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Fun with my mother-in-law

Im a 22 year old guy who just like most other guys is always eyeing up loads of women. Since the age of 16 I have had many sexual encounters with girls and for the last 20 of them I have started keeping a momento afterwards to remind me of the great fun we had. It all started as a mistake after a girl I brought back for a one nighter left her thong on my bedroom floor. I woke up to find it there and began to relive the past nights love making. I suddenly had this urge to be with her again when I spotted her thong. I began to slowly masturbate my hard cock whilst looking down at her knickers with a slight stain in them. The next thing I knew I had the crotch of her thong pressed directly to my nose, smelling her scent. It drove me wild, I wanted more so I started to lick the stain, still being able to taste her juices on the now increasingly wet material. And that is where my fetish for it all started.
Since then I have kept a pair of panties whether they were given or if I had to steal them and every now and then I go through my pile of dirty underwear having a sniff, reminiscing the night of pleasure provided by the wearer. Now I may begin the story…..
I had just finished work and didn’t want to go home to my cold shitty flat so I decided to go to my girlfriend Jenny’s house. She lived at home with her mum and dad still but they were relaxed with me going round and staying over. When I got there I knocked on the door and it was Tina who answered. Tina is jenny’s mum, she is roughly 45 years old, id say about 120 pounds and maybe 5ft 7 tall. The years have been good to her as she still has a fantastic arse on her, pretty small but perky looking tits, and a slight belly growing. Her hair is brown and shoulder length, and she flicks it round in a flirty fashion often enough knowing that people still find her really attractive.
‘hello john, what can I do for you ?’ said Tina
‘I’m just wondering if jenny is back form work yet?’ I said
‘No, but she shouldn’t be too long, come in and wait if you like ?’
So in I walked watching her as she looked to almost glide across the kitchen floor.
‘fancy a brew?’ she asked
‘yes please’
I watched her in my usual admiring way as she worked her way round the kitchen opening up the fridge to get the milk, looking in the cupboard for the tea bags. She was wearing a white blouse with a frilly pattern down the front where the buttons are, a black knee length pencil skirt, black tights and heels. This outfit really made her look gorgeous, like a really sexy little secretary.
‘ Paul not back yet?’ I asked with a glimmer of hope
‘no, he is working down south this week so wont be back till the weekend’
My heart started beating, Paul was her husband, and with him out of the way it made it a whole lot easier to complete my fetish.
‘is it ok if I go use the bathroom please ? I asked
‘yeah sure, u no where it is’ came her reply
I had the usual excited spring in my step as I started to so up the stairs, two at a time. I knew I didn’t have long so every second counts. I walked along the corridor towards the bathroom and opened the door then shut it again pretty hard without actually going in, hoping she would think I was in there. I carried on down the corridor until I got to Tina and Paul’s bedroom door. I gently pushed it open, trying my hardest to stop before it started creaking then slid in through the gap. There stood my ‘holy grail’ in the far corner of the room, the laundry basket. Without wasting any time I crept across the room and started going through it. I came across a white thong with a small stain on the gusset and I went week at the knees. This was perfect. I crept my way back across the room, out the door closing it too after me then headed for the bathroom. I slowly began to turn the handle trying to reduce the squeak of the turning knob. When I was inside I did the same when shutting the door and locking it then started undoing my jeans. I pushed them down to my ankles along with my underwear and sat on the toilet seat lid. I tore off some toilet roll and laid it across my knee then I lifted the thong up to my face and inhaled deeply.
The smell was fantastic, the musky odour filling my nostrils had me hard in an instant. I put the thong over my head so the gusset was over my nose and began to take deep long breathes in through my nose, out through my mouth whilst wanking. As I got more into it I knew I had to taste her so I adjusted the thong so I had the stain pressing against my lips. I started to probe the material with my tongue, licking slightly, which soon turned into full sucking of her thong stained juices, my nose now inhaling the smell of her arse. It wasn’t long before I came all over the toilet roll. I quickly cleaned up and flushed the toilet. I stood up, fastened my jeans back up and opened the door and there stood Tina. I froze, on the spot, with her dirty thong in my hand. Then my senses came back to me and I hid the underwear behind my back.
‘you’ve been ages, just came to check you are ok?’
‘im fine, im fine’ I said
‘you look flustered, and what are you hiding behind your back?’ she asked
‘nothing’
‘ show me’ she demanded
I slowly brought my hand forward, her thong resting on my open palm, my face bright red with embarassement, feeling so bad that I had been caught.
‘YOU PERVERT, YOU FILTHY PERVERT’ she shouted, ‘JUST WAIT TILL I TELL JENNY AND PAUL’
‘no’ I pleaded ‘please don’t, I will do anything’
There was no changing her mind, she stormed down the corridor into her bedroom and picked up the phone. She started dialing a number, I had to think fast, I ran over, reached down and ripped the connection for the phone out of the socket.
‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’ she was furious now
‘your not telling anybody’ I replied and with that I grabbed her by her arms and dragged her over to the bed, picking her up and slamming her down on the matress.
‘You just had to question me, couldn’t just leave me be. Now your gonna get whats coming to you’
I climbed up on top of her and sat on her stomach, pinning her wrists to the bed above her head. I lent down and started to kiss her on her mouth. She started shaking her head from side to side trying to stop me, screaming for me to stop. I lent back and slapped her hard across the cheek.
‘stop struggling, or I will hit you again u dirty old slut’
I grabbed her hand again and pushed them back down against the bed. I lent forward and kissed her on the lips, this time she didn’t shake her head, but kept her lips closed tightly again. SLAP.
‘don’t make this hard on yourself’
Third time round she just layed there and accepted the inevitable and let me kiss her. As my tongue explored the mouth of the woman I had fantasised about for years, I could feel myself becoming hard again. I looked at Tina and her eyes grew wide with fear as she felt my hard cock pressing against her stomach. I let go of her wrists and began to un button her blouse. She started to struggle again, bucking her body ferociously underneath me, almost as if she was fighting for her life. Her hands formed fists and she started punching me anywhere she could. I sat back and ploughed one of my own fists straight into her face. All the struggle came out of her straight away, her arms dropped down on the bed and a trickle of blood started to drip from her nose. I had knocked her out, I checked for a pulse to make sure I hadn’t killed her and she was alright.
Now she wasn’t fighting it made it easier for me so I climbed off her and knelt on the bed next to her. I Started to unbutton her blouse from the bottom upwards, slowly revealing her stomach. I started to trace the line of her blouse with my tongue, starting form the waist line of her skirt, over her belly button and upwards towards her bra. I rapidly unbuttoned the last 4 buttons then sat her up so I could undo her bra, then take both items of clothing off. Her titties were smaller than they looked and she had really dark nipples. I laid her back down on the bed and began to grope away at her tits, flicking her nipples with my fingers before leaning down and taking a nipple in my mouth. The nipple soon turned stiff between my lips as I sucked, licked and gently nibbled on it. I began to play with her other nipple with my fingers. I cant begin to tell you how many nights I have had this fantasy whilst doing the same thing to her daughter.
Next I reached down and began to pull up her skirt, taking in the view of her lovely legs. As I got further up her legs I noticed she wasn’t wearing tights, but in fact stockings. My cock grew even harder and was straining against the denim of my jeans. I kept lifting the skirt till it was up around her waist, revealing a pair of white lacy panties. I let my hands start touching her stocking covered legs at her knee, gently running them up the smooth material, up over the seem of the stockings and to the side of her knickers. As I sat looking at her knickers, rubbing her inner thighs, I could see stray pubes poking through the lace. By now I was so hard I thought I would spurt my load at any second.
I placed a hand on either hip around the material of her knickers and began to wiggle them down, revealing a dark forest of pubic hair as I did so. I pulled them all the way off and put them in my pocket for later. I opened her legs as wide as they could go, giving me the most fantastic view I have ever seen. Her vagina really was a sight for sore eyes. Her big meaty pussy lips and engorged clitoris were clearly visible through her pubes, and when I tried to push my finger inside her hot love tunnel It was really tight. I slid my finger in and out a few times, feeling her pussy clenching round my finger. I could feel the first few lubricating drops of her pussy juice forming around my finger so I pulled it out. I sat there and sniffed my finger, the smell was slightly different to the dry stains in her knickers, it was so fresh and invigorating I had to taste it. All it took was one suck of my finger and the taste was like a drug, so addictive. I wanted more.
I leaned in and opened her pussy lips with my fingers and slid my tongue deep into her tight snatch. Tina seemed to be coming round again as I was licking away one minute at her clit, the next at her hole. She started again with the punching at me, really struggling to try and get me off. I couldn’t be bothered with the fight any more. I pulled my jeans and underwear down and released my throbbing cock. She looked straight into my eyes.
‘please John, don’t do it. I wont tell anybody, I promise’ she begged
‘you had your chance you bitch’
I fought her to get in between her legs, she was still thrashing around. I smacked her in the face again but she had grown wise to it and turned her head so I just hit the back of it. Fuck it. I grabbed a big hand full of her hair and dragged her off the bed. As her body slumped to the floor I dragged her hair again and made her face the bed, then bent her over it still holding her hair. There her arse was wiggling away in front of me. I grabbed a hold of my cock with my free hand and guided it to her pussy lips. She jerked and was still trying to escape from my grip but in doing so she pushed her self backwards and impaled herself on my cock. There I was balls deep in my mother-in-law and it felt like heven. I kept a good grip on her hair, forcing her face into the matress and with my other hand I reached round and in between her legs and started playing with her pussy.
I started to rape her, right there on her marital bed, thrusting in and out of her with my cock, slowly increasing the pace. She was really screaming now but also crying. This only spurred me on more and I began to fuck like a man possessed. In, out, in, out I went with such ferocity my balls were starting to ache from slapping against her. Then I began to feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls, the start of the euphoric wave that I couldn’t wait to release. And then it came, squirting out of my cock into my mother-in-law’s pussy, thrusting, squirting, it never seemed to end. Finally my orgasm subsided and my cock started to go flaccid again so I pulled it out of her pussy.
I picked up a towel from the floor and threw it at her.
‘get cleaned up u slut, and next time, don’t you fight it’ I said
All she did was sit on the edge of the bed looking at me sobbing. Her eyes red and bloodshot, she started to wipe her pussy clean. That’s when I herd the noise of the front door opening and Jenny shout ‘hello, I’m home’

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Not mine…Chapter 1
The mall was crowded with students, all eager to take advantage of the
sunshine and the soft spring breeze that blew gently off the river.
Every bench was occupied, and even the wide concrete borders which
fringed the flowerbeds were jammed with chattering teenagers, their
spirits lifted by the final departure of winter and the sight of
thousands of daffodils which heralded the approaching season.
