She could remember the last few days of her last marriage. Her husband slapping, pinching, and punching at her like some bag hanging in a gym, causing marks and bruises and pain that no amount of makeup could cover. The trips to the doctor to make sure nothing was broken and the promises not to do it again that were. She vaguely remembered the final evening that signaled both a beginning and an end in the book of her life. She remembered the blows and the pain. She was not sure if she imagined the sounds of screaming from the man inflicting the pain, and the yelling of her son (not his as he frequently reminded her) and then nothing.

Her next memories were of pain in her head, left arm, and right leg like she had never experienced. She remembered waking up to a blurred world. She could make out a person sitting by her bed. When she finally could focus she could make out the form of her son sitting in a chair by her bed. He had his hand resting near her, as if to feel her every move. She noticed his left eye was blackened with a bruise that ran down his check, and his upper lip was swollen with a cut on it. She tried to move her arm to take his hand, and found it covered in a splint. “Jason.” she whispered. The sound of her voice made him wake with a start.

“Mom? Oh mom. Are you ok? I stopped him. I did. I am sorry I wasn’t there sooner.” The words tumbling out in a rush as he touched the fingers of her splinted arm. His eyes moistened as he laid his head on her stomach.

She reached across with her right arm and stroked his hair. “Oh baby, I will be ok. We will be ok. How bad did he hurt you?” Just then, the sound of a clearing throat made Jason sit up, and look towards the door. A man in a suit with a badge clipped to the front pocket stepped into the room. “Mrs. Dryden, I am Detective Watson. Just stopping in to see how you and your son are.”

Julie looked at the strange man standing by the foot of her bed. “Well I guess we are doing ok as far as I can tell.” she replied.” I guess things are still a blur. I am not even sure what time it is.” The detective pointed to a calendar hidden in the shadows of the room. “You have been out of it for about three days now. I have stopped in to check on you, and your son has been here the whole time. I would say he is keeping an eye on you too.”

“What happened to me? Not sure I remember it all.” she asked.

“Ummmmm, well you were attacked it appears by your husband. The crime scene indicated he had beaten you severely, and then tried to do the same to your son.” answered the detective. “Crime scene! Did I press charges against him? Is he in jail?” she asked.

The detective cleared his throat again and looked out the hospital room window.” In the course of defending himself against his and your attacker, your son struck your husband three times in the head with a bat. These blows caused a head injury serious enough to be fatal. In the course of my investigation I have determined that it was completely in self defense. There will be no charges filed on this matter.”

“You mean he is, I mean is he really…….?” Julie tried to get the words out. “Yes ma’am. He will never ever do this to you or your son again.” the detective replied. “Here is my card if you have any other questions. Take care and get well.” With that he turned, and left the mother and son alone again.

Julie turned and saw Jason staring at the wall. Many thoughts were running through her head, but much to her surprise, relief was the nicest thought of all. No more beatings. No more being forced to please a man whom she despised more than loved, and no more pain of the emotional kind either. “Jason.” she whispered. “Thank you. I love you son.” The room faded to black.

The next morning her doctor came in and told her she could go home. She would need some care at home for the simple fact that two broken limbs and all of the bruises would make caring for herself difficult for a few weeks. The problem was money was tight, and insurance was not part of the picture. “I will do it.” Jason said. “Do what?” asked the doctor. “I will take care of her. I can do it. I will do it.” and with that they were sent home.

While there was help at the hospital in getting Julie to the care, there was no such help waiting for them when they got home. After several attempts at trying to walk on the casted leg, Jason finally gave up and picked her up and carried her up the front porch stairs into the house. He tried to be gentle but the bruised areas on her ribs and chest throbbed as he clutched her tightly and carried her up the stairs. The house was a mess from the night of the beatings, so Jason laid Julie on the couch and went into her bedroom. He found clean sheets and pillow cases, and made her bed. It was not the neatest bed making ever, but it would pass. The son picked his mother off the couch, and placed her in the bed. He gave her some pain medicine to help her rest, and turned out the lights.

The next few days passed in a haze. Jason making instant soup and tea for meals, and making sure she was comfortable. Then Julie could not take the lack of a shower or bath any longer. She stared at the ceiling in her bedroom trying to figure out the logistics of bathing with two casts preventing her from a shower or her ultimate favor of soaking in the tub. She realized that Jason would have to get her set up to at least wash her self. Maybe she could get him to help her wash her hair. She called out to her son to come into her room. “I can’t stand not being clean Jason. I think I can wash myself up if you get me to the bathroom. I might need your help washing my hair. I would feel so much better if I could wash.”

Jason sat looking at his mom. “What do I need to do mom?”

“If you could run some warm water in the sink, and put some clean clothes in the bathroom, I think I can do it. You can wash my hair when I get the rest of me cleaned up,” she answered.

Jason gathered up the clothes and ran the water. He picked up his mother, and carried her into the bathroom. She sat on a chair that Jason brought in. Jason turned to leave and said, “Yell if you need anything mom.”

Julie slipped the sweatpants off and panties she was wearing thinking no problem. The sweatshirt proved to be more difficult one handed. She was too sore to get the shirt over her head one handed. She sat there racking her brain on how to undress, and then redress with only one good arm, and the pain that made it hard to lift that good arm above her head. Finally, she called for her son. “Yeah mom?” Jason answered at the doorway.

Julie had the towel positioned over her thighs, and turned her back to her son. “I can’t get this shirt off. I need your help. If I turn like this, I think you can help me slip it off.”

“No problem mom,” he said as he leaned over and slowly and gently pulled the heavy shirt over her head. The image of his mother’s breasts burned in his eyes. He was a young man, and at that point there was no mother sitting with her back to him, only a woman with exposed breasts.

“Is there a problem Jason?” Julie asked.

“Ummm, no mom. Just want to be careful,” he choked out. He slowly finished pulling the shirt off the good arm, and then the arm with the cast. The entire time he finished taking of the shirt he could not stop staring at the pink erect nipples easily seen over his mother’s shoulders. He stepped back away with her shirt. He had it near his waist to cover his reaction to seeing his mom exposed that way.

“Ok hun. I will wash up. I’ll call when I am ready for my hair.” Julie said.

Jason backed out of the room. His heart racing, and his face flushed. There were magazines and a few dates, but nothing in his young life had ever looked as good as his mother’s breasts. He ran to the refrigerator, pulling out the water and taking a long drink. He could hear his heart beat in his ears, and feel the throbbing in his groin. He was at a loss as to how to stop this rush of feelings. He was not sure he could go back in there, and even hold the shampoo to wash her hair, or even find a voice to speak.

Julie could not ever remember when water felt so good. Even out of a sink, it seemed to strip away the pain along with the sweat acquired over the last few days. She let the water run down her neck and over her breasts, careful to keep both casts clear of the water. She knew she was making the floor wet, but at that moment it was a problem for later. She could have sat there for hours enjoying the water, but knew Jason was waiting for her to have him wash her hair. She quickly dried off, and stood up. Turning the chair so the back was to the sink, she arranged the towels to cover herself, and called for Jason.

Jason slowly opened the door, his eyes avoiding even looking at his mother. He knew one peek, and his thoughts would be written all over his face. “Are you sure you want me to do this mom?” Julie gave an exaggerated look around and said,”Well, it appears my personal hairdresser has the night off. I guess it will have to be you.”

Julie leaned her head back over the sink with her good arm keeping her towel over her chest. “Just pour the water back over my hair. It will take a few pitchers to get it all wet.” With those words Jason ran water into the pitcher. As the first drops hit her hair, Julie gasped, “Cold. Way too cold.” Jason ran some warmer water in the pitcher. He had Julie test it, and it met her approval. As her hand dipped in the pitcher, the towel covering her breasts slipped, and there they were again. Jason felt the tremor in his hand as he poured the water over his mother’s hair. He noticed that she had not replaced the towel. Another pitcher, and then another and Julie announced her hair wet enough to shampoo. He applied the shampoo to her hair, not knowing how much should go on. He started to run his hands through her hair. Bringing the long strands up to get the shampoo on them. His fingers rubbed her scalp. Had anything felt so good? Julie could not remember what it would be.

Jason looked down at the breasts that had captivated his attention. The nipples were hard, and he could not ever remember seeing any that were so big. It did not help that Julie was telling him how good it felt to have him rub her scalp, and also letting out an occasional moan. He was hard now. Harder than any time ever in his life, and his cock and hands now had minds of their own. He so wanted to rub the tip of his finger over one of those nipples.

“Jason!” he heard Julie say.

“I’m sorry mom. I mean I …….” The words drifting away.

“I said are you going to rinse it out or keep rubbing all day!”

Jason quickly leaned over and picked up the pitcher. Julie instantly felt the swollen cock press against her shoulder. She was shocked, and then realized she had been exposed to her son the entire time he washed her hair. She quickly pulled the towel up to cover herself. Jason had not noticed the fact that he had pressed against his mother. He was focused on filling the pitcher to rinse her hair. He straightened up and again brushed her shoulder. Julie leaned back and let the water run through her hair, as thoughts of her son’s reaction to her ran through her mind. The water felt good running through her hair, and finally Julie decided that it was just a coincidence that her son was reacting to her in such a way. He was her son after all. No son thought of their mother as a sex object. He has all of those high school girls to look at. He could not possibly be excited by her. No man had viewed her as anything other than an object to be used for a long time. There had to be some other reason for his “condition.”

“Ok mom. I think I got the shampoo out. You have a lot of hair there,” Jason said as he sat the pitcher down. “How do you dry all of that?” He had grabbed a dry towel out of the cabinet and was holding it out for Julie to take. “I usually wrap it in a towel and then brush it when it is about dry.”  Jason had no idea how to wrap hair in a towel, but after some instruction from his mother, managed to get the towel to sit on her head. “Help me move to the couch. I am tired of this hard chair.”  Jason scooped her up, and carried her to the living room. Julie tried to keep covered as he carried her. “Can you get me a blanket hun? I am so cold.”

Jason went to Julie’s room and took a blanket off the bed. He wrapped her up in it, and went in to clean up the bathroom. The memory of being able to see his mother without a top continued to blaze in his mind. He wondered what it would be like to touch her breasts or even better take a nipple in his mouth. His cock responded with the same hardness as actually seeing her breasts. Knowing that his mom was on the couch, Jason unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down. Sitting on the chair his mother did, he stroked his cock fast and hard. His cum shot out like a rope into the towels on his lap as he milked every drop out as if to savor the moment, and the image of his mother. He was brought back to reality by the sound of his mother’s voice asking him to bring her a hair brush. Quickly zipping his pants, Jason brought in a brush.

“Jason, you are going to have to brush my hair. I can’t get my arm up that high.” Jason sat the towels he had carried with the brush down, and started brushing her hair. She loved having her hair brushed. As she leaned her head forward for him to brush all the way to the bottom of her hair, she saw what was on the towels he sat down. Her boy had cum all over the towels. She flushed at the thought, and had a vision of him stroking his cock, that left her tingling in places that had not tingled in months. “Oh you are so hired to brush my hair Jason,” she commented as she continued to think of her son and his cock.

“I don’t know mom, this hair is too much like work.” He responded. He looked down and saw that the blanket had opened, and the towel had slipped again. Her nipples appeared even bigger, and she was red on her neck and chest.  As he brought the brush up to start at the top, it slipped from his hands into her lap. He reached down to get it, His arm coming into contact with an exposed nipple. Julie gasped. “Sorry mom. I didn’t , well you know mean to touch you there,” Jason stammered. “It’s ok baby keep brushing my hair. You do that so nice,” she replied and didn’t attempt to cover her self up.

The touch of her nipple was electric, and Julie felt the heat rise in her pussy. Her clit had gotten hard from the touch, and she could feel the dampness as well. It felt good to know that her body could still turn on someone. She was used to being used and not loved. Jason continued to brush her hair slowly. He was no longer looking at her hair though. He stared at her hard nipples, could hear her breathing begin to speed up, and see the flush growing across her chest. His cock was pushing against his jeans, straining to get out. Finally, he could stand it no more. He reached down and rubbed a finger across her nipple. Julie moaned, but did not tell him to stop. He took the nipple between his fingers, and gently tugged on it. He rolled it between his fingers, and felt it harder even more. His breath was now on her neck, and it was making her even more turned on. She heard the brush hit the floor, and sensed him moving. All of the sudden a warm moist set of lips were on her. She gasped and arched up to push her nipple deeper into his mouth. “Suck it baby. Suck it hard,” she whispered.

Jason needed no encouragement as his free hand found her other breast. Sucking hard and getting harder by the second, he wanted to touch Julie all over. His hand broke contact with her breasts, and moved downward. He found the towel in her lap, and pushed it aside. His hands found the soft fluff of hair, and slid past it. He could feel the heat of her pussy, and his fingers brushed against her clit. Julie spread her legs, allowing him better access. Her outer lips were wet, and his finger entered her easily. He took his moistened finger, and started making circles on her clit. “That’s it baby. A little faster,” Julie whispered.

