddie a kiss and then she was gone.
Freddie heard the apartment door close and looked at his watch. It was almost 10:15. Damn, thought Freddie, What the hell am I gonna do for another 4 hours? Freddie wearily got up to his feet, stripped off the rest of his clothes and jumped into the shower. Freddie felt the hot water wash away any troubles he had. Freddie’s mind started to wonder and as he thought about Carly and her beautiful tits, he started smiling and found his dick become rock hard again. Freddie considered masturbating right then and there, but he remembered the surprise later that day, and he decided to save his energy. Freddie decided that when he was finished with his shower, he would get dressed, eat breakfast, and watch some TV until 2:00 came.
Meanwhile, Carly returned to her apartment. Spencer was still away on his art convention, so Carly had the whole apartment to herself until Sunday afternoon, and it was only Saturday morning. Carly walked up to her bathroom, stripped off her clothing and admired herself in the mirror. She really appreciated how her breasts had really grown in the past few years and how she had matured well. She didn’t blame Freddie for practically drooling all over her in the past two or so years. Carly jumped into the shower and felt the hot water rush over her slender figure. She thought about Freddie and how much she loved him, and she asked herself why she waited so long to reveal her true feelings. Of course, she had the reason that Sam hated Freddie, but that was only part of the reason. She also liked the whole idea of playing hard-to-get, and knowing that Freddie wanted her, but wasn’t able to have her. She also didn’t think she was ready to be in a relationship just yet, but now she was 15, and plenty of kids her age were going out. But none were having sex, she realized, except for us. Carly decided that when she finished her shower, she would get herself ready for the surprise and make a phone call to make sure that everything was prepared. Then she would probably eat something and wait for Freddie. To tell the truth, she could’ve had the surprise earlier, but she wanted them both to cool down a bit, and she also wanted Freddie’s appetite for her to be worked up even more.
Finally, 2:00 arrived. Freddie walked into Carly’s apartment without even knocking, figuring that he had already seen Carly naked, so there’s nothing worse that he could possibly see if he barged in. Carly wasn’t in the living room, so Freddie called her name.
“Coming!” shouted Carly.
Carly appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing a tight blue t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. As Carly started walking down the steps, Freddie’s eyes kept on darting back and forth between Carly’s perfectly sized, teenage breasts, and her long, tan, and bare legs and feet.
“Wow!” exclaimed Freddie. “You look amazing!”
“Thanks, Freddie,” replied Carly, as she reached the foot of the steps. “So do you.”
Freddie walked up to Carly, wrapped his arms around her, and the two of them started to kiss passionately. Freddie took his right hand, and started fondling Carly’s left breast until a knock on the door interrupted them.
“Oh!” said Carly. “That must be the surprise. Oh, but the surprise doesn’t exactly know that they are a surprise and what they’re supposed to do. So don’t say anything.”
“Okaaaay,” said Freddie, a bit confused.
“Basically, just follow my lead,” said Carly, as she rushed towards the door after the “surprise” knocked a second time, a bit louder.
Carly opened the door, and standing in the doorway was none other than Sam Puckett. Sam was Carly’s and Freddie’s good friend, and she and Carly co-hosted their webshow iCarly, while Freddie was the cameraman.
“What took you so long?” shouted Sam.
“Oh, calm down!” replied Carly.
Sam had a very interesting personality. She was a very attractive girl, but was not exactly into activities that were labeled as “girlish.” Sam was more like a tomboy, with particular interests in violence, pranks, and meat. Sam was the kind of the girl that could beat you in the hot dog eating contest, and then go out to pizza to celebrate. She wasn’t really so cordial to Freddie, and the two of them constantly bickered and fought, but recently, Freddie and Sam were both teased about never kissing anybody, so they kissed each other to get it over with. They both promised not to tell anybody, but Freddie just found out the night before that Sam had actually told Carly.
“So, how’s it going, kiddies?” asked Sam as she plopped herself down on the couch with a popsicle in hand.
“Pretty good,” said Carly, sitting down next to Sam on the couch.
“Not bad,” replied Freddie, as he took a seat on the comfy chair next to the couch.
Freddie watched Sam suck on the popsicle, and as Sam’s lips and tongue were tasting all of the juices, Freddie found himself getting a boner. He imagined what it would be like for Sam to suck on his cock, and he had a feeling that he would find out soon. He now knew what Carly’s surprise was, and was excited to have a threesome with Sam.