The clock on Old Main indicated eleven-thirty, and Suzanne glanced up
impatiently as she pushed her way through the throng. Yvonne had said
eleven-fifteen. Where was she? Nervously, Suzanne turned and bumped
into a tall, blond young man, who grinned at her impudently. “What’s
the hurry?” he said in a lazy drawl, his eyes quickly scanning her
figure approvingly.
“Sorry,” she muttered, stepping back, then going on again. Her ears
burned as she heard a soft whistle of appreciation before he became
lost in the crowd. She smiled to herself; he had been rather nice-
looking. But not as handsome as Sam. No one was as handsome as Sam. Oh,
why couldn’t she have gone with him to Europe? Almost subliminally she
heard her mother’s voice: “Go to Europe with that young man? Suzanne,
you must be out of your mind. What would the neighbors say? Of course,
if you got married first …”
Married. who would want to get married at nineteen? Maybe some kids
did, but then usually because they had to. And Suzanne had decided when
she was fifteen that she was going to wait, at least until she was out
of college. Of course, after meeting Sam, she had been sorely tempted.
Sam was a very persistent suitor; it had taken all her will power not
to give in to him, not only to his proposal, but his propositions as
well.
She felt a tingling in her loins at the memory of his strong face above
hers, his hands gently caressing her body, and the suggestive bulge in
his pants. That bulge. Oh, how many times hadn’t she wanted to reach
out and feel it, the way his fingers would feel her breasts. But every
time, her mother’s voice rang in her ears, and her mounting desires
would suddenly turn to guilt and self-recrimination, and Sam would
again go home, frustrated and disappointed. No wonder he went to
Europe; he was probably sleeping with every available girl he met. At
least that’s what Yvonne had said to her. Yvonne … where was she?
Suzanne glanced up at the clock again. Eleven-forty. She hated people
who weren’t punctual, and Yvonne should know better.
“Here you are, darling!”
The throaty greeting penetrated above the noisy clamor, and Suzanne
turned with a smile of relief.
“Yvonne, where’ve you been?”
The angular face beamed at her. “Right here. Since eleven-fifteen. I
guess I was too busy checking over the new talent. Christ, I think
these kids get sexier each semester.”
Yvonne’s overly large and overly made-up eyes followed two young men as
they walked past. She gave a soft whistle.
“Did you see the basket on that one?”
Suzanne grabbed her arm, and began guiding her through the crowd
towards Woodward Avenue.
“Yvonne, you’re too much. Can’t you think of anything else?”
Yvonne laughed, a thunderous bellow that had once been likened to the
blast of the tug-boats on the river.
“Anything else, darling? Oh, come off it, my little vestal virgin. Once
you spread your legs for a man, you’ll find there’s not much else worth
thinking about.”
Suzanne bit her lip and remained silent. Although she was rather proud
of her virginity, she had to admit the many moments when she had almost
given it away to Sam. Oh, Sam, where the hell are you right now?
“Believe me, Suzanne, I hope you do get laid pretty soon. It’s good for
the digestion, among other things. Where do you want to eat? Verne’s?”
They turned down the sidewalk and walked past the Maccabees Building.
Suzanne kept silent, with her friend’s words echoing in her brain.
Maybe she would get laid after all. No, no, no. The little voice rose
again, as it always did; save it for Sam. He’s the only one. He loves
you. And you love him. Let his shaft be the first one to break through
into your pulsating cavern. Oh, Sam … Sam …
She blinked her eyes as they left the sunlit sidewalk and entered the
darkened interior of the bar. Yvonne led the way over to a corner table
and collapsed into a chair. Suzanne seated herself opposite and smiled.
“Good to see you,” she said sincerely, looking across the table at her
friend, thinking again that she was indeed fortunate to have an older
woman to guide her through the first hectic weeks of classes at Wayne.
Not that she was helpless; but after graduating from a high school
class of only sixty-two, she felt more than overpowered by the size of
the student body. She remembered hearing that the total enrollment at
Wayne State was over twenty-five thousand. No more personal touches
from the teacher; she would be merely a small insignificant cog in the
educational machine,
“What are you having?”
The slender, pale-faced girl had approached the table, pencil and pad
poised. Yvonne looked up and blew smoke in her face, unintentionally.
“I’m having a hamburger, dear,” she said. “Okay for you, Suzanne?”
Suzanne nodded. “Yes, please. And a large Coke.”
“I’ll take a vodka and seven,” said Yvonne, “I need a little something
this morning. Last night just about wore me out.”
She gripped her cigarette firmly, and Suzanne noticed the fine lines
around her lips, matching those at the corners of her eyes. Suzanne had
never asked Yvonne her age, but she suspected it was around thirty.
Yvonne had been going to Wayne for over six years. She jokingly
referred to herself as a professional student.
“So, you excited?”
Suzanne nodded.
“Of course I am. I’ve been looking forward to this for years. Of
course, mother isn’t very happy about my getting the apartment.”
Yvonne’s throaty laugh echoed through the bar. “Of course she wouldn’t
be. She’s afraid you’re going to start dragging in every male on
campus. But then …” Yvonne’s eyes twinkled. “I guess there’s not much
chance of that as long as you’re carrying that torch for Sam, huh?”
Suzanne nodded. “Not a chance.”
“Well, you can always come up and spend those lonely evenings with me
and Carole.”
“Thanks, but I plan to do a lot of studying. I’m also going to start a
little project of my own, investigating the poor families in the
neighborhood. That’s one of the reasons I’m moving into your building.
It’s close enough to that section up on West Forest. I want to really
find out how those people live and what their problems are.”
Yvonne sniffed. “Just watch yourself. You might be able to walk down
the streets in Grosse Pointe at night without getting raped, but not in
this neighborhood. So just be careful.”
“I will.”
“And …” Yvonne giggled. “If you do get in a situation that looks like
trouble, remember to go for the groin. A swift kick in the balls will
stop just about anyone.”
“I’ll remember,” Suzanne said, flushing slightly. She leaned back as
the waitress brought their drinks. Yvonne lifted her glass.
“Well, here’s to it,” she said, “And may he be hot, horny and handsome,
whoever he is.”
“Yvonne, you’re too much,” said Suzanne.
“Never,” was the blunt reply, “And take it from me, my girl, once
you’ve had a good hard cock up your innocent little pussy, you’ll know
what life’s all about.”
“Yvonne, don’t talk like that,” said Suzanne, her face turning scarlet.
“It’s not nice.”
“You sound like your mother,” said Yvonne cynically. “No wonder you’re
an only child. She probably let your old man in once, and that was
that. Don’t you make the same mistake. There’s nothing like a good fuck
to keep a girl in shape.”
The waitress returned with their food, and Suzanne breathed a sigh of
relief. She liked Yvonne very much, but her incessant preoccupation
with sex made Suzanne feel uncomfortable. She knew what Yvonne said was
probably true, but that was one area of truth she hadn’t yet learned to
face without embarrassment. Her mind fled back to the last night she
had spent with Sam before he flew to Europe. They had attended a dance
at the Detroit Yacht Club, and afterwards Sam drove to a secluded spot
on Belle Isle, and they sat watching the lights of the ships on the
river and the distant skyline of Windsor, and Suzanne had wanted to cry
her eyes out at the thought of being without Sam for three months. He
had put his arms around her, and their kisses were deep and prolonged.
She felt her loins stirring with desire, and Sam’s fingers caressing
her breasts did nothing to ease her mounting passions.
Finally, Sam had taken her hand and gently placed it over his crotch.
Before she jerked it away, she was conscious of the hard, throbbing
bulge there. “Please, please,” he had begged her, but she had turned
away, her face hot with anger, not at him, but with herself and her
inability to do what she really wanted to; but deep in her mind, her
mother’s voice still rang out commandingly. “I’m going to be gone some
time,” Sam said, “Give me something to remember.” She shook her head
and looked away. She was conscious of Sam moving, and she heard the
rustle of fabric. When she had turned back, she saw in the dim light,
the white outline of his cock protruding from his fly. His hand was
around it, and he was gently massaging it, up and down.
“Sam!” Her voice was tinged with terror.
“Relax,” he had said, “It won’t bite you.” And he had taken her hand
again, and this time her fingers felt the naked flesh of his penis,
firm and thick and long.
Almost with one movement, she pulled away, opened the car door and
stumbled across the grass, her dress tearing on the branch of a tree.
She came to a stop at the edge of the beach, and stood there, staring
out across the river, her mind whirling, her breasts heaving, and
within her loins the incredibly sensation of sexual stimulation like
she had never known before. She wanted to go back, to feel his shaft,
to close her lips around it, to feel it slide into her. She wanted it,
oh, how she wanted it; but she stood there, alone, tears streaming down
her cheeks.
After a while, she heard a soft footstep, and turned to see Sam
standing behind her. “I’m sorry,” he said, touching her arm, “but I had
to do something about it. I couldn’t stand it any longer.” Something
told her, without her asking him, what he had done. And within her
heart, she didn’t blame him. She sometimes masturbated herself at home.
“Come, I’ll take you home,” he had said, and without a word, she let
herself be guided back to the car. They kissed goodnight, and the next
day Sam left for Europe.
Oh, how she wished she had given in to his desires that night. If only
she didn’t feel the way she did about sex. If only she could be like
her other girlfriends who admitted freely that they slept with boys.
She wanted to; God knows she wanted to. But she had yet to chase the
overwhelming specter of guilt and retribution from her mind, the
feeling that if she did she would be guilty of the greatest
transgression. “It’s sinful the way some young people carry on,” her
mother had said so many times. “I’m glad Suzanne is a good girl.” If
she was such a good girl, why did it make her feel so bad?
* * *
Suzanne followed Yvonne up the steps to the blackened, time-worn
apartment house on Hancock Street. Just a few blocks from the campus,
the building would be most convenient, not only for school, but for her
intended research into the slum area to the west, peopled by white and
black families who formed a major portion of Detroit’s economically
deprived population.
Yvonne pushed open the door, and the smell of stale cooking odors
greeted their nostrils. A slovenly looking woman was mopping the tiled
lobby. She looked up and grinned.
“Hi, Yvonne,” she said, and then her beady eyes fastened on Suzanne.
“This must be your friend, Suzanne?”
Yvonne introduced her as Mrs. Sansome, and Suzanne shook hands,
conscious of the dampness of the fingers that enclosed her own. She
wanted to reach into her purse for a Kleenex to wipe the stickiness,
but she decided to wait.
“You’ll be renting 8B,” Mrs. Sansome continued. “It’s on the third
floor, just above Yvonne and Carole. It’s a nice place, and it has a
nice view from the balcony.” She gave a loud cackle, and Yvonne sniffed
deprecatingly.