Jason sucked hard on her nipple as his finger picked up speed on her clit. Julie was moaning, breathing faster, and lifting her hips to meet the finger working on her clit. “Oh god baby! I am gonna cum.. Faster. Please faster!” she hissed.

The orgasm was powerful. As much a result of the pent up emotions of the last few weeks, as the work of her son. Julie let out a long moan. Her toes curling, and her hand over his on her clit. She could not remember the last time she had cum like that. It encompassed her entire body. “Oh baby, that was so good. Oh so good.”

Jason took his mouth off of his mothers nipple, and they sought out her lips. Gentle at first, but then harder with tongues touching and exploring each others mouth. With her good hand Julie felt for the hardness in her son. She could feel the outline of it with her fingers.”Take me to bed baby. Lose those pants,” she panted.

Still kissing her, Jason lifted Julie off the bed, and carried her towards her room. All the towels and the blanket had fallen off, and they kissed intensely. He laid her down on the bed he had remade for her. She watched him unbutton his jeans, and followed their path to the floor. She looked at his hardness, and knew without a doubt she wanted it in her. He crawled up on the bed, positioning himself to enter her. She took his cock in her hand, and stroked it gently. “Let me help you get in baby,” she said. He lowered himself toward the soaked pussy of his mother, feeling the heat at the opening. She guided him in, and he pushed in slowly. The warmth and wetness were like nothing he could have imagined. “That’s it baby. You feel so good in me,” she moaned. “Move slowly at first baby.”

Jason began moving slowly, but knew he could not keep it slow for long. He began going faster and faster. The heat rising, and the wetness increasing where he could hear it as he pumped in and out. “Oh baby. That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me,” Julie panted. Jason knew he was close. “Faster. Faster. Oh my god!” Jason came in waves. Each spurt into his mother’s pussy consumed him. Never had anything felt so good. Julie pulled him deep inside of her. Holding them together as he filled her with his cum. He stayed in her even after he finished. She ran her fingers over his back. “So nice baby,” as she held him close.

Jason rolled off and lay by his mother. He said nothing.” Are you ok babe?” Julie asked. “Mom, that was like nothing I have ever imagined. It felt so good. You feel so good,” he replied. “You didn’t feel too bad yourself young man,” she answered as she nudged him with her arm.

Julie finished off her glass of tea, smiling at the memories of their first time together. It was hard to believe it had been 8 weeks since that night. A lot had happened in that time. They slept together now. She had denied her son nothing in terms of sex. They had made love every day; he had talked her into shaving for him. Her hands reached down and felt the smooth. He liked shaving her there. She liked him shaving there. Life was better than it had been in a long time, and she felt no guilt or shame at loving her son as she has.

She picked up the glass, stood up and turned her back towards the night, and headed in to her bed and her son.

 "Wow, youre home early", David, her father said, startling Christina.  How could she pull off being so drunk in front of her own father.  If she could play it off, wonderful, but if she couldnt, she had to come up with an excuse soon. 

 "Hey Daddy", She said, "This is when I always get home".  He stood behind the couch watching her, knowing good and well what was running through her mind.  The school had called him at work to notify him of his daughters absence from the better half of a day from school.

 "What did you do today?" He asked, hoping for the truth, but knowing that it wouldnt come. 

 "Nothing really, just boring schoolwork"

 "Really, you didnt do anything interesting today?"

 "Besides me turning 16... no, not really"

 Annoyed with her insolence, He finally broke.  "The school called me today at work.  You have any idea what they told me?"

 "Umm... no daddy, not really, what?", She asked, scared of what was to come. 

 Angry, He spoke harshly, "You know damned well what they told me. Now you want to give me a fucking good reason why you skipped half a fucking day of school?"

 "Umm... uhh.. I dont know daddy"

 "Thats a wrong fucking answer Christina.  Look at you, sitting there like a perfect little angel.  And you have some nerve to come home drunk as hell after skipping school, I can smell the liquor on your breath from here."

 She knew that she had been caught.  She sat up and bent forward, her elbows on her knees, trying to hang her head in shame. "But.. but... its my birthday daddy"

 "Thats no fucking reason to skip school and get plastered with your little friends.  Youre only fucking 16, you have 5 more goddamned years until you can drink.  Do you have any idea what would have happened if someone else saw you like this, someone who didnt give a damn about you?? Huh?? Stand up and face me when Im talking to you dammit"
 
 She stood up slowly, shaking from the booze messing with her young mind.  "Yes Sir?"  She folded her hands in front of her and stood as straight as she could.  He walked closer to her, within arms reach.  Fearing his anger, she flinched, wary of a slap to the face. 

 "What.. you think im going to fucking hit you?.. Im not a child abuser"  He said as he stood firm in front of his young trembling daughter.  Sit your ass down now, we need to have a little 'chat'". 

 She sat down on the couch, and he sat on the coffee table edge in front of her.  He grasped the sides of her head, forcing her to look into his eyes.  "Youre so fucking lucky your mom isnt here.  She would ship your ass off to a private school in a heartbeat.  Im not that mean however" He stated while glaring at her.  She sighed with relief.  "But theres no fucking way that youre going to get away with this without some punishment.  Now go to your fucking room, Ill be in there in a minute to deal with you."

 She stumbled to her room, holding onto the walls for support.  He waited for her to get to her room, the opening and closing of the door signaled that he was in the clear.  He walked to the front door, locked it.  Walked to the windows, and closed the blinds.  Little did Christina know, but her father had a lot more in store for her than just a simple grounding. 

 Her father and her mother had been divorced since she was a kid.  Her father had no marraiges since, not even a girlfriend.  He had been waiting for this day for years.  The phones had been disconnected before Christina got home from school, the school was notified that Christina was to be moved to a different school.  With no phone, and no outside contact, noone was going to be able to know of her whereabouts.  He grasped a black bag from the corner of the room, and walked to Christina's room, ready to dish out the punishment necessary. 

 Christina lay on her queensized bed, her eyes closed, spread out.  "Sit the hell up" He barked at her.  She sat up to face him, a serious look in his eyes seemed to burn holes in her.  "Theres no way youre getting off with this.  Ive put up with your meaningless bullshit for years, and quite frankly, Im fucking tired of it.  There is NO way that you will ever do anything like that again."  She shook from sheer fright from his words, the liquor fogging her mind, she thought a simple spanking was in store for her. 

 "Take your clothes off, Im going to do something that I should have done a long time ago".

 She seemed to pause, her father commanding her to strip off her clothes seemed strange. 

 "Do it NOW dammit, dont make me ask you again"

 She did as she was told, slowly removing her tshirt.  Her white cotton bra masked her young breasts.  She slid off her shoes and socks, then her skirt.  The only thing keeping her concealed was  a few square inches of cloth. 

 "ALL OF IT"

 Christina fumbled with her bra clasp, removing her bra and covering up her breasts with one hand.  Her breasts covered, she slid off her white panties with the other, holding her legs tightly togther and covering her crotch with the other hand.  She sat on the edge of the bed, trembling out of fear, naked, her father before her holding a black bag. 

 "Now lets get something perfectly clear Christina, You will do as i say when I say, and do not question me, or you will regret it.  Understand?"

 She shook her head yes.

 "Turn around" He commanded.

 She stood up and turned around, her arms dropping to her sides, for her tender parts were now out of his view.  He watched as her curves lightened in the sunlight.  He reached into the strange bag, and pulled out a piece of metal which Christina could clearly hear clanging together. 

 The rachet sound of a handcuff eminated as her left hand was cuffed.  They were padded leather cuffs, but the sound, and knowing what they were, scared Christina to death.  She started to turn around, before her father grasped her shoulders and held her still.  The other hand was cuffed, and he turned her around to face him. 

 "What are you doing daddy??" she whimpered, tears of fright forming in her eyes.

 "Im going to teach you some respect". He said, his eyes staring at hers, not at her tender young body, unexposed and shaking. 

 "You have no concept of respect Christina," Her father said to her sharply, "none whatsoever.  After Im done with you, you will truly know how to show someone of authority the dignity they deserve."  Pushing her on the bed, her hands captive under her rump.  He stood before her, "This is all for the best Christina, It needs to be done.  Im only doing this because I love you, and you will soon understand what i mean by that."

 He bent down to her, kissing her cheek softly, the first non-agressive sign he had given her all day.  Her state still scared the hell out of her, She feared her predicament, she feared her punishment, but most of all, she feared what her father was going to do to her."

 "Stand up" Her father commanded as he watched his teenage daughet struggle to stand without the aid of her hands.  He grabbed her waist and pulled her.  Handing her the black bag behind her back, which she grasp with both hands, he motioned her to follow. 

 "Take a good look at your room Christina, this is the last time youll see it in a long time".

 She looked around at her room, her bed, her dresser, her freshly removed clothes wadded up on the floor. She turned to her father and followed him.  He led her, turning around periodically to make sure she was obeying, through the hallway, and up the stairs.  She knew where he was taking her, a place where she hadnt been since her mother lived with them.  He was taking her to his room. 

 His room was significantly larger than hers, sporting a king sized bed with large, almost gothic, pillars on its corners.  Except for the bed and a dresser, His room was devoid of all furniture.  The carpet was cept imaculately clean, the bed was made, and nothing was out of order.  He motioned for her to move to the bed.  The sun now turned her beads of sweat into tiny prisms, giving her an almost angelic glow.  She stood at the end of his bed, looking around.  He stood behind her. 

 "Notice anything?" He asked

 "No daddy", her voice quivering.

 He stepped beside her, pointing at one of the posts by the headboard.  There was a chain, something almost fit for a dog, attached securely with a padlock to the sturdy wooden pillar.  The stainless steel chain lay curled up on the head of the bed, tipped off with a leather collar, also padlocked to it. 

 He removed her handcuffs, and instinctively she rubbed her wrists.  "Lay on your back on the bed" He said to her in a calm, almost soothing voice.  She did as commanded, laying on her back in the middle of his huge bed.  He knelt on the bed before her, and slowly spread her legs a bit.  The bright firey pubic hair which seemed to bush out from her crotch caught his eye.  He had thought for sure that every girl her age had shaved, but his own daughter proved him wrong.  He rubbed her soft pubes with one hand before bracing himself over her.  She had feared this, she had feared being taken by her father, being ravaged.  He bent down to her soft cheek, and whispered softly into her ear.  "I am going to make you mine Christina."  He moved to the side of her, unlocked the collar from the chain, and gave it to Christina. 

 "Put this on Christina."

 "Please dont do this daddy... please", tears now streaming from her cheeks onto her fathers bed

 "What did I say about not doing as youre told Christina?  That was your one and only excused disobedience that I will allow, all further will be strictly punished."

 She slowly attached the collar around her neck.  The thich leather fit her perfectly.  Holding it closed, her father attached the padlock to the clasp. 

 "You are now mine Christina, you are now my little girl.  I hold your very life in my hands, and I will teach you how to be a true woman."

 She lay there, on his bed, motionless, the severity of her situation sobering her up.  A thousand rampant thoughts ran though her head.  What lay in store for her? What was her father going to do to her?

 He sat up before her, grabbing the mystious black bag.  He motined for her to sit up as well.  They both sat indian style on the edge of the bed, facing each other.  The contents were dumped out onto the bed, and the mere sight of the objects made Christina bawl with fright. 

 Dildos, Butt plugs, Anal Beads, various gags, rope, duct tape, a small package of needles, clothes pins.  These were merely the top of the pile.  She turned her head, crying harder than ever.  She had no intention of looking upon the devices which she feared her father was to use on her. 

 "Happy Birthday Baby"

 Only sobs came from Christinas lips.

 "I said happy birthday Baby"

 she sniffled... turning to her father, "What did I do wrong?"

 "See Baby, this is what Im talking about, you show no respect".  He grabbed a rubber ball gag from the pile and held it before her to look at.  Holding each end, he slowly and carefully moved the gag closer to her mouth.  She moved back. 

 "tsk tsk tsk Baby... I thought you had more respect in you than that.  Now I have to force you".  He grasped her tiny body, pushing her against the matress.  Holding her down, he forced the ball into her mouth, and closed the clasp around the back of her bright red hair.  She began to drool almost instantaneously from the corners of her mouth.  He wiped them off with a rag, and sat her back up. 

 "See Baby, If youre good, then youll be treated good.  If you act bad, then... i think you know what happens then."  He pulled her head closer slowly and tenderly kissed her forehead.  She didnt move a muscle, her legs and arms limp at her sides. 

 "Do you want that gag off Baby?" He asked sincerely

 She nodded yes

 "You going to be a good baby for daddy?"

 She nodded Yes

 He nodded, and she removed the gag herself. 

