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“I won’t Mrs Howard; have a nice time.”

 

Mrs Howard kissed his cheek, momentarily showing most of her breasts in a tight cleavage, his eyes dropped to them as he blushed from her peck. She turned in a cloud of perfume and chiffon to open the door and escape to her date for tonight.

 

Robert closed the door behind her, waving as she stepped into the waiting cab. Babysitting was a regular thing between him and Jean. Since her decree absolute had been granted, she had taken up some evening class or another in the local school; Robert sat for her every Friday trying to entertain her lively young daughter and keep her out of trouble. Abby, a vivacious twelve-year old, was no real trouble, they had even become friends in a kind of way; he was only four years older than she after all and could remember the antics he got upto, giving the sitter a hard time. Wasn’t that what they were for anyway?

 

He had seen Mrs Howard through the lowest times during the past few years. The divorce had not been amicable in the slightest. The fight over Abby had gone to court, as had the bitter war over finances. Mrs Howard, or Jean as she preferred, had hit bottom, often crying spontaneously; Robert had witnessed some of those despairing moments and, in his young inexperienced way, tried to be a friend, an ear for her to pour out her heart to.

 

The television was on when he came into the lounge. Abby had put a DVD in, Harry Potter, one of her favourites. She was curled up on a sofa, dressed in her nightie, ready for bed promptly at nine according to mummy, but somehow, was always extended for half an hour, sometimes even a little more.

 

“Do you want a drink?” Robert asked her and got a shake of the head by way of answer. He sat next to her to watch the film, probably for the third time.

 

Some way into it, a holistic dragon leaps almost from the screen; it always makes Abby jump, even though she knows the plot inside out. It is a ploy she had used on a few occasions now, knowing that, if she feigned fright, Bobby would put his arm around her to hold her body close to him; exactly the reason for the choice of film.

 

Predictably, he did just that, throwing a protective arm around her shoulder; he drew her closer to him. She nestled, feeling his warmth through his tee shirt and cuddled him around his stomach, her head resting against his torso.

 

It was no accident that her hand strayed to his groin. Abby wanted to feel his cock, even through his jeans; her imagination had her unzipping him so that she could grasp him in her small hand, his bulbous head, purple in colour, poking through her fist. He shifted a little, sitting up a bit so that her head lay in his lap. Robert had no idea what was on Abby’s mind until her fingers so carefully and deftly found the tab of his jeans. She had managed to pull his fly open without his knowledge until her fingers quested under the denim fabric. He almost shot up to a standing position, which would have thrown her full length onto the floor, but instead, she pushed herself up, using the hand still placed on his cock to lever herself into a kneeling position beside him.

 

“Can I see it Bobby?” Her saucer sized eyes looked directly into his with an expression that had almost always twisted her father around her finger before daddy left for good.

 

“No Abby, you can’t, it’s private.” She noticed he hadn’t lifted her hand away. She could feel his dick under the cloth of his underpants, her fingers closed around the girth of him, outlining his dick in cotton relief.

 

Half kneeling, she took no notice of his words, but full advantage of his momentary incapacity. In the time it took to blink, she had hooked a finger under the elasticated band of his shorts and pulled. His semi-hard cock was revealed. She grasped him, her fingers closing around him, only just meeting in a vice like ‘O’. He gasped and feebly tried to push her off of him, but the action only made her grasp tighter, concentrating all of his attention to where her hold on him was. He was in a precarious situation with his most delicate parts vulnerable in her grip.

 

She looked deep and directly into his eyes, he looked like a rabbit, caught in the glare of a pair of on-rushing headlamps.

 

“Abby…” He was gong to protest, but with the quickness of youth, she had ducked her head and planted a kiss on his cock head; the shock of what she had done, disabled his function of speech completely. Her lips parted, she took him in her mouth and suckled on him, using her tongue to trap his cock head against the ridged roof of her mouth. His traitorous cock sprang to life instantly, threatening to explode there and then.

 

Somehow, he managed to gather enough wits to gently lift Abby’s head so that her mouth was no longer likely to get flooded with his come. The memory of the warmth of her mouth lingered. Her hand still grasped him; he really was in desperate straights and clear thinking was something that eluded him at this precarious moment.

 

“Abby, this is wrong, you’re only twelve, and I’m a lot older.” Again, Abby ignored him, deigning not to answer, but instead, twisted around, straddled him and then sat down with a plop on his lap facing him. She had managed to keep hold of his cock, positioning him at the entrance of her down covered cunt until her downward momentum, forced his length into her body. Although she was tight, virginally tight, his cock wasn’t the first thing to have found its way into her little twat. Abby had had designs on Bobby for a while, since she became aware of the pleasure she could contrive from rubbing herself with a fingertip. Secretly, in the evenings after bedtime or in the shower, she had been practicing for this eventuality with her mother’s soft rubber dildo, fucking it into her, just as she had silently witnessed her mummy do in private moments when she was supposed to be in bed asleep. It had hurt at first, but the more she practiced, the easier it got. Her climaxes had hit a peak when she found the pleasures of her clit. Rubbing that hard little bead while ramming the bendy dildo into her twat; brought her off in no time flat and all the while, imagining Bobby’s cock pounding into her instead of a shocking pink coloured rubber dong.

 

She bounced up and down, using her knees either side of his slim waist. The feelings she received were confusing to her; the thrill of having successfully mounted the object of her desire was great, her body was responding in a much more aggressive and demanding way than when she had wormed the dildo into her, but his reaction was not what she had expected.

 

Instead of pounding into her as Uncle Keith had done to mummy many times, Bobby was just sitting still, dumbstruck and immobile. She stopped bouncing, sat down on him, successfully burying his shaft to the hilt and looked in earnest into his eyes. She couldn’t help tearing a little.

 

“Don’t you like me?” She asked, fearing the answer.

 

“Yes of course I like you; it isn’t that, just that, well, what we are doing here is totally wrong. I’m supposed to be looking after you, not making out.” He realised that his cock was still deep inside her; an involuntary twitch almost had him shooting his load. He was just as confused as Abby, at one level he was horrified at the position he was in, but at a more fundamental level, his cherry was being popped and it felt pretty damned good.

 

She burst into tears, her hands covering her face, wracking sobs caused her shoulders to bob, sending a tremor through her body to be transmitted straight to his dick still inside her and very much ready for unloading. He grasped her shoulders, as much to stop the feelings her movements were doing to his testicles, as to try and pacify the poor girl.

 

“Abby, I do like you; I like you a lot, but…”

 

“But, not enough...” She interrupted him. “…Not enough to want to screw me anyway.” A word she had heard her mother use on occasion while her uncle was ramming his cock into her. She went into another paroxysm of sobbing, the pressure was becoming too much for Bobby to bear; he was so close to coming that it was painful. Her words surprised him, even stung, because he did think an awful lot of this little girl. Her next words though, threw him into a complete panic.

 

“I’m telling.” She announced as she got off of his rock hard erection and cruelly slapped his dick with an open hand. Two things happened in very quick succession; Robert jumped up from the sofa as if his tail was on fire, pain galvanized him unto action and Abby ran, screaming blue murder, from the room, heading for the sanctuary of her bedroom.

 

It took him a few minutes to calm down sufficiently and get his throbbing cock back where it belonged, in the safety of his jeans, to be able to follow her. He was very worried now, not sure if Abby would in fact, tell her mother, but fearing she might say something on the lines of ‘Bobby touched me’ and the whole heap of pain that that would bring on. He knocked softly at her door hearing her sobs muffled. She didn’t answer so he knocked a little harder, using his knuckles.

 

He heard her answering, “What?” distortedly through the panelled door.

 

“Can I come in?” She didn’t answer. “Abby, can I come in please?” She still didn’t answer him so he tried the handle, it was not locked, the door swung open.

 

She had thrown herself on top of the bed, burying her head in a pink covered pillow. Her nightdress had ridden up to reveal her narrow buttocks, stark white in contrast to her sun-tanned legs. Robert tried not to look, but her position meant that this was the first thing his eyes landed on and, even in the position he was in now, male hormones are not interested in moral dilemmas.

 

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her nightdress down so that the distraction of her smooth skin didn’t sway him off track. He needed to know what she would say, if anything, to her mother and, if he could, dissuade her from telling. He stroked her hair in a soothing touch. She had stopped crying, just sniffed into her pillow, staying flat on her stomach.

 

“Abby, we have to talk.” She made no move to indicate that she was listening to him.

 

“Abby, I think you are lovely, I mean, you are a fantastic girl, pretty, attractive and all that, but…” She spun up from the pillow into a kneeling position next to him so fast that he didn’t finish what he was going to say.

 

“You think I’m Lovely?” She cocked her head and looked at him askance from underneath her eyelashes. “Do you really think I’m pretty?”

 

“Yes Abby, I think you are very pretty.” He wasn’t sure where this was going, but it was better than her crying.

 

She fluttered her eyes and asked, “Do you think I’m beautiful? Daddy called me his princess. I miss my Daddy.” The floodgates opened again as soon as the words left her lips, he held her while her slim shoulders shook as wracking sob after sob tore through her. He was at something of a loss as to what to do, so he did nothing other than hold her and stroke her hair. Gradually, she calmed again.

 

As with the wind and it’s fickle intention, her direction changed. “I’ve watched mummy and Uncle Keith; I know what to do you know and I’ve been practising; wanna see?” Without waiting for his answer, she spun from his side and jumped off the bed. He caught a glimpse of her hairless fanny momentarily. She ran from the room and was back in less than a few seconds. In her hand was a shocking pink dildo, obviously filched from her mother’s bedroom.

 

She dived, head first onto the bed and had her nightdress pulled up in less time than it takes to blink. Before Robert had time to react, she had flipped over onto her back, legs spread impossibly wide and the end of the shocking pink coloured dildo, disappearing into her tight little hairless twat.

 

Transfixed, he watched as she forced the thick rubber dong into her self and then began to fuck it into her body, using a good five or six inches of the foot long monster. She gripped it with one hand and rubbed her little clit with the fingertips of the other. At one and the same time, he thought that what he was seeing was the most troublesome, but the most erotic thing he had every witnessed. Pretty shortly, her back was arching as the dildo was getting rammed into her in a blur of motion, fingers furiously twiddled her pronounced clit until she cried out, collapsing in a quivering heap, the glistening dildo still inside her; fingers still as she calmed from her climax.

 

“See.” She said breathlessly, “I have been practising and guess who I think about while I’m doing it?”

 

She sat up, bending the dildo almost double where it was half in and half out. A stray thought passed through his mind, that that had to be uncomfortable, but she didn’t seem to notice. Her nightdress was pulled over her head while she sat on the dildo, facing him.

 

Fascinated and worried at the same time, Robert stared at her underdeveloped breasts; only in the first flush of budding. She traced his eye line.

 

“They will grow; I hope they aren’t too big when I’m grown up.” She, matter of factly announced, as if the scenario they were currently in were an every day occurrence.

 

She leant forward, bending the dildo even more, and kissed Robert’s lips; smiling as she did so. Automatically, his arms went around her slim frame, pulling her into him.

 

“Hang on.” She unfolded her legs and pulled the dildo from her body. He couldn’t miss the wetness of it. She laid it on top of the duvet then, turned back to Robert, grasping his hand and placing it on her reddened cunt lips. He made to pull his hand away, but she covered his fingers and forced one into her.

 

“Oh Bobby; how I have dreamed of this.”  She was still kneeling, facing him, her arms now around his neck. She drew him to her and kissed his mouth, pushing her small tongue between his lips. Her body felt hot to his touch, smooth, but the heat from her little twat, now resting in the palm of his hand while a finger explored her insides, was radiating out like a small furnace.

 

“Put the dildo in please?” She whispered into his ear; “Fuck me with it.”

 

As if having no will of his own, Robert reached out and caught hold of the dildo; it felt huge in his hand. She knelt up allowing him to pass it around the back of her, into his otherwise occupied hand to enter her from under. She sat down on it, back into an upright kneeling position. Still clasping his neck, she started riding the dildo while he held it upright. Her breath rattled in his ear as the effort told on her. Suddenly, his hand holding the pink monster was covered in girl jizz as her cum flooded around its girth. Shakily, she stood up on rubbery knees leaving his slick covered hand holding the dildo behind.

 

In his sitting position, her hairless little twat with its perfect fold was at eye level. He could smell her sex; the aroma of her juices invaded his nose. He dropped the dildo and pushed his hand between her legs until a lone finger entered her sex. He frigged her slowly, hooking his finger so that her little clit was pushed out and forward. He pulled her towards his face and licked her as his finger worked inside. She grasped his hair at the back of his head, pushing him into her cunt.

 

Again, she flooded; her juices ran down his hand and wrist. She gasped as if short of breath.

 

“Your turn!” She said as her legs buckled under her. She pulled at his zipper and yanked his jeans down with his help. His cock, although still sheathed in his boxer shorts, was prominent in its hardness. His jeans hit the floor, discarded, and then his shorts joined them along with his shirt.

 

She pushed him back gently and sat astride his body. The heat from her sex was like a small furnace on his stomach. Abby ran her hands over his chest as if she was giving him a massage; tracing circles while her twat rubbed against his body. She knelt up and shuffled down and then grasped his twitching cock. He supported his head on a couple of pillows so that he could watch her; all thoughts of stopping this had gone with his clothes, he was completely taken up with the run of events.

 

Slowly, she bent her body to bring her mouth into position; her tongue flicked out, licking the very end of his throbbing dick; a thin string of pre-cum connected them between cock head and her bottom lip.

 

He saw her smile, a curl of her lips as she lowered her face once more to take him between her lips and into her hot little mouth. She sucked hard, drawing even more blood into his bell-end, then, released the pressure of vacuum to begin stroking his length with her hand while holding him in her mouth.

 

He couldn’t take very much more of what her mouth and hand was doing. “Abby, stop please, otherwise it will be over too quickly.”

 

She said nothing, but spun around so that her back faced him, then she shuffled back and sat on his face, her knees spread wide. He tasted her cum from earlier as his tongue darted into her slit. It was as if she had been electrified, as soon as his tongue found her hard little clit, she began to rock and rub herself on him in a rapid pelvic rock, his nose getting forced into her little twat while his tongue concentrated on her nub. Suddenly, she stiffened and then spurted her girl cream into his mouth and nose while she whimpered and whined in a high-pitched voice he didn’t recognise as hers.