“View?” she snapped. “You call Hancock a view?”
“S’better than looking into the alley,” retorted Mrs. Sansome with some
spirit. “Come, Suzanne. I’ll show you.”
They climbed the stairs, their footsteps echoing hollowly through the
building. Mrs. Sansome was breathing heavily by the time they reached
the third floor. Her stooped shoulders shrieked of years of drudgery
and her emaciated frame looked like it could blow away. Suzanne made a
mental note to talk to her landlady about her background; obviously she
was one of many poorer persons who supplemented their income by taking
care of apartments. Yes, that would be another aspect of her studies:
the exploitation of the poor by rich real estate tycoons. Detroit was
notorious for slum landlords, and while this building wasn’t exactly a
slum, it had obviously not been well cared for over the years.
“Well, here it is,” said Mrs. Sansome. “It ain’t elegant but it’s
clean.”
They walked into the living room, sparsely furnished with a well-worn
couch and chairs, a small desk and two lamps. Through a hallway Suzanne
glimpsed the kitchen and bathroom, and off one end of the living room
was a small alcove with a double bed.
“Same as ours,” said Yvonne. “Only cleaner, maybe.”
“Sure,” snapped Mrs. Sansome. “Yours was clean when you moved in.”
Yvonne snorted. “That was five years ago,” she said. “It hasn’t even
been painted since then.”
“No, and I wonder if it’s ever been cleaned,” retorted Mrs. Sansome.
Yvonne raised her eyebrows and glared. “Another crack like that and
I’ll report you to the Board of Health,” she said icily. She turned to
Suzanne. “Don’t mind us, dear. Mrs. Sansome and I have been friendly
enemies for years. She’s just jealous because I have more boyfriends
staying overnight than she does.”
Suzanne walked into the kitchen and looked around. The room was small,
and the stove very old, but there was an air of warmth about it that
appealed to her. She thought for a second of her father’s beautiful
home in Grosse Pointe, with the lavish display of built-in appliances,
formica counter tops, hand-rubbed cabinets and a brand-new dishwasher
and trash disposal. But that was his home. This apartment was going to
be hers; at least for a while. She turned to Mrs. Sansome with a smile.
“It looks fine,” she said. “I’ll start moving in right away. I have
some things in my car outside.”
Yvonne moved to the door. “See you later, darling. I have to get ready.
I have a date. ‘Bye now.”
Mrs. Sansome grinned, and turned back to Suzanne. “She’s a card,” she
said in a raspy voice, “but I like her. Oh, the rent’s payable in
advance. Eighty-five a month.”
Suzanne fumbled in her purse and took out her checkbook, wrote a check
quickly and handed it over.
“There.”
Mrs. Sansome handed over two keys, and walked downstairs with Suzanne.
In the lobby she paused and smiled. “You known Yvonne a long time?” she
asked curiously.
Suzanne nodded. “About a year,” she replied. “We met socially. Why?”
The old woman shrugged. “Nothing. You just seem a nicer type of girl
than she is, that’s all. Nothing against her, of course, you
understand. But I can tell you come from a nice family.”
Suzanne smiled. “Thank you. But I think Yvonne’s pretty nice, too, even
if she is a little rough at times.”
Mrs. Sansome nodded. “Most dykes are,” she said. “But then it takes all
types. See you, Suzanne.”
She waddled off down the hall, her body swaying beneath the weight of
the bucket and mop she carried. Suzanne stared after her, frowning.
Dykes. What did she mean by that? She’d never heard that word before.
Maybe it referred to the section of town where Yvonne had been born.
Like Hamtramack, where the Poles lived.
Brushing the thought from her mind, Suzanne walked out of the building
and down the steps to her MG parked at the sidewalk. She unlocked the
trunk and began unloading the boxes of things she had brought over. She
was busily stacking them on the sidewalk when she heard a voice.
“Hi. You moving into the neighborhood?”
She turned to see a young man standing behind her. He looked very
young, possibly not more than sixteen, she imagined, with a shock of
blond curly hair and an engaging smile on his face. He was dressed in
blue jeans and a torn T-shirt, and had no shoes.
“Yes, I am,” she replied.
“Here, let me help.”
He came forward, and started lifting one of the boxes. Suzanne
hesitated, then smiled.
“Thank you, that’s very kind. But it’s a long haul. I’m on the third
floor.”
“That’s okay,” said the young man. “I’m used to stairs. We live on the
fifth floor.”
“In this building?”
He laughed. “Oh, no, nothing as nice as this. We’re way up on Forest,
the other side of Third. Hey, what’s your name? Mine’s Donald.”
“I’m Suzanne,” she replied.
In silence they climbed up to the apartment and deposited their loads
on the floor of the living room. Donald stared around, then stood back,
looking at Suzanne with appreciative eyes.
“This sure is nice,” he said enviously. “I wish we had a nice place
like this.”
“You live with your folks?” asked Suzanne.
“Uh-huh. My mother and my older brother Ted. Say, I clean apartments
real cheap. You want me to help you up here?”
Suzanne laughed. “Well, let me think about it, okay? Maybe when I get
settled I’ll have some chores you can help with. What do you charge?”
He laughed. “Oh, not much. Maybe a dollar or so. I also run errands,
like to the store. I only charge fifty cents to go to the store.”
“Oh.” Suzanne realized she would be needing some milk, coffee and
sugar. “Donald, how about picking up some things for me now while I
finish unpacking?”
“Okay. I won’t charge you this time. Sort of a bonus for a new
customer.”
They both laughed, and Suzanne stared at him. He was really such an
appealing boy, with a fresh, innocent quality to his face. And he
seemed courteous and respectful, with no hint of the roughness that she
imagined would characterize a boy growing up in this neighborhood.
She made out a list, gave him a five-dollar bill, and he ran down the
stairs, whistling. Suzanne walked to the balcony of her apartment and
stared down at his figure, running quickly up Hancock Street and
disappearing from view. She turned back inside, humming to herself.
Only a half-hour in her new home, and already she’d met someone from
the neighborhood, someone that she knew would provide valuable research
for her social studies. Yes, she would certainly have to become better
acquainted with Donald and his family. They could be her first case
history.
With a sigh, she flopped into a chair and surveyed her new apartment.
She felt she was going to be very happy here. For the first time in her
life, she would have a place that was entirely her own. For a split
second, she wished Sam were there with her, and the sign on the door
read “Mr. and Mrs.” instead of merely “Suzanne Delacorte.” She made a
mental note to write to Sam that evening and tell him of her move.
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the testing

TESTING
The sun was now behind the last peak still covered in snow, in a few minutes it was dark. Mountain darkness comes quickly after sunset. I was returning home after being in town to get some supplies for the last two weeks that I still had to spend here before I return to town. I put nell’autoradio a tape of classical music that was always my loyal companion for travel and inspiration. By now there were a few corners and I would arrive when I saw him on the roadside which was hitchhiking. It seemed strange that someone asks you for passing on this road at this time and so I slowed down to allow time to better understand who they are. And I was thunderstruck. A boy, no young man between 25 and 28 years perhaps, with a nice clean face and short hair, but thick brown like his eyes. He had a backpack on his back and was dressed as a hiker. Yes, I said, this was happening, a hiker who asked for a ride. I stopped approaching a little ahead of him and watched him in the rearview mirror as he ran towards me.
– Hello … I’m going to Pontelungo sir, I would give him a ride sir? – Said sagging toward the car window. I watched him for a brief moment
– I’m also in that direction … all right I can take salt for a while —
I left by plane last journey as much as possible
– You know usually I do not usually give passages to unknown but you made me a good impression. Where are you from? —
– Milan, my name is Max e. .. thanks anyway I understand not to be trusted too much …
– Give me pure tu me feel not so old – I laughed – I still am called Joseph, please. You’re returning from a trip right? —
– Accurately, I was on top of the spur of the Taurus, a real grind —
– Eh I imagine – I said – I assume you’ll be hungry —
– To be honest, yes … as a wolf – he said, smiling. Had a beautiful smile I noticed
– Well if you like, you could hear Max eat something from me and then after dinner I’ll take you to Pontelungo —
He thought for a moment and then agreed – okay if not too much of a nuisance for you …- Joseph
– Oh figured, no disturbance on the contrary. You know I live alone and a bit of company every now and then I’m glad -.
I threw the hook, instinctively, as the real hunter and the prey was hooked immediately. Fantastic I said as I drove slowly towards the house enjoy the music. Now I was again inspired: this was a great opportunity to finally test Leonardina.
Arrived that it was dark. My house was the last house at the bottom left before the curve which then led down to Pontelungo. It was a little cabin in the alpine style with stone walls and sloping roof of wooden beams, with a small garden in front.
On the east side had built a small garage for the car. I parked and entered the house. Max put his backpack into and then followed me into the living room.
– If you take a shower down the hall is the bathroom. You’ll find everything you need, including bathrobes. Meanwhile I’ll make something to drink and then start to cook something – I said. I lit a small fire that was in the corner of the room and then went into the kitchen to prepare the drinks while Max was washing.
Uncorked a good Chianti and poured two glasses. In his later added a mixture of sleeping pills that I had already experienced other times, very effective mixed with alcohol and also quite rapid effect. Then I returned to the room, checked the fire in the fireplace and I relaxed in a chair waiting for him. I turned on the stereo. Bach, ideal for the evening I had planned. I closed my eyes drifting from note … here … the inspiration was coming … yes it was a wonderful idea … oh my god … Bach was a genius. The bathroom door that opened interrupted my thoughts. The boy had finished washing and was now there in the hall in front of me wrapped in my blue bathrobe.
– Max sit back, relax, drink some wine. Do you like wine? —
– Oh yes sure all right – it sat on the front and took his glass.
I watched as he drank. Was relaxed and seemed really at ease. I tried to think what would think of me, this whole situation and what he expected. I was almost sure that he will expect me to approach sex. Certainly, this is usually what would happen. Usually … but not this time. Tonight was totally different … very different. So there was no approach from me, but only amiable conversation. I asked him some of what he did in life every day, of who was waiting at home, of his excursions. Things like that … And while I sipped my wine and watching him ending his. Refilled his glass. At one point I saw that the sleeping pill began to take effect.
– It’s all right Max? – I asked
– Yes, I think I’m just very tired, you know it was a long walk … tiring —
– I believe you – I said, smiling – who knows what you’ll also have sore feet. If you like you massage them a bit before eating. Come closer and place it here – I said pointing to the armrest of his chair. The boy sat down beside me and put his bare feet where I had said. I began to massage the soles starting from the heel and back along the arch to the toes.