 "Lets get one thing straight Christina.  I love you more than anything.  And Im only doing this for your own good. "

 She tried to resist, but knew what her father wanted to hear.  "I love you too Daddy"

 "Good baby, good... " He kissed her cheek again.  "Now Im going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer them honestly"

 "Ok daddy".. her tears and sobbing were almost gone

 "Have you ever been with a boy before baby?"

 Embarassed, she lowered her head and shook no.

 "Baby, look at me when you answer"

 "Yes Daddy" She answered, raising her head up, and pushing her red locks out of her face.

 "Have you ever masturbated before?"

 "Yes Daddy, I have"

 "Good, now one more important question: Have you ever had an orgasm?"

 she studdered.. "Uh... i really dont know daddy.. uhh.. maybe... i dont know"

 "Very well", her father answered, giving her a loving smile, which seemed to brighten up her expression. 

 "Dont Worry baby, Im not going to hurt you.  I will only punish you if you deserve it"

 "Ok Daddy"

 He stretched out his hand for hers, and stood up, pulling her up to her feet.  "We need to get you cleaned up Baby"

 "Ok Daddy"

 "Go into my bathroom, Ill be in there in a minute"

 She slowly walked to the bathroom.  She gently tugged at her collar.

 "Its not going to come off Baby, so dont even try"

 She turned the corner into the bathroom and sat silently on the toilet, pondering her future. 
 Her father walked in minutes later, Christina looked up at him.  "I just want to make sure that youre perfectly clean for me Baby"

 "Im clean Daddy, I promise"

 "You may be clean enough for you Baby, but youre not clean enough for me.  Now I want you to get on all fours in the bathtub facing away from me. She did as she was told, moving the shower curtain aside, she noticed a tube securely attached to the bathroom faucet.  He knelt beside her, rubbed her back with one hand as he placed the end of the tube in the drain with the other.  The sound of running water filled the bathroom as he turned the bathtub on.  Turned all the way to the left, the hottest temperature, he left the hose, and began to rub his daughters back with both hands, kneeding and massaging her tender back.  She remained firm, looking over at him through her red hair, a slight smile graced her face, to which her father smiled back. 

 "This may hurt a little bit baby, but its for the best.  Stay right here, Ill be right back"  He walked out of the bathroom, returning quickly carrying a small butt plug and a bottle of lubrication.  He grabbed her hands, and guided her chest on the side of the tub, resting there, leaving her hands free.  She held out one hand, which he grabbed.  Holding hands, Her father could tell that she was on the right path.  He held the bottle of lube over her rear, squirting a small ammount into the crack.  His free hand massaged the silky smooth substance over her asshole. 

 This was her first feeling of being intimately touched by a man.  At the time, she would have picked no other.  Her father pushed against her tiny hole with his index finger, rubbing the lube inside and out.  He pushed in slowly, letting her tiny hole loosen around the finger.  Satisfied, he pulled out.  Steam now filled the air.  He lowered the temperature of the water, and set it to around half intensity flow.  With his free hand, her father slowly guided the hose up to her anus.  The hot water made Christina squirm as it splashed all over her legs and rump.  Slowly he pushed the tube into her rectum, holding it there while the warm water filled his young daughters bowels.  Christina's grasp on her fathers hand tightened as she wimpered, but her father only smiled and nodded with approval.  She smiled back through the frequent grimaces she made.  He turned the temperature up, and watched his daughter squirm as the scalding hot water filled her tender untouched insides.  "I love you Baby" he whispered', to which she almost instantly replied, "I love you too Daddy". 

 "I know it hurts baby, but you have to be cleaned out Baby". 

 "I feel like im going to explode Daddy"

 "I know baby, just a few more moments".  He turned the water off, the hose remaining inside her tender anus, now hot from its contents.  "I want you to hold all of inside Baby, Dont let any out".

 "I dont know If i can daddy" her body was in tremendous pain, her bowels filled with scalding hot water, she feared losing her enema, she feared dissappointing her father for what me might do to her in return.  "I wont lose any Daddy". 

 "Good Baby, Good" he removed the tube, only a small drop drizzled from her asshole.  "Hold it baby".  He sat up, holding the small black rubber plug.  Covering it in a generous ammount of the slick lube, he presented it to her.  "This is going to help you hold it in"

 Tears of pure pain gathered in her eyes... "Thank you Daddy..." she paused, and lowered her head.  She raised it back up and faced him, "Thank you so much". 

 He grasp her hand again, holding the plug in the other "Im going to push it in quick Baby, but its small, so it shouldnt hurt too much, so brace yourself"  He pressed the tip against her anus.  "Breathe deep baby, on the count of three, count with me"

 "1"..."1"

 "2"..."2"

 "3"... and he thrust the rubber plug into her, she let out a gasp as it slid into position.

 "See Baby, that wasnt so bad, now was it?"

 "No Daddy, It wasnt"

 He stood and grabbed a towel, kneeling back down again to pat dry his daughters warm rear and legs.  "Stand up now Baby"

 She tried to stand, but the pain in her bowels prevented the full range of motion.  She held out her hand, hoping that her father would help her to her feet. 

 "No baby, you need to do this on your own"

 "OK Daddy" and she sat up slowly, her water impregnation sloshing around in her like waves.  She braced herself against the side of the tub, and pushed herself up.  She stood in the tub, then slowly stepped out onto the rug, facing her father.  She smiled at him. 

 "Good Baby, Very Good."  If you keep the good behavior up, I just might have to reward you. 

 His hand reached over, her hand did the same, and he led her back into his room. 

 He lay on his bed, she lay down next to him.  She had either forgotten about her nudity, or was now comfortable with her body, her father hoped for the latter.  He turned on his side to face her, and without a word, she did the same.  Christina's belly bulged, and her fahter rubbed it with one hand softly, feeling the warmth from within.  "Did you like that Baby?"

 "I have to be honest daddy..." she paused, and slowly cracked a smile..." I loved it"

 "Wonderful Baby, Youre not too full are you?"

 "Not at all Daddy" she said, knowing that her body was in fact full to the point of explosion, but she spoke the words that her father would want to hear.  "I could take more Daddy"

 "Really Baby?".. his eyes widened, pleased with how his daughter was taking so quickly to her new role, "well lets go fill you up some more"

 Christina's heart sank, she had hoped that her father would not, but watched as he stood up and raised his hand for hers, ready to guide her back into the bathroom.  She went for his hand, and he cracked a smile.  "Thats ok Baby, youve done more than enough for right now"

 christina grinned, "thank you Daddy".  She lay on her back, her stomach sticking up into the air.  Her father walked around beside her, and began softly kneeding her belly with his hands.  The increased pressure was almost too much for the young girl to handle.  Soft whimpers escaped her lips as he pushed against her swolen stomach.  She forced a smile, and stared into her fathers eyes.  "I love you Daddy"

 "I love you too baby" and he bent down, moving his face directly on top of hers, staring at her eyes, he kissed her on the lips, something she hadnt experienced for over a decade.  The feeling of love overwhelmed her and the pain from her stomach vanished.  Nirvana engulfed her for the fleeting moment that their lips touched.  He moved back, she moved in unison, keeping contact between both of them, sitting up as he moved. 

 "Comeon now baby, lets let this water out"

 She remained firm, pulling her father closer, kissing him again, not caring about the searing pain.  "It can wait a little longer Daddy" 

 "comeon baby, we dont want to cause any permanent harm, lets go"

 Her heart sank as she followed her father into the bathroom.  As motined by her father, she sat on the toilet.  He guided her back on the toilet seat.  Her small frame left a large gap between her crotch and the front of the seat.  "Take the plug out Baby" 

 She reached down slowly, watching her fathers eyes as she did so, reaching down and back to the rubber plug that held the warm liquid that she now loved so dear inside her.  She breathed deeply, and pulled it out, squeezing her anus as she did so.  The faint sound of a couple of drops splashed thorughout the toilet, as she presented the wet plug to her father, it was very warm to the touch.  Her father grabbed it, wiped it off with a rag, and then set it down, before sitting down on the edge of the bathtub to watch his daughter expel her first enema. 

 "I didnt lose any Daddy" she squeeled with delight at her own accomplishment. 

 "I know baby, thats very good, thats very good".

 "I could hold this forever Daddy, it feels glorious."

 "I know baby, but its time to let it out"  her now constant smile lessened as she did as she was commanded.  She contracted her stomach muscles, and the warm water began to trickle out of her puckered hole. 

 "Push out as hard as you can baby, lets see how fast you can go, itll be like a game"

 "Oh good, i love games", she said as she pressed with all of her might as the clean toilet water splashed about.

 "But theres one thing Baby, you cant pee"

 "ok Daddy" she gasp as she stopped the small trickle of golden urine.

 The splashing seemed to last for an eternity, both of their eyes fixated upon the others.  Her father reached and rubbed the flat stomach of his daughter.  "Almost done Baby?" he asked

 "Yes Daddy, almost".  The last of the water shot from her anus, and she sat there. 

 "Comeon now baby" her father said as he unrolled a bit of toilet paper and wiped her tender wet ass. 

 They both stood up, immediately, her fathers eyes snapped to the toilet.  It had been previously flushed prior to her enema expulsion, and the water was still as crystal clear as it had been before.  "Wow" he said, truly impressed, "you were cleaned out". 

 "I told you daddy" she said jokingly as she grasp his hand again.  They walked back together into his room, laying down. 

 "Youve done very good Baby, i am truly impressed"

 "Thank you Daddy, that means a lot to hear"

 He pulled her close and embraced her body.  Christina's arms wrapped around her father, her mind soared to the highest place she had ever experienced.  She had reached that fleeting feeling once more.  She began to tear up once more.  "I love you Daddy, I love you more than anything else in the entire world, I wish i would haev told you that more often Daddy, and Im so sorry that I didnt". 

 He looked down at her, her small body wrapped around his, she looked up at him, teary eyed.  "You are my BabY girl, Never forget that. You are the only person I love in this world."  and as if almost by fate, Her father said the six words that Christina's heart was screaming.  "We were meant to be together".

 christina sat on the edge of the bed, her legs slightly spread, sitting as she normally would  if she happened to be wearing jeans.  David sat beside her, looking at his young daughter.  "It amazes me that I had some part in bringing the most beautiful creature in the world into creation.  It just boggles my mind how something so beautiful came out of me."

 "I think youre beautiful too Daddy", Christina said, her eyes full of honesty and sincerity.  "Ive always thought that we should be together too, I just didnt know how to say it to you". 

 "Can i ask you a question Baby, and please be honest with me, because Im going to be honest with you?"

 "Yes Daddy, absolutely, whats on your mind?"

 "When you masturbate, assuming that you do it a lot, what do you think about?"

 "Theres only one thing that I ever think about Daddy"... her cheeks red with embarassment..."I think of you"

 "Really Baby?"

 "Yes daddy, and in case you were wondering, I masturbate a lot"

 A sly grin came across Davids face "Really baby, tell me, how much do you masturbate?"

 Christina's cheeks reddned even more, and she looked down, "3 or 4 times a day Daddy"

 Shocked, David let out a chuckle, "You have no reason to be embarassed baby, I probably do it 5 times a day easy"  Davids arm wrapped around Christina, and he pulled her tight.

 "Well Daddy, Can I ask you a question?"

 "Go for it Baby"

 Her cheeks remained bright red, she know the answer she was about to hear, but after years of anticipation, she thought the moment would never come, "What do you think about when you masturbate Daddy?"

 "Theres only one thing I think about Baby, You and You alone".

 She looked up with tears of pure joy in her eyes,  "I love you daddy", and burried her face in Davids chest. 

 "can I ask you one more question Baby?"

 Davids chest muffled her answer of yes

 "Have you ever broken your hymen?"

 Christina pulled out and looked up, "No daddy, I would never do that" and she hesitated

 "Any reason Baby?"

 "I was saving it for you"

 "awwww  I love you Baby"

 The sun was setting in the sky, the miniblinds cast horizontal shadows against the bedroom wall.  "Looks like its time for bed", David said.

 "No Daddy", christina whimpered, "i want to savor this moment forever"

 "Dont worry baby, 'this' will never end", and he stood up, lending his hand for his daughter to pull herself up with.  He glanced down where his daughter had been sitting, there was a small wet spot.  "Hey baby, look at that", he pointed. 

 Christinas cheeks reddned once again looking at the wetspot that her pussy, and thoughts of her father, had made.  "Im sorry Daddy"

 "Dont be baby, Thats no problem" he grinned, and knelt down before the bed, bending down towards the wet spot.  "You smell glorious Baby".  Davids tongue then traced a line across the wet spot.  "And you taste twice as good". 

 Christina was now overcome with embarassment.  Her father was doing everything and saying everything right.  It was like her dreams had finally come true. 