 

Bonelessly, she collapsed on top of him to regain her senses. After a few minutes, the quivering lessened to something manageable. She climbed off of him, only to turn around and stand with her feet either side of his body. Abby transfixed his eyes with an intensity of her own eyes, then, once she had his full attention, she slowly began to bend her knees, lowering her self until she had his cock at the entrance of her cunt. She poised for an agonising second or two, then, continued her downward progression, sinking him into her until her whole weight was centred on his cock.

 

Robert grasped her slim buttocks and lifted her easily, only to let her down again. He fucked into her as carefully and gently as he could, but the pressure and need to come was becoming extremely urgent. Gradually he increased the pace, Abby helped, placing her palms on his chest and lifting in time with Robert.

 

He felt his balls clench, the pressure had built to a point where he could no longer hold on. His come shot from him, splashing over her insides, filling her young cunt with his seed. Pulse after pulse left him, he cried out in release; Abby cried out in the same release and the realisation of her dream. At last, Bobby had fucked her, filling her belly with his milk. It might have only lasted for a few minutes, but was no less delicious in its intensity.

 

Her hand passed under her. She hooked a couple of fingers, feeling his cock inside of her tight cunt. Then she pulled them back out, covered in his and her come. Mischievously, she licked her fingers one at a time while she smiled her gratitude.

 

After staying inside her until his dick softened, Robert got up from the bed to go to the toilet. By the time he had washed him self off and returned, Abby was curled up under the duvet, fast asleep. He dressed and made sure she was covered properly.

 

His next couple of hours were spent in front of the television. It played to its self while he thought about what had happened. He knew it was all wrong and he was in deep trouble, but Abby had had him at a disadvantage; if she cried rape to her mother, he would be sunk, possibly goaled, but whatever, in a whole heap of trouble. His thoughts were interrupted when Mrs Howard quietly opened the front door. She was back from her night out much earlier than expected.

 

Immediately, he knew that she had been crying; her make-up had run in black lines down her face, her clothes were dishevelled and a mess.

 

“Oh Bobby,” She broke down in floods of tears as the door clicked shut behind her. She ran across the hall and threw herself into his arms. She sobbed, deep-wracking sobs of utter desolation, soaking his shoulder as her tears collected in his tee shirt, staining it beyond redemption. He held her close, his arms around her slim waist, then stroking her hair to try to soothe her. Gradually, her sobbing subsided.

 

Somehow, and he didn’t really have a clear recollection of exactly how it happened; they were naked in her bed.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Mrs Howard’s evening out had been a disaster. As so often happens when work colleagues go out, away from their normal environment, a different side of their personality often becomes prominent. David, who was fairly high in accounts, had turned from an essentially nice guy in his office persona, to a sexual predator when the shackles of office politics were removed.

 

Dinner had been okay. The Italian restaurant had been a little overpriced, but the food and service had made up for the cost. Initially, David had been the perfect companion, holding the door open for her and seating her at their table as a gentleman would. He had even consulted her on the choice of wine to accompany their food and chatted about general topics while they ate. But, afterwards, after the bill was paid and they had left the restaurant and walked for a while along the embankment of the city’s river, under the festoon lighting, his manner changed. As if a switch were turned on, his sexual predation swung into action.

 

They had sat on one of the many benches that lined the path and continued to chat about themselves, illuminated by the moon and the lighting. Suddenly, his words dried up, his mouth sought hers while his hands pulled at her clothing, mauling at her breasts and trying to part her knees. Did he expect that she would engage in a coupling here and now, in full view of the other couples that traversed the path? Was the man mad?

 

Her gentle refusal to allow his fumbling hands access to her body produced a violent reaction. Suddenly, his mood changed yet again, to anger, even to rage. He viciously hissed at her, reminding her that he had paid for dinner. Her retort, “Do you see that as payment for sex,” earned a sharp, backhanded slap to her face. He then, spun on his heel and left her there without looking back, miles from anywhere in the darkness of the park. He left her, almost running to be away from a failed encounter. Her revenge needed to be planned, but revenge she would have when she returned to her part-time job.

 

Eventually, she found her way out of the riverside park and hailed a cab. Robert, standing at the foot of the stairs, just inside her street door, was the first friendly face she had seen since, wordlessly, she had taken his hand and led him upstairs to her bed. She needed the comfort of a warm body next to her; she needed desperately to be held and soothed, but more, she needed to have a man inside of her to release the pent up fury, loneliness and frustration that threatened to overcome her completely. Her actions were unthinking, raw emotion commanded and demanded that she obtain a release, like any animal, living on nerves and instinct, Robert was the valve to allow her to vent her hurt and bruised self esteem.

 

She didn’t remove her make up, but left it smeared and streaked across her face, her clothes, usually carefully folded and put away, hit the floor in a desperate, untidy heap. Her panties and hose fell around her ankles just a second before she grabbed the bemused boy by his upper arm and pulled him to her on the bed.

 

She attacked him using her lips, mouth arms and legs. Her teeth nipped at his skin while she raked his flesh, leaving red welts in parallel lines over his chest. Then she had his cock in her mouth, sucking him with a wild abandon, her fist wrapped around his root, squeezing and coaxing him to erection. Frenetically, she forced him to the back of her throat until a gag reaction stopped her going any further, then, just as frenetically, she sucked him and fucked his hardening cock between her lips as if she couldn’t wait for him to give her his seed to swallow.

 

Robert didn’t quite know what to do. He lay on his back, smarting from the wheals she had raised on his chest, but also not knowing what was expected of him. At first, he lay stiff, with his arms beside him, knees straight while she abused his dick with her insistent mouth. His nerves and confusion about what was happening prevented him from really engaging in the act. But, then blood and nervous synapse took control of his responses, his knees came up, effectively parting his legs and giving her full access to his groin, his hands, as if of their own volition, ran through her auburn tresses, massaging her scalp and urging her on to take him to completion.

 

His earlier exploits meant that he was able to hold on to the moment of orgasm, but her wild ministrations were getting him rapidly to the point of shooting his load, his thighs clamped and thrust, while his buttocks squeezed together, forcing his hips up. She must have realised at some fundamental level, that he was getting close because she suddenly stopped sucking him and grasped his root firmly while she scooted up and sat astride him, guiding his throbbing phallus into her warm and wanting cunt.

 

She sunk down on him, burying his cock deep inside of her body. Then, she began a pelvic rock that rubbed her clit between his pubic bone and her own, creating a delicious friction that soon had her gasping.

 

Robert looked up at her, noticing that she had her eyes closed and her head thrown slightly back, exposing her throat with veins pronounced under the stretched skin. A brown mole between her tits that had been a beacon in his adolescent years drew his notice, which then, took in her swaying breasts. Her nipples, hard and effused, pointed at him, silently begging him to touch and fondle them. He obliged, taking both at the same time between thumb and forefinger and gently pulling on them. The effect was immediate, she stopped the pelvic rocking and started to fuck him properly, lifting and then plunging down to take him to her very soul inside of her.

 

The pace quickened, becoming more urgent as her climax approached. She supported herself with one hand braced on his chest; the other slid between her parted legs and viciously pulled and pinched at her clit, desperately bringing the onrush of climax.

 

Robert’s cock was rigid with blood, pulsing with need and getting ever closer to exploding inside the object of his young wet dreams. She was now getting very close as well, the combination of her fucking him, her fingers tormenting her most sensitive nub and his fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples, was taking her to that most special place of total orgasm, when the nerves jangle, bodies lose fluid in a violent reaction to the sensory overload and coherent thought is impossible.

 

Her teeth gritted in a primal grin, her breath escaping between parted lips and then she came, throwing her head back as wave over wave of pleasure overcame her. Her sweet orgasm flooded and soaking his groin as the last throws of her movement allowed her essence to escape around his cock. Sated, she sat astride him, feeling his twitching deep inside, nudging her womb entrance. Then, Robert involuntarily thrust upwards, driving him deeper still. His hot come spurted, then spurted again as his cock pulsed. She felt every throb as he emptied into her chamber and delighted as he emptied his spend.

 

She disengaged and climbed off of him to lie alongside his prone body and nestled against his cheek, whispering, “thank you.” Her head rested on his chest and in a few seconds was breathing deeply, asleep, contented and sated in his arms.

 

Unseen and silent, a figure moved away from the slightly open door to return to her bedroom, a secret smile playing over her mouth.

 

Robert waited until she had rolled away into a foetal position, her back to him, before he slid out of bed, found his clothes and quietly left the house to the sanctuary of his own bed, a few houses away.

 

The next morning, after he slept like a dead man, his mother roughly woke him telling him he had a call. Bleary eyed, he stumbled down the stairs and picked up the receiver off the wall.

 

“Hello.”

 

“Robert? It’s Mrs Howard, we need to talk, come over in an hour. Abby will be at school.” She hung up without waiting for an answer.

 

The time passed with him pacing the floor of his room. Had Abby told her mother what had happened? How much trouble was he in? He fretted and watched the clock as an hour trickled away at the pace of what seemed like minute long seconds.

 

He watched the school bus drive away from the vantage of his bedroom window, then, almost tore the back door off its hinges as he rushed out to confront her.

 

She was waiting for him, the door open and a look that that might strip wallpaper on her face. His heart sunk as his bottom lip began to be bitten in his habitual way when he was anxious. She stepped aside to let him in, then, closed the door with a click. Her house-coat swishing as she spun around to confront him.

 

Without preamble, she launched straight into what she had to say, not even taking him into the sitting room, but rather letting fly at the foot of the stairs in the hall.

 

“What happened yesterday was all wrong; totally wrong Robert.”

 

Robert hung his head and mumbled that he was sorry.

 

“What did you say?” She had her arms akimbo, staring him down.

 

“I said I’m sorry.” He kept his eyes down. “I know it shouldn’t have happened, I’m responsible and I am sorry.”

 

“What have you got to be sorry about you silly bugger?” Her manner was aggressive, borne out of a defensive position. She walked into the sitting room, not looking to see if he was following. “It’s me who should be saying sorry so keep quiet while I get this off my chest; Sit.” She pointed to the settee.

 

Robert was confused, he thought that she had found out about what he and Abby had been up to, but instead, she was making the all the wrong noises for someone who was about to chew him out for fucking her daughter and the expected fury that that would prompt. He slumped into the settee nervously; waiting for her to say whatever it was she had to say.

 

“What happened last night was a mistake Robert and cannot happen again. I took advantage of you and I am sorry.” She sat on the edge of an opposing settee, clasping her hands together between closely shut knees. Her eyes carried a forlorn message of hopelessness, “I was upset when I got back....” Her tone softened; “…and I needed… something; a hug… someone to hold… I don’t know, but what I did to you was unforgivable. You have been a real friend to Abby, and me; I trust you and betrayed that trust in a moment of weakness. Please forgive me?” She looked at him, imploring his understanding silently now that the first rush of words was out.

 

Robert remained quiet for a moment, trying to organise his thoughts and not say the first thing that came into his head. This was one of those rare moments when emotions and truth all come together, a moment when nerves are raw an open to the slightest dent or wound, a moment when the wrong word could ruin everything forever. He wanted to tell her how much he had dreamed of exactly what happened last night; he wanted to tell her that it had been the culmination of wishes, so long in the making. It was also a moment for soul bearing, but he thought to keep his experience with Abby a secret, knowing that Jean would not understand or accept it in any way.

 

“I wanted it to happen…” he began; “…I have wanted for us to be together for so long, ever since Mr Howard left. I have dreamed of a night like last night and it came true at last, so you have nothing to be sorry for. You needed a friend and I was able and more than willing to be that friend; I will be happy to keep on being that friend, for as long as you want me.” He looked at her, staring at the top of her bowed head, willing her to look up into his eyes so that she could see the truth of what he was saying and how much he really wanted it to be. Her shoulders gently shook, her silent crying became obvious to him after a few seconds; Robert thought his heart would break. Without thinking, he jumped up from the settee to sit beside her and threw his arm around her heaving shoulders. His selfless action opened the floodgates; she sobbed like a child, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked; she buried her face in the crook of his neck as he gently rocked her and patted her back in a futile attempt to stem the flow of tears.

 

When, after a little while, her sobs lessened, he cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand, turning her to face him. He kissed her lips lightly, then, kissed her eyelids, tasting the salt of her tears. He wiped at her cheeks as she sat, still in the embrace of his arm as if she were the younger one of the two. Then, he kissed her again, feeling the warmth of her lips and the sweetness of her breath. For him, it was a moment of pure love, his heart aching at her obvious pain and wanting to take it all away if he could. Her lips parted in response to his kiss; what had been a chaste touch of lips, was now, becoming something else entirely.

 

She swivelled on the edge of the settee, knocking her knee against his and turned her body toward him. Her arms encircled his neck, drawing him into her, pulling him close so that her breasts squashed against his chest. He clasped her, feeling each breath as it was drawn into her lungs; her heart as it hammered against her ribs as if to break out. Her tongue snaked out, between his teeth in an exploratory search, he responded in kind, tasting the sugar of her morning coffee on her tongue.

 

“I have been so lonely.” She whispered into his mouth. “Take me to bed?”

 

Robert broke the embrace and kiss to stand up. He offered his hand, pulling her up when she took it. Silently, he led her up the staircase with its white balusters and stained handrail and then into her bedroom. The bed was unmade the sheets in an untidy mess, the duvet scrunched up to one side and the pillows bunched into crescent shapes where her head had been.

 

Wordlessly, he turned her around to face him guiding her by the shoulders, then, gently pushing her backwards so that she sat on the edge of the bed. He untied the ribbon bows of her housecoat one at a time, starting at the nearest to her throat and working downwards to reveal her lilac silky chemise underneath. He slipped the robe off of her shoulders and kissed each of them as she sat there immobile, her arms hanging at her sides. Then, he slipped the thin straps of the silky garment off of her shoulders; it was loose enough to pass over her breasts with a little help from him. They bounced slightly as the fabric passed over her nipples. She continued to sit, transfixed, her breasts bare to his gaze, the chemise bunched around her hips and her housecoat a crumpled heap behind her.