Max did have some beautiful feet I noticed. Small, a 41, well-groomed, short nails, plant close and slender fingers. Hardly seemed to even walk male. I kept rubbing the skin making him curl under the trees in those fine lines that I adored and meanwhile I watched him relax more … more and more.
mmm …. it’s great you are … … you’re doing very good sleep – he said as he closed his eyes. I went a couple of minutes then got up and went into the kitchen to pour more wine. When I returned to the room the boy was fast asleep. Now it’s gone I thought. We are, it’s time to get to work. I grabbed her arms and dragged him toward the bedroom. There, hidden behind a fake closet door was a door, closed. I opened it, turned on the light and dragged him inside. It was a grind. The boy weighed just some but I was not in better shape as before. I thought that maybe I should study another method of transport for the future. The room where we were had no windows, lit by neon lights from the ceiling. That was my secret room, the playroom prohibited. Except that I never used it. Tonight I would have opened. I had only one doubt: the Leonardina, even she had never been tested. The Leonardina was the main piece and in fact prevailed in the center of the room. Had cost me a ‘summer job but the result, even from the aesthetic point of view was magnificent. It consisted of a cross of St. Andrew Wood often. A form of X, was tilting, which could be either horizontal or vertical or with an intermediate angle of 45 degrees of tilt. The four arms could be adapted to the person opening them or closing them as needed. At the bottom of each of the four arms were fixed to the thick leather bracelets, however they could slide along the tracks. Indeed each of the bracelets was connected to a metal cable in turn connected to a gearbox. GEARS The four were linked to an electric motor that I could control via a small control box. With difficulty I managed to raise the boy and unwind on the cross that I had left locked in a horizontal position. He was still sleeping soundly. For a moment I was terrified of having exaggerated the sleeping pill and was dead, then I saw that ever breathed regularly. The slipped off the robe from under his back leaving him completely naked. Allineai the arms and legs along the axes of the cross and then stared at her wrists and ankles inside the bracelets. Now he was completely bound hand and foot. I stopped to watch him still asleep. I wanted to savor every moment, without losing anything. I watched her breathing, deep, regular, who is sleeping soundly. Max had a really nice body. I had guessed at once, but now so seeing him completely naked was different. Nude is revealed in all its beauty. He was a slender body and defined, typical of a boy his age, very athletic. Her beautiful feet I had the opportunity to appreciate them, and now see the rest. Finally decided it was time to wake him. With cold water and pat him I brought some reality.
– Welcome back among us young – I said, looking
– Where are … … but what are you doing … – was naturally somewhat confused over such a rude awakening, so I helped him to understand better.
– You are in my house Remember Max? But now, however we are no longer living but in my secret room. The playroom note. – I saw that the boy tried to move, tried to get up but obviously could not – still – I said – you can not get up. You are bound. I have to do know. A much more beautiful because you’re tied up and two because I need that is stationary. Absolutely still. Unfortunately, being sick, very sick, and it is also for this reason that I’ve had to tie.
– But … why – said the boy was beginning to understand what kind of trouble he had got – why are you doing this to me? —
– You want to know why? Why excites me a lot and because you are very beautiful, you have a perfect body for my tastes and what I’m going to ask you. – I said staring into his eyes. He looked at me terrified. – What do you want me you bastard! —
I liked the way she told me. It was not the usual plea for a great big doll but a tearful response from man. One with the balls I say.
– You’ll see once dear – and pressed a button on the control box commanding the mechanism of the cross. The motor to which were connected to cables of metal bangle set in motion by starting to roll around their wheels. Slowly the rope was passed to the ankles and wrists of the boy and his body began to tense even more. Slowly but inexorably. I turned off the switch only a little break before the limit of its tendons. He was screaming in pain he felt at the seams and joints. I stopped and stood to observe him carefully. Now he was possibly even more beautiful than before. Say a different beauty. Her naked body subjected to a tension so strong was shiny with sweat.
The thing that fascinated me was his torso. The rib cage subjected to the tension had been expanded and raised him and being further delineated this skinny all his ribs. I could see them one by one under the skin, protruding like blades. Wonderful. I ran my hand through his hairless chest with my fingers in the grooves of each of his ribs. In contrast to his chest was a flat belly. Indeed a basin. Stretched like a hammock between the last rib and the iliac bones of the pelvis. I watched as the kidnapped her belly bare, concave, flat, skin taut, and her beautiful navel in the middle round, protruding. Undoubtedly the Leonardina working well and a good body lean and hard as her giving the best results. The testing could be said to be made. Now I could proceed according to my plan for him. The only doubt was whether to devote a little more ‘even the soles of feet. I decided to be, after all it was worth it.
– Okay dear Max – I said – it’s time to begin —
I took a scalpel from a tray. I did so that he could see him and waited for his reaction that it was of sheer terror as I expected.
– No! No what you do! What do you want me damn! —
I smiled without answering, and I headed to the bottom of the cross, to her beautiful bare feet.
Have you ever heard of spank? Well if not I tell you. It is one thing they do in the world bdsm. In practice it means spanking. And what I did. Sculacciai the soles of the feet of Max, with his hands. First floor and then louder in a crescendo of excitement and enthusiasm. I stopped sweating and I went up to his face, close by.
– You liked my friend? – I asked looking into his eyes. He looked at me almost dumbfounded – but what do you do … but what the hell you have in mind …. The bastard will pay for all this, You shall pay dearly … oh-contact is very expensive. —
– Oh I do not think that will go well … I do not think-I smiled and went to a table in the corner of the room. On it lay a tray that contained some surgical instruments. I took some gaps and a scalpel. I went back to the boy and showed it to him. – Do you know what are these true? And you know what they are. Now you understand why I connected so in this position and so tense. I need that your torso is as exposed as possible and then you are totally immobilized.
The boy’s face lit up with terror when I finally understood what awaited him.
I approached him. One hand stroked his chest, feeling the relief of every one of his ribs very visible under the taut skin of his chest so unnaturally raised from the tension of the position. I ran my hand down to her belly. Her belly had become a hollow, the skin taut as a drum. The stroked feeling so excited. I appreciated the relief of his iliac crests as well visible at the bottom of the abdomen.
– You are wonderful Max said. -You have a gorgeous body. I am sure that within six equally beautiful –
I rested the tip of the scalpel at the base of her neck and began to cut, slowly, along the breastbone. The skin was opened with a disconcerting ease. He left little blood and it was immediately below the bone. Arrived at the bottom of the sternum continued to cut down down along the belly up to the pubic bone. Here too, the skin is cut with ease. Below you could see the muscles of the abdomen. Practically there was no fat, just skin and then muscle. My boyfriend was in shape. I paused a moment to observe his face. Was the contract in a grimace of pain. I passed the cut. This time I cut the muscles. Now she was really open. I put down the knife with both hands and opened the flaps of the wound, taking care to unstick the skin and muscles on the chest, baring the ribs. They were white, alternating with the red of the intercostal muscles. Even though I could not see nor his heart and his lungs even though his chest ventilated hours long. Fully opened also his belly. Was stunned by what I saw. I never thought that in a belly so thin he could stay there all that stuff. His guts were something fascinating. A skein gray-pink, long, all rolled up and compressed. Her belly was practically full of this sort of slimy cord. Had within yards of guts. I buried both hands between the loops of his intestines and started splashing around at the height of excitement. It grabbed her head and began to roll out the tangle of its slimy belly. Gradually it was emptying. He was still alive and awake and looked stunned as I was doing. – I knew that inside were beautiful – I said as I pulled out yards and yards of intestines. They were very long, it seemed that never end, it was unbelievable. Eventually he reached the stomach and then the liver, pancreas, spleen. In short his abdomen had been completely emptied. I looked at the boy, now dying because of bleeding. In a bucket placed under the table I had collected all his bowels. He looked at me one last time and then closed his eyes. Forever. The rest was finished to slaughter his body, cut into pieces and then dissolve it in the bin and delete all traces of acid. At the end of the day I was exhausted but very happy. The Leonardina had done his duty, had worked to perfection.

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Truth or Dare with Beth, part 2

It was morning and I was beginning to wake up. I noticed that I was waking up with some good, old fashioned morning wood and was trying to stay asleep to enjoy whatever dream was making me hard this morning. The dream felt so real, it felt as though someone was really stroking my cock. It was all so vivid. It definitely wasn’t my hand, it felt too small and soft. This was incredible, the best dream ever! Then it took a turn my sex dreams never took – I felt a strange feeling in my ass!
Suddenly I realized what was happening. I remembered that I wasn’t alone in bed. I remembered my friend Beth was visiting. I remembered she had found the strap on dildo last night in my apartment. I remembered that she had put it on during our game of Truth or Dare the night before and fucked my ass with it. And I remembered that she went to bed with it still on.
I turned my head to look behind me and see her. “Did you have fun last night?” she asked seductively.
“Of course I did. I always have fun with you.”
“Do you remember our new arrangement?”
“Not at all.”
“What is the new agreement then?” She wanted to hear me say it.
“You are the only one that can make dares now. I have to do anything you want. I am now your bitch for the weekend.”
Beth was rubbing her dildo through my ass crack. As I said those last words the stroking quickened. She was obviously turned on from hearing me say she was in control.
“Are you ready for another ass fucking then?”
“I am ready for anything you want me to do, Beth.”
Her left hand was still reaching around, stroking my cock as we both laid on our right sides. I felt the phallus slide through my cheeks a few more times before after one down stroke it stopped.
“Pull your cheeks apart!”
I reached my left hand back, grabbed my left cheek and pulled it up, giving Beth access to my ass hole. I felt the tip touch my brown hole and then slight pressure. I wanted to feel the cock back inside of me and I felt myself pushing back onto the strap on. Beth pushed forward, my ass relaxed and I felt the head split my crack and push in. She held it there for a second letting me adjust to my anal intruder and feel the round head before she began pushing in more.
Beth wasn’t taking her time being nice and slow while entering me like she had last night. Once she began pushing she just kept going. I felt every inch of the toy sliding past my sphincter muscle. I felt every “vein” of the cock as it slid into me. And then I felt the head pressing against my prostate.
“Oh fuck you are so deep inside of me!”
“I bet I can get it deeper. Would you like to feel me deeper inside your ass?” Beth hissed into my ear.
Without waiting for a reply, Beth took her hand from my cock, placed it on my hips and pushed forward as far as she possibly could. The dildo she was wearing pressed against me from the inside and felt like she was trying to push it through my stomach.
She pulled back and I again felt every ridge of the cock slide across me, just in reverse this time. As the cock began to almost exit me, I felt the pull of Beth’s hand on my hip as her waist moved forward again thrusting the rubber toy back into me. She picked up her pace, moving her hips back and forth, the toy sliding in and out. I loved every second of it. I felt so hard and soft at the same time sliding in and out of me. I could hear Beth breathing in my ear. Her lust was evident. She was loving the power of being on the fucking end of things for once.