 "Now baby, bear with me, for this may seem a little harsh, and I know it is seeing as how good youve been so far, but this is just going to last as long as it has to."  He led her over to his closet, a large walk-in closet.  He opened it, showing the interior.  A pillow, two bowls, and a chain mounted securely with metal mountings were all that was inside.  He kissed her forehead softly, then motioned for her to enter.

 "But daddy..."... her smile faded

 "Like I said Baby, this will just last as long as it has to" He held her hands and guided her down onto the pillow.  She sat on it and waited patiently for her fathers next move.  He bent down and attached the chain to her collar with a padlock, the key to which he kept on a chain around his neck.  He stood up, looking at his daughter, the most beautiful human being ever to be born, chained up like a dog in his closet, sitting on nothing but a pillow. 

 "What are these bowls for DAddy?" she asked

 "One is for number 1 and number 2" he said jokingly, "and the second one is for later, dont worry about that one yet"

 "Ok Daddy"

 "One more thing Baby, and this is very important, and must be followed"

 "WHat is it daddy?"
 
 "You may not masturbate at all Baby, you may not touch yourself at all"

 ...she signed, for she knew what she had intended to do for countless hours into the night, "Yes Daddy, I promise"

 "Good Girl" he bent down and kissed her on the forehead once more, "I love you Baby"

 "I love you too daddy"

 And with that David closed the closet door, securing it with a latch on the outside.  He laid down and quickly fell asleep with dreams of his young nubile daughter running through his head.  His daughter sat for hours dreaming about what was to come, if her daddy would in fact, take her virginity, and when she would reach that truly 'special place' again.  She fell asleep sitting indian style with her back against the wall.

Maybe it was because I was a complete stranger that he felt able to tell me his secret. At least I thought so at the time. I figured out later that he had started talking to me because I had a broad, hairy chest, a beard and was older than him. It was all part of his secret.

He told me he was eighteen. Actually he said he was eighteen and four months so I didn’t argue. Then he said he had a secret and was bursting to tell someone. I told him that he was welcome to tell me his secret and that my name was…

He stopped me dead. ‘No name,’ he said. ‘It doesn’t work if there’s a name.’

‘What doesn’t work?’ I asked.

‘Just listen, don’t interrupt, and when I’ve finished you decide what happens next.’

His puppy-dog eyes were begging me already, hopeful that I would agree to his strange request.

What would you do if a smooth, slim lad in lycra swim trunks came up to you and asked if he could tell you his secret?

‘Go ahead,’ I said and checked around me to make sure no other people on the beach were in ear shot. We were safe.

He told me his secret.

As he spoke he looked at my chest and one time I caught him licking his lips. Occasionally he smiled, paused and then indicated that he had more to say. I listened. And as I did so my own eyes wandered from his dark blonde head, his hair almost cropped on the sides but longer and bleached by the sun on top, down over his youthful face, tinted red by the warm day, and towards his flat, hairless chest. Smooth is always a turn on for me. Opposites attract. Hairy, older, top attracts smoother, younger, bottom.

I started wondering about his bottom, I couldn’t see it, hadn’t seen it when he walked over to me. He’d arrived so out of the blue that I’d not even had time to check out the front of his trunks. I did that while he told me what he wanted. They were tight, white and revealing. They were also wet and clinging to him, I could make out the outline of a small cock and a pair of youthful balls. He must have come from the sea.

By the time he finished talking to me I was having trouble keeping my seven inches hidden in my own swim shorts. I wanted him to notice the hard-on that had started but there were still other people on the beach and I didn’t want us to attract attention. If he was to get his way then what happened next had to be secret. That was his whole point. He was looking at my groin and waiting for me to react.

But I could say nothing. He had made that quite clear. His closing statement had been: ‘that is my secret. Say nothing. If you turn away then I will move on and I’m sorry I troubled you, sir. But if you like what you heard then you will know what to do.’

I had liked what I’d heard and I knew what I had to do. He had told me in detail what his secret was and all I had to do now was act it out for him.

You see his secret was actually his fantasy. And his fantasy was what happened next:

Without saying a word I slipped a couple of things into the pocket of my shorts, covered my pile of clothes with my towel where they would be safe for a while and stood up. I didn’t look at his face, I was not allowed to, but I could almost hear a sigh of relief from him as he watched me. By the time I was ready he was already making his way down to the water’s edge. I followed, my stare fixed on the tight buns and slim hips. My mind concentrated on what I was expected to do. I had no problem with it at all. I had to do was remember what he had asked and make sure I made his dream come true.

I followed him into the sea and started swimming. The bay we had been in was only small and it was not long before we were around the headland and out of site of the other sun seekers. I’m a strong swimmer. I’ve always swum and used a gym, so the five minute journey was nothing for me. He was lean and fit too and by the time we reached the secluded place, neither of us seemed affected by the exercise. If anything it helped prime me for my task.

I trod water a little way off while I watched him wade up onto the shore. An even smaller bay, no people, just a few feet of sand and a cave, just as he said there would be. He walked into the cave and was lost from sight. I waited the right length of time, my heart rate steadying until it was time for me to follow.

I walked into the cool dimness of the cave and let my eyes adjust. The sand was cold under my bare feet and the sea water dripped from me. Everything was silent, not as cold as I’d thought it would be. I was entering a magic grotto where we would both find our wish come true.

And there it was, lying on its back over a smooth round boulder. A picture of innocence waiting to be explored. Mine for the taking. The white trunks discarded, the naked body waiting to be used.

The boy was pretending to be asleep, one arm draped over his face, the other above his head so the body stretched out showing the rib cage, pulling the puppy fat of his stomach taught. I stood before him watching, looking at the slightly parted lips, the stubble less chin, the perfect, hairless chest. Further down to the slim hips, smooth strong legs, also slightly parted. His cock lay flaccid to one side, the foreskin drawn back a little as it waited there, semi erect in anticipation. Two perfectly round balls rested beneath, and under them a barely perceptible covering of hair was matted together with salt water.

I stood close, heard his breathing, knew he was pretending and breathed in the scent of the willing youth; the wanting youth. Yes, I would give him his fantasy.

I stood between his legs and gently parted them further with my own. I placed a hand either side of the submissive body and lent forward, my lips only millimetres away from his. I could smell him more then, a hint of salt and sweat. I arched my back so that nothing touched his body, I did not want to disturb his semi-sleeping cock just yet, and I put my lips to the warm, springy flesh of his neck. I licked the salt from his skin as my mouth explored lower, tiny kisses across his neck, open to me, willing to be bitten like a vampire’s seduced victim. Lower I kissed, the hard skin of his chest, the strong, brown nipples erect yet pliable under my warm tongue. I inched down with my mouth and buried my nose into his belly button as my teeth nibbled gently below it. I crouched to better reach his thigh and the stubble of my chin scraped carefully across his legs as my face found its way further into the warmth between his legs. Still nothing touched his cock. I could sense it there, lengthening slightly as I moved below his ball sack and kissed his inner thigh. I moved to his other leg and drew his flesh in with my lips, my moustache tickling his skin as I worked my way under his balls until I could feel them light and soft against my forehead.

And then I pushed my face in further, his legs either side of my head, his balls sliding down the bridge of my nose until my tongue connected with the downy, soft, almost invisible hair beneath his balls. I heard a slight moan as I connected with him there and another louder one as I gently took one delicate ball into my warm mouth. I tasted the salt of the sea and the boy sweat as I manipulated the sensitive orb with my tongue, then the other, always treating both with equal amounts of pleasure. I let them go and licked them both, my strong tongue playing with them, bouncing them as I worked back up and felt for his youthful cock.

I clamped my lips around the base, holding it as I flicked the shaft within my mouth, working my way up the now stiff cock a little. He was not huge, but he was hard, and hairless and hot. My moth reached the tip and I could smell the salty expectancy of precum leaking from his tip. The foreskin pulled right back against the straining cock, revealing a shiny pink head. Very slowly, to tantalise and arouse him more I closed my mouth over the swollen head and played with it. I licked it, let him feel my teeth, let him know how vulnerable he was.

And then gently I slipped it in, against the top of my mouth, to the top of my throat and then finally down until my nose was nestled into the slight, featherweight public hair. And there I sucked in, swallowing the youthful meat as far as it would go before releasing my throat muscles and drawing up, letting his young tool slip back until my lips caught around its head and my tongue played more with the underside. And then back again, more quickly and deeper, the cock grew longer with the added force and his balls tightened up against the hair on my chin. Then I slowly released him again until just the most sensitive tip was at the mercy of my teeth, where I waited before sucking him down again.

His breathing was deeper, slower, in rhythm with each dive of his shaft into my throat until I feared he would lose himself and end his fantasy too soon. I knew it was time to move on.

For the first time my large hands touched the delicate skin of his thighs as I stood back, turned him over and parted his legs a little further. His back was pitted with tiny indents from the rock, the perfectly smooth mounds of his boy butt pink in places where the rough rock had pressed. He rolled onto his front with only the slightest prompting from me. He knew what he wanted. And so did I, he had told me. I stood and watched him beneath me as I stripped my shorts. My tool was gorged now, swollen with anticipation and ready for some hard, deep work. It stuck out from my mound of bushy hair, drawing my low hanging balls up to it as far as they would go, but leaving them hanging free in the cool air of our secret cave. I rolled the rubber on in readiness as I dropped to my knees.

Roughly, and without warning, I changed my approach. I was no longer the gentle, stroking partner I had been before. Now I was the stronger, older man in charge of the suppliant youth beneath me. He was prone, he was winding me up with the sight of his young, virgin ass and he was there to be had. Had hard and deep until he cried out for me to stop. Even then I wouldn’t, even when he’d had enough and could take no more man meat pounding into his boy ass he would get more. But first my tongue had more work to do.

I dived straight in. Grabbing both soft mounds of his ass and drawing them apart with my big hands. The cool air hit his virgin pink ring and it contracted against the sensation. It did not have long to recover before my tongue was against it, pushing in, forcing it open, wetting it, lubing it up in readiness for the rigid tool that was now aching to get in there. I felt his body move as if in protest, I knew it wasn’t, but I’d almost forgotten the game now. I was running this. I sniffed in the scent of his cool, soft arse cheeks as I tongued his hole. I slid my chin up between his legs, letting the roughness of my beard scrape along his flesh, over his hole and up through the soft buns. My tongue attacked him again, followed by my chin, and again until all around his anus was red and raw from my feasting and my stubble. All the time he moaned and squirmed beneath me, pretending to try and get away. But I had him pinned down against the rock with my hands. I was stronger than him, bigger than him and I was going to get exactly what I wanted.

My cock could wait no longer. I stood up and pulled the boy from the rock, backed up against the wall of the cave and pulled him back onto me. My shaft slipped up over the crack of his ass and I heard him gasp as he felt its length reach the small of his back. My balls hung down beneath his butt and he must have realised what he was going to get. Maybe he thought for a second that he’d bitten off more than he could chew but by then it was too late. My strong right arm pushed at the back of his neck and bent him forward. Without any more vanilla messing I pulled back my hips and centred the head of my shaft against his tightening, moist pink ring. I put one arm around his waist, the other around his small chest, and pulled him back upright.

Before he knew what had happened, my cock had punched into his tight hole and my hairy balls were rubbing up against his own. He didn’t scream, but the sound he made suggested that he didn’t expect this. It was the sound he’d told me he’d make and it only made me grasp him tighter. He was impaled on me, forced back against me and me against the rock as I felt his weight push back, wanting me in deeper.

I thrust forward, slapping my thighs against his little ass cheeks and shoved him forward. My cock slipped back until I felt his ring grasp at my head, not wanting to let me out. Then back in again with a harder thrust, knocking another moan from him. The rhythm grew. I grabbed his arms and wrapped them across his chest with my own, my face close to the side of his, my beard scratching at his smooth cheeks. I could smell his breath, taste his sweat. I held both his arms with one of my hands and let the other slide down to grab his cock. It fitted in my palm and I fisted it, squeezed it and held it as I pounded back into his hot young tunnel. Our balls swung against each other. Mine low and heavy, his small and hardening and before long I felt him getting close.

I ground my hips, shoved in, held him, squeezed his cock, rubbed my balls against him, covered his back with the hair of my stomach and then pulled back out again. I gave him no time to recover as I shoved in again this time even harder. The force lifted his feet from the sandy floor a second as his whole body was impaled on my thick, solid shaft. His head strained around to try and kiss me but he was helpless, lost in his fantasy, his gasps erratic as he tried to give sounds of pleasure, confused by moans of helplessness.

The sound of our flesh slapping, thigh on ass cheek, filled the cave and drowned out the sound of the sea. I wrapped him tighter in my arms, gripped his cock with the vice of my fist and felt him start to shudder. I knew he was cuming. I entwined my legs around his. He was totally caught, totally helpless. He could do nothing but let my meat pound his insides, bringing him to orgasm. I let go his cock and felt him try and reach it with his hand, but I had them held fast. He was going to come without anything touching his cock. I was going to make this boy come just by fucking his precocious little lad-butt and he was going to get what he wanted.