 

Robert thought that he had never seen a sight like it before.

 

He knelt, cupping one breast and mouthing the other, drawing her nipple between his teeth. She shivered slightly as the electrical touch evinced a reaction. She shook her arms out of the thin loops of her chemise and held his tousled head, enjoying the feel of his warm mouth as it suckled on her teat. A familiar fire began in her belly, spreading out to engulf her. It had been so long since a man had stoked that particular flame, it was a familiar tension deep inside her belly, but had almost been extinguished since her husband had left. The few occasions she had taken her brother-in-law to bed had never pricked the insular wall she had built around her loneliness or inner self. Her juices flowed unnoticed, lubricating and preparing her sex for his entry, it was a delicious feeling, and she gave herself to the abandon of sex.

 

Jean lay back over the discarded clothing on the bed, drawing her breast away from him, but exposing her whole body to his gaze. Although she was almost twice his age, she had remained trim, having regained her figure after Abby’s birth. Her tits were slightly on the small size, a reasonable B cup, but adequate she thought. Her stomach had flattened with the exercises she had religiously done to tone up; her legs, she thought to be her best feature, were long and toned with the remnants of summer sun still remaining as a light tan to her skin.

 

He remained kneeling between her legs that dangled over the edge of the bed. Slowly, his hands covered her knees then, slowly travelling up in parallel lines, over her thighs, meeting at her mons, then, over her stomach in a delicate touch that had her tingling in anticipation. They continued up until at last, grasping her breasts with his thumbs rubbing her already hardened nipples. The whole movement was languid and sensual, almost like a gentle massage. Her desire rose as the heat in her belly increased in intensity.

 

Then, she sighed as his lips found her moistened cleft. His tongue darted out, parting her lips to find her clit. Her pubic hair, kept short, but still giving a full cover, tickled his nose; he ignored it as her taste and smell overtook his sinuses. The first touch of her clit on his tongue brought forth a squeal and a yip of electric tension from her. Jean’s legs drew up and spread to allow him full access to her most sensitive nerve centre.

 

The tip of his nose replaced his tongue, rubbing against her excited clit as he pushed the organ into her cunt to get the whole of her taste over his waiting buds. He tongue fucked her slowly, squashing his nose against her pubic bone, trapping her clit and causing a friction, delicious in the heat until she moaned and shuddered through a mini orgasm. Her essence trickled in a slick stream; he loved her taste and wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life doing just this, knowing that it brought her pleasure and delighting in his ability to please her so. Pretty soon though, the friction became uncomfortable for both of them, it was time for him to make love to her, to enter into her golden box and savour the delights of passion, so often dreamt of.

 

He stood and grasped her bent knees, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. His rigid cock quested for her sex, but slid over her clit at his first attempt to enter her body. Jean gently grasped his manhood and guided him to her waiting cunt. Robert shuffled forward, feeling the bottom of the bed rest against the bridges of his feet, then, with a pelvic thrust; his cock entered her warmth until the whole length was buried inside of her. She raised her legs and brought them closer to rest on his shoulders but allowing her enough space between to be able to rub her clit as his insistent thrusting brought her to another, more fulfilling climax. She came in a gush, soaking the bedclothes and the floor at his feet.

 

Robert’s cock ached for his release; the pressure had built to an intolerable level, holding on was not going to be an option for very much longer. His groin tightened while his balls produced seminal fluids and spermatozoa that would soon be flooding into her warm and willing womb. Then, his climax rushed upwards, amalgamating in confusion of orgasm. He sprayed his come against the walls of her cunt, spurt after spurt ejected from him as his thrusts became suddenly jerky and uncoordinated and his knees looked to be on the point of collapse.

 

He disengaged from her to lie alongside, facing her still heaving body where her breath was being drawn in ragged gasps. He threw an arm over her, cupping the opposing breast and would have fallen into a deep sated sleep were it not for her need to say something.

 

“Robert… that was… Oh! Never mind.” Apart from breathing, she seemed to be having a problem with what it was she wanted to say.

 

“What Jean? What was it?” He urged her.

 

“You have no idea how I needed that,” She said at last, “but it was so wrong.”

 

“Did it feel wrong?” He asked, knowing what her body had told him.

 

“It felt wonderful.” She snuggled against his sweat soaked skin. “It felt wonderful and exciting and I am so fucked.” She scooted across the bed so her legs were no longer dangling over the side. Robert shifted with her then held her as she curled into a foetal ball with her ass pointing towards him.

 

“How was it wrong?” He persisted. “Do you mean the age thing? Or is that you see me as something less than a man?”

 

“No not that… well perhaps because you are almost half my age, but you have been coming here baby-sitting for a few years now, I have watched you grow from a gawky kid into a fine young man. You should be out with a nice young girl your own age, not fucking some old desperate divorcee who should know better.” There, she had said what she meant to say a few minutes ago, but it didn’t make her feel any better about what was happening. She did like the feel of his arms around her and the warmth from his stomach where her ass was pressed into it.

 

“I told you, I have dreamt of this for so long now I can’t remember when it began. Laying here with you, is truly a dream come true for me, I can’t believe it has happened and I can’t tell you how happy I am to be here right now.” He was rewarded with a grunt; Jean was rapidly falling into a contented sleep, sated and replete in his arms. He slept too; all thoughts of Abby erased from his mind.

 

Later, sometime around noon, she woke and was disorientated for a few seconds, finding another in her bed where, she was used to feeling nothing but a vacant space. Then the memory flooded back as he stirred. Her thoughts raced around in her head. Was it possible? Could it be? What about the neighbours? What would her ex-husband have to say, especially where the custody battle had only just been completed? What would his parent have to say about it? So many questions danced across her mind, raising more questions in their wake, but the prevailing question was the age difference; he is only sixteen and I’m thirty almost. It is impossible; or is it? The fact that she had become a mother at his age had little to do with her thinking, just that, perhaps in a few years time, or even sooner, he would tire of her and she would be alone again. Could she compete against younger girls? Could she handle that or the accusing fingers or scorn from the neighbours. And so the endless warring questions criss-crossed her mind, tying her up in knots of doubt. The more she thought about it though, the more she was persuading herself that it could never work and that, if she had any feelings for him, she would let him go to find an attractive girl, more suited to his age.

 

Then, each and every one of those thoughts dissipated into so much ethereal smoke when his vivid blue eyes opened and he smiled at her as she came into focus. Without hesitation, Robert kissed her mouth, pulling her to him and, as if nothing had happened an hour or so earlier, the fires of passion immediately were stoked into life. His cock hardened and pointed at her as if to say, you are mine.

 

She took him in her mouth, bringing him to the point of climax, then Crying, “Oh God!” as he slowly fucked her. Her worries flew away with each stroke until she was left with nothing but sheer instinct in the act of procreation.

 

The day continued with them in bed, alternately snoozing and fucking each other in a variety of ways, using whatever came to mind, mouths, hands and tongues. Jean thought that the highs this young man was taking her too had been a place never to be visited ever again after her separation and divorce. Robert seemed to know instinctively, exactly where and how to touch her in order to bring her to a plateau, she hadn’t needed to direct him very much, but in those few instructions she had given, the reward was far more than she could have expected. He was a fast learner and seemed to have an unlimited and inexhaustible amount of stamina.

 

For Robert, what had happened and was happening by the minute only reinforced the love he had for her. He hoped that she might fall in love with him in the passage of time. Already, he had differentiated between love and lust, a rare thing in one so young.

 

Later, when both of their desires were more than satisfied, they talked, making wild plans, but realising that, for the moment, Robert needed to stay at home, finish his studies then, if they still wanted each other, make their partnership a more permanent thing. In the meantime, they could share a secret sexual liaison.

 

He showered at last, cleaning of the smell of their combined essences before heading for home and the chance to reflect on a turn of events far beyond his wildest dreams.

 

His first night staying over in Jean’s bed was to open a can of worms, but that was in the future and still, Abby was far from his thoughts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

The long hot summer waxed into autumn and then, in turn, to winter. Both Robert and Abby celebrated birthdays with the passing of gifts and then more gifts as Christmas came and went.

 

Abby was cast as a shepherd in the nativity play at school. Jean and Robert laughed with the rest of the audience when baby Jesus landed on his head with a loud thud and Mary wore a mortified expression that was a classic picture and then again, when one of the wise men forgot his lines, to be reminded by a rather loud stage whisper from the wings.

 

Christmas had been hard for Abby. Her father might have left home, but it seemed that he had also left her as well as her mother. His card had a cheque for one hundred pounds, but nothing else. No words of love or that he was missing her or even an invitation to come and see him in his new house. In her mind and with the astuteness of a young girl, the money was by way of absolution for his conscience. In that one thoughtless act, he had alienated his daughter beyond repair. She was not likely to forgive the latest and greatest betrayal.

 

Jean had noticed a change in Abby. She had always been a little dizzy and somewhat clumsy and loud, but she had suddenly become much more self-assured, displaying a quietude of manner, as if she were carrying a secret. Abby also displayed rather more affection toward Jean with impromptu hugs and consideration of her space. Jean found herself liking Abby more, she loved her of course, as a mother does her child, but at another level, they were becoming friends who shared little moments, a kindred closeness. Jean thought that it might be the result of her father leaving home, perhaps a basic need to know that at least one of her parents was a constant in her life, so, didn’t question it, just enjoyed the bond they were developing.

 

Abby herself, was quite content. She had achieved her goal in seducing Robert. She would have liked to visit that special place again, but it pleased her that her mother and Robert were involved. She liked how her mum bounced around and became more like a girl, she liked that Robert was around occasionally and thought that perhaps, she might get another chance with him sometime, but was in no hurry and really didn’t want to spoil her mother’s secret or happiness. In seducing Robert, she had stepped over a threshold, had experienced that which her fantasies had promoted to an elevation far beyond the event, and, in a moment of maturity, way beyond her years, knew that she would one day, reach that goal of sexual summit again, but only when she was ready and rather more well equipped to handle it.

 

Robert’s exam result arrived. They were not brilliant, but good enough to take him to college where he wanted to study physical education. He was better than okay at most sports, but liked the idea of teaching it. To do that, he needed at least to obtain a degree in sport. He also needed to take higher exams in English and Math. September saw him embark on a path that he hoped would shape his future career and lead on to a teaching degree.

 

Jean also was progressing in her job. The chance to increase her hours had come at just the right time, allowing for a better Christmas with the extra income. It suited her needs and still allowed her to be home in time for Abby’s return from school. Her revenge over David came from an unexpected quarter. Imelda, a fairly new receptionist, very publicly and very loudly announced that it would be a cold day in hell before she went out with such an animal like him. Then, went on to inform everyone who was interested, that he had left a defenceless woman in the middle of London when she refused him sex. Although she didn’t mention Jean by name, it was common knowledge, at least amongst the women in the office and then, by most of everyone else. Many eyes turned to Jean who was sitting quietly, watching the interaction. By implication, it was accepted that she had been the victim of this predator. David’s humiliation was total and complete. Wordlessly, his face florid in embarrassment, he fled the office and found another job a week or two later.

 

Time and circumstance conspired to keep Robert and Jean apart. They managed an occasional secret coupling, usually frenzied and hurried, taking the infrequent opportunities when Abby was visiting friends after school. By tacit agreement, they hid their romance from everyone, preferring that things not be public, at least for the time being.

 

Spring came with melting snow and a gradual rise in the ambient temperature. The days grew longer and warmer. Then in turn came Easter as a celebration of the end of the harsh, cold weather. It was also Jean’s birthday.

 

Abby had baked a cake. Secretly, she had been preparing it at her best friend’s house with the help of Alice’s mother. The finished article was really very good. The icing over the rich cake was quite artistic and the writing in fluorescent green spelling out, ”The best Mum in the world”, was neatly done.

 

Abby called Robert to come over, conspiring with him that she had baked a cake as a surprise. She let him in through the back door. They waited side by side in the living room; both bearing gifts while Jean finished her shower. Abby’s cake sat on the table, candles ready to be lit, and her hand-made card alongside.

 

Robert’s gift of a crucifix was burning a hole in his pocket where he was so eager to give it to her. He had managed to appropriate a bottle of wine from home and had stashed it in the fridge to chill.

 

Eventually and completely ignorant of her waiting audience, Jean came down the stairs wrapped in a bath towel and rubbing her hair dry with another. She stepped into the living room to be confronted with a “Ta-Dah!” from them both.

 

She froze in mid rub, her arms raised above her head, holding the towel in place while her brain caught up with the scene of the two of them patiently waiting for her appearance. The sight of the two people she loved more than anything in life, standing side by side, almost tore a wracking sob from her throat in a sudden up rush of emotion.

 

“Oh!” She managed to quell the sob, swallowing it. Then her eyes found the cake and in an instant, took in the workmanship and labour that had gone into its making. “This is a nice surprise.” The ineptitude of her words made her wince a little. What she really wanted to say was something more along the lines of; what a fantastic, heart wrenching pleasure, a cake that had love lavished in its creation, a cherubic face, gleefully waiting to spring the surprise and a young man, eager to please her in any way he could. That it was a scene she would treasure forever.

 

 

“Happy birthday!” They yelled in unison, delighted smiles on both of their faces when they realised that she was completely bowled over by the surprise. Abby rushed over and threw her arms around Jean’s shoulders in a hug. They laughed, almost falling over in the fierceness of Abby’s momentum. Robert came over rather more circumspect to add a chaste kiss to Jeans cheek, but was immediately enfolded in interlocked arms by them both. He hugged them back with an arm around each of their waists and received a kiss from Jean and Abby. Privately, he realised for the first time that Abby was as tall as Jean and had developed quite a bit since summer. Guiltily, he pushed the thought away, not wanting to think about what had happened between them, preferring to compartmentalise that event into the “to be forgotten area of his mind.”

 

They broke apart to present their gifts. Abby puffed out in pride in the fruits of her labours and the accolades that came with them. Jean enthused and congratulated her daughter at the quality of the piping on the cake and artistry of her card.