“Fuck yeah, take my cock you little bitch! You like your ass filled, don’t you? You love feeling me fuck you deep!”
And I did! Each time she pushed it deep inside me I moaned like a bitch in heat. I never wanted her to take the tool out of me.
I felt Beth shift her weight to her left and made us both roll off of our right sides and onto our stomachs without ever removing the dildo from my ass. Beth’s weight was now on top of me. She moved up onto her elbows, pulled her knees up more and pushed deep inside of me again. In her new position, Beth had even more control and began grinding her pelvis into my ass. Each stroke went all the way out until just the tip was left inside me and then she slammed the entire length back into me.
My dick was pressed against the bed and each thrust also brought with it the pleasure of friction against my shaft. The new sensation was amazing and was making it hard not to cum. Beth seemed to read my mind.
“Don’t you fucking cum yet!” she demanded. “I have another dare planned for that. You let me know when you think you can’t hang on any longer. Until then, just keep enjoying me inside your ass!”
Beth was so worked up now that she couldn’t stop her dirty talk.
“You really love this thing inside of you, huh? I bet you are starting to wonder what a real cock would feel like inside your ass. Would you like that? I know I would like to watch it. That would be so hot, watching some guy ass fuck you!”
She didn’t wait for any answers, just kept turning herself on more with her talk. She was pounding my tight hole. Each thrust carried as much force as she could muster. The bed rocked into the wall each time she pushed it back inside of me. My bed was squeaking and I could only imagine what my downstairs neighbors were thinking!
It was all too much now. I couldn’t last much longer. The fucking had lasted at least 20 minutes and I needed to cum!
“I’m ready to cum, Beth.”
She pulled out of me in one long motion and stood on the bed.
“Roll onto your back. Good, now throw your legs back so you are doubled over with your ass in the air.”
I did as I was told. Beth moved above me, put one leg on each side of me, bent her knees and sunk the dildo back into my ass. She just resumed her fucking in this awkward position. She was sliding into me like a piston in a car engine. I also noticed how close my dick was to my face.
“Are you ready for your next dare?” she asked as she continued thrusting downward. “I dare you to open your mouth, cum on your own face and swallow as much as you can shoot into your mouth!”
Beth kept fucking me, the whole time looking straight down, not taking a chance to miss me giving myself a facial. Each thrust brought my cock closer to my mouth and I wondered if it were possible to give myself a blow job from this position. I was past the point of no return. I needed to cum. As I watched the sexy, slender red head above me repeatedly slam a strap on dildo into my ass, I opened my mouth and began to stroke my cock.
“Oh yes! You’re going to do this! Fuck yeah! Shoot your load all over your face! I want to watch you swallow your own cum so badly! Fucking cum for me!”
Beth’s comments were leaving her mouth as fast as her dildo was penetrating me. Then it happened. The first shot missed my mouth and made me flinch as it landed just below my left eye. I readjusted in time and the second shot landed right on my tongue. So did the second and third before the fourth and fifth missed again and coated my face. I was then done with shots of my load and just moved my cock back over my mouth to let the last few dribbles fall onto my waiting tongue.
“Don’t swallow yet!” Beth demanded as she pulled the dildo out of my ass and let my legs fall back to the bed. “Sit up and open wide!”
She reached over and grabbed her camera and snapped pictures of the sticky jizz in my mouth and on my face. “I am going to cum so hard when I masturbate to these back home! Ok, swallow now.”
I did as was told and felt the creamy mess slide down my throat. I then licked as much as I could off of my lips. Then Beth scooped as much of my spunk off of my chin as possible and fed it to me. Each time I swallowed my seed right down. Each time I enjoyed it more.
“Fuck that was hot!” exclaimed Beth. “Now, clean my dick off like a good little bitch. Taste the remnants of shit you left on my pole you dirty little whore!”
I got on my knees and took the dildo into my mouth and slid my mouth down the shaft, licking it as I went, tasting the muskiness of my own ass. Beth was looking down on me, enjoying treating me like her bitch as I sucked her cock. I felt her pushing farther with each thrust – Beth was trying to get me to deepthroat the rod. My throat began to relax and accommodate more and more of the intruder, just as my ass had done.
“That’s it,” she said approvingly. “Take me in your throat. You are becoming quite the cocksucker and fucker. You could really please some guys cock. I know you are pleasing mine. Now, open up and take it all!”
Beth reached her right hand around the back of my head and began to push as she slowly thrust her hips forward. The object met with resistance the back of my throat, but it was quickly obvious that she would not be pulling backward until she couldn’t push any farther. I began to consciously contort my throat muscles, trying to find a way to take the entire length. Beth began to increase the pressure on the back of my head. There was maybe a quarter inch left to go and Beth pushed my head and jabbed her hips forward and my lips were around the base of the toy – my nose touching her flat stomach. I had taken the entire thing. Since she had gotten it this far into my ass, too, I could taste dried shit every millimeter along the way.
“Look up at me! That’s good! Fuck, I think I can see the shape of it in your throat!”
Beth reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my camera and snapped a picture. She then proceeded to slide the dildo out of my mouth in half inch increments, taking a picture each time she stopped.
“Does this thing have a video function to it?” It did. And Beth found it. For being a small little camera it had surprisingly good video quality and it also recorded sound. She aimed the lens at herself and recorded an intro.
“Hi, this is Beth. I am making my little bitch boy Patrick suck my strap on dildo after I just fucked his ass good and deep with it. I hope you enjoy watching.”
She then trained the camera back down on me and told me to suck her good. I was a little uneasy about the camera, but I wasn’t going to disappoint! I grabbed her hips and pulled my mouth forward as far as possible making myself deepthroat her this time. That received some very positive commentary from her on the video as she kept a running dialogue of the entire event. I got into a good pace. The cock slid past my lips, into my mouth and down my throat. Then slid out of my throat, past my tongue and then the tip was on my lips.
I was sucking her nicely. My throat had adapted to the pole being pushed into it with each thrust and a good amount of saliva had built up acting as lube. But Beth wanted to put on a show for the camera, so she grabbed my head again and began thrusting. She was going all the way in each time, but was moving much faster. She was fucking my face. Saliva was flowing freely and I was drooling out of the sides of my mouth from her fucking. I felt so depraved and I loved it! Finally, Beth slammed her cock home into the back of my throat and instead of pulling back out as I expected, she left the member choking me. My eyes were bugging out of my head as I looked up at her, pleading her with my eyes to take it out and let me breath again. Beth loved it and she told the camera so. At last, she pulled the cock from my throat and my mouth completely. I gasped for air deeply, inhaling as much as possible!
Beth again turned the camera on herself saying, “Now THAT, my friends, is how you suck a cock! I hope you enjoyed watching my slut Patrick blow me!” And she turned the camera off.
“We need two things now,” declared Beth. “First, we need to find a web site to post this video and two, to record more!” And she bent over, kissed me deeply on the lips, and walked out of my bedroom to my computer, leaving me still on my knees. I couldn’t wait for more!

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My summer home

 This is my first story so the grammar won’t be perfect but I liked it none the less well here it is =]
Wrapping my arms tighter around me I shivered. Glancing around I wonder out loud 
“man where is he, he was suppose to be here an hour ago”
Shivering once more I decide to take my chances and walk. I Only live a mile or two from the bus stop I’ll be home before I know it. Pulling my iPod from my pocket I plug in my headphones. Looking threw the songs I’m undecided so with a sigh I give it a shake Korn’s Freak On A Leash starts buzzing happily in my ears. I nod my head along with the beat of the music. I see head lights behind me, jerking the buds from my ears . I listen hard holding my breath, I smile to myself when I here the loud bass coming from my step-brothers car.
“Amy, is that you ”
Ignoring him I keep walking I’m really not that mad at him I just like busting his balls 
“Amy come on please I’m sorry I was late I had to pick up Kyle.”
Hearing the name Kyle I stop, my face pailing  I think back to the last time I saw Kyle. We were only about 14, he wasnt always the nicest guy always an asshole, to everybody especially to me. During my younger years I was always kinda chubby, and a bit of a loner I moved to Florida to live with my dad when I was 14. When I was leaving I heard him tell my step- brother he was glad the whale was leaving . That summer and through the next year I thinned up, and muscled up some. my dad made   me learn how to fight ,hence the muscles . Grinning I turned to my brothers car seeing a cute little purple or maybe black VW Golf. Glancing up at the moon I shivered pulling the long dark trench coat around me tighter. I stepped off the curb reaching for the handle I pulled the Door open sliding in the front seat turning to glare at my brother.
“what on earth took so long it’s 35 degrees out side and you take your sweet time”
lowering his head sheepishly 
“sorry sis I got caught up in something ”
Reaching over I give him a tight hug . He sighs happily it’s a perfect moment,until an asshole in the back seat coughs annoyingly. Pulling away i pull the sun visor down looking in the mirror. Flicking my eyes up I gasp staring at me is the hottest man I have ever seen,and he’s grinning at me like a maniac.
“Amy, it’s been awhile hasn’t it”.
“Not nearly  long enough Kyle”. I  say as sweetly as I can muster
He grins,I slam the visor back up turning the radio up. I smile happily and start singing along with the song
” blood,blood,blood pump more threw my veins, shut you dirty dirty mouth I’m not that easy”
I bob my head,only for my happiness to interrupted again by the  annoying asshole.
“so Amy still for the dark side I see.”
“ohh Kyle still for the asshole side I see ” pushing at the back of my seat he says
“watch your mouth young lady,other wise I might have to put you over my knee”
My mind fills with dirty thoughts of kyle and me,I shudder and turn in my seat to see kyle grinning.
you wanna play Kyle fine I’ll play. 
Batting my thick eyelashes I say as seductivly as I can.
“don’t tease me baby”
A look of pure shock crosses his face,he’s speechless .winking one eye and blowing him a kiss I turn back in my seat smiling smugly. my brother Jake starts busting up laughing.
“alright dude you deserved that!”
Kyle grumbles from the back seat. We pull up to the house. I smile slightly my heart warming at the site it’s been so long. My mom comes running out of the house my step dad following.
“ohhh honey I’ve misses you so much ”
“I’ve missed you to mom”
She hugs me tight enough that my oxygen is slightly being cut off.  
“honey let go your killing her” my step dad rob cuts in. My mom stops hugging me and instead holds my hand. I step up and hug rob briefly with one arm.
“wheres my hug?” Kyle says pouting . I cringe but not wanting to up set my mom I step forward. He wraps his arms around me and I almost die, he smells amazing like chocolate cherries and mint.
His hands are sliding slowly up and down my back .