I was ready, my balls had tightened, filled. My cock had thickened as it slid out to the tip and then pounded back into the hot depths of the groaning, helpless lad before me. His head thrashed and then shot ridged back against my chest as I thumped swollen and harder into him. His moaning turned to helpless whimpering as if he didn’t want this to happen. But by then it was too late. He was cuming.

His whole body trembled in my grip and my hold on him tightened, forcing his boy juice out of him with the last, deepest thrust of my tool. I heard the splatter of his jism against the rock as my balls erupted and my cock spewed out and into him. I jerked with each eruption and heard his ecstasy as he felt the force of my cumming fill the rubber that filled his arse.

I let go his arms and grabbed his hips. I slammed him back into me as he shot his last spit of cum in front of himself. He grabbed for his cock, desperate to drain more as I spurted one more thrust inside him.

And I held him there as he recovered, still with my gorged shaft buried deep within him, still with our empty balls sliding together with sweat and salt water. My wide hairy chest covered his back protectively and my muscled arms wrapped the young body safely and stroked the hairless chest as his heart slowed down and his breath was recovered.

I let my hand stray to his already softening cock, and I let the warm piece of flesh rest in my palm. The last dribble of boy juice leaked onto my fingers and I lifted them to his mouth. He took my fingers in gently and sucked on them before resting his head back on my shoulder and letting out one last, fulfilled sigh.

According to his wishes, nothing was said. I let him break away from me, my cock slipping out of the small ass and hanging, the rubber filled so much it was nearly pulled off with the weight. He put on his shorts and walked, a little shakily I thought, from the cave and back into the sea.

By the time I made it back to my place on the beach there was no sign of him. But something told me that I’d come across him again before long. I was in this place for two more weeks. It was a small island and there weren’t many places the lad could hide. And next time… next time we’d play out my fantasy.  

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He was a nice friendly guy and suggested I go with him back to his place for a coffee to help me sober up as well as wake up, I agreed as i thought it was probably a good idea. Looking at my watch I saw it was only 11:30 amazing the boys would still be in full flight, my wife didn't expect to see me until the wee hours or later if we crashed at one of the lads places.

We arrived at the guys flat in Paddington and he welcomed me into hi pad, dumping me on a nice comfortable couch he started on the coffee. He awoke me again with a mug of coffee, I noticed he had changed out of his clothes and was wearing a robe. He sat down next to me and we chatted, somehow we ended up talking about sex. He asked about what I enjoyed, had I in my younger years jerked off, or had my cock sucked. I had to admit I had enjoyed both those experiences and more, we compared notes on our sexual experiences. I noticed that his cock was was growing as we talked its head starting to show through the opening in his robe. Quite impressive it was too long, thick and cut, I felt the familiar tingle as my own cock thickened in sympathy.

The guy noticed where I was looking and asked if I liked was I saw my mouth was a little dry as I nodded, I knew I very much wanted to take it in my mouth to feel that velvety hardness. Even though I was married and considered myself straight occasionally I just got that urge to be with a guy. He stood in front of me and opened his robe the head of his cock just an inch or so from my face, a drip of pre cum was just leaking from his piss slit as I moved towards him my mouth opening. My tongue found the pre cum I tasted it before engulfing the bell shaped head, it filled my mouth with its soft hardness. I worked my tongue round it being carefull that I did not bring my teeth too much in contact, I gently sucked feeling it thicken even more. I pulled back allowing the head to leave my lips before running my tongue down the shaft my mouth engulfing first one ball then the other again gently sucking. The cock was soon glistening with my saliva in the dim lighting of the room my companion moaning at my ministrations, again my mouth engulfed his glans my tongue probing his piss slit for more of his pre cum. After a few moments he pulled away encouraging me to my feet he guided me to his bedroom where he proceeded to undress me before he pulled me onto the bed.

We got into the 69 position he engulfed my cock I felt his lips at the base of my cock as he deep throated me. I could not reciprocate his cock being much longer and thicker than mine, instead I concentrated on doing as much as I could possibly do to increase his enjoyment. As I worked on the head of his cock with my mouth one hand worked on his shaft and balls while  the other worked round his arse a finger slipping into his hole I massaged his prostrate. Obviously this was a great turn on as I felt his cock thicken and start to jump before his cum flooded my mouth the force and amount causing me to gag unable to swallow that much. Pulling back his cum still pumped spattering my face with his seed, my own cock didn't last much longer before I was pumping my own load down my partners throat though there was no gagging on his part. I laid back gasping totally drained sex with my wife was never this intense, we lay together and enjoyed a cigarette while we both recovered, by the time the cigarettes were finished my new friend was again hard, my own cock not yet ready for more action. Asked if I would like a massage I rolled over so that my aching back and shoulder muscles could be worked on, after a while his hands were working round my arse muscles lubricated fingers probing my sphincter. Then the fingers were withdrawn replaced by something much thicker, my muscles screamed at the stretching under the constant pressure. I wasn't sure I wanted this the pain was starting to get to me suddenley the glans was through and the pain eased to something I could live with. I could feel the shaft penetrating deeper and deeper thank god he didn't ram it in hard just took his time until I was filled his balls rubbing against me. He began to slowly rock back and forth the pain turning into a pleasant warmth after a while he started taking longer strokes, now my muscles were accepting and the warmth was turning into sexual pleasure. I started to push back against him urging him on he reached round and grasped my shaft that was now rock harb probably harder than it had ever been before. As he fucked me he worked on my cock I could feel the cum building up from my balls I shot my load great strings of it spattered everywhere at almost the same time I felt a flooding warmth inside me as I was filled with his cum. We collapsed again on the bed as he withdrew his cum followed him out pooling on the sheet, we were both satiated unable to do more we showered and I dressed. I left getting a taxi home, I awoke the next morning the previous night seemed more like a dream except for the rather sore arse.

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“Shut up you babbling fool and show me your goods” King Yuri shouted. Boris pulled the young girl by her hand and pushed her in front of the King. She was trembling, wearing only an old dress way too big for her and hanging off one shoulder. “She is rare find and virgin My Lord” “Strip her I want to see her body!” the King ordered to his guards. The guards pulled roughly at her dress and tugged it off her. She stood only in her thin blue cotton panties and small white bra. She tried to cover her body but was only slapped across the face by Boris for her efforts. The guards undid her bra and removed it letting her 32C breasts bounce free, her pink nipples standing erect in the cold. They then slide her panties down her smooth shapely legs, revealing her bushy mound.” This will not do” the King growled. “How am I expected to check her young pussy with all that hair?” “Guards go shave her and bring her to my chambers to inspect.” “Boris wait here!”

The guards took her to the bathroom a few rooms down and continued to shave her bush completely smooth. Once back in the Kings Chambers the King ordered her to sit on his desk in front of him so he could check her hymen was still intact. He spread her smooth pussy lips and ran his finger up and down her entire slit. She let out a whimper and tears began to fall slowly down her face. He pushed his fat finger into her hole very slowly and found the resistance he was looking for. He removed his finger and put it to his mouth tasting the young girl. “Hmmm very tasty young cunt and oh so tight you shall do nicely.” 

The King returned to Boris to discuss the price he was to pay for this young girl. $30,000 Boris says she is unspoiled and a rarity considering she is redhead. The King looked at Boris and threw $25,000 on the table “take it or leave it!” “Fine Your Majesty thank you thank you.” “Now be gone with you.” “Guards I want her washed and have her hair and all beauty treatments done find her something sexy to wear and have her ready for my sons birthday dinner tonight!”

She walked down the stairs carefully listening to the loud noise of 4 drunken men singing and talking gruffly. As she entered the room they where all quiet. “Aha here she is Son this is your birthday present from me to you” King Yuri said pointing at Natasha. She looked stunning in a skin tight white dress, with little silver jewels all over it coming just above her knee. Her hair was done up tied off her face but with just a few strands encircling her. Her long nails manicured and her cleavage almost bursting through the dress. Her pedicured toes were in a pair of silver stiletto heels. Her luscious lips pouted with the red lipstick on them. Mikael the king’s son was in awe she was perfect!

Mikael got up and took her petite hand leading her down the stairs to stand in front of the table with the other men watching her every move. He then smacked her firm well rounded ass hard she let out a scream mostly out of surprise. He got a good hand full and squeezed, “you out did yourself father” Mikael slid the straps of the white dress off Natasha’s shoulders the dress fell to the ground and there she stood, completely naked in front of 4 strange men. Her pink nipples suddenly becoming erect the light glistening of her smooth skin. Mikael could feel a familiar tingle in his crotch as his cock began to grow.  The other men’s crotches also suddenly began to bulge. “Well I’m off son enjoy your present” the king said.

Mikael took Natasha and pushed her onto the table she was frightened now and realized what was going to happen to her. He spread her legs and looked down at her amazing smooth pink cunt. Vladimir and Olec each grabbed a breast and began to fondle and roughly pull at her nipples. Mikael ran his fingers down her hot slit and pressed on her little asshole. He then moved his fingers up to her clit and began working it hard. What are you doing Mikael? Vlad asked. “I want to get this slut wet” Mikael responded gruffly.

Olec got up and poured his beer over Natasha’s hot snatch “There she is wet now fuck the whore” they all laughed but Mikael had other ideas he started to lick the beer off her pussy, Natasha was squirming and whimpering now.  “Hmmm beer flavored virgin cunt what could be better then this.”  He started working on Natasha’s clit sucking it between his teeth and nibbling on it gently. Licking downwards to her small unused slit. His tongue darted in and out. Licking up her entire cunt he again engulfed her clit whilst he brought his fingers to her slit and slowly pushed one in but not far he didn’t want to break her hymen like that.  Natasha had a strange feeling building up in her lower abdomen she didn’t know what it was or why she was suddenly getting so hot and flushed but all of a sudden the feeling exploded throughout her whole body leaving her quivering and breathing very heavily. Her love tunnel suddenly very well lubricated as her pussy juice came dripping out. They all laughed at her, Olec saying “see what a slut she loves it.”

“Get her on her knees lets teach her how to suck cock.” Vlad said. Olec grabbed her by the arm and pushed her onto the floor in front of them. “You go first Olec” Mikael said.

“With pleasure” Olec responded. He unzipped his trousers and out sprang a hard 7” cock. Natasha began to cry upon seeing it. She had never even seen an erect penis before now what where they going to do to her with it? Mikael held her head yelling “open your mouth bitch and don’t even think of biting down we can do this nicely or we do it where you will get hurt.” Olec stepped forward and slapped Natasha on the cheek with his hard cock before forcing it into her mouth hard. “Suck it slut” Olec shouted. Natasha didn’t know what to do she was chocking and was frightened and confused. She began to suck gently tears welling in her eyes. “Harder and move your head up and down the shaft.” Olec said. Vlad took her hand and put it on Olec’s dick and said “move your hand up and down along his shaft.” She did this and noticed Olec starting to grunt and move his pelvis into her mouth back and forth. Vlad and Mikael started cheering Olec on. “Cum all over that whores face!” “Make her your cum slut!” And then it happened he felt his balls tense and he pulled out Natasha’s mouth and sprayed his hot jizz all over her face. Load after load he emptied his balls on her lips, chin and cheeks. “Ahhh that was awesome you will become a good cock sucker yet.” “Now lick me clean slut” he said while pushing his shrinking cock to her mouth again. Natasha turned her head away only to be met with a slap from Mikael. Clean his cock cumslut! Mikael roared. Natasha slowly took Olec’s cock and began to lick all the remainder cum off it, it tasted so bitter and salty she almost gagged but for fear didn’t. “Thanks Mikael but I have to be off now or else my wife will have these balls in a plate” Olec said while grabbing his balls and putting his package back into his pants. “Have fun breaking her in” was his parting words as he disappeared up the stairs leading out.

Vlad and Mikael looked at each other and nodded knowing what was coming next. Vlad threw a tissue at Natasha and told her to clean up before they go started with her. Natasha took the tissue and began wiping her face and tears her eyes red and burning from crying. Vlad grabbed her and pulled her up and pushed her over the table on her stomach with her sexy ass sticking out her long slim legs where then tied to the table legs. Mikael grabbed a thick big candle and put it out he started hitting it into his hand saying now u gonna get it little girl. Vlad spread her ass cheeks and spat into her hole then rubbed it with his finger making sure he got lubrication all over he pushed his finger in and Natasha let out a scream from the pain of having her virgin asshole assaulted. They both laughed Mikael saying “wait till you feel this in there” hitting her ass cheek with the candle. Natasha began to cry hysterically begging for them to leave her alone. “Please please don’t do that please it will hurt me so badly please stop” she wailed. But no mercy as Mikael took the candle and thrust it straight up her anus. She let out a loud heartfelt cry but it feel on deaf ears and Mikael pushed the candle in and out her ass pumping her as Vlad started rubbing her clit with his fingers. This went on for just a few moments when Mikael said to Vlad “I think she is ready” “Yes let’s fuck the bitch good now” Vlad replied. They both sniggered.