Sam was clad in a dark green unzipped hoodie, under which was a tight gray tanktop, and Freddie noticed that Sam’s tits were slightly larger than Carly’s, and couldn’t wait to get his hands and tongue all over them. Sam had on a pair of skinny, navy blue jeans, and was wearing yellow flip flops.
“So, what do you want to talk to me about?” asked Sam, as she stood up to throw out her popsicle stick. “It sounded pretty urgent on the phone.”
“Yes, it’s very important,” answered Carly, as she waited for Sam to sit back down. “You see, last night, Freddie and I made love.”
“Wait, you what?” asked Sam, not sure if she heard her best friend correctly.
“Freddie and I. We had sex last night,” repeated Carly.”
“Are you talking about this Freddie?” asked Sam, pointing to Freddie.
“Yes,” answered Freddie this time. “Carly and I are in love, and we had sex last night and this morning, too.”
“Well, I know that you love Carly, but you Carly, do you really love this guy?” asked Sam, astonished. “I mean, he’s so, you know, Freddyish.”
“Well, I love him, and he’s my boyfriend now,” answered Carly. “And I called you because I want you to join us.”
“You want me to have sex with you guys?” asked Sam, dumbfounded.
“Yes,” answered Carly. “Freddie was incredible and I don’t want to keep him all to myself. You’re our friend, and you deserve to fuck him, too.”
“I don’t know,” started Sam.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m not going to be leaving you alone with him,” said Carly. “I’ll be having sex at the same time. We’re gonna have a threesome!”
“I don’t know,” repeated Sam, secretly hoping to lose her virginity. “I mean, if you guys are now dating, I don’t want to intrude or anything.”
“No, you won’t be intruding at all,” said Carly. “Will she, Freddie?”
“No, of course not,” answered Freddie, eager to get some of Sam’s pussy.
“Come on, I know you’ll like it, “said Carly.
“Ok, fine,” said Sam. “I’ll do it.”
“Great!” exclaimed Carly, as she motioned for Freddie to come closer.
Freddie eagerly accepted the invitation, and sat down on the other side of Sam. Sam turned towards Freddie, and for the second time, the two of them started kissing. Their lips softly pressed against each others lips, and they continued kissing until Carly put a hand on Sam’s shoulder, and pulled her away from Freddie. Then, without warning, Carly planted a kiss on Sam’s lips, and the two of them starting making out passionately, as if long- suppressed feelings were emerging with an explosion. Freddie couldn’t believe his eyes, when he saw his two best friends locking lips and caressing each other’s tongues, even though they were both girls. Carly then moved her mouth down to Sam’s neck, and started planting kisses everywhere she could find room. Sam threw her head back and started moaning softly, giving Freddie an even larger erection than he already had.
Freddie decided to stop watching from the sideline and chose to join in the fun. Freddie put his hands on Sam’s shoulders and slipped off her sweatshirt, which she let drop to the couch. Freddie then pushed Sam’s hair to the side and started kissing her on the back of the neck, and found his hands wandering to Sam’s tits, which were still contained by her tanktop. Freddie started squeezing Sam’s succulent breasts from behind as Sam started kissing Carly’s neck with ardor, causing Carly to moan sensitively.
Carly and Sam continued kissing until Sam broke free, turned towards Freddie, and slowly slipped off her top, revealing a white cotton bra, showing a generous amount of cleavage. Sam then put her hands behind her back, unclasped her bra, and pulled it off, uncovering her beautiful, round, and slightly large breasts. Carly and Freddie marveled at their friend’s gorgeous tits, and they each grabbed one and started fondling and sucking on them. Carly and Freddie each flicked their tongues over Sam’s nipples and kissed the rest of her tits, giving immense pleasure to Sam. Sam loved the feeling of her two best friends sucking on her tits, and she took the moment in, trying to get all of the pleasure she could get.
Suddenly, Carly stopped sucking on Sam’s right breast and removed her t-shirt, showing a lacy red bra, behind which was a teenage pair of tits, waiting to be revealed. Carly pointed at Freddie and ordered him to pull his pants down, to which he gladly obeyed. Freddie stood up and removed his pants, as Carly unbuttoned and removed her shorts, revealing her cute red panties. Sam quickly followed, sliding off her jeans, showing her white panties. The two half-naked teenage girls got on their knees in front of Freddie’s erect cock.