My brother starts coughing awkwardly and suddenly I remember who I’m hugging and step back. Blushing. Sighing  I grab my moms hand and pull her towards the front door of our 3 bedroom house. Nothing has changed and I love it I run upstairs to my bedroom and gasp. All my stuff is still there but pushed against the wall. Another bed sits in the middle of the room.hearing foot steps behind me and a hand on my shoulder.
“w..what happened to my room?”
“kyle has been staying with us dear he didn’t wanna sleep in jakes room so,we told him he can move up here ”
“but mom were do I sleep?”
“in your bed of course Kyle will be moving everything out tonight then the rooms all yours again ”
I nod my head. My mom walks back down stairs telling me to come on that dinners ready .
I sit at the table and Kyle sits next to me smiling .
Trying to ignore him I pickup my fork and dig in.
I’m enjoying my amazing turkey when Kyle bumps into me repeatedly.I glance over at him and he smiles and winks
He’s up to something I think but my thoughts  cut short as a flash of lightning cuts across the sky and the power goes out.
“ohhh no rob do something” my mom says worriedly
“Linda there’s nothing I can do I can go check the circuit breaker but i think we are going to have to sleep in the dark tonight.”
Rob gets up and goes downstairs to the basement only to return moments later shaking his head.
Mom gets up and searches for candles,coming back with only 3. She sets them up on the table lighting them glancing around at us.
Kyle breaks the silence saying slowly
“umm I cant move my stuff where am I going to sleep?”
Silence
Sighing my mother says sternly
“your going to sleep where you have been.”
You and Amy are just gonna have to deal with each other.”
I gasp “But mom……”
“no buts there isn’t any where else anybody can Go so  deal with it .”
Mom picks up her fork and starts eating every body follows.
I nibble at my food it taste amazing but I’m no longer hungry.
We finish dinner and mom starts cleaning up as more lightning and thunder attack in the sky.
I walk slowly upstairs aware that Kyle is following up behind me, I open my bedroom door and sigh .
Throwing all the crap off my bed I sit on the end and look towards the door where Kyle is leaning against the frame looking as sexy as ever.
“hi roomate” he says quietly .standing I walk to the bathroom grabbing my night cloths on the way out.
I mentally smack my self in the head, all I have is short shorts and a tiny tank top that’s a size to small , pulling it over my head I sigh it covers to only about an inch below my belly button  and makes my 36D breasts look huge mix that with my shorts and I look like a cheap hoe.
Having no other choice I walk back into my room Kyle lays on his bed in just a pair of boxers playing with his cellphone. I try walking by silently so he doesn’t notice me I’m almost to my bed when he sucks in a breath. I turn slowly and see him gaping at me his his jaw almost hitting his chest .
I look towards his boxers and see them rising slowly.
I jump in bed and wrap my self up in the covers feeling the heat rushing to my face
I stutter out a good night and close my eyes 
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Some time passes and I awake it’s still dark so I’m unsure what woke me I sit there thinking when a loud moan startles me. I open my eyes and look to Kyle. My eyes widen in disbelieve Kyles pulling on his hard cock.  Even In the dark I can see it’s huge 
“ohhhhhhhhh Amy mmmmmm”
My heart stops. I feel a tingle in my lower tummy 
I gasp then cringe closing my eyes I hope he didn’t here me.
“Amy” he whispers in the dark 
“Amy” he says a little louder. I grumble
“what”
“are you awake ”
“I am now ”
Throwing the covers off me I stand and stretch yawning. 
He hisses threw his teeth. With out looking at him I stumble to the bathroom flipping the switch. 
Powers still out great I think to my self .
Im in the bathroom when I hear another groan.
O my god he didn’t stop suddenly I don’t know what to do . 
Standing in front of the mirror I slip  a hand in my panties there soaked.
pulling my hand out the tips of my fingers hit my clit and I gasp and do it again a moan escaping my lips.
 I want him to take me. 
I decided i will have him.
 Walking out of the bathroom I stop at his bed hes staring up at me shocked . 
“Kyle can I sleep with you the window won’t close and it’s freezing” 
I shiver just to make it seem real 
Before he can answer I pull back the covers and slide in beside him curling up beside him. 
He doesn’t move an inch, his body frozen in it’s spot.
we lay like this for maybe 15 minutes before he assumes im asleep and slowly pulls on his rigid cock. I scoot closer to him and put my leg over his and put my head on his shoulder .
He groans and pulls the covers off of me staring at my body.
 A new flood of juices flows out of me and I whimper and push myself closer to him my crotch presses against his thigh
 .I can feel his warm leg on my pussy and I sigh. 
He grinds his leg against my pussy and pulls harder on his cock.
 I groan and flutter my eye lids.
 Looking up at him he looks down and stares in my eyes for moment before he grinds his leg on me again. 
I close my eyes and moan.
 Suddenly I’m under him I open my eyes in shock staring up at him. 
His face is pleading his eyes wide and lustful. 
I raise my hips and feel his hard cock against me I groan again .he reaches between us and slides his hand into my shorts I gasp as his hand makes contact with my burning pussy 
. I wrap my arms around him bringing his lips to mine.
 He kisses me gently his tongue pushing on my lips I open them as his tongue explores my mouth.
 I buck my hips again whimpering. 
He pulls back and smiles warmly down at me. He pulls me up and pulls my shirt over my head then unclasps my bra throwing it to the floor. 
He stares down at me hungrily I pull him back on top of me.
 He tugs at my pants and panties,I wiggle my hips helping him
 . He throws them on the floor and grabs my leg by my knee pushing it up towards my chest. 
He bucks forward and I gasp as the head of his cock brushes my pussy lips.
 He whimpers and looks down at me, I nod my head and pull his lips to mine.
  He Bucks forward one last time and hits his mark. his lips silences my scream .
 He jerks forward three more times before he’s bottomed out.
 My pussys burning and not in the good way.
My mind races” what was I thinking he’s to big, he’s going to rip  me in half” I lay motionless as he leans up and whispers in my ear.
” I’m sorry Amy, but I have to keep going I’ve wanted this for to long to back out now” 
he kisses my lips ” please don’t hold this against me” he begs
And pulls out slowly and thrusts back in. He groans loudly. 
The fire begins to fade as he keeps fucking me replaced by burning hot pleasure. 
I wrap my legs around his waist and bucks my hips up meeting  his thrusts.
 He keeps fucking me ,us both moaning and groaning.
 There’s a  building up in my lower belly I grab his head forcing his mouth on mine as the building continues suddenly the dam bursts and tears spring to my eyes as I gasp.
“ohhhhhhhhh fuck me Kyle do me harder”
He listens and goes harder and faster Im lost in the bliss thrashing around no longer having control over my body .
I’m barely aware of him bucking hard into me as he goes rigid whimpering loudly.
 Hot liquid fills my pussy to the brim.
 I open my eyes and see him panting above me his eyes closed tightly .
 I reach up and cup his face into my hand he tilts his head into me and opens his eyes and smiles down at me.
 He rolls over pulling me onto his chest his now soft dick pops out bringing a trail of our juices and my blood with it.
 He wraps his arms around me.
 I’m tired all of a sudden,
 he pulls the blankets around us. As the world fades around me growing darker I hear him utter three words 
“I love you ”
Before the darkness pulls me in
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The Dominating Anniversy Part 2 (The Girls Get Revenge)

Misty got up stairs and went to the bathroom to see her sister Summer and told her what happened and that John passed out and it was there turn and that she was pissed and he was going to pay for it. Misty asked Summer, what she had to humiliate John sexually with and make him suffer alot. Summer then grabbed Misty and took her to her bedroom and told her to sit down. Summer then went to her closet and pulled out a flat box. Summer told Misty this is a cage that we can put John in while he is it his ass, mouth, and dick would be exposed but nothing else and he wouldn’t be able to stroke his dick. Then Summer went under her bed and pulled out a red bag and started to pull things out saying what they were: handcuffs, rope, butt plugs, dildos, cock rings, gag and the best part strap-ons. That could get filled with a cum solution that Summer has 4 bottles of. Summer then went down stairs set of the cage quietly then pulled out an ironing board set it up in living room. with everything set up Summer went back up stairs and got the bottles of solution and put them in the bag with everything else and told Misty that she was ready whenever she was.