They undid her ties around her legs and pulled her up. Vlad took off his clothes and sat on the edge of the table rubbing his 8” cock up and down getting it ready for action. Mikael also stripped off his clothes exposing his 10” hard monster. Natasha was done her energy spent but she still had some fight in her as she turned to run while Mikael stepped out his pants, he grabbed her arm and pulled her right back, falling to the ground she let out another loud scream which only enticed Mikael and Vlad on more. Mikael pulled her up and threw her to Vlad who turned her around and placed his cock at her now aching torn asshole. He pulled her down slowly feeling the resistance she struggled but that earned her another slap from Mikael. Vlad said fuck it and pulled her down roughly onto his erection tearing through her ass again. She let another loud scream and the tears began to stream down her face again. Vlad began to pump his hard cock into her ass slowly he didn’t want to rush this. Mikael now took up his position in front of them both and started rubbing his monster cock at the entrance of Natasha’s snatch. Over her clit and just at the slit he rubbed it getting it wet from her juices. He then placed his giant cock head at her entrance and said “Are you ready for this my whore?” Natasha looked into Mikael’s eyes he could see her fear but it only drove his hunger for her more. He thrust one long hard shot and pushed his entire meat stick all the way up into her tiny virgin cunt. Natasha let out a loud howl and her tears ran down her cheek over her breasts she felt his cock pierce and tear her hymen blood began to trickle out her pussy down her leg. The pain was excruciating but as Mikael held his cock at full length inside her it began to subside as her vagina began to accept this intruder. Mikael laughed and said “A virgin no more my little sex slave.” Mikael and Vlad began to pump at Natasha from each end both going very vigorously. Natasha began to feel that same tingle in her abdomen she felt earlier. It was even stronger then before and as the feeling ran all over her body she could hardly breathe her body shook uncontrollably and then it exploded the huge orgasm crashed over her and her ass and pussy muscles tightened. Vlad started to grunt as his own orgasm built up. His cock began to spew spurt after spurt of cum deep inside her ass, his balls throbbing as they hit her. Mikael was now also losing control and he felt his balls tighten and then release his seed deep into Natasha’s cunt. He let out a very satisfied moan as Natasha’s pussy muscles were still contracting around his cock milking his balls dry. They were completely finished their energy spent in the long events of the evening. Mikael pulled out and told Natasha to go to her room she was finished her work for the evening. She scrambled to get her clothes and ran off up the stairs to her room. Half way up Mikael shouted “this was just the beginning my little slut you are mine now and we will have many other nights like this one to look forward to” Mikael and Vlad chuckled knowing they had broken the girl in well and that they had years of more fun ahead of them. 

Wanting them left alone I got up and said I was going outside. Sneeking around the back of the house I peered into a window were they couldn't see me as I watched with excitment. Asking if he wanted something to drink she opened her legs exposing her puss to him for only a brief second. Returning with his drink she handed it to him as she leaned down allowing him to see down into her robe at her tits and stomach. I was getting so horny I had my cock out stroking it anticipating what would happen next. It was obvious he had a boner for you could see a moist spot in the front of his shorts from his precum. Getting up my wife said she needew to dry her hair going into the bedroom I let John see me from the window as I gave him a go get her sign. Returning to the living room  brushing her hair the robe she wore lifted high exposing her soft legs and almost her complete bush. I stroked my cock even harder than before at this overwhelming site. Pushing down on his cock John had to reposition it , seeing this my wife complained of it being hot and opened her robe all the way up. Walking over to John she let it drop to the ground as she stood in fron of him nude she reached out and pushed his face into her puss and begged him to lick her. With all I could take I came back in and sat down watching them as I continued jackingoff.

Looking at me I gave John my approval for him to do what ever he wanted to her. Pushing her back on the couch he buried his face into her puss eating and licking at her as if he has never had puss before. On the veerge of expolding I let my own cock go and got onto my knees making my way over to them I found myself laying under John and taking his cock in my hand entering it into my mouth. Lifing his head up he through it back at the feeling he was getting of having me suck his massive cock. As he started to eat her again it was obvious she was starting to cum. Burying his tongue deep into her she came with a force. Overcome by the taste of her puss he came himself as I sucked and stroked his huge cock.

 
I watched, intently, as she changed from a child into a young woman.  She proudly announced to me the arrival of her first period, and when she noticed the first little sign of a bud on her chest. Her thighs began to fill out as her baby fat disappeared and her breasts became obvious.  It was I who advised her that she needed to wear a bra, when her breasts became visible under her shirts.  The curves and swells of womanhood were not lost to my eyes.  She was changing so fast.

At fourteen, I had to make her stop sitting on the back of my chair.  The proximity of her crotch to my neck was constantly on my mind, especially when she squeezed her thighs together around my neck.  Was it my imagination, or was she actually taking advantage of the position to rub into my neck as she squeezed.
Now, when I rubbed her back, my fingers would brush against the sides of those soft, sweet breasts and I found my hands straying further down.  As my arm rested on her back, my fingers would be lying on the cheeks of her well-curved ass.  Sometimes a finger would, by sheer coincidence lie directly in the crack of those sweet ass cheeks.  I knew that, occasionally, there was movement in that finger, usually unknowingly, and involuntarily, but it was never mentioned, she never told me to stop and I didn=t ask.

It got real interesting in the summer, when she took to wearing shorts outfits and short little sun dresses.  She would pull the sundress up to her shoulders so I could rub her bare back.  Now, I was looking at that sweet ass in those tight little white panties.  My finger movements became for frequent, and I suspect more aggressive, although it was not an intentional or conscious act  
    
Then I began slipping my finger under the top of her panties as I rubbed her back.  At first, she didn't say anything but then she looked forward to it. After that, however, it began a regular part of the back rub.  Soon, she began moving my hand down to lie on her ass cheek. She said that she like the way my hand felt on her bare skin. 

It wasn=t long before she began to move my hand lower as I rubbed.  Soon, I was rubbing her butt and brushing against the puffy spot between her legs, which she now spread for me.  Neither of us ever said a word about these changes, she just moved my hand to the spot where she wanted the attention.  I never applied any pressure there, it was just a light stroking action across the outer lips.
It seemed that almost every time that I did it, she would want it to last a little longer.  One day, she whispered to me that it made her feel good when I did that.  Later, when I was sure that we were alone, I reminded her that what I was doing was very wrong.

 
AI know,@ she said, Abut I like it when you do it.@
 I told her that it was still wrong, and that it was against the law.
  AIn school, A she said, A they told us that if you do that, you will go to jail.@
AThat=s true,@ I agreed, Athat=s why we have to stop.
  She turned around and said, ANo, I don=t want it to stop.@
 I told her that I understood that, but I didn=t want to go to jail.
 AI promise, I won=t tell anyone, ever.@ She said.

  I knew that I wasn=t going to stop anyway.  I couldn=t if I wanted to.
Now, she started sitting on my lap with her back to me and putting my hand under her dress, on her bare stomach.  After while, she moved my hand lower and lower.  I began to lay my hand on her leg, with my fingers wrapped around her thigh.  It wasn=t long before she was taking my hand and rubbing herself down there.
  ARub me there.@ She requested.  Did I say no, that is enough? Not hardly, I was more than glad to oblige.  Of course I knew that it was wrong.  We both did.  She wasn=t quite fifteen yet and although I never actually penetrated her, it was the same.
Her mother was gone on Tuesday=s and Thursday=s, and she worked a twelve hour shift at the supermarket on weekends.  Therefore, we spent a lot of time together, usually alone.  It was a dangerous situation to say the least.  When her mother wasn=t around, she frequently wore just a tee shirt and panties which kept my cock hard a lot.
I began running my fingers under her panty legs, right after her fifteenth birthday.  I didn=t probe or push, but I would trail my finger all the way to her panty leg and just barely touch the bare labia lips as I passed.  One day, I had been stroking her for a while as we watched TV.  She was making little happy sounds as I came across her crotch.  She shifted and sat up for a few seconds and then she leaned into me as I began again.  Suddenly I realized that her panties were gone.  Soon, I discovered that they weren=t gone, just pushed to one side.
AYou=re asking for trouble@ I told her. 
AI know,@ she replied, Aplease don=t stop now.@
Like a fool, I continued my strokes.  Without realizing it, I began applying light pressure and pushing my finger into her crease a little each time.  It was obvious that she was getting close as she began to move her hips into me and moaning. 
AThat feels so good,,@  she whispered through clenched teeth.
 AJust relax and let it come.@ I told her. 
She was taking short sharp breaths through open lips and humping my finger faster and faster.  I was tempted to enter her but I didn=t.  She started calling out my name and almost squealing as her fingers dug into my arms harder and harder until at last she almost screamed, her fingertips painfully digging into me. Her back arched and she came hard in the first ever orqasm that was caused by me. I held my fingers in one place and made rotating motions on her skin as wave after wave moved over her.
 
ADon’t stop,” she yelled. “Don’t stop now!”

About 30 minutes after I got dressed they showed up and Steve started to mess around with them.  They went out to shoot baskets, I watched for a while, they didn't want me to play.  After about an hour of this, Steve called in to me and asked if I could fix them some iced tea, they were thirsty.  I brought a whole pitcher of it and some watermelon.  They made some comments about being hot, and Mike said something "speaking of hot" and he kind of looked me over and of course Brian chimed in with a hot comment while grinning at me.  I guess it's a guy thing.

Steve suggested going in to watch the pre race show but they said they wanted to stay outside.  I suggested going swimming.  They said they didn't have swim trunks and I had to say it, I said, "let's go skinny dipping".  All three of them looked at me and I said I'm serious, I'll bet it's fun.  Mike said something about he will if I will or something like that and Brian was saying he will if the rest of us do and pretty much everyone was just standing there not daring to be the first to remove any clothing.  I just gave a sigh and went in.

 I picked up four towels from the laundry and went out onto the deck by the pool.  The boys were sitting on the grass talking and drinking iced tea.  I took off my clothes, I'm not sure I know how I had the nerve to do this, and called out to them.  I told them that I was going swimming, even if they weren't and I waited until they looked up and saw me naked, then I dove in.  I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but at least I was naked again, I love it.  I kind of floated around a little swam a little, the whole time listening to the boys arguing about whether or not to join me.  I went to the side of the pool and told them I didn't care what they did, but I was having fun.

I climbed out of the pool and onto the deck and then dove back in, I made sure they got to see me front and back.  I swear my clit was so hard it was throbbing I was so turned on.  My nipples were sticking out and I'm sure my pussy was wet.  This was just way to hot and I was afraid I was going to catch hell from Steve, but I wanted to do this so bad.

It wasn't long after that dive that I heard Mike call out to me and say he was coming in, whether I liked it or not.  I guess he got undressed before coming onto the deck, because it was pretty much just a blur as he came up the steps and jumped into the pool.  Right behind him came the other two, everyone was nude and I love it so much.  Steve told them that they better not say anything about this to anyone.  They just looked at each other so I added in, "if you ever want to see me naked again, you better keep your mouthes shut", that did it, they promised.

We started to play keep away with a ball we had in the pool.  I'm sure it was just a good excuse for them to see me jumping up and down and rubbing against them trying to get the ball.  You got it, I was the first one "it" to have to try and get the ball.  After about two or three minutes of this, I had fun.  Mike had the ball and instead of trying to get it away from him, I grabbed his cock.  He was like super surprised and I was in heaven, his cock was really hard and sticking almost straight up.  I started to stroke it a little bit and told him to give me the ball.  He just stood there and handed it to me.  I tossed it to Steve and he tossed it back and we started to keep away from Mike.  He got it away from Brian and it went on.

This time, while I had the ball, Brian tried to get it from me, so I tossed the ball and grabbed his cock.  He was a little smaller than the other two boys, but it was hard.  While I held his cock, I asked him if he'd rather stay near me or chase a stupid ball.  He just kind of gulped.  Then Steve asked me if I was grabbing the cocks of Mike and Brian, they said no and I said yes.  I got out of the pool and asked Brian and Mike to come over to the side by me.  When they got there, I asked them if they liked my haircut and I pointed at my pussy.  They were both grinning and nodding and saying yes.  Mike said he's always wondered what I looked like and now that he knows, he thinks I'm pretty hot.   That was either really nice, or he was flattering me so I'd stay naked.

I sat down on one of the lounges and asked Mike to get out of the pool and come over to me.  It was now or never, I had to do this.  He looked at the other two boys, Brian told him to get over there, so he did.  As he was getting out of the pool, I told him that I like him, and wanted to give him something to remember me.  I asked him to stand in front of me and as he stopped, I reached for his cock and started to stroke it while putting it in my mouth.  Even Steve lasted longer the first time, but he started to cum like crazy almost right away, as his cum filled my mouth I held onto his cock until he was starting to go soft.  When he stepped away, I looked at Steve and Brian, opened my mouth and gargled the cum, then I swallowed.