 

Robert’s gift was received with effusive thanks and immediately put around her neck. A private look passed between them that promised a rather more, in depth thank you was owed and would be paid. Jean left the two of them cutting the cake into quarters and then eighths to get dressed. She awarded herself some little time to pamper herself a little, rubbing in a fragrant moisturiser all over her skin, then a light atomised spray of Jean Paul Goutier, eau de par fame. She admired her body in the full-length mirror that resided in the corner of her bedroom. For a thirty something with another year under her belt, she didn’t look at all bad she thought.

 

“I would fancy you myself.” She remarked aloud and then laughed at herself as she inspected the curve of her bum as far as possible in a two dimensional image. She selected a figure hugging pair of jeans and a top that flattered her breasts. These were pulled over a matching set of thong and push up bra she had bought for herself in “La Senza”, a present she gave to herself with Robert in mind.

 

Dinner was almost formal, sitting around the dining table, candles as a centrepiece and a glass of wine each. They laughed and chatted, enjoying the familiarity of each other’s company then, later, played trivial pursuit, cheating outrageously and giggling all the way through it.

 

Eventually, Abby yawned and stretched with her arms held vertically aloft. She kissed her mother good night with an embrace around her neck that said rather more than goodnight. Then she kissed Robert’s cheek, also wishing him a goodnight, but with a theatrical wink as if to say, I’m clearing out of the way so you two can play.

 

Robert sat in an armchair, pleasantly comfortable, watching the dancing flames of the fire. Jean had got up to turn the lights down low now that Abby had gone to bed. She sat on the floor at his feet, resting an elbow and then, her head on his knees, her feet curled under her.

 

He felt an ache in his heart. She was so damned attractive; he loved her hair, the subtle changes of shade. He loved the shape of her neck and the curve as her neck joined her shoulders. He adored the freckles she had on her shoulders; small splashes of colour, as if flicked from a paintbrush. Her breasts, even though she thought of them a small, were perfect as was her flat stomach and neatly trimmed thatch of dark pubic hair. These memories of her saw him through his day, but also distracted him from his studies at the oddest times.

 

His wandering thoughts were brought back into sharp focus as her hand wormed between the teeth of his opened zipper to find his cock. He hadn’t felt the slider being pulled down in his relaxed state, but was now fully awake.

 

She found his flaccid organ and freed it from the confines of denim. It looked slightly ridiculous, poking out of his jeans, but either Jean didn’t notice, or could care less as her lips encircled the dark head and the warmth of her mouth drew blood into the rapidly hardening rod.

 

She scooted around a little, making it easier for her to suck him into her mouth and with hands behind his knees; she pulled him forward so that he was prone in the armchair.

 

Jean had allowed an inch or so between her lips, but then stopped and knelt up. Deliciously slowly, she popped the button of his jeans and tugged them over his hips and down to his ankles. She undid the bottom few buttons of his shirt and tucked the ends under him. Deeming him prepared, jean deliberately slowly, lowered her mouth to his glistening cock, licking his eye with the very tip of her pointed tongue and then running it around the flanged edge of his cock head. He twitched and moaned and then gritted his teeth as her head sank lower, allowing him entry into her mouth. He felt her teeth gently rasp over his sensitive nerve endings as his cock continued the agonisingly slow progression into the warm haven of her mouth. She had over half of his twitching phallus now in the most intimate embrace she could give, but was not content, she had determined to swallow the whole length, but didn’t want to gag, so, by going slowly, she thought that she might achieve her goal and make it something special for him at the same time.

 

Millimetre by millimetre, she sank lower, pushing him deeper, trusting that he wouldn’t thrust and ruin the effort. Fully engorged, the girth forced her to open her mouth a little wider, but still she continued to ease him deeper. He was now passed the back of her tongue, passed the point where her gag reflex would have kicked in normally. His hair tickled her nose; then he was right to the back of her throat, there was no more to engulf, his whole length nestled in her warmth. In an inspirational moment, she had the idea to nod her head, rather than bob up and down. The effect was to create a gentle massage to his dick. Somehow, she managed to breath as the rocking motion brought him to a shuddering climax. Her reward was his semen, hot and urgent, flooding her throat and passing into her stomach.

 

Robert hadn’t moved a muscle while she took him to a heavenly orgasm. He didn’t dare move, not wanting to spoil the deliciously slow crescendo that she had given him, but now he had come and she had released him from the prison of her mouth, he touched her hair and then, cupped her face as she wiped a globule of his spend from her lip.

 

“Let’s go to bed.” She said, getting up from the floor and offering her hand. She hit the light switch as they passed hand in hand to mount the stairs and continue what had been the best birthday she could remember.

 

Sometime later, after Robert had returned the favour with his mouth clamped to her clit while he worked two fingers over her “G” spot and then fucked her slowly, with a passionate tenderness until she had locked her feet behind his buttocks and pulled him into her body as far as he would go, they fell into a sated sleep, locked in an embrace, her head on his chest, his arm protectively around her shoulder.

 

Jean woke early in the morning and reached for his dick, hoping to feel him inside her one last time before the constraints of their lives took control of the day. She found a hand already wrapped around the base of his shaft. Suddenly wide eyed, she raised her head from the pillow and found that Abby had crept into the bed, sometime in the night. She had hold of the sleeping Robert’s cock in a vice like grip, but was, to all intents, asleep herself.

 

Jean didn’t know what to do for a few moments. She knew that Abby was sexually curious, she even knew that her vibrator had found its way out of her ‘special’ drawer and had a fairly good idea that Abby might have used it. Jean thought that, although this might be a little early in Abby’s development, suppressing it would probably be more harmful.

 

But having her active with a man was a step too far. Somehow, she was going to have to broach the subject, perhaps it was way passed time for the Mother daughter chat. In the meantime, she had to do something with this little scenario. She peeled back a finger at a time, Abby’s fist and with a few sleepy grunts, but little else, managed to free Robert’s stiff cock from the grasp of her fourteen year old’s grasp. She gently woke him, silencing any waking noises with a kiss and then a finger on his lips, urging him to quiet.

 

He slipped from the bed noiselessly. Abby stirred and turned over but did not wake. Silently they left her to sleep on while they showered and fucked in the locked bathroom.

 

Jean told him about what had happened. Robert blushed, but managed no to blurt out that he had known when Abby got into bed, or that he had slipped a finger into her lithe little body while she rubbed him until he came over the sheet or that he had in fact, fucked her daughter, at her insistence, some time back now.

 

Later, after Robert had returned home, the conversation between Jean and Abby didn’t go exactly how she expected it to. It started off okay, a general chat about boys and sex, but then Jean had to mention that getting into her bed was now off limits.

 

“Occasionally, Robert and I will be in bed together. I know you are happy that we are together and I know you are adult enough to realise what goes on when that happens, but it is something between him and I Abby, not for you to share.”

 

“Why not?” Abby asked, guilessly.

 

“Well for one thing, you are too young.”

 

“To young for Robert do you mean?” Her faced portrayed a perfect innocence.

 

“Well, yes as a matter of fact, but also too young to be sexually active.” This was getting a little deeper than Jean felt comfortable with, but the next words from Abby were devastating in their argument.

 

“Like Robert is too young for you?” The barb sunk deep. “I mean, he is nearly half your age isn’t he, but it doesn’t stop you from screwing him now does it?” Abby looked into her mother’s eyes and knew that she had won a moral victory, she also knew that if she drove it too far, irreparable damage would ensue, so decided to be gentle with her fragile mother’s feelings. “I know what goes on between you, but that makes me happy. I like the way you are when he is around and I like what it does for you, he’s much better than anyone else and that includes dad or Uncle Keith.”

 

Somewhat defeated, Jean broke the connection of eyes. The truth of what her daughter was saying hit home. Yes Robert was way too young for her, but it was also true that her heart skipped a beat when he was near. Jean realised, perhaps admitting to the fact that she had developed a love for him. No! That wasn’t right, she loved him with a passion and really wanted for them to take it further. She wanted him all to herself and in a way, felt selfish about it.

 

“You are right Abby. Robert is too young in the eyes of the world. I doubt many would accept what we feel. All I know is that I want him, can’t live without him at any price.”

 

“Any price?”

 

“Yes.” A tear traced a course over her cheek at the fleeting thought that they wouldn’t be together.

 

“So, if I said that part of that price is that we share him, how would that be?” The trap was set and all it needed was for Jean to fall in. “Would that be too much of a price?” But Jean had known where this was headed and had already prepared an answer.

 

“Yes… and no. Abby, you are my daughter, you’re only fourteen and I must protect you and raise you as best I can. I can’t allow you to become involved in some kind of sexual relationship. It would be a dereliction of my duty.” Jean sniffed a sob back. “But if I have to, I will give up Robert or anyone else until you are old enough. It would break my heart, but if that is what is necessary, then that is how it will be.”

 

“Ha! A dereliction of duty, whatever that means, well mum, it is too late, I have had sex more than once and enjoyed it. I was careful, I went to the Doctor’s a year ago and have been on the pill since; so, I won’t get pregnant, unlike you.” She paused for effect, waiting for her mother to catch up. “So, my terms are, if I chose to and Robert is willing, I will take him to my bed, unlike you, he will not make me pregnant.”

 

“I’m not pregnant.” It was the easiest thing Jean could pick up on from the revelations her daughter had just given.

 

“News flash mum; you are pregnant, my guess is about two months.” She was right. “What are you gong to do now?”

 

Gradually, realisation of her condition, along with a piece-by-piece destruction of her argument, Jean accepted that they would share Robert. But, now that she knew she was going to have a baby, things had just gone completely crazy. The conversation finished with plans being made. First thing was to tell Robert of his impending fatherhood, then let him into the family secret, for that is what the arrangement would be, then plan what the three of them were going to do with a fourth member of the family to look out for.

 

He was in for the shock of his life. Men can be so gullible and really, although they like to think otherwise, they are completely at the mercy of a woman.

 

Chapter 4

 

 

 

“How do I look?” Jean had tried on most of her wardrobe, discarding dress after dress and looking critically in the mirror at her reflection, only to dump each ensemble in an untidy and ever growing pile of clothing on the bed. The dress she had settled on was a low cut, figure hugging, black velvet evening dress with a low-neck line and a slit to mid thigh. It was slimming, not that Jean needed it, and very flattering to her shape.

 

“You know, I think that’s it. You look fabulous Mum; it just needs some pearls or something.” Abby was also going through the same pile of clothes, but found them just a little too big for her. She had grown to the same height as her mother, but had yet to flare out into full womanhood. Her hips were too thin and her boobs, now in a training bra, still had a way to go. “I want to get my ears pierced. If we’re sharing a man, then we should share jewellery” Her mischievous grin split her face and caused Jean to laugh.

 

Even though she had laughed at Abby’s jest, Jean was not happy that she had been manoeuvred into acceptance of her daughter’s proposal. On one hand, Abby was way too young, in her opinion, to engage in sexual relations, but on a rather more fundamental level, she wanted Robert all to herself. She wasn’t happy that Abby had taken herself to the Doctor without telling her. She was furious that he had prescribed Abby birth control pills without letting her know. It might be a stupid law in this crazy politically correct world, that the patient’s rights are paramount and that, confidentiality prevented him from saying anything, but she had hoped that her relationship with the Doctor was sufficiently good enough that he might have let her know somehow. The realisation that he would have needed to examine Abby internally, without her permission or presence, appalled her, but that is English law and as a parent, you are dammed if you do and dammed if you don’t.

 

Abby was just peeling off a shimmering silver metalic party frock Jean had bought years ago to attend some function or another with her ex-husband. She looked at her developing daughter, feeling a pang as her slender body was revealed, noticing the first fluffs of hair under her arms and her budding breasts, nestling in the training bra they had bought a few weeks ago in Marks and Spencer’s.

 

“Abby…” Jean sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the dress to hit the pile of clothing, waited for Abby’s attention. “You know, I am not entirely comfortable with our agreement and think I have told you why. You are so young and should be enjoying your childhood…”

 

“I am not a child Mum. I’m not like Suzy or Claire, who are still silly and stuff.” There was a warning note in her voice that brooked no nonsense. Her two best friends were juvenile in comparison, that was true, in all things, but that was how Jean thought Abby should be and indeed, would have preferred her to be like.

 

“I know you’re not a child darling, but even so…” She shrugged, allowing her body language to complete the sentence.

 

“Look and this is how it is going to be, I don’t intend to jump into bed with Robert every chance I get. In fact, I don’t have any plans at all in the direction, but, what I am trying to agree with you is the fact that I might want to and that you agree; okay?” Abby’s own body language was letting Jean know that she meant business and there was no argument good enough to change her mind. “Now, are we going to get dressed here or what?”

 

There had been a subtle shift of power between Mother and Daughter since Jean’s vulnerability and her new condition had become apparent. The essential things were still with Jean of course, but Abby was no longer the little girl, the child of the family. Suddenly, she had adopted an equal footing in the house, a sharing of decision making and become more of a friend or co-conspirator with her mother. It meant that, providing her demands were not outlandish, her will held sway or at least, was seriously considered. She had, overnight, developed a maturity, which amazed her even.

 

Robert was expected at around seven o’clock. They had conspired to feed him with something lavish, then, let him have the news. Giggling conspirators that they were, a meal had been planned, candles and wine organised, and even a centrepiece of silk flowers had been brought down from the loft and dusted off; a memento of Jean’s wedding feast, from so long and another life ago. With everything ready, the two made final touches to their appearance and waited excitedly, for him to arrive.

 

Robert was late, as usual. Only ten minutes, but they had been a very long ten minutes to endure. Finding them both dressed as if for a funeral or something and then the laid out table waiting for him to take his place, aroused his suspicions that something was in the wind.

 

“Well you two look lovely, almost as good as the table.” He received a playful clout on his upper arm from Abby. “Is there an occasion?” He wracked his brain to see if he had forgotten a birthday or anniversary or something. Jean left Abby to see to Robert while she went to the kitchen to bring dinner in.

 

“Can’t we give our man a treat once in a while?” Abby grasped his arm in her own and led him to the head chair of the table. “Mum will be bringing the food through in a moment, so, sit and relax.” He felt a vague unease, wondering what this was really about, knowing that something was afoot, but clueless about what it could be.

 

Eventually, Jean brought steaming plates of food to the table, heated dinner plates and a chilled bottle of Chablis. The meal was portioned to plates and they chatted about inconsequential things, over the food.