after about an hour when Misty was rested enough that she knew she could cum again without hurting…..Summer and Misty then went down stairs quietly and picked up John and bent him over the ironing board without his dick being on the board. Then Summer opened the bag an took a small piece of rope and tied it behind Johns balls and pulled it tight making sure he wouldn’t be able to cum. John start to wake up and Misty then grabbed the handcuffs out of the bag and handcuffed Johns hands under the ironing board so he couldn’t get free. John started to get mad but Misty then said “Cause you fucked me in the ass hard…hurting me…and then passed out I decided that I am going to start now…and go until I feel like stopping…” John eyes widen as Summer handed Misty a double headed dildo that was as long and as thick as his own dick. John opened his mouth to ask what’s she was going to do with that but right when he opened his mouth Misty forced 5 inches of it in his mouth and started to move it in and out his mouth sometimes making it go deep and making John gag. Summer was turned on by this and grabbed a vibrating cock ring out of the bag then slid it onto Johns dick down to the bass then turned it on making John twitch and turning him on fast revealing his 8.5 inch hard dick. Misty couldn’t take it anymore and got on the ironing board and put the other end of the dildo that wasn’t in John’s mouth inside her pussy and started to fuck it while moving the other end in and out of John’s mouth. Misty was getting closer to cumming then grabbed John’s head and pulled making him gag on the dildo as she was cumming. Misty calmed down then took the dildo out of John’s mouth and John yelled “Please let me cum I have to so b….” Then Summer put a gag on John shutting him up. you will only cum when we decide that you been good enough to until then you can’t Misty said smiling Summer then held John on the board and told Misty to get off and uncuff him Misty did that Summer pulled John close to her and then took the handcuffs off of Misty and cuffed Johns hands behind his back and made him sit on the floor. Misty then started to lick Summer’s nipples and playing with her slit making her even wetter than she was then Misty pushed Summer on the couch and started to gently bite from her tits down to her pussy. once Misty got there she spread Summer lips and put her tongue inside of Misty tasting her sister’s cum and shortly finding her g-spot and started to make circles around it and fingering her left and right “walls” with her fingers. Misty notice that Summer breathes was getting faster and starting to turn into gasp and the pulled her tongue out and replace it with 2 fingers then told John to “come here” John barley able to move cause of the cock ring making him harder on the verge of cumming rolled over to the girls right when he got there Summer grabbed his head and started to squirt all over his face. Misty then felt bad for John alittle so she loosened the rope that was behind his balls and right when she did John came letting out a massive load all over the rug. Misty took the cock ring off and when John finished cumming tightened the rope again so he couldn’t cum again. John fell on his back after cumming and Summer laid limply on the couch recovering from the one the best squirts she ever had. Misty now looking in the bag and decided it was time for a strap-on…she grabbed a bottle of the solution and a 10 inch long by 4 inch wide strap-on and walked over to Summer and ask how to fill it. Summer filled it up then Misty went back to the bag and grabbed another pair of handcuffs and the in a quick motion grabbed Summer and handcuffed her hands in front of her and then lifted her hands up above her head so she couldn’t move them. Misty said smiling “Now this is not a real dick so I am going to make you suck it” Summer wouldn’t open her mouth and the Misty said “It’s part of the rules now open your mouth or it will be worst…please sis I really want to and John is getting it to after you…” Summer then opened her mouth wide. Misty smiled and slowly push the tip of the strap-on inside her sister’s mouth then started to push further until she had half of it inside of her sister’s mouth. Misty then slowly started to thrust her hips moving the strap-on in and out of Summer’s mouth and then when Summer seemed comfortable Misty lost alittle control and started to get rougher and going further inside her sister’s mouth making her gag on the strap-on. Misty stopped to let her sister get her breath back and then said “I want you to open your throat I am going to push until you do…” Summer nodded scared Misty the pushed the strap-on inside Summer’s mouth hitting her throat and started to push gently until Summer’s throat finally opened and started to go deeper inside her mouth looking down Mist saw the strap-on inside her sister’s throat then pulled out being satisfied and went over to John took the gag off. Misty said “honey open up your mouth I got a present…” John opened his eyes seeing his wife with a strap-on started to freak out and opening his mouth just enough for Misty to force the strap-on into his mouth making him take 7 inches before gagging. Misty pulled out and then started to thrust fast and hard hitting John’s throat saying “this is pay back hope you enjoy…” John helplessly letting his wife fuck his face with a strap-on. When Misty got John’s throat to open she pushed all 10 inches inside his mouth making it go down his throat as Misty watched it not being able to control herself she pulled out and squeezed the balls on the strap-on and it started to shoot cum all over John’s face. Misty walked over to Summer and uncuffed her and said “get another big strap-on we are going to have fun covering John with all 4 bottles of cum.” Summer went in the bag and grabbed 2 bottle of the solution and gave them to Misty and then Summer grabbed a strap-on that was 11 inches long by 6 inches thick and filled it with the solution. Then picked John up and bent him over the ironing board again so that both Misty and Summer could fuck his ass and his face at the same time Summer then asked “would you like you take his ass first?” Misty said walking behind John “that would be a good idea…well honey let me show you why I hate anal…” Smiling Misty lined up the strap-on with John’s ass and started to push slowly until the tip of it was in John’s ass. He started to scream but Summer grabbed his head and pushed her strap-on in his mouth saying “this is what you get for cumming in my ass…” and started to roughly fuck John’s face. Misty began to push the strap-on further inside John’s ass until he had about 7 inches in then she forced the rest in his ass hard. Summer getting hornier by this started to fuck his face faster until John eventually passed out. Then both girls pulled out can came all over his body..,…

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Grandpa’s Journals: Peeping at My Grand Daughter’s Window, Part 2

The next day, being a Saturday, the four of us decided to head to the beach for a fun day of playing on the sandy shores of the small community that my daughter lived in. It was a beautifully warm winter’s day, about 75 degrees, with not a hint of a cloud in the sky. The Atlantic was too cold to go into unprotected so the grand daughters each wore their wet suits in anticipation of surfing one of the best wave breaks that Florida has to offer. But just as we were leaving, my daughter’s beeper went off calling her into surgery, so she asked me if I would take the girls to the beach as we had planned and she would meet us there later.
Taking two surf boards, boogie boards, umbrella and chairs plus a picnic basket full of goodies, the three of us headed out for a fun filled day at the beach. I watched from the vantage point of my chair under the shade of the umbrella as my two grand daughters caught wave after wave until the surf flattened out and forced them to come in for some refreshment. I had received a call from my daughter telling me that since she was already in there, she had volunteered to stay at the hospital to assist in another emergency surgery so would not be home until later that afternoon.
As we sat around, lounging in the beautiful weather that the day had afforded us and eating our lunch, the girls undid their tops to their wet suits by unzipping the fronts just enough to tell me that they had nothing on under them. My eyes went directly to Lori’s and I got a hint of a knowing smile from her lips as she slid down the zipper to a point much lower than she normally opened the wet suit. Melinda looked on but was oblivious to what was going on or why.
We waited for my daughter to join us at the beach but as it got later and later, I placed a call to her cell and was informed that she had worked all day and was headed back to their house to get some rest before going out on a date that evening. I told the girls that we were on our own for dinner so we decided on pizza at the local pie shop. Afterwards, we headed back home to an empty house.
Going back out to my 5th wheel, I noticed the light come on around the corner of the house, indicating Lori had entered her bedroom so my feet headed over there and as I cleared the corner, I saw my grand daughter standing at her window, opening it up to let the cool night air into the room. She still had on her wet suit and was walking towards the open door when I heard her call out to her younger sister. “Melinda, come on in to my room and chat with me.”
As my grand daughter stuck her head around the corner, she asked Lori, “What do you want to talk about?”
“Oh nothing in particular. It just seems that we never just talk anymore,” she said with a shrug.
Melinda pulled her head back and came around into view, sticking her arms back into her wet suit and pulling it onto her upper body. Reaching for the zipper to put it up, her older sister said, “It’s just me Melinda, you don’t have to cover up. Don’t you remember when we used to play with each other totally naked?”
A look of embarrassment came over the younger sibling as she dropped her hand from the zipper and walked into Lori’s room.
Lori stood up to remove her own suit over her shoulders and revealed to both of our sets eyes her young tender breasts. Melinda turned a instant color of red around her cheeks as she witnessed her older sister’s exposure and then her mouth dropped open when Lori continued to take off the wet suit disclosing that she was wearing nothing under it at all.
“LORI!” Melinda exclaimed. “You’re not wearing anything under your wet suit!”
“I know and it feels so refreshingly free,” Lori said stepping out of the tight leggings of the suit.
Glancing up to the open window, Melinda asked, “But aren’t you afraid someone will see you through the window?”
“Who’s going to be looking?” she answered.
“Well, anybody who happens to be out there. There’s the gate to the lake. Anybody could come up and open the gate,” Melinda tried to explain.
“Have you ever known of anybody using our gate?” Lori asked her sister.
“Well, no, but Grandpa Joe is out there now in his van and he might go down to the lake through the gate and maybe he could see in the window,” she said.
“Grandpa Joe? So what if he does see me. He’s our grandpa,” she said with a dismissive tone to her voice.
This seemed to answer Melinda’s objections as she was looking at her sister’s naked body. Lori went over to the mirror to brush out her hair as Melinda sat down on the end of the bed not knowing what to do with her sister’s unexpected desire to prance around totally nude. After a brief moment of silence, Lori dropped a bombshell on Melinda by asking, “Do you ever get horny?”
I could see Melinda’s expression change into one of pure shock and embarrassment as her mouth flew open and her eyes grew wide. “LORI? MY GOD! WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?” she asked an incredulous, shocked voice.
“I just wondered,” Lori answered, continuing the brush her long hair. “I know I do, don’t you?”
“Well, yes sometimes I guess, but I don’t go around talking about it,” she exclaimed.
“What do you do about it?” Lori asked another question.
“Lori?” she asked wondering how to answer her sister embarrassing questions.
“Well do you masturbate, you know touch yourself?” she asked looking right at her younger sister.
Melinda diverted her eyes away from her sister’s to look sheepishly down at her lap and then stated, “I know what masturbate means.” She hesitated for a moment then confessed, “Sometimes I do.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed about,” Lori commented. “God, I love to touch myself all over. Have you ever let a guy touch you?”
She again blushed at the question but answered it anyway. “I let Danny touch my boobies at the movies once. It felt so funny in my tummy and I think I would have liked for him to touch me more but after he placed his hand on my boob for a second and kissed me on the lips, he rammed his hand down on my crotch and tried to touch my pussy so I told him to stop. But he didn’t so I got up and left.”
“Boys,” said Lori with an exasperating tone in her voice. “I mean, my God, give them a little bit and all of a sudden they want the whole thing right now.” She thought for a moment and then told her sister, “Melinda stand up and come over here. Right here and look into the mirror.”
Melinda obeyed her sister’s instructions and walked over to where Lori had indicated. She then moved around behind her and placed her hands on Melinda’s shoulders. “Honey,” Lori started, “guys are such jerks. I think they think with their dicks. John just the other day asked me to suck his cock after a let him fondle my boobs. I mean, God, can you believe the nerve? I told him to “Go to hell” and left him hanging right there.”
She slowly moved her hands around front to the open zipper of her sister’s wet suit and gently started to open it out wide. Melinda suddenly tried to stop her sister’s advance with a “Lori? What are you doing?”
“I’m just want to see what Danny was touching that’s all,” she said as she continued to open up the lapels. As she slid it down over her shoulders, she exposed the reflection of Melinda’s beautiful mounds to my eyes as her own eyes grew wide with amazement.
“Lori?” she whined in a questioning way but offered no resistance. When Lori had extracted the wet suit down to her elbows, she reached around her sister and gently caressed her breasts with her soft touch. Melinda groaned as she closed her eyes and then repeated her question. “Lori what are you doing?”
“I’m touching your breasts,” she answered plainly. “How do you like it?”
“Oh God, it feels great but we shouldn’t be doing this,” she answered. “My God Lori, you’re my sister, what are we doing?”
“We’re just enjoying each other, that’s all,” she whispered into her ear. “We’re just enjoying each other. I’m enjoying touching your breasts. Are you enjoying having me touch them?”
“Uh huh,” Melinda muttered.
Lori was caressing both breasts with her full hands as she crushed them beneath her palms. Melinda was rolling her head from side to side with appreciation of the sensation that had been awakened in her. But when Lori moved her fingers down and pinched her nipples, she let out another loud moan from her open mouth and stuck her chest out to get the full affect of her fingers.
“Oh my God,” Melinda cooed. “Lori it feels so good down in my tummy,” she said with her chin pointing up to the sky.
Then Lori gave them one more pinch and then moved her hands down to the wet suit gathered around her sister’s waist and started to tug it off of Melinda’s slender hips. Melinda didn’t open her eyes but I detected a slight shift in her weight to aid in the removal. As Lori peeled it down over her hips and down her trim legs, Melinda opened her eyes to gaze at her sister’s kneeling body behind where she was standing and then placed her hand on her shoulder when Lori removed the suit over her feet.