After that, I asked Brian if he thought he could last longer.  He was in front of me faster than I had ever seen anyone move.  His cock was bouncing up and down, I guess it was throbbing from being so horny.  I guess he lasted about 30 seconds and he started to cum like crazy and moaning too.  After he came, I swallowed and smacked my lips.   Then I told them if they told anyone about any of this, I tell eveyone that they couldn't even get hard.  I also told them that if I found out they said anything, they next time a sucked their cocks I'd bite them off.   Almost in unison they said "the next time?"  I said "yes", as long as they went along with it, I'd give them handjobs or blowjobs a couple of times each time they were here as long as they kept it quiet and one of them was going to have to eat me out until I climaxed.  Again they looked at each other and started to grin.

I laid back on the lounge and asked which of the was going to be the first to make my climax.  I think they were both trying to get to me at the same time but Mike was there first.  He needed a little coaxing to get him to suck on my clit while licking it.  He also had to be told to take it easy, it was like he was trying chew my clit right off my pussy.  Brian asked me if I was going to suck off Steve.  I said "he's my brother" Brian said so what, he has a cock, doesn't he, you already know we won't say anything.

Well, here came the test.  I told Steven to come over to me.  He did.  I told him to stroke his cock until he was close to cumming and then let me put it in my mouth.  He started stroking his cock and I think he liked it.  After about five minutes I was climaxing all over Mike's face and almost as soon as I started, Steve was telling me he couldn't wait any longer.  I opened my mouth and he shoved his cock into as he started to cum.   Not too bad, in less then two hours after they arrived, we were all naked and all of us had climaxed.

Since everyone was pretty satisfied, I suggested we go in and watch the race, bring in a towel to sit on.  Mike asked if we were getting dressed,  I said, no, I wanted to see their cocks and if they wanted to see me naked, I had to see them.  We went in and things were actually  pretty normal for a while.  We watched the race, I served them soft drinks and snacks.  Each time I went over to one of the boys I'd touch their cock or stroke it a little, I was trying to keep them just a little bit hard.

There was a big accident on the race and it was red flagged.  So, I had to try again to do something I've dreamed about.  I told everyone to follow me into the kitchen.  I pulled out a chair from the table and sat on it.  Then I told them what I wanted to do.  I wanted a cock in each hand and one in my mouth.  Whoever was in my mouth had to cum first, the others had to wait.  When the first boy came, then someone would take his place until all three had cum.  There was a lot of grinning and Brian told Steve to put his cock in my mouth first, I guess they liked seeing brother and sister together.

Both Brian and Mike had really great hardons by the time I got my hands on their cocks.  I started to rub and stroke their cocks, slowly, I wanted this to last a little while.  Every now and then I'd stop stroking and rub their balls, then back to their cocks.  The whole time I was doing this, Steve was fucking my face, moving his cock in and out of my mouth while I sucked on it and ran my tongue over the head of his cock.  When he came, I sucked everything I could from his cock, but didn't swallow.   Mike took his place and while I continued to stroke Brian's cock with one hand I rubbed Mike's balls with the other.  Mike wasn't lasting too long.  He came pretty quickly and again I held his cock in my mouth until it started to get soft and now I had his cum in my mouth too.  It was feeling pretty full by the time I got Brian's cock in my mouth.  As soon as his cock was in my mouth I stroked it with one hand and rubbed his balls with the other.  He came a lot.

All three guys were standing there looking at me so I had to do this.  I opened my mouth and showed them that it was full of cum.  I played with the cum on my tongue and squished it between my teeth two.  I just played with it for a couple of minutes then I swallowed.  I really think I love the feel and taste of cum.  At least I love the idea that it came from a cock.  I looked at the boys and told them how much it meant to me that they were letting me do this and I was sure I could trust them to never say anything to anyone.  (side note, it's been ten years, I don't think they did say anything, I never heard about it if they did).

Steve broke the silence and asked the boys if they ever saw a pussy close up especially while it orgasmed.  They admitted that they never saw a real pussy, let alone close up.  Just pictures.  Steve asked me if I'd let them look.  Now I was getting so hot it was hard to stand it.  I got up off the chair and sat up on the counter so they could see better.  I spread my legs and reached down to my pussy with two fingers from each hand, now I know I'm glad I'm shaved, they can see everything.  I spread my pussy lips open, then with one finger on each hand I spread my labia apart so I could open up my pussy.  I pretty sure I was dilated a little bit, because I could feel how wet I was.  Then I used two fingers to get pussy juice up to my clit and I started to masturbate while they watched.  It was just too much for me to handle, looking at their faces as their cocks got hard all over again.   They just stared at my pussy until I climaxed.  Both Brian and Mike said that was the most amazing and awesome thing that they had ever seen.

We watched the rest of the race naked, but didn't mess around any more.  After Brian and Mike went home, we kind of cleaned up but figured we could finish in the morning.  We went upstairs to take our showers but decided to shower together.  We washed each other's backs, got out, dried off and went to bed.  About an hour after we went to bed, I heard Steve ask if I was still awake, I told him I was.  He came into my room and asked if I'd help him cum.   He said he just kept thinking about watching me suck off his friends and it just got him so turned on, and he didn't want to masturbate by himself if he didn't have too.

I thanked him for being so patient and told him I want to do this more often.  Then I started to stroke his cock with one hand and cup his balls and squeeze a little bit with the other.   I told him how hot it made me to suck their cocks, but the most exciting thing for me was when they watched me masturbate and climax.  It just gave me a thrill like I can't explain to be watched.  About then he said he was cumming and I put his cock in my mouth.  It wasn't as much cum as earlier in the day, but it was still good.

Be that as it may, however, there were still glaring disadvantages. Such as the annoying, nonstop screeching currently coming from her brother’s room. Darla scowled at the wall separating the two sleeping quarters, pausing as she tried to concentrate on the homework assigned to her in class that day. The staccato screams were beginning to become more than she could bear to listen to; and the headboard banging against the wall in time with those screams wasn’t helping either.

"Oh – my – God – Kyle!" the girl shouted. "Mmm! So – good! Fuck!"

Darla considered throwing something at the wall to remind her brother someone else lived in the apartment as well, but she knew it wouldn’t help. At first when she first moved in, her brother’s sexcapades grossed her out. Now she just found them extremely obnoxious. Taking a deep breath, Darla tried to recollect her thoughts and tune out the noise to finish her essay. It wasn’t due until the following week, but she liked having assignments done and out of the way as soon as she got them.

She was nearly a page into what she was typing on her laptop when a high-pitched sound between a squeal and a shriek made her jump. She stared at the wall in bewilderment as the girl continued on the same note for nearly a whole minute. Was she dying or something? Who the hell sounded like that when they were coming? It vaguely reminded Darla of letting air out of a balloon while stretching the opening. Then all was silent. Taking advantage, she returned to her work.

No sooner than the front door slamming shut did her brother appear in her doorway.

"What are you doing, jerk?" he asked lazily, scratching his bare chest.

Objectively, Darla knew her family consisted of good genes. Her brother was nearly six foot-five with a well-toned body due to the vigorous workouts he did at the campus gym in his spare time. His inky black hair was a halo of unruly spikes around his head, seeming – at the moment – to be the definition of ‘sex hair.’ Like all members of the family, his golden brown eyes were framed with thick lashes, making him nearly irresistible to females. With a strong jaw and a straight blade of a nose, Kyle was without a doubt a very handsome man.

"I’m getting my homework out of the way." Darla replied, glancing up at him briefly. Her brother let out a content sigh.

"Oh man, what a night." he said with a cat-got-the-canary smile. "Did you hear Melanie?"

Darla rolled her eyes. "I think everyone within the city limits heard her."

"She’s almost too loud, but you know I like my women vocal." He threw her a wink for good measure.

Some people would have been bothered by listening to their sibling’s sexual preferences, but since Darla had been living with him for too long, she had grown used to it. She merely nodded distractedly in response. Seeing he wasn’t going to get a rise out of her, Kyle left his sister alone to her work. Because Darla was so school-oriented, she barely had time for her own personal life. The few guys she had hooked up with didn’t last long.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t desirable; far from it, in fact. She was small for being only nineteen, barely clearing five feet, and she had the most astonishing ice blue eyes thanks to her mother. Her own inky hair held the slightest wave that fell down to her backside. She was of average build, though she was blessed with a generous bust and a slightly larger than average ass. To put it in perspective, she could fill out a bikini very nicely. Her face was almost heart-shaped, giving her an ultra feminine look, further enhanced by a full set of lips.

Guys around the campus definitely had their sights set on the beauty, but because she was more about her brains than her looks, most of them quickly lost interest. The only guy that could understand and appreciate her wit was her own brother. That didn’t get her very far at all.

Everything changed when Kyle hosted a party in their apartment just to liven up his otherwise blank weekend. It was one of the rare times Darla didn’t have her nose in a book or typing away on her laptop to finish a paper, so she joined the party with zealous. Thanks to Kyle, the dress code for the party had been lingerie. The guys mainly walked around in boxers while the women tantalized in various mouth-watering lingerie sets.

Kyle sent the ladies crazy by wearing a pair of simple black satin boxers low on his hips. The small trail of black hair on his stomach forming a dangerous arrow to his nether regions. Darla on the other hand, wore a corset ensemble that triggered the dirtiest of thoughts. The black hip-length corset was trimmed in a delicate powder blue satin. She wore matching panties, but unlike most of the girls who wore thongs, Darla chose to wear a full-bottomed pair that was sheer in the back. It was enough to be modest, but revealing enough to be considered sexy. Thigh-high black fishnet stockings donned her trim legs and ended in a pair of black peep-toe stilettos. She let her hair trail down her back and held the front out of her face with discreet clips on either side of her head.

Drinks flowed heavily that night; be it through Beer Pong, Ring of Fire, or free drinking. Most of the people lived within walking distance of their apartment, which was lucky because everyone was trashed. Kyle and several of his friends stood in a loose circle chatting while Darla made rounds with a tray of drinks as gracefully as she could, considering she was just as drunk as everyone else. She stopped at Kyle’s group of friends and waited as they switched out their old drinks for new ones.

"What about your sister?" one of Kyle’s friends asked. He was an attractive blonde whom Darla thought she new as Mike. He had dark brown eyes, surfer’s stubble on his prominent jaw, and a more muscular body than Kyle.

"No." Kyle answered firmly.

"She’d even up the numbers!" Mike protested, slurring lightly.

"What are you talking about?" Darla asked, discarding the tray on a nearby table.

"I’m not participating in an orgy with my sister." Kyle answered.

"You won’t even know she’s there." another of his friends said. This one Darla knew as Tony – a giant of a man in every way of the word. He was tall, broad, and muscle-bound, with dark hair and even darker eyes. Because he was on the school’s football team, his body held multiple bruises from the vicious practices he had daily.

"It’s too weird." Kyle said.

"Darla, how long has it been since you’ve been laid?" Tony asked. Darla was drunk enough not to care it was such a personal question.

"Too long." she answered, swaying on the spot.

"See?" Tony said, turning back to Kyle. "You can’t let her be deprived like that! What kind of brother are you?"

"No!" Kyle said firmly.

"Fine," Mike replied. "We’ll kick you out and let Darla in. That way she tips the scales in our favor."

Kyle opened his mouth to protest, but closed it again, unable to think of anything to say. To his surprise, Darla accepted the offer. He had no idea his sister could be such a…slut. Without so much as a glance at him, Darla, his friends, and several of the other girls attending the party disappeared into Darla’s bedroom. Kyle decided to ignore them and continued to enjoy the party as if nothing had happened. He’d find a girl to spend the night with and keep the pleasure all to himself.

Hours after the last guests left, Kyle was still alone and too drunk to care. He collapsed on his bed to sleep, but a soft, persistent noise from the next room kept him awake. Aggravated, he threw the covers off of him and made his way to his sister’s room, set on yelling at her for listening to her music too loud again. But when he opened the door, a completely different sight met his eyes.

Darla’s head was thrown back in ecstasy, tips of her ebony hair trailing across the man’s stomach underneath her. She had rid herself of her panties, but everything else remained. She thrust herself repeatedly onto the man’s cock, emitting soft sighs of pleasure. The man’s hands were firmly wrapped around her waist, guiding her onto him harder and harder with each thrust. He stopped her from impaling herself again and took over the job, pounding her like a jackhammer. A cry of satisfaction ripped its way from his sister’s chest. Oddly, it was the hottest sound he’d ever heard and his own cock immediately stood to attention.