 

Robert felt a bit like a rabbit trapped in the headlamps of an onrushing car, feeling the air of excitement and expectancy between them, but joined in the chitchat, offering his own opinions when they were asked for. He noticed for the first time, just how much Abby was a carbon copy of her mother, albeit a younger version and somewhat underdeveloped in comparison. They shared the same hair colouring, a kind of rich brown with auburn accents, both cut to the shoulder and laying in perfectly straight lines as if freshly combed. Hazel eyes framed by long dark lashes that didn’t need the aid of cosmetics to enhance them, clear unadorned skin and long necks. Abby was the same height now, and he noticed, had started to fill out a little more than when they had lain together seven months or so ago. He blushed at the memory and, for an uncountable time, put the memory back in the compartmentalised space in his mind called ‘not to be opened’.

 

Once the plates had been cleared away to the dishwasher, Abby and Jean came back to the table where they had insisted Robert stay; they sat, facing him like judges at the bench. He felt a thrill of trepidation, knowing that he was about to learn what this evening had been about.

 

It was Abby who opened the rather more serious conversation than the idle chat over the meal.

 

“Robert…” She squared her shoulders towards him, trapping his eyes as she did so. “We have something to tell you haven’t we Mum?” Jean nodded as Robert’s eyes escaped Abby’s for a moment.

 

“Okay…” He drew the word out and waited, thinking, this is how Damocles must have felt. His heart rate quickened; a mixture of fear, dread and anticipation all commingling at the same time. Unable to stand the suspense any longer he said, “Well?”

 

Jean looked up from her lap, found his eyes and let him have it straight off.

 

“You are going to be a father, I’m pregnant.”

 

He didn’t know what to expect, but this was several light years away from anything he had imagined. Typically of a man, knocked off his equilibrium, he reserved any emotion until he knew how she felt about the news.

 

“Oh… I err… um… how?”

 

“How do you think dummy?” Abby chimed in.

 

“No, I meant, how do you feel about it?” But neither of them was going to let him off the hook, keeping stern, emotionless faces, both directed straight at him.

 

“How do you feel about it Robert?” Asked Abby; taking the lead in the unequal conversation. “What are you going to do about it?”

 

He ignored the first question, feeling that to be too dangerous to answer right now.

 

“Do? I don’t know; it’s all a bit of a shock really.” He was floundering and becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He didn’t want to offer an opinion on something so momentous without establishing first, how the woman felt; it is a pre-programmed response pattern in men, designed to make sure he didn’t say the wrong thing and be diametrically opposed to her feelings.

 

A glance between the two signalled a swathe of laughter and smiles. Relieved, Robert was able to let out a whoosh of air and laugh with them. He was delighted really; him a father, with the woman he loved so much; how perfect would that be? Practicalities of what this would all mean to them would come later; this moment was for celebrations. Had he thought about it, he would have realised that the two were stringing him along; all the preparations did kind of give it away.

 

They hugged, a three way group, sharing in the joy of the news.

 

“When did you find out?” Robert asked Jean.

 

“It was Abby who told me. Gawd knows how she knew, but she was right, the tester said so and my Doctor has confirmed that I am about nine weeks along.” She kissed his cheek and squeezed his shoulder delightedly.

 

“It was easy really, we cycle together and when you didn’t, well it didn’t take Einstein to work it out.”

 

They talked for some time after, getting used to the idea, but then the inevitable question came. It was Jean who asked it.

 

“What are we going to do about the future Robert? You are still at college and have to finish that, but I am the only bread winner here” Then the germ of an idea lodged. “I suppose we could sell this place and find something smaller. The money would see us through for a while. I will get maternity leave with pay, so that would be okay.”

 

“Wouldn’t your husband want half the proceeds?”

 

“Screw him.” Jean spat with something approaching vehemence. “He has done fuck all for me or Abby since he took up with his bimbo, one visit and a check for a couple of hundred quid hardly gives him any claims. Screw him. Beside, my dad gave this house to me, so he has no claim on it.”

 

“What I really meant was what are you going to do Robert? You are going to have to tell your parents some time soon. I doubt they will be too happy about it. And then, what do you want to do?”

 

“Move in with you.” Robert’s simple statement sounded, to him at least, an ideal solution. Move in with Jean and Abbey and live happily ever after. It had all the hallmarks of a perfect future. The consequences of moving in or telling his parents hadn’t figured in his thinking.

 

Jean went silent for a while, staring off into space while she collected her thoughts. Robert and Abby looked on without speaking, waiting for her to come to a conclusion. But, when she did at last speak, it was only with another question.

 

“Robert, I’m not so sure that that is such a good idea. Do you know what you would be taking on? I think you need to think about moving in. It would mean leaving the security of your home, probably leaving behind a lot of hurt and confusion. I’ve known your mother for many years and I know she will not understand, much less give her blessing. As for your father, I don’t know him so well, but I can guess he will not be happy about it at all. Then there are the neighbours. You might not care what they say, but neighbours can make life very difficult if they think they have a chance to. But, more than anything, you are young, very young, with a whole life in front of you and a lot of growing up to do. Who is to say that sometime in the future, you get bored or find someone your own age? You see, it isn’t so straight forward.” She would have carried on, trotting out reasons why he shouldn’t move in, exercising her doubts and justifying her doubts, talking herself out of the idea, but Robert held his hands up, palm out to halt her.

 

“I’ll deal with my parents, that’s my problem and I will try to get them to understand. As for neighbours, screw them, besides, who will know if we move? I can’t say what will happen in the future, no one can, but I love you now. I love Abby and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Besides, it might be you, you might meet someone and fall in love with them; how could I compete with an older, more experienced man?”

 

The arguments flowed back and forth, neither making it easy for the other where doubts and uncertainties clashed, neither with a strong enough argument to sway the others thinking. It was Abby who finally chipped in as mediator instead of the spectator she had been.

 

“Listen to you two… you sound like a bleeding married couple already. Why don’t you think about working out how it can be done instead of why it can’t?” She was of course, absolutely right; the innocence of her years cutting through the dressing of social acceptability, to get right to the heart of the problem. “Why not try it, find out,  work out the problems as they come up.”

 

Like a punch drunk fighter, Jean retired to the kitchen to make some coffee, gain some space and think in peace, leaving Abby and Robert to the spoils of a minor victory. Could it work between them? Exactly how did she feel about Robert? What would the future hold? Could she rely on him? So many questions buzzing around in her mind; the sanctuary of making coffee would give her a chance to mull over all of her doubts.

 

“That isn’t the only news we had for you Robert.” Abby took advantage of the lull in the ebb and flow of argument and decided that, if it might tip the balance, her own news might do the trick. “Mum and I have talked and agreed that you and I could… well, if you and I… um… you can have me too; we could share you.

 

Robert was too stunned to say anything. His already burgeoned mind just couldn’t take this last revelation in and process it.

 

“I thought that, well that you and I could, once in a while, do what we did last year. I really want to do that again, but there’s no hurry.”

 

“Abby, I don’t know what to say. I need to think.” It might have been taken as a rejection, but then, he gave her a cuddle as he rose to follow Jean into the kitchen; his own mind roiling in a confusion of thoughts and solutions, but not actually settling one thing or, anything concrete.

 

“Jean.” He quietly said as he approached her back. “I’m going to go home and tell my parents the news.”

 

“Okay.” Her jangled emotions rationalised that he was running away, just as she expected him to do. That thought brought a sudden sob and then the opening of flood gates as the emotion overwhelmed her and spilled over. Her shoulders shook as sobs wracked her slim frame.

 

Robert grasped her, spinning her around to face him, then smothered her in the embrace of his arms while she let out all of the confusion and trepidation in a tide of tears. He allowed her to let it out, just holding her, saying nothing until her sobs abated.

 

“Jean, I love you.” A simple statement and meant with all his heart and one to make her howl in anguish, expecting a ‘but’ to follow, her vision of the future a mess of jumbled thoughts. “I love you and can’t wait for us to be together.”

 

She eventually calmed, bolstered by his words and a glimmer of hope and accepted that he did need to go home and sort things out with his parents. He left her with a lingering kiss and a longing look as the door closed.

 

Jean and Abby talked for a little while longer until the emotions of the evening took there toll on Jean. She took a Nytol and went to bed.

 

A distraught Robert softly knocked on the front window a couple of hours later. His parents hadn’t taken the news of their impending grandparenthood well at all. Calling Jean names that he had to defend until he slammed the door of the front room to reach the sanctuary of his room and shut out the diatribe he was hearing, but that sanctuary was denied him when his father, in a blind rage, kicked the door in to continue the row. For the first time in his life, his father hit Robert, a full punch that split his eyebrow. In a final family act; Robert struck back, returning the punch and opening a divide that could not be bridged again between them.

 

Abby let him in and fussed over the wound, bathing it with an antiseptic that made him wince, his head in her lap. Then, when she had tended to the wound, she kissed him full on the lips. Wordlessly, she got up from the settee, took his hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom.

 

She had filled out a little in the seven months or so since they had last been together. Her hips, though still narrow, were taking on the form of a woman. Her pubic hair had darkened and coarsened now from the down that had been there before, but was still only a patch. Her breasts formed small bumps, but rather much more pronounced now with darker aureoles surrounding her little nipples, hinting that she would develop a fine pair in the not too far distant future.

 

Neither of them spoke as she undressed him while he stood immobile at the foot of her bed. Her small hand grasped his flaccid cock, stirring life into it. She knelt and suckled on him, bringing forth a gasp as her hot mouth enveloped him.

 

As if coming to his senses, Robert began to ask about Jean, but was silenced with a finger against his lips as she stood and then, when they had lain on top of the bed, covered his mouth with her cunt, kneeling over his head and rubbing her clit against his nose while he lapped at her labia.

 

His climax fast approaching some time later, Robert was about to pull out of her, not wanting two pregnancies, but Abby had other ideas and let him know that she was protected. Her reward was a his seed, planted deep into her, spurt after hot spurt, until he collapsed, exhausted as much from the effort of coming as the emotional rollercoaster he had been on over the last few hours.

 

He rolled off of her and was asleep with in seconds. Abby’s fingers found her leaking snatch, rubbing his come over her budding clit and fucking her fingers into her until his spend was all gone. Then she slept as well, her back coiled into him in sated sleep.

 

 

Epilogue.

 

Jake was born seven months later, a healthy son to them and so welcomed and loved.

 

Jean had sold the house, getting rather more than she had expected. It raised just over three hundred and sixty thousand pounds. They could afford to buy a smaller three bedroom maisonette, nearer to town and still have just less than two hundred left after taxes and stamp duty.

 

Robert’s mother allowed him to return to collect his belongings and tried to mediate, but the rift between him and his father was too wide to be repaired. Secretly, she was delighted to have a grandson and visited on odd occasions, bringing gifts and some money she had saved in a secret account her mother had advised her to do, just in case.

 

Robert completed college, eventually starting his own business that, although not flourishing in its return, was good enough to keep them afloat.

 

Abby grew into a beautiful young woman, venturing on holiday to Spain with her friends when they reached eighteen. Got through college with a degree and started working as a personal assistant. She went through several disastrous love affairs, always returning to the family home when hurt; always seeking the comfort of Robert’s love and sex when the world conspired against her and the solace of her family.

 

Jake grew into a well balanced young man, making his way through university, but always maintaining a self assurance and independence that excluded everyone including his family. He loved them, but in his own way.

 

Jean and Robert lived, very much in love until; she was killed in a road traffic accident. Neither Robert nor Abby ever quite got over the shock, or quite filled the void left by her, but, as if waiting for the moment, Abby filled Jean’s shoes almost immediately. They lived together, in memory of Jean and a beginning that started so long ago.

 

Author’s note:

 

I am still of the opinion that child sex is totally wrong, but agree with one reader that, although not socially acceptable in these days of elongated teaching and adolescence, was perfectly acceptable, even as recently as the early nineteen hundreds in the UK and is still acceptable in some parts of Africa to this day. I also agree with his comment that we have not changed in our physical being; it is only the psychology of modern times that has altered.

 

I could have put a lot more sex into this story, made it more of a stroke event, but that might have detracted from the storyline. Given my own reserve, it would have spoiled what has been an enjoyable episode for me. It could have been drawn out much more, but again, I had reached a natural conclusion and had nothing more to say in the lives of these people who had found that most rare of commodities; love.

 

I sincerely hope that you, the reader, enjoy this story and forgive me the typos, spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. I promise that I have read it through, more than once, so most of them have been taken out, but no one is perfect.

 

Thank you for reading this.

haven't eaten in three days."  The man held out his left hand, palm upward.  There was a sour smell, like he hadn't bathed in weeks.
 
Alicia hesitated a moment.  It was only a coin.  But in the back of her mind, Master's voice echoed.  Her nipples were suddenly so hard.  She could not deny Master's command, His compulsion.  She looked down at the scraggly man.  He was hunched over, trying to look downtrodden as possible.  "Please," Alicia said, "I need that quarter."
 
The panhandler looked her up and down.  "Frankly, Miss, I need it more than you."  He continued to stand there, huddled, holding out his hand.  Clearly hoping for sympathy.  Hoping for more.
 
Unable to think what to do, Alicia watched the man's face suddenly crumple, with an echo of an accusation.  The image of the smooth, shiny quarter filled her thoughts, and she bit her lip.  He started to turn away.
 
"Wait!" she said.  She opened her purse and rummaged in it for a moment.  Then she pulled out a 20-dollar bill.  "You can have this if you give me the quarter."
 
The man lifted his right hand, the quarter pinched between thumb and forefinger.  His bloodshot, blue eyes stared up at Alicia, offering a fair exchange.  His open palm twitched, the fingers wiggling -- beckoning her to drop the twenty into his hand.
 
Purse tightly under her right elbow, Alicia reached out with her left hand -- palm upward in imitation of the beggar -- while her right hand brought the bill closer and closer to him.  She felt, rather than saw, as he dropped his right hand -- pressing the coin into her palm -- and grabbed the twenty, then turned and walked quickly away, before she could change her mind.
 
Her mind.  "Cum!" she could hear in her mind.  Her Master's voice.  Alicia pressed her knees together, as her hand grasped the coin tightly.  Eyes unfocused.  Lids drooping.  Waves of pleasure rippled through her body.
 