“Just follow my lead,” said Carly, reassuringly, to Sam.
Without another word, Carly stuck out her tongue and started to lick Freddie’s cock, starting from the base and ending at the head. She repeated her licking several times, until she put her lips around the hard cock and started to blow Freddy for the second time that day. Carly moved her lips back and forth on the hard dick while using her hand to steady the base of the cock. Freddie moaned with pleasure as his girlfriend sucked on his hard shaft.
Carly then removed Freddie’s cock from her mouth and guided it towards Sam. Sam put the cock in her hand and gripped it a little bit, trying to get used to the feeling of a dick in her hand. Then, a bit hesitantly, Sam stuck out her tongue and proceeded to lick Freddie’s cock, like Carly had done. Sam then slowly put her mouth around the dick and closed her lips upon it. Sam started sucking it similar to the way Carly did, moving her lips back and forth down the cock, while using her hand to pump it. As she got more used to it, Sam got more comfortable with the feeling of giving a blowjob and started using her tongue to lick Freddie’s cock as she was sucking it. This did not go unnoticed by Freddie, who closed his eyes, taking in the feeling of Sam licking his cock.
As Sam continued to suck Freddie’s cock with more speed and passion, Carly started stroking Sam’s long blonde hair and caressing her beautiful, bare body. Sam then took Freddie’s dick out of her mouth, giving to Carly who spat on the cock and started rubbing it back and forth. Carly then starting sucking on the cock again, using more tongue, as Sam got behind Carly and started to undo Carly’s bra. When the bra came off, Carly stopped her blowjob to turn to Sam, showing a girl her tits for the first time. Sam marveled at the sight of Carly’s beautiful, round tits, and she started to fondle them slowly, enjoying the feeling of touching another girl’s breasts. Sam then got a bit bold as she bent down and ran her tongue over Carly’s tits, licking her nipples and causing her to moan softly. As Sam pleasured her, Carly used a free hand to stroke Freddie’s cock, giving him a slow handjob.
After she was done sucking on Carly’s tits, Sam resumed where she left off, giving Freddie a slow blowjob. Sam was feeling more confident and started to suck with much more ease and skill, moving Freddie closer to an orgasm. Carly started to lick and suck on Freddie’s balls as Sam was giving Freddie head. Then Carly moved up to the base of the cock, and started licking it along with Sam, and they would sometimes accidentally lick each other’s tongues. Pretty soon, Freddie realized he didn’t have long before he’d cum.
“Oh shit, girls,” exclaimed Freddie. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Good,” said Carly. “Cum in my mouth. I’ll give it to Sam”
Carly kneeled before Freddie, and Sam sat a bit to the side, as Freddie started stroking his own cock, going faster and faster until he reached orgasm and his cum started squirting out. Freddie shot several cumshots into Carly’s anxious mouth, who smiled as they each splashed onto her tongue. Carly then moved over to Sam and slowly dripped the cum out of her mouth into Sam’s open mouth. The cum tasted very strange to Sam, but she kind of liked it, and swallowed it all. Carly and Sam then started to kiss passionately, exchanging any leftover cum. They then turned to Freddie’s cock and both started licking Freddie’s cock, cleaning up all of the cum from there and squeezing out all of the remaining sperm. The girls then continued to make out, caressing each other’s tits and slender bodies.
Finally, Carly and Sam broke free and looked up at Freddie.
“Sam needs to get fucked,” said Carly. “Now.”
Sam looked nervous, but complied. She got on the couch, laid down on her back, and let Freddie take off her panties, revealing her tight, wet pussy. Carly had never seen another girl’s pussy before and watched closely as Freddie stuck one finger in Sam’s pussy and bent down and started to lick. Sam was feeling sensations she had never felt before and she loved it, moaning sensuously and passionately. Sam had only had her own fingers in her pussy before, and had never had anybody’s tongue caressing it. Freddie loved the taste of Sam’s pussy almost as much as he loved the taste of Carly’s, and he loved the sound of Sam’s sighs of pleasure. Freddie felt his cock getting harder and harder.
Pretty soon, Freddie couldn’t wait any longer, and needed to have his cock in a pussy.