She and the man were alone, the others having left when they were satisfied. But his sister continued on like some sort of nymphomaniac. He had no idea. The thought of how wrong it was to enjoy watching his sister enjoy herself vaguely flashed through his brain, but he was too drunk to care. The man underneath his sister pulled her off of him and pushed her off the bed. Obediently, yet without an order, his sister fell to her knees in front of the man Kyle didn’t recognize. He jerked his cock violently and with a great shudder, shot his load over his sister’s open mouth and chest. In true porn star fashion, she smiled and relished in the taste. Kyle disappeared before either one realized he was watching.

He hid in the doorway of his room as he listened to the man take his leave. As soon as the front door shut, he made his way back to his sister’s room. He found her bent over, searching under her bed for her other stiletto, and Kyle saw his chance. He shed his satin boxers and knelt to his knees. Without a word, he thrust into her. Darla let out a surprised moan – he could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke.

"I thought you were leaving, Tyler." she said, but when she looked over her shoulder, a horrified gasp left her lips. "Kyle!" she exclaimed. "Kyle! What are you doing?"

"Just let me." her brother whispered huskily. "I need this."

He began moving inside her, thrusting with a force Darla had never before experienced. Kyle felt thick and large inside of her, causing her to bow her head and grab onto the mattress above her for leverage. Another cry escaped her as she rocked with each thrust. Her brother reached forward and freed her tits from her corset, letting them bounce as he pounded her. He played with her rosebud nipples, pinching and pulling causing a delicious pain that had Darla nearly sobbing for more.

"Say it," he growled. "Say you like it when your brother fucks you."

"I love it when my brother fucks my pussy." she moaned.

The fact their joining was so wrong made it somehow feel so much better than it should have. Darla’s pussy was tight enough to cause any man the most pleasure he’d ever experienced, and she was doing amazing things with her muscles that Kyle had never had any other female do to him. There were no other sounds aside from their panting and skin slapping skin. Roughly, Kyle took Darla by her elbows and pulled her arms behind her back, forcing her face to the floor.

"You like that?" he asked with a smirk.

"You fuck that pussy right." she answered.

Kyle pulled out of her and laid on his back so she could mount him. There wasn’t a more beautiful sight than his sister’s double D’s bouncing as she rode him – and ride him, she did. With any other girl, he would have worried about her hurting herself with the force and rhythm his sister was taking, but she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. With a scream, his sister lifted herself off his lap and squirted a stream of come into the air. She fell to the mattress shaking, but he wouldn’t let her ride the wave for long. He got onto his knees and pulled her up onto his hips to start fucking her all over again.

"I didn’t know my sister was a squirter." he teased.

"Neither did I." she said, to his amusement.

"No one can make you come as hard as your brother, huh? Is that it, you fucking whore?" Without thinking, Kyle slapped her across the face. He had never done that with any of the other girls he’d been with, so he suddenly became worried of Darla’s reaction. Instead of seeming scared, his sister smiled devilishly up at him.

"Fuck your whore of a sister." she panted. "Fuck her until she squirts herself raw."

Kyle nearly blew his load right there. Instead, he continued to pound her, repeatedly hitting her g-spot. Within minutes, Darla was screaming again, squirting him with her juices. Unable to stand it any longer, he lowered his face inbetween her legs and shoved his tongue into her. Her clit was red and swollen from her orgasms, but that didn’t stop him from taking it into his mouth and sucking hard. Darla arched underneath him, moaning his name and curling her fingers through his hair. He slipped two fingers into her cunt and began to pound her that way, enjoying the suction noises her body was making for him. Never had he seen a girl so wet before – so responsive. He realized that by not fucking his sister, he was missing out on the finer things in sex.

When she came the third time, she was begging him to stop. Kyle had taken it all to the face and was licking up what he could from her legs when she made her plea. But he was ravenous, and hell-bent on tasting more. Ignoring her, he returned to his torture on her clit. He forced a third finger to join the two fingering her pussy and she let out a gasp of surprise followed by a steady jet of come issuing from her.

"Please, Kyle." she panted, chest heaving on the bed. "Please…"

Taking pity, Kyle returned to his knees and flipped her over onto her stomach. As he fucked her, he couldn’t help but admire the milky color of her skin, or the plump round of her ass. Instinctively, he smacked it hard, which elicted a loud moan from her. So he slapped her again. And again. When he felt himself about to come, he flipped her over to back and knelt over her head.

"Open your mouth." he ordered. She obeyed and he thrust himself into her, fucking her mouth as relentlessly as he had her pussy. Despite the sounds of her gagging, she continued to suck him off hard. With a loud groan, he spilled his load down her throat. He humped her face as he rode the aftershock of his orgasm and was pleased to feel her still sucking him. When he pulled out of her, she ran the edge of her teeth along him, making him wince from the new sensitivity in his cock.

Darla propped herself on her elbows as Kyle went to retrieve his boxers from the floor. She licked her lips, savoring his taste.

"Who would have thought incest was so much fun?" she asked huskily. Kyle turned to smirk at her and she was instantly hit by how sexy he was – rumpled hair and all. It was almost enough to make her want to ravage him all over again. Except this time, she’d do the slapping around.

"I sure didn’t." Kyle answered. "Good thing we live together, huh? Now we can fuck each other whenever we want."

"I’ll see you in the shower, bro." Darla said, throwing him a seductive wink. Kyle could feel his cock begin to harden again at the thought of taking her against the shower wall.

There were definitely advantages to rooming with your sibling during college…

            Anyways, she was a cool cousin at 11 AM (when we showed up), she offered me a drink.

Cory, “You want something to drink, Captain Morgan, Coors, we got a butt load of wine too”

Me, “It’s not even noon yet”:

“Ha-ha, Jess and me are on are second bottle (Jess is her sister, my other cousin)”, Cory.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll have a beer”, I have about 3 before noon.  As I relax on the couch she walks up to the other side of the table and bends over to get a chip.  My mouth starts to water as I stare down her blouse, just wanting to reach out and grab them.  My cock starts to get hard and I shift on the couch to try and conceal it.  As she comes up, she glances at me and flashes me a seductive grin.

            Everything seems normal, except, Cory is more “playful” then normal.  She is the type of cousin that slaps your ass, kisses her own sister on the lips, and wears those oh seductive outfits.  With those C cup breast and trim waist line she was my kind of girl.  She sat right next to me, assholes to elbows, and every time I looked at her, she would look back at me with that seductive grin.   As she puts her hand on my knee I feel myself begin to blush, then she slides her hand to my inner tight as she bends over to the table.  My dick starts to throb and I can only imagine how red my face was, her hand slides down my thigh a little more, and then contact happens between her hand and my ridged dick.   Her head snaps back and has on that grin of hers. 

            On of my aunts’ comments, “You look a little flush, you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, just need a little air”, I headed off on my own to basement to watch some TV.  I was joined at about 1 pm by Cory, just me and her.  To skip over the boring conversation here is the best parts of the conversation.

            “You have a girlfriend”, Cory?

            “Nah, it’s too complicated to have a relationship, right now I’m just about the sex”,  me.

            “Yeah, I wish I could remember that, it’s been such a long time that Chris and I have been together” Cory, “I mean this is not where I thought I would be at 29”.

            “It can’t be too bad; I mean how could he ignore your body?”

            “What are you saying?” Cory, as she grabs my thigh.

            I have to try and control myself while being “buzzed”, to say the least, at least 6 drinks at that point.  Here my 29 year old cousin who I dreamed of seeing naked since i was little was coming on to me.  In a “cool” voice I reply, “Any man who passes up a chance with you is a fool”.  I am half pissed at myself after saying it, not knowing how she would react.  The blood begins to pump into my dick, straining at my pants.

            “I can see you enjoy to see me”, Cory

            I’m floored, how do I answer that, um, I lusted after you since I was 9?   I manage to stutter a, “who couldn’t be?”

            “It’s been almost been half a year for me, Chris can’t get it up any more, and if he does he lasts like a minute.  How long has it been for you?” Cory.

            Ok, I was floored about her last comment, now I got a throbbing cock trying to remain cool, “yeah it’s been a few months” I reply.  We gaze at each other; the stare is broken when she glances down to my bulge. 

            “You got a problem there?” she looks right at my bulge, I shift nervously, “it looks like you have a problem I could help with”

            She bends over grabs my bulge, and breaths heavy in my ear, I melt into butter (I’m not one to take commands in the bedroom, but in the beginning she had me wrapped me around her finger).  A whimper in my ear and I had a hand up her shirt and a hand up her skirt squeezing her ass.  I hesitated, I wanted slap that ass as hard as I could, I had to resist, there were almost 15 of my relatives were upstairs and it wasn’t a big house.  In a sweet embrace we kiss hard and stumbled into the bathroom.  Her hand in my fly wrapped around my cock and my right hand squeezing her tight ass; left hand opening the door.  It was a tight room, almost like a toilet in an airline.  I acted first with a young lust, I tore off her shirt, leaving a few scratch marks a long the way.  She gasps and giggles as I suck at her tits.  Then I pin her against the wall, and she whispers in my ear, “we can’t be gone for too long, someone might come looking for us”.  I shut her up by kissing her on the lips, sliding my tongue in her mouth.  At that point logic went out the door, I was acting on lust only.  My hand goes up her thighs and pulls aside her thong panties and slips a finger into her.  She is completely waxed what a pretty little pink hole.   She is so wet I was able to fit three fingers in her.  I work her clit with my thumb as she bites my shoulder gasping for air. She is panting so hard she struggles to say, “I’m cumming, yes, oh god!”  I pull my fingers out and slip my pointer finger into her mouth; I rip off her panties and skirt with one pull.  I flick my tongue over her clit as I get up, her sweet juices leaving that musky taste on my lips.  Next she’s helping my out of my under shirt and pants.  I pull my pants and boxers to my knees and she springs on my cock.  My 7 inches of manhood disappear into her mouth, along with a bead of pre-cum that was dripping from the tip.  She bobs her head half way down, then a few bobs later she took it all in. I grab her arm and yank her up; she needed to be fucked as badly as I wanted to plow into her.  In the confined space we sifted spaces, giving me access to her ass and pussy.  I didn’t ease it in; I shoved it in her cunt, she let out a load moan, and led by heavy breathing.  Every thrust I think about how wrong it is to fuck my cousin.  That only brings me closer to orgasm.  She is slightly bent over giving me a clear view of her ass.  I spit on her ass hole and work my middle finger in.  I felt like I was in a dream, screwing my hot cousin while fingering her ass.  Not hearing any objections I continue to work it in and out.  I thrust in and out of her, and ask the boldest question of my life, “You want to be fucked in the ass?”  I have to hold myself from cumming from the answer “Of course I do”.   I take her hips and while still inside her I fling her against the wall.  With her hands and head pressed against the wall she takes a few steps widening her legs apart. 

“Wait I want a little more lube, there is some under the sink”, she said.  As she bent forward to get it, I slap her ass.    She dumps covers here hand in KY and works her fingers in and out of her ass.  “Chris use to love to use my ass, fuck me good”, she moaned.  I take the head of my dick, which was dripping with pre-cum and lube and circle her pretty little ass hole.  I have to control my shaking as I enter her ass, it takes a little force.  I spit on my cock as I enter her.  I slide into her luscious ass; we both let out a grunt.  She was so tight, but I could tell by the smile and the moans she was enjoying herself, so I step it up a notch.  A few minutes of me humping her butt as hard as I can, and I have to cum.  I pull out, “Shit, I got to cum baby, where do you want daddy to cum?”

            At first she lets out a little laugh at me calling myself daddy, “Cum on my tits daddy” She gets down on her knees and stares up at me with a smile.  I trust my dick out a little more, and she takes that as a hint.  She starts to blow me, finally I found a bitch that goes ass to mouth, I must be dead.  She trusts out her chest, squeezing them in anticipation.  In a quick thought, fuck, how awesome would it be to blow all over her face?  In less time it took to think, cum shot out all over her face, from her chin, to her hair.  The first wave hit her bangs and forehead, the second wave lands right in her left eye; she lets out a quick curse and tries to wipe the cum from her eye..  As soon as she wiped enough of the cum off with her hands, she just grins at me and asks, “What that fuck did you do, there are people upstairs, what am I supposed to do?”

            I smile back, “I don’t know, why don’t you eat it up?”

            “Next time aim for my mouth, now help me get this jizz off me, we have been gone for almost half an hour.  We don’t want any one knowing what we did” she said.  She takes my dick back into my mouth and sucks hard.  She licks her palm and goes straight to her index finger, I could tell she like the taste.  She quickly gets dresses looking quickly in the mirror to make sure she didn’t have any more cum on her face.  We went back upstairs, “Hey, there you are”, my aunt walks up to here daughter, “hey honey you have something in your hair”.  She wipes it out and rubs it onto her finger playing with it a bit before wiping it onto a napkin.  We look at each other and try not to laugh.

            Right before we were about to leave, go up to her and hug her.  She give ma a quick peck on the lips and then whispers, “wait till I see you next time, I got a surprise for you”.