*          *          *          *          *          *
 
"Hold, please!"  Alicia trotted toward the elevator, her heels echoing in the hallway.  Nobody moved, and the doors began to close.  But she managed to slip a hand through the light beam, and heard all the passengers sigh with impatience as the doors opened again.  She stepped in, turned back toward the opening, and said sweetly, "Twenty-four, please."  A tired-looking man, nearly squashed against the panel of buttons, pressed one of them, and looked up at the ceiling, waiting.  There was a gentle chime, the doors closed, and the elevator began to rise.
 
*          *          *          *          *          *
 
Alicia knelt on the floor, her mouth full of the taste of her Master's sperm.  Swallowing in little droplets.  Savoring the sweet, musky flavor.
 
"Cum," Master commanded.  And Alicia curled downward into a little ball, her face against the carpet, as the waves rolled through her one after another.  "Cum, slave!  Cum!"
 
She whimpered, and moaned, her pussy pulsing, throbbing, dripping.  She could hear snapping sounds as her cunt squeezed and opened, clenching on nothing.  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Like loud, smoochy kisses.  Sloppy and wet.
 
"Cum!"  Master snapped his fingers.  "Cum!"  Another snap.  "Cum!"  And another.  Alicia's hips pumped, trying to impale her empty cunt on the air.  Her nipples rubbed into the carpet -- her only physical contact -- teasing her, tormenting her with its delicious roughness.  "Cum!"  Master commanded.  His fingers snapped, an inch away from her face, and Alicia squealed, wiggling her hips.  "Cum!  Cum!  Cum!"
 
Her tongue flicked out, still coated with Master's jism, licking the air, licking the floor.  Hoping to lick his fingers.  Desperate to touch something!  Flicking and licking the rough shag carpet.  Aching to please.  "Cum!  Cum!  Cum!"  Alicia cried out, now, with every orgasm.  Her hips bucked.  Her eyes were tightly closed.  Her nose and lips and tongue rubbed back and forth, up and down, on the rug -- while her hands hung limply at her sides.
 
"Cum!  Cum!  Cum! -- SLEEP!"  Master's command sent Alicia into a deep trance.  Every time He hypnotized her like this, every time He forced her into orgasm after orgasm, she became more and more dependent upon Him.  More and more eager to please.  She couldn't even remember what conditioning He imposed on her, after sending her into this deep level.  She only remembered waking up, gazing into His eyes, sucking on His thumb while His fingers held her chin in His hand.  Still kneeling on the floor, she was upright now, her hands cupping her own breasts, the nails of her thumbs and forefingers digging deep into the nipples.
 
*          *          *          *          *          *
 
She remembered the before-time.  The vibrators -- so many different kinds!  And madly stroking her clit with her fingers, while Master forced her into orgasm after orgasm.  She'd given up counting.  Some days it had seemed like cumming made her want to cum again.  Instantly.  For hours and hours.  And then Master had started withholding the vibrators, forbidding Alicia to touch herself.
 
Master held the vibrator in front of Alicia's eyes.  Forcing her to watch, listen to it buzz.  Shiny and metallic.  She found it hard to focus on it.  The shiny metal seemed to shimmer in the air.  It seemed to have no solid surface.
 
"You can feel it on your clit, can't you, slave?" Master teased.  "You can feel the long, thick shaft deep inside you.  Filling you.  Forcing your closer... and closer..."
 
He told her to remember what it felt like, leaping over that edge, blissfully falling into one orgasm after another.  She had to remember... and need it again.  Need it so much.  Desire it.  Ache for it.  "No -- no hands, little slave.  Your arms are paralyzed.  Remember the vibrator... the humming...  The sensation of your pussy flowering open, then tightening around the shaft.  So tight!  So wet!  So good!"
 
He dangled a sparkly, shimmering crystal in front of her eyes.  Watch the crystal.  Watch the flashes of light.  So close to another orgasm.  Candles, and flickering flames.  How long since she had cum?  Hours?  Days?  She wanted it so badly.
 
Long walks in the park, watching the afternoon sunlight flickering off the surface of the lake, while Master talked to her.  Softly.  Gently.  She couldn't remember what about.  But her pussy was on fire.  Wearing no panties under her skirt, Alicia's legs grew wet as her juices trickled down between her thighs.  Master held her hand -- both hands, together behind her.  As if they were bound there, handcuffed.  His firm, gentle grip made her arch her back, thrusting her breasts up and forward.  They wanted so much to be fondled.  Squeezed.  Her nipples burned as hot as her pussy.
 
Finally, she was so desperate, his word was enough.  "Cum!" He commanded.
 
The waves of pleasure were tiny, at first.  Kneeling, sitting on her heels, Alicia pushed her hips forward -- closing her eyes, riding the gentle sensations that only made her want more.  Her downfall, of course.  More and more, Master's commands to cum drove her into orgasms that passed mere ecstasy, and became almost religious experiences.  She no longer had any choice, any resistance.  Master's command to cum was like holding her breath and being commanded to breathe.  She HAD to obey -- and feel like her life centered on Master, on His commands, on His ownership of her body and mind.
 
Her pussy was always so wet.  And always -- always -- so empty!
 
The need to be touched, to be filled -- to be FUCKED -- had begun to overwhelm her.  To occupy Alicia's thoughts more and more -- even as she came helplessly at nothing more than Master's command, the tone of His voice, the desire to please Him!
 
*          *          *          *          *          *
 
"Very good, slave," Master whispered gently, as Alicia continued to suck his thumb, lick his palm.  "You have been a good girl."  She shivered at those words, and pinched her nipples tighter.  "How do you feel?"  His question was tender, caring.  Alicia looked up into His eyes, so deeply in love with Him.  His thumb teased her lips, caressing them, letting her suck and release for another caress around her mouth.  Suck and release.  "Is there anything you want, slave?"
 
"Something in my cunt, Master?  Please?"  The emptiness between her legs seemed to have been there forever.  Hours of orgasm at Master's command was driving her into delicious insanity, helpless dependence.  But she ached to have something inside her pussy.
 
"Something in your cunt, slut?"  Master's tone clearly indicated that He disapproved.  Then His look changed, and His eyes flicked around the living room for a moment, searching.  His gaze fell upon something on a small table, and He smiled, wryly.  "Fetch me a stone from the little table fountain, there, slave.  A small one."
 
Alicia turned, and crawled to the fountain, uncertain what to do next.
 
"With your hand, Alicia.  I don't want you hurting your teeth," Master chuckled.  "A small one.  Nice and smooth."
 
She reached into the shallow dish, and pulled out a round, black stone.  Oblong, about an inch in length.  Dark gray, and polished smooth, so that it was almost shiny -- even without the water.  She turned again, and crawled back to Master, the stone in her right hand.
 
"Sit on your heels and spread your legs," He commanded.  As Alicia did so, Master commanded, "Now, push the stone up into your pussy."
 
Alicia's pussy was wet and dribbling.  The stone slipped in easily.  In fact, she was so wet, the stone quickly slipped out again, and dropped onto the floor, coated with her juices.
 
"That won't do, slave.  I want you to KEEP that stone in your pussy."
 
*          *          *          *          *          *
 
Twenty-fourth floor!  The elevator doors opened, and Alicia walked dazedly into the hallway.  She glanced at her watch.  Still five minutes till nine o'clock.  If she hurried...
 
Alicia walked into the women's restroom and set her purse down on the sink.  She retrieved the quarter from her purse, along with the small bottle of antibacterial soap she always carried with her.  Turning on the water, she rinsed the quarter.  Then she opened the bottle and applied a single drop of the soap to the coin, and washed it.  So little time!  She capped the bottle and put it back in her purse, then quickly trotted to a stall and locked herself in, holding the wet quarter in her left hand.
 
Inside, Alicia hung her purse over the coat hook, then stood with her legs as wide apart as she could, inside the cramped space.  She lifted the front of her skirt, rolling it and tucking it, so it stayed up near her waist.  She pushed down the front of her pantyhose, and her panties, and the thick pad -- just far enough to expose her pussy.  Even thrusting her hips forward, she could barely see the clip.  It looked like a large, shiny hairpin -- pretty and gold-plated.  Slid down from the top, with the loop just around her hard clit, the clip held her inner labia tightly together.  Holding everything inside.
 
*          *          *          *          *          *
 
"Little objects," Master's voice commanded.  "Small... round... hard objects."  He caressed Alicia's cheek, and she shuddered with ecstasy at the contact.  Her eyes closed, languidly, then opened again.  Gazing up at Him.  "You need them in your pussy.  You need them to cum."  Master's thumb slipped into her mouth, its salty taste mixing with the creamy taste of His cum, that she still swallowed drop by delicious drop.  Deeper and deeper.  "As many as you can find."
 
She heard His voice in her mind, gently speaking, programming her.  So easy to remember the timbre of Master's voice.  The taste of His sperm.  So hard to remember the actual words...
 
*          *          *          *          *          *
 
Alicia held the loop in her right hand and slid the clip upward, just enough to open her pussy a little.  Just enough to slide the quarter inside.  She had to push -- she could hear it "scrunch" against all the other things inside there.  Looking down, she could see the time on her watch.  Getting late!  She quickly pushed the clip back downward again, stifling a moan as her fingers grazed her clit.  No time!  No time!
 
She quickly pulled up her panties and hose, pulled down her dress and straightened it.  Grabbed her purse and shot out of the stall, walking briskly out the restroom.  No time to wash her hands.  Absentmindedly, she lifted her left hand to her mouth, and licked her fingers clean, tasting her own juices -- just as she walked through the front door of the office where she was a paralegal.  She waved "hi" to Gloria, the receptionist, then click-clicked to her desk.  She sat down just as the clock reached nine, and opened her desk drawer to put her purse away.
 
"Good morning, Alicia!"
 
She nearly jumped at the voice of her boss, Mr. Philips.
 
"Do you have all the papers ready for Mr. and Mrs. Miller to sign?"
 
Flinching had pushed the clip so the loop was firmly pressed against her clit.  Alicia had to struggle to look up at Mr. Philips' face -- and not down at his crotch -- as she answered, "Yes, Mas... Mr. Philips!"
 
"Conference room four," Mr. Philips said.  He smiled, then turned and walked away.
 
Alicia pushed her hips back, and spread her legs a little, pressing her crotch into the office chair.  The clip shifted upward again.  So she could think.  She unlocked the file drawer and pulled out the Miller papers, just as her cell phone rang.  She looked at the caller ID and felt the world drop away from her.  Master was calling.  She pressed the button and held the phone to her ear.  "Yes," she said.  Almost a whisper.  The only word she could say.  The only word she could think.  She waited to hear Master's voice.
 
"Did you add anything to your pussy this morning, slut?" He asked.
 
"Yes," Alicia replied, carefully choosing her words.  "A quarter."
 
"Cum!" Master commanded.
 
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"How many things did you put in your pussy today, slave?"
 
It had become a daily ritual.  Sometimes, even several times a day.  Master would ask how many things were in Alicia's cunt.  And if He liked the answer, He would command her to cum.  But if He didn't like the answer, He would withhold her orgasm.  He would tease and torment her with how many more objects she needed to push into her cunt.  And later He would ask her again.  Alicia constantly found herself looking for more objects, new objects, to shove into her pussy.
 
She felt so packed.  So full.  So heavy between her legs.
 
She had to wear a thick pad all the time, because her pussy was constantly dripping.  Always aroused.  The clip held it all inside -- all but the moisture.  All the little things.  The coins.  The marbles.  More smooth stones.  Master had been so pleased when she said twenty-four things, let her cum -- and demanded thirty.  Pleased with fifty things, let her cum -- and demanded sixty.  When she walked, she could feel them scrunching together with every step.  Keeping her constantly stimulated.  Constantly wet.  So very full.
 
Putting on her make-up this morning, she'd decided the lipstick was a shade she no longer needed.  Winter was turning into spring.  Time for lighter colors.  The lipstick case soon found itself up her pussy.  Wedged tightly next to the other lipstick cases.  And the keys.  And the ballpoint pens.  And the candles.
 
Candles got so warm and soft, up inside her cunt all day.  Alicia found they stuck to everything else, squeezing into tiny spaces between the objects.  Making them all come out in a big lump, when Master commanded her to remove them.  For washing.  For cleaning.
 
She felt so empty without all those objects inside.
 
Master's objects.  Filling her.  Packing her so full.  Stretching her pussy bigger and bigger every day.  Unable to cum, unless Master deemed her full enough.  Unless she was stretched so full, she was ready to burst.  Her pussy clenched on the objects, scrunching them together.
 
"Cum!  Cum!  Cum!"  Master's voice.  Master's objects in her cunt.  Master's cock in her mouth.  Pumping.  Filling her mouth.  But never so tightly, so deliciously as He filled her cunt!
 
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Alicia had been well trained.  Sitting in her office chair, in full public view, she showed no overt sign that waves of irresistible orgasms were cascading through her mind and body.  Even her breath continued to be slow and steady -- though, if someone listened closely, they might notice a tightness, a strict control of her breathing that belied the outward calm she exhibited.  Alicia's pussy squeezed down around all the tiny objects in her pussy, and she felt them scrunching and clicking together as they shifted position.  The muscles in her anus pulled upward, tightly -- as if trying to suck her panties up inside her.  And if one looked really closely, they could see her pupils dilating wide, as she stared into the space just above her desk.
 
"Thank you.  Goodbye."  Hollow.  Almost toneless.  It was what Alicia had been trained to say.  It was so automatic, she was halfway down the hallway, carrying the Miller files, before she realized she had hung up her cell phone.
 
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Alicia gazed up into Master's hypnotizing eyes as she reached into her pussy, pulled out the next object.  Wet and shiny with her juices.  She held it up to her mouth, and licked it clean, then dropped it into the bowl.  A big, ceramic mixing bowl from the kitchen.  CLINK!  A marble.  So smooth and round.  "Twenty-six," she counted, licking her lips.
 
"Cum!" Master commanded.
 
Alicia spasmed, her throat emitting little squeals.  Her hands were both in mid-air, aching to squeeze her nipples, stroke her aching clit.  She looked up into empty space.  Into Master's eyes.  Mouth open.  Ready for His cock.  Always ready for His thick, dripping cock.
 