Melinda was wearing the bottoms of her swim suit, a bikini cut, bright yellow suit that clung to her developing butt like a latex glove. When Lori placed her foot back down on the floor after removing it from the wet suit, she placed it a good two feet away from the other foot allowing a gap in between Melinda’s stance. The younger sister’s eyes were wide open as she looked into the mirror to Lori’s hands making their way back up the inside of her legs.
The further north they approached, the wider Melinda’s eyes got and when they were nearly touching the crotch of her bathing suit, she shuttered violently and let out with a loud cry of acceptance. Now her head was flying backwards as Lori made contact with the crotch of the bikini bottoms. Melinda’s knees buckled as she slammed them together, trapping her sister’s hand cradling her crotch. She reached down with her hand and grabbed Lori’s hand and just for a second tried to remove it from her sensitive area. But she must have known that she couldn’t because she suddenly placed her hand on top of her sister’s and began rubbing in between her legs as she voiced her acceptance.
I could see Lori’s hand rubbing up from behind Melinda’s wide spread legs on both sides of her pussy lips. Melinda was going wild with excitement as Lori’s hand became a blur. Then Lori regained her feet directly behind Melinda and moved her hand to the waistband of the swimming suit and pushing downward, inserting it directly onto her fleshy, hair covered pussy. Melinda screamed as she made contact with Lori’s hand but spread her legs even wider to allow it to enter her virginal vagina.
After a moment of lustful exploration, Lori whispered into her sister’s ear, “Let’s get rid of these bottoms so I can open you up.” She slid her other hand to the waist band and tugged it downward as Melinda’s knees made contact with each other. As the yellow swim suit made its way down my grand daughter’s hips, I saw for the first time the lightly colored pubic mound that was sticky wet with her juices. As it made its way down to the floor and she stepped out of them, Lori suddenly turned her around to sit on the bed and commanded her to lie down with her legs hanging over the bed.
Suddenly Lori was kneeling between her wide spread legs looking directly into her sister’s crotch. A greedy smile came over Lori’s face as she slowly reached out with her hand and touch the two puffy labia lips that were protecting Melinda’s treasures. Melinda raised her hips at the contact and as she settled them back down upon the bed, Lori ran her finger up to caress her little button, causing her hips to once again come flying off of the mattress.
“OH GOD!” Melinda screamed. “LORI WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?”
She was thrashing around, with Lori’s body from the shoulders up, separating her wide spread legs. Her crotch was vulnerable to Lori’s manual assault as the stimulus was driving her higher and higher. But when Lori bent in with her mouth to kiss Melinda right on her pussy lips, the younger grand daughter erupted into a gigantic release of violent contractions that shook the very foundations of her young life.
She was thrashing her hips around, trying to dislodge her sister’s head from between her legs but the more she threw herself into the eviction of it, the more and harder that Lori sucked on her clitoris. Melinda was going mad with desire as she gushed forth with her first real orgasm. She screamed, she cried, she begged and she cursed her sister to stop but at the same time she wanted to feel the release even more. But as she came down from the wonderful sensations that she had experienced, a strange, glowing feeling swept over her body, starting at her vaginal opening and encompassing every muscle of her tender young body. And when it had finally made its way to her brain, it melted her consciousness into a blissful slumber that she had not felt before in her entire life.
Lori’s head made its appearance up out of Melinda’s crotch. Her chin was glistening from the fluids escaping from her sister’s vagina and there was a grin on her face as she wiped them off. She suddenly looked up to the window to see me staring out of the corner of the open window. She smiled at me as I moved over into the light. I mouthed the words, “Thank you Lori,” as she continued to grin up at me. I had long ago pulled my cock out of my pants and had spattered my essence against the wall below her window. So I softly told her good night and walked back to my rig and poured myself a Captain and Coke. I’d need more than one this evening.
Try as I might, I couldn’t get the image of Lori making her younger sister climax in the most wondrous way imaginable out of my mind. That sight of my grand daughter’s head buried between my other grand daughter’s legs was burned into my memory forever. My God, what have I started?
The next day I left fairly early for a rendezvous with my old friends that I hang out with every winter down at the refreshment wagon on the beach. It is no where near where we went the day before so my appearance was a surprise to the entire group. We all told some lies about our adventures over the year since we had been together and the day flew by. Before I knew it, it was 4:30 in the afternoon and it was time to go home and fix myself something to eat.
While I was cleaning up from my dinner, my daughter stuck her head into my rig to invite me to come in and spend some time with her. This seemed rather odd to be summoned to the house and I got a sickening feeling in my gut about being caught peeping into her daughter’s bedroom window. But since I had no excuse, I followed her into the house to see what she had on her mind.
We sat around talking about most anything, drinking her booze for a change and just as she went in to refill our drinks, Lori made her way into the family room where we were sitting to tell me good night. As she reached over to give me a gentle kiss on the cheek, she whispered into my ear, “Did you enjoy last night seeing Melinda reach an orgasm?”
I looked shocked at her forthrightness and I cautioned her about being a little more discrete. She just laughed and said softly, “You should be out there tonight. I’ve got something special to show you.”
I groaned and told her that I had accepted this time with her mother and I didn’t know if I could get away. She shrugged her shoulders and whispered, “It’ll be your loss.” Then she turned to her room and disappeared down the hallway. “Good night Grandpa,” shouted Melinda coming into the room and giving me a big hug and a kiss. My hand went to her back and I would swear that I didn’t feel a bra strap under her shirt. A questioning look came over her face as she grinned at me in a shy little way.
“Good night Melinda,” I said with a quizzical look back at her. I wondered what that was all about.
Our talk continued into the night and as it turned out my daughter knew nothing of my peeping activities with her daughters. In fact, she wanted to tell me that she had met someone and had been seeing him for about a month or so. He was a pharmaceutical representative that she had known for quite some time and they had started dating. Now their relationship had grown into more intimate feelings for one another and she was asking me if I would mind being home on the evenings that they were together all night. She didn’t want to expose the girls to the idea of their mother sleeping with a man just yet so she was asking me to keep it between the two of us at least for now.
I was thrilled for her to finally meet another guy and I only hoped that she would make the right decision when to came to forming a meaningful relation. I gave her a hug and told her good night at about 10:30 and headed for my rig. I looked over to the corner of the house and the light was still on in Lori’s bedroom. My feet broke into a trot to get around the corner and take up my position behind the tree.
I peered around the tree through the open window into Lori’s bedroom. I saw nothing. She must be lying on her bed so I crept up slowly to the window, being very careful not to make a sound and as I approached, I heard a muffled squeal of enjoyment coming from just out of my sight. As I got closer to the window I peered over the edge of the window sill through the screen of the open window and almost cried out with what I saw.
The two young grand daughters were totally naked, lying on their backs breathing very heavily as if they had just consummated their love making. Melinda right knee was bent to one side and was placed under Lori’s separated leg. Their eyes were closed but the most erotic thing that I saw was the placement of each of their hands. Melinda’s fingers were twirling through Lori’s pubic hairs while Lori’s was rubbing on the inner thigh of her sister. Each were caressing the soft skin that they encountered with a delicate, soothing touch.
Melinda’s pubic hair sparsely covered the Pons area of her developing womanhood but I could still plainly see her two puffy labia lips. There seemed to be a slight sheen or glistening of fluids coming from between her legs like she had recently expelled her love fluids and as I looked at her closed eyes, I saw the wonderful look of someone in the thralls of a sexual afterglow.
As she moved her hand in a rotating fashion downward to spread onto to Lori’s pussy lips and her older sister reacted violently to the added stimulus. She clamped her legs together and turned towards the touch and then she suddenly opened her legs out wide and raised her hips up to press into Melinda’s hand. She gave off a muffled cry as she arched her back and drove her bare pussy into the returned pressure. She was wild with excitement as she craved her own consummation.
The younger grand daughter quickly rose to her knees as she switched to a position between Lori’s wide spread legs. As she bent over to place her face into the womanly smell, her small little breasts hung down freely and her tiny butt was sticking right up in the air. The sight was mesmerizingly beautiful as I started rubbing my now hard cock that I was removing my pants.
“Oh yes Melinda, you can do it. Just like I did it to you. Go ahead and lick my little clit,” Lori whispered.
Filled with encouragement, Melinda placed her tongue upon Lori’s hairy slit and poked it between the lips until it rested directly on her love button. Lori jerked and tossed her head as she tried not to scream out her emotions of lust. But as Melinda began to lick, Lori had to muffle her enjoyment by stuffing the pillow over her mouth.
Melinda, if this was her first time licking pussy, proved to be a natural because as she continued with her oral assault on Lori’s clit, she was inserting two fingers up into her wet little vagina. Lori had planted her heels into the mattress and was raising her hips into every insertion of Melinda driving fingers and was nearing a wonderful orgasm. Melinda’s other hand was fondling Lori’s breasts and pinching her nipples hard as she kept up the rapid pace of her insertions, Just as she hand grew tired and she didn’t know if she could keep this pace up much longer, Lori gulped in a lung full of air and raised her hips even higher into the air. Then let out a muffled scream into the pillow as she reached her climatic release and humped Melinda’s face and hand until she threw herself over on her side, begging for her to stop.
Melinda had built up her emotions into a near frantic state and needed her own release so she suddenly and with much difficulty, pried Lori’s legs apart and straddled her one leg and positioned herself so her crotch was pressed into Lori’s crotch and they were rubbing her pussies together. As Melinda gained the upper hand, Lori was going crazy from her repeated contact with her extremely sensitive node but she threw herself into the contact and suddenly demanded another, bigger orgasmic release.
They were both frantically rubbing, humping and ramming their two pussies together in a wild orgasmic dance and then in a brief second, they both erupted into a volcanic climax that must have awakened the neighbors much less their mother who was in bed at the other end of the house. Over and over they rocked into each other, driving out the last resemblance of sanity from their actions until Melinda finally went limp and fell down into Lori’s embrace and they each lay there panting.
I had made another deposit on the wall below the open window and as I stuffed it back into my pants, I slowly retreated back to my rig to fix myself double rum on the rocks. I felt like I needed it tonight after witnessing the most erotic display of emotions that I could ever imagine from my two young grand daughters. I wondered if it was an act just for my benefit or if it was real. Maybe it was both but I was totally shocked at the eroticism of this evening and I looked forward to my daughter’s upcoming secret rendezvous with her new boyfriend.
To Be Continued

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A Game of Basketball Pt. 4

This is part 4 of an ongoing series. I would read part 1 through 3 before reading this one. It involves lots of anal sex and blow jobs with a transgender girl topping a guy from the guy’s perspective. All characters involved with sex are of the age of 18. This story is based on true events that take place some time in the near future. I hope you enjoy.