“All right, time to get fucked!” said Freddie to Sam.
Freddie sat down on the couch, his dick pointing straight up, and Freddie motioned for Sam to come and sit on his lap. Carly handed Freddie a condom, which he quickly slid over his cock. Sam got in position crouching over Freddie’s lap, with her back to Freddie. Then, with a nervous look on her face, Sam slowly lowered herself onto Freddie’s waiting dick.
Sam started to lowered herself all the way down onto Freddie’s cock, until she realized that Freddie had come into contact with her hymen. After she gave Freddie a nod of approval, she winced as she felt her cherry being popped by Freddie’s dick. When Sam was ready to go, she slowly started to move her body up and down, while at the same time, Freddie slowly started thrusting his cock up and down. The sensation of having sex was like nothing Sam had ever felt, and she closed her eyes and moaned. As Sam and Freddie got more comfortable, they sped up their fucking, doing it a little bit harder and faster, but still keeping it at a very passionate pace. Freddie loved having Sam ride his cock, and he grabbed her hips and started to thrust a bit harder into her wet, pink pussy. Sam felt her pussy getting tighter and tighter around Freddie’s cock, but she kept on fucking Freddie, loving every second of it.
Carly was getting extremely horny, seeing her two best friends fucking, and she took off her panties and sat down right next to Freddie. Carly starting rubbing her pussy, and also sucked on Sam’s succulent tits and started to kissed her. Carly then broke away and bent down to start licking Freddie’s cock and Sam’s pussy, with her free hand still rubbing her own pussy.
“Yeah? You like that Sam?” teased Carly, seductively. “You like having Freddie’s big cock in your pussy? You like being fucked by Freddie?”
Sam nodded, with her long blonde hair and her beautiful breasts bouncing around and her moans getting louder and higher pitched. Pretty soon, Sam realized that she was going to cum, and she warned Freddie and Carly. Then, Sam’s body shook and she felt her pussy getting warm as her juices dripped down onto Freddie’s cock. Sam got off of Freddie’s cock, and she and Carly licked all of the warm juices off of Freddie’s cock, and then the two girls started to kiss again, exchanging what was in their mouths.
Carly knew it was now her turn to get fucked, and she bent over the couch, her pussy sticking out in the air. Freddie stood up and grabbed Carly’s hips, and pushed his cock into Carly’s waiting vagina. Carly loved to have her boyfriend’s cock in her once again, and she started to moan. Freddie’s body rocked back and forth, as his cock thrust in and out of Carly’s tight pussy, and he slapped her ass, too.
“Mmmm. I love having your big cock in my tight, wet pussy,” crooned Carly. “It feels so fucking good. Yeah, slap my fucking ass!”
Sam felt a bit out of place since she knew that Freddie and Carly were officially going out, and she didn’t want to ruin anything. Sam sat off to the side and started to rub her pussy, but Carly noticed and said, “Sam, get over here so I could lick your pussy.”
Sam got into position, lying down on the couch, with her pussy in reach of Carly’s mouth. As Carly was getting fucked doggy style by Freddie, Carly reached out and started to eat out Sam, licking her pussy passionately. Carly had never licked a girl’s pussy before, but she just did what felt right, and what she knew would have felt good if she were being eaten out. Carly gently caressed Sam’s clit with her tongue, stopping every few seconds to lick around the perimeter of her pussy. Carly started licking Sam’s clit a bit faster, and Carly took one of her hands and stuck her index and middle finger into Sam’s pussy. Sam started moaning again, loving the feeling of her best friend eating her out and fingering her. Carly loved the sight of Sam’s tight, pink pussy, with a bit of yellow pubic hair right above it, and she also loved the taste of the pussy.
Freddie couldn’t believe that Carly was eating Sam out, and felt himself getting closer to orgasm as he fucked Carly from behind and watched her lick Sam. However, Freddie had a great idea for another position and wanted to try it before he would cum, so he calmed himself down a bit. He slowed down his fucking, and unplugged his cock from Carly’s wet pussy. Carly still continued to lick Sam’s pussy for a few seconds, until she turned around and the two of them grinned at Freddie.
“Alright, let’s do one more,” said Freddie. “In the kitchen.”
“Ooh, sexy,” giggled Carly.