*          *          *          *          *          *
 
Alicia entered the conference room, with the papers from the file.  Though she was dressed professionally -- even conservatively -- Alicia could tell Mrs. Miller couldn't wait for her to leave.  Mr. Miller, on the other hand, smiled at her, like he wished she'd stay.  Master had explained it had something to do with pheromones -- scents from Alicia's skin that signaled she was available for sex, and VERY willing.  She had no control over them, and her body exuded them, twenty-four hours a day.  Of course, neither Mr. nor Mrs. Miller had any way of knowing, that Alicia was only REALLY available to be used by Master.
 
As she walked out the door, Alicia looked back at Mrs. Miller.  Finally, the old broad had smiled -- glad to see her depart.  Alicia imagined what Mr. Miller would be doing later tonight, placating his wife, while fantasizing about Alicia's round ass and long legs.  She resolved to beg Master's forgiveness for thinking about anybody but Him -- even indirectly.
 
The objects in her pussy scrunched together as she walked down the hallway, thinking about being punished by Master.  Almost craving it.
 
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"Rinse them off, slave," Master commanded.  "And then return here."
 
Alicia crawled toward the bathroom, pushing the bowl in front of her.  She would only be allowed to stand when she got inside, when she left the hallway.
 
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"Now, open your mouth, slave."  Alicia knelt before Master.  The bowl of objects in front of her, His thick, delicious cock rubbing against her drooling lips.  "Suck!" He commanded, "and push all the objects back inside -- one by one!"
 
As she sucked, Master looked down on her, and watched as she inserted each object, pushing it as far up into her pussy as she could.  "Cum!" He commanded, as each item plopped inward, between her wet nether lips.
 
She finished by pushing the clip down, over her clit, squeezing those lips together, tightly.
 
So full.
 
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Riding the subway home, Alicia tried to remember what she had done today.  All she could think about was the objects she had been compelled to squeeze into her over-stuffed pussy.  A rubber eraser.  A white-board marker.  She lifted one hand, as if to adjust her hair, crossing right over left -- but it was really so her forearm would brush against her right nipple.  She shuddered.
 
*          *          *          *          *          *
 
"Seventy-two."  CLINK.  Alicia dropped a penny into the bowl.  The last of her "loose change."  She was empty, now.
 
"Cum!" Master commanded.
 
Alicia shivered and cried, the waves overtaking her.  One orgasm for every object.  She felt exhausted, used-up -- and still craved more.  She sobbed and panted, tears running down her face, her lips in a grimace of subjugation.  Perhaps even pain.  Her mind was blank, not anticipating, only obedient.
 
"Are there any more?" Master demanded.
 
Alicia pushed her hand deep into her wet cunt, swirling the fingers around and probing, looking for any tiny little item still remaining that she might have forgotten.  Her fingers emerged shiny, covered with a thick coating, globs of her own lubrications.  She licked her juices off them, one by one, shaking her head, looking up at Master.  There was nothing more.  No more objects.  No more resistance.  No more desire -- except to obey.
 
She found she could not say the "N" word, and replied, "There aren't any more, Master.  I am empty."  Her hand fell to her side, and she panted, breathing deeply.  No longer anticipating the command to rinse the objects and return.  So tired.  So horny.  Aching for Master's command to cum again.  So tired, wrung out.
 
"Have you learned your lesson, slut?" Master stepped forward, and teased her, rubbing the tip of His cock over her lips, her nose, her cheeks.  His cock felt so warm.  So firm, and soft.  The musky smell of His skin made her eyes want to close.
 
Alicia could no longer remember what the lesson was.  Only that she must obey Master.  Obey Master.  Obey Master.  She said the only word she could think of:  "Obey."  She gazed up into Master's eyes, while His cock wove back and forth over her face, covering one eye then the other.
 
"Good girl," Master said.
 
Alicia shivered and whimpered at the trigger.  Unable to look away from Master's eyes.  Worshiping, aching for Him.  Waiting for a command -- any command.
 
"Give me the bowl," Master commanded.
 
For a moment, Alicia wasn't sure what He meant.  Then she remembered the bowl of objects, still wet with her saliva, licked clean of her pussy juices.  Of course!  She would give him anything.  Anything.  She reached down to the floor and picked up the bowl, lifting it up toward Master like an offering to a god.  He took the bowl, and set it aside on the nearby table.
 
"Now, slave, remember what it felt like, to be so full.  So full, your pussy was about to explode.  To tear itself apart."
 
Alicia felt the now-familiar sensation of being stuffed to bursting, the scrunching of the many little objects in her pussy.
 
"No more objects," Master commanded.  "I want your cunt empty.  Do you understand, slut?"
 
Alicia nodded her head, looking up at Master.  His cock had a bead of pre-cum at the tip, that she ached to lick.
 
"Empty, like your little head -- but now, you ALWAYS feel full -- just like you still had all these objects inside you."
 
The slave's gaze slipped past Master's cock, looking into nowhere -- seeming to see her own cunt, packed and stuffed with stones and marbles and coins...
 
"Being full and empty drives you crazy.  Being full and empty makes you so horny.  Being full and empty makes you want to obey.  Wanting to obey... makes you want to cum!  Do you want to cum, slave?"
 
Alicia's pussy felt so tired.  So raw.  So full... or was it empty?  She could no longer tell the difference.  She couldn't help herself.  She looked up at Master, her eyes pleading... and nodded her head.
 
"Cum!" Master commanded.  Over and over and over again, while He stuffed His cock in her mouth and made her suck.  "Cum!  Cum!  Cum!  Cum!"
 
And as Alicia's mind dropped deep into sub-space, she felt so blissfully full.  Or empty.  Mouth so full.  Cunt so empty.  Cum... cum... cum...  Mind so empty...  Cum... cum... cum...
 
If her lips hadn't been stretched around Master's warm, thick cock, Alicia would have smiled with joy.  She closed her eyes, and did the two things she COULD do, so very well.
 
Suck... and cum!
 
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or another. Those who deny it are simply liars.

I had thought of incest before in life as one of my younger sisters was very attractive. She had very nice large breasts and a perfectly sweet ass. I managed to catch her getting dressed or undressed many times to fuel my fantasies. Several times I was fortunate enough to see her bare breasts. She had very large puffy nipples that instantly made my cock rock hard.

Our family had an in ground pool so I was often awarded the sight of my sexy little sister or her hot looking friends prancing around in their skimpy bikini's. It seemed like I was in a constant state of erection. Her friends were very sexy and hot too but seeing my sister aroused me more than any of her friends.

My sister had this very sexy red, white and blue one piece swim suit that she must have removed all the liners. When it was wet, you could clearly see every detail of those perfect nipples and see the most erotic looking pussy, a perfect camel toe. Whew, my cock is like a steel pipe just thinking back of the sexy sights of my hot little sister.

When I was young, I often imagined her sexy lips wrapped around my thick cock as I masterbated. I imagined her soft butt pressing against my thighs as my hard cock slid deep into her hot wet pussy from behind. I imagined reaching around her and rolling those huge nipples between my fingers as my cock slides in to the hilt.

Still to this day, my cock hardens at the thought of fucking my own sister but I won that battle and those thoughts remain deep inside the secrets of my sexual fantasies. With my maturing daughter, she has replaced my sexy sister in that dark taboo place within my mind. My most secret sexual fantasies now revolve around my gorgeous sweet and sexy seventeen year old daughter.

My wife is still very attractive but lately, when we are making love, I imagine in my mind I'm making love to my sexy little daughter. My orgasms are intensified ten fold as I shudder and expend my hot load deep inside my wife's pussy.

Let me describe my daughter, my sweet young Erin to you. Now at seventeen, Erin has long straight sandy blonde hair about shoulder length, gorgeous blue-green eyes, stands about 5 feet 4 inches tall, weighs barely 100 pounds. She has very smooth skin which tans golden brown very easily. She is very thin, with not an ounce of fat on her sexy little body.

My daughter has this gorgeous mature woman model face. She could very easily pass for being twenty years old but yet she's only seventeen. As her young teenage body developes, she appears more like a woman rather than the young girl she really is. She fills the air around her with pure sexual excitement and she is beginning to realize her effects on every man she comes in contact with.

This is very much a problem for me and every other man who casts their eyes upon her sweet teenage beauty. I've often caught men of all ages stealing lustful glances at her, their eyes devouring every inch of her gorgeous young body and me her father, being a man which her beauty creates the same effect on as with all the others.

Through the past few years, I've been able to keep my secret desires checked but lately it's become very hard. Erin is becoming quite aware of her affect on men, all men, including her own father. She is realizing that she can manipulate men with her sexuality, that men are weak and therefore she can control them.

When her mother isn't around, she will prance around the house in skimpy little shorts, with a halter top or a t-shirt without a bra. God, sometimes I can clearly see her hard nipples standing straight out. It takes all my will, not to reach out and touch them or even worse, just grab her and rape her.

Last Saturday morning, the day of her big high school prom dance later that night, I was treated to such an erotic sight. My wife was grocery shopping at the store and I was sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast. Erin came bouncing down the steps, walked past me, opened the frig and bent over looking inside.

As she bent over and looked inside, I was treated with such a sight, my cock was throbbing in seconds. Erin was wearing a large blue t-shirt with only a pair of very sexy white lace boy shorts panties underneath. I was treated with a perfect view of one of the sexiest butts I had ever seen. I instantly thought of my sister's very fine looking tush and all the times I lusted over her fine looking ass.

My daughter stood there only a few seconds but it seemed like minutes as I took in every inch of that sweet teenage ass. I could just see her pussy mound bulging out between those perfectly smooth and sexy thighs, that perfect diamond made just for the penatration of a hard cock from behind.

Under the table, my fingers lightly stroked my cock to it's full eight inches. I was rock hard and throbbing as I felt my face flush with sexual heat. Those panties were sheer enough that I could clearly see each sexy butt cheek and the dark crack between them. Ummmmm, such a perfect sight of a young girl's ass, I couldn't imagine anything finer.

Seconds later, she spun around and placed the juice container on the counter, poured herself a glass and left the room. I was so fucking aroused I could hear my heart pounding in my throat. Did she actually do that to me and not even realize what she was doing? I will forever wonder.

Tonight was prom night and she was so happy, so full of spirit as she was asked to go by one of the most popular boys in her class. Honestly, I think she never even realized that she almost gave poor dad a heart attack, hah! I remember thinking of how was she wearing such sexy undies, although I didn't mind the sight one bit.

The rest of the day passed by rather quickly until finally around 6 pm, Erin came down stairs in her prom dress. My heart shuddered as she looked absolutely gorgeous. Her dress was a lovely light blue satin, tucked in just perfectly to accent her growing breasts and exposing her tanned smooth sexy shoulders. She was just so beautiful, a view of perfect teenage beauty.

"Spin around honey and model for us." I said as my wife and I inspected her lovely prom dress.

As she turned around, my cock began to harden again. The back of her dress was cut so low, almost to the top of her sexy butt. Her back was completely bare, no bra straps, just smooth sexy tanned skin exposed down to her ass. The dress was shaped tightly around her waist leaving nothing to imagine about how sweet her young body was as well as her perfect little ass The same ass I was drooling over earlier that day. God, she was absolutely beautiful and glowing with excitement.

Her date arrived and off they went on their long awaited prom night. After a few hours my wife went to bed complaining of a headache so I knew not to ask for sex later. I resolved to watching some porn on the tube and pleasuring myself later after Erin got home.

I was beginning to wonder how late Erin would be out as we had an eleven o'clock curfew. Somewhere just around eleven o'clock, I heard the front door close rather hard and I heard Erin crying softly in the kitchen as she entered the living room.

"What's wrong baby?" I asked as she entered the room.

"Brad's such a jerk! All he thinks about is himself. He's such an asshole!" she cried out softly.

"What happened honey?" I asked in a fatherly way. I remember my temper building as my imagination ran wild.

"Well, he paid more attention to his buddies and trying to get drunk than he did me. Oh Daddy!" she whimpered as she came over and sat on my lap, curled up crying softly into my shoulder.

Now I had a problem, which was rising fast. I was sitting on my chair, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, nothing underneath. Feeling my young daughters body, the heat building between us, quickly sent blood to my now hardening cock. The slippery smooth silk material, her smooth sexy shoulders and as I gazed down at her, I could clearly see the swells of her large teenage breasts.

My right hand caressed her shoulder, trying to comfort her as she sobbed. My mind raced back to earlier that night, the sight of her smooth tanned exposed back, down to the sexy top of her sweet teenage butt. My hand drifted off her shoulder and down her back just a bit.

My cock got harder and harder, feeling her soft butt pressing against it. Oh god, she has to feel it growing under her. I tried to change my thoughts but those perfect tanned breasts, her sexy smooth back, her sweet smell was like a drug to my system. I squeezed her harder as my right hand caressed her smooth back as my left hand softly caressed her right thigh.

My heart was pounding as I was so close to my deepest and darkest thoughts as I caressed my sexy daughter. I dared not get any bolder with my touches but my lust grew and I did. I brought my right hand lower and was now caressing just above her sexy ass, then softly touching her at the edges of her dress, flaunting with skin covered by the edges of her dress. My cock was completely hard, all throbbing eight inches as I tried no longer to hold my desires and lust back.

I felt Erin push her little butt back and forth a bit as she confirmed my cock was definitely hard, there was no mistake. Suddenly she sat up a looked deep into my eyes and said "Daddy, it your thing hard because of me?" her voice trailed off softly.

Reality hit me as I nearly panicked, not sure how to reply. I know how a father should reply but I didn't act that way. I stammered out "Yes honey, you are just so damn beautiful tonight."

She looked a me with those tear filled eyes and gave me a sweet smile as she leaned in and hugged me hard. "I love you daddy." she said softly.

As she hugged me, I felt her sliding off my lap, her lower body sliding down between my legs. The next thing I knew, my sexy daughter was on her knees between my legs. She looked right at me as she reached out and grabbed my thick eight inch hard cock, holding it inside my shorts.

I was so shocked as I asked, trying to muster up a fatherly tone, "What are you doing baby?"