Freddie told Sam to lie down on her back on the kitchen table, with her legs hanging over the edge. Then he told Carly to get up on the table and crouch right above Sam’s face, so her pussy is right by Sam’s face. Freddie took his cock and put it in Sam’s pussy, and told Carly to lean down so they can kiss. Carly complied, and the two of them were soon making out, as Freddie was also fucking Sam’s pussy. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths like they had done many times before. Carly put her arms around Freddie’s neck and started to kiss him more passionately, as Freddie fondled her breasts.
Meanwhile, Sam started to eat out Carly. Sam had certainly never licked another girl’s pussy before, but, like Carly, she did what she would have wanted to be done to her. Sam stuck out her tongue, and started to lick Carly’s pussy, which was hovering directly above her head. Sam started by licking around the outside in circles, and then started to gently lick the clit, knowing how sensitive it is. Sam knew she was doing something right, as she heard Carly moaning softly as she was kissing Freddie. Sam started then started to suck on Carly’s pussy, tasting her best friend, and feeling the pussy getting wetter and wetter. Sam explored the inside and outside of Carly’s pussy with her tongue, while gripping Carly’s ass with her hands. As Sam licked and sucked more vigorously, Carly’s moans got higher pitched and sexier.
While Sam was busy eating out Carly, she was also being fucked in her pussy by Freddie, who was busy making out with Carly. Freddie was pushing his cock in and out of Sam’s pink pussy, shoving it back and forth, hearing Sam’s cries as she was eating out Carly. Freddie was sweating like crazy, but he didn’t care, cuz he was fucking the two most beautiful girls he had even seen in his life. Just seeing them naked and hearing them moaning was enough to push him over the top. He knew that he was about to cum, and all of the events of the day, the wake-up fuck, the blowjobs, the several positions with Carly and Sam, were all leading up to this climax.
“Oh my god,” breathed Freddie. “I’m gonna cum soon.”
“Mmm. Me too,” sighed Sam.
“I’m getting there,” gasped Carly. “Let’s all try to cum at the same time.”
Pretty soon, the three teens were all about to reach their climax. In a huge fit of moaning and shrieking, they all started to cum. Freddie came inside the condom in Sam’s pussy, as Sam came all over Freddie’s cock, and Carly came into Sam’s mouth. Everybody remained in their positions for a few seconds, or maybe it was a few days, catching their breaths and taking in what had just happened.
Eventually, Freddie removed his cock from Sam’s pussy, and Carly and Sam got off of the table and knelt before Freddie. They first licked off all of Sam’s warm juices from the outside of the condom, and then removed the condom and cleaned off Freddie’s cum. Carly and Sam then shared the contents of their mouths with each other, exchanging saliva and cum, and then both swallowed and started to grin.
“So, how was it?” asked Carly to Sam.
“Oh, my god, it was just 
” responded Sam, unable to find words. “It was just incredible.”
“You were incredible, Freddie,” said Carly to Freddie.
“Thanks,” replied Freddie. “So were you girls.”
Carly and Sam began to caress each other tits, running their hands across each other’s smooth, sleek bodies.
“Freddie, I think Sam and I need some time alone,” said Carly to Freddie.
“Yeah, we need to ‘discuss’ some things,” winked Sam.
“Alright,” shrugged Freddie.
Freddie quickly got dressed, as Sam and Carly resumed their kissing and caressing.
“Alright, I’m gonna go,” said Freddie.
“Yeah, yeah, just go already,” snapped Sam.
Freddie walked out of the apartment, and walked across the hall to his apartment. He went into his bedroom and closed the door. Freddie didn’t feel bad that Carly and Sam were kinda acting like bitches. After all, he did get to fuck, and receive blowjobs from, his two sexy best friends.
Freddie opened up his laptop and logged into his iCarly server account.
In iCarly, the teens sometimes switch to a camera view that shows the downstairs of the Shays apartment, often in order to show viewers a specific project that Spencer is working on. Freddie, as technical producer of iCarly, had access to all of these features and camera views. And at that exact moment, Carly and Sam were pleasuring each other in clear view of the downstairs camera.
Freddie accessed the recording and started to watch. Freddie smiled. The perfect end to a perfect day.

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The Hotel Maid

I hope you enjoy this I wrote it a while ago for my blog and thought I’d post it on here too.