"Daddy, I was going to lose my viginity to Brad tonight. Right now, I can't think of anyone I'd rather make love to more than you. I know you feel the same way, right?" she asked as she squeezed my throbbing shaft.

"Oh baby, are you sure?" I softly moaned out.

"Yes Daddy, now let me see that big cock of yours." as she grabbed the sides of my shorts tugging them down.

I lifted my butt off the chair slightly as Erin gently pulled down my shorts, over my knees, down and off, tossing them on the floor. I watched closely, my heart pounding as my sexy little daughter leaned forward, grabbed my cock at it's base and began to lick the huge swollen purple head like her first lolly-pop. God, what an erotic sight, one I never dreamed I would actually see.

"Oh yes baby, that's it, lick daddy's hard cock honey. Ummmmm yes, it's all hard for you love, ohhhhhhhh god yessssssssssss!" I moaned.

I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched my daughter's perfect soft lips and tongue caress my hard cock. What a sight, as she looked directly up into my eyes , opened her mouth and wrapped those soft red lips around my cock. I watched as my huge purple cock head slipped between those sweet lips into her hot teenage mouth.

I was so excited as I again could hear my heart beating in my throat. I watched with so much love, so much lust as my deepest darkest incestuous desires were coming true right before my eyes. I swear my cock grew another inch, if that was possible, at the sight of my sexy daughter's lips gliding up and down my throbbing shaft.

She lightly caressed my balls as she mouthed the side of my shaft, her lips gliding up and down the length of my hard cock. As she got to the top, she looked deep into my eyes once more, a smile crossed her lips as she opened her mouth and once again took my throbbing cock head between her soft red lips.

I remember thinking, just for a second, where did she learn, at the age of seventeen, to suck cock like a porno star. God, she was so good at this I could feel my cum starting to rise. I couldn't remember anything so erotic and exciting in my life. Could this be what I would have experienced if I tried to fuck my sexy sister?

This taboo sex, this forbidden act of incest was such an erotic turn on I couldn't believe how excited I was and how aroused I could be. My cock felt like it was harder than it was ever before in my life. I was quickly reaching the most intense orgasm of my life but I wanted to feel that feeling of being buried deep inside my daughter's virgin pussy.

"Erin, take that dress off for daddy. Do a little strip tease for me honey, ok?" I managed to moan out on seconds before she pushed me too far.

She gave me a big smile as she slowly stood up in front of me. She slowly twirled around in front of me, stopping with her sexy back toward me. Still with her back to me, she kicked off her shoes and looked over her shoulders. God, she looked so fucking sexy and so hot as she slid her dress off her shoulders and down her perfect body until it was a heap on the floor.

My heart was pounding once more as I quickly removed my t-shirt and gently stroked my rock solid cock, lusting for my gorgeous teenage daughter. Before my eyes, she stood there in those sexy white laced boy shorts panties, with white garter belts holding up her sheer nylons.

In my eyes, she was no longer a young girl but a beautiful young woman. Pre-cum oozed from my shaft as I stroked it's full length and said "Bend over honey and show me that sweet ass of yours."

"Sure daddy, I know how that turns you on." she said with a sexy lustful smile.

"Oh yeah baby, hmmmmm such a nice ass you have." I moaned as I gripped my cock harder.

Erin pushed her tush out and spread her long legs slightly, giving me a perfect view of her sexy pussy mound from behind. She arched her back and pushed her butt out even further as she reached between her legs and ran her finger up the crack of her pussy. Up and down her slit she pushed her fingers harder until I could see the crotch of her panties getting wet and darker on each pass.

I thought I was going to shoot my load high in the air at that point so I gripped my cock hard and held it there. I had to slow this down a little but I was so fucking turned on as my daughter's next move was even more arousing than the last.

"Are you ok daddy?" she said in such a sexy little girl voice, smiling as she knew damn well what she was doing to me.

As she looked deep into my eyes once more, she turned and faced me, exposing her perfect breasts to my eyes for the first time. Her breasts were larger than I imagined them to be, about a full C-cup with gorgeous dark puffy nipples. As our eyes connected, she cupped her breasts and gently caressed and stroked her hard erect nipples between her fingertips.

After show casing her sexy tits for me for a few minutes, she continued with her sexy strip tease as she undid each garter belt and slowly slid each nylon down her long tanned legs. Once again she spun around, showing me her absolutely perfect butt.

Looking over her shoulder at me, knowing she was turning her own father on so bad excited her beyond her own imagination. Her juices were flowing from her tingling pussy as the crotch of her panties were absolutely soaking wet. Could it be this lustful drive for incest was part of her secret desires too?

As she watched her well hung father stroke his hard cock, she slowly began peeling those sexy little panties over her soft butt, ever so slowly until her pussy was completely exposed to his lustful eyes. She watched his intent gaze as she slid her wet panties to the floor and stepped out of them.

As he leaned back in the chair, his legs straight out with his thick cock pointing straight up in the air, she slowly walked over toward him, straddling his legs until her pussy was just above his huge cock. I looked down at the sexiest young pussy I had ever seen.

Her pussy was lightly covered with a sandy blonde light brown hair, very neatly trimmed but her pussy lips were glistening with her juices. As she leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, his hand touched his daughter's pussy for the first time. As their lips met, his fingers spread her pussy open, gliding up her wet gash until he touched her erect clit for the first time, sending shivers throughout her teenage body.

She pushed her hips forward until her pussy pressed against her father's cock, sliding his cock up and down the length of her opening. As they kissed softly, her wet pussy working against his thick shaft.

"Oh baby, you're driving me wild." I moaned out.

"Fuck me daddy, pleeeeeease make love to me." she moaned back.

I could hold back any longer as I firmly grabbed her hips and lifted her up. She spread her legs wide to my sides as I lined the hard cock up with her wet opening. As I lowered her I felt my thick cock head pressing against her wet pussy lips, spreading them ever so slightly.

As I looked up at my daughter's pretty face, her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip, a look of a little girl as her daddy's cock was ready to make her a woman for the first time. I watched her face as my cock slowly spread her open further, my cock head was just about inside her.

"Ohhhhh yesssssss daddy, yesssss fuck me!" she panted out as my cock slowly pressed further inside her.

Although she was a virgin, there was not much resistance as my cock slowly spread her wide open, pulling her down until I was buried completely inside her very tight young pussy. I didn't know at the time but she had broken her hymen years earlier with one of her mother's vibrators.

It didn't matter to me, my hard cock was buried deep inside my own daughter's tight wet pussy. I was so fucking aroused I couldn't believe it. My cock throbbed deep inside as I stretched her pussy further than it was ever stretched before. Knowing my cock was the first cock inside my daughter was such a turn-on.

It was an extreme turn-on for her too as she always had lustful thoughts of her father. She often listened outside their bedroom door as he drove his huge cock deep inside her mom, wishing it was her pussy wrapped around his gorgeous cock and finally, now it was.

Slowly he lifted his down up, his thick cock coming almost out before pulling her down hard, driving his cock dep inside her hot wet pussy again. Slowly she got in rhythm with his thrusts, gyrating her hips, flexing her knees in time with his every thrust.

Her body trembled with sexual excitement as she couldn't believe how huge he felt inside her, how stretched she felt, how full her pussy was as he pulled her down hard once more on his thick eight inch shaft. His firm hands on her hips, controlling her pleasure as she was impaled by his cock, riding him for all her worth.

The pace quickened, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, harder and harder he thrust up into her sweet young pussy. Her beautiful tits bouced in front of his eyes as his sexy daughter rode his thick cock. She cupped her breasts, squeezed her swollen nipples hard as her head rocked back. Her orgasm was quickly cumming as was his.

Her juices now covered his crotch as she was moaning loudly with each upward thrust. He slowed the pace, driving her wild as he angled her hips, hitting a fresh set of pussy nerves. She squeezed her pussy as tight as she could, like a vice around her father's cock. God, she was so fucking tight.

After several minutes of slow grinding fucking, he began to pound his cock up into his daughter. Faster and faster until both couldn't stand it any longer. She reached her orgasm first, as her little body tensed up tightly and started to shake all over. To his surprise, she squirted her juices all over his crotch and stomach as she shuddered and shook all over. His beautiful daughter was a fucking squirter, god he shuddered.

He was so fucking turned on, as his daughter shot her juices out with such force he could feel it all over himself. With her hot juices covering him, he pulled her down hard and belted out three huge spurts of his cum deep inside his daughter's soaked pussy.

She collapsed on top of him as he held her tightly, feeling her pussy quiver and squeeze his still rock hard cock. Her hips quivered and shook as she went through wave after wave of orgasm. She have never cum so hard in her life. She knew her juices squirted out a little but this was with so much force, she completely soaked her father's crotch, not to mention the living room chair.

As the throws of orgasm passed both of them, he could feel his own juices leaking out of his daughter's wet pussy, which was still tightly wrapped around his still hard shaft. He couldn't believe it but his cock was still rock hard inside his daughter's hot pussy.

He gripped her soft ass cheeks and slowly stood up, still deep inside her as her legs wrapped around him as she clung to him, holding tightly around his neck. Slowly he carried her to the downstairs bathroom where they took a hot shower together, fucking and sucking themselves off a few more times that night.

From now on, father would have his daughter at every possible chance they got for they both found the taboo sex of incest to be just what they needed. I also began to think of ways to seduce and finally get a chance to fuck my own sister. Time to live out another dark deep sexual fantasy.

Looking out from the hallway, she was fingering her pussy as she shuddered with an orgasm of her own, as she watched as her daughter and husband fucking in the living room. Her juices squirted out covering her hand as she too was a squirter, just like her daughter.

s (deliverables), resources, restrictions, timetable and other elements. I’m not that bad. All I really need here is goals. The ultimate goal here is to establish a sexual relationship between my son and my wife. Left up to Daniel, all of this could be accomplished in one or two minutes. Just both strip and jump each other’s bones. Fortunately, I know Heather well enough to know that would never fly.

How do we ease into this? That was the question. After rolling this question over and over in my mind, I decided that the best tool to use to break the ice was the videos. His curiosity had already been peaked by the short screening he had already had. He was very anxious to see more.

I decided that it would all take place on Saturday evening.

Today was Thursday, and it was very hard to concentrate on my work. All I could think about was Saturday night. Daniel had some errands to run, and was out of the house for the day. I decided to go home at lunch for a little afternoon delight.

Arriving at the house and walking in the front door, it appeared as if no one was home. All was quiet. I made my way upstairs, and as I was walking down the hall to our bedroom I heard a faint sound. Stopping at the closed door, I listened. It was the distinct sound of sexual activity. Not hard-driving sexual activity, but soft and sensual sounds. Slowly, I turned the knob and opened the door about 6 inches. What I saw made me very glad I decided to come home for lunch.

Heather was lying on the bed, and the television was on. Her eyes were glued to the set, but her legs were spread and her fingers were buried between them. She hadn’t noticed me because the headboard of the bed is against the same wall as the door. I felt my cock beginning to stiffen as I watched. She was viewing the video of one of our mountain trips where we were making love near a waterfall. It was a very sensuous setting, and we were obviously enjoying each other. As I watched, I could tell she was well into this session. Her fingers were glistening with her own wetness. I almost went over the edge when she took her very wet fingers and brought them to her face. Holding them in front of her face for a split second, she seemed to look to see how much juice was there. Then, she inserted the fingers in her mouth and sucked all of the juice off. While sucking her fingers, I could hear another sound coming from her. It was as if she had just placed a spoonful of ice cream in her mount. "Mmmmmmmm! "

I couldn’t take it anymore. Opening the door the rest of the way, I half expected her to jump when she saw me. Instead, she just looked up at me and smiled. Her fingers never missed a beat. "Remember that day?" she asked, looking over at the television.

"Oh, yeah……I remember. Great trip."

"Mmmmmmmm. Take your clothes off and come here."

I didn’t wait to be told twice. Before you could count to three, I was naked and lying next to her.

"Suck my nipples. They’ve been thinking about you all morning….."

Gently, I took a nipple in my mouth and began sucking. Immediately it instilled a reaction from her. Arching her back upwards slightly, she resumed moaning. She was hot. Hotter than I had seen her in a long time.

Now wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I remained silent and continued my assault on her nipples. My fingers now began wandering down her flat tummy to the neatly trimmed tuft of dark hair. Sliding further, I found my finger wedged between two of the wettest lips I had ever experienced. Easily I slid up and down, rubbing against her clitoris with the motion. Within moments my finger was dripping with wetness. I replaced the nipple in my mouth with my own wet finger, enjoying the savory aroma as well as the wonderful flavor of her sex.

Lifting myself off of the bed and working my way on top of her, I positioned my cock at her opening. Gently I pushed, and her eyes closed. Slowly, till it completely disappeared, I held it in place. Opening her eyes, she pleaded, "Don’t tease me. Not now. I need him so bad."

I began the familiar back and forth motion. After only seconds, she grabbed my arms and dug her fingernails into my biceps. With every forward thrust, she replied with an upward thrust of her own. Harder and harder I fucked her, till the room was filled with the sound of our crotches slapping together and the smell of our sweat from our overheated bodies.

Before long, I could feel the orgasm building deep inside me. As I thrust even harder, she could tell the moment was near and began shouting at me. "OH, YES!!! OH, YES!!! FUCK ME. FUCK ME HARDER. I’M GONNA CUM…………………..NOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!"

Simultaneously we both exploded in orgasm. Already, I was feeling wetness dripping down my cock and over my balls and onto the sheet below. Now I just added to the already overwhelming amount of liquid inside of her. As I slowly began to pull my cock from her, she grabbed me and held me still. I pushed back in ever so slightly, and felt the liquid being pushed out around my cock. Eventually, she let me go and I slowly pulled out and rolled to her side. After what seemed like forever, she finally smiled and opened her eyes. Turning towards me, she stared at me with those beautiful blue eyes.

"Mmmmmmm! That was wonderful. Just what I needed."

"So tell me, what started all of this?" I asked.

"I had a dream. About having you and Daniel at the same time. God, it was erotic. I woke up already wet."

"Well, I think the three of us are gonna stay home Saturday night and watch movies.’ Pointing to the television……. "Those movies. Then we’ll just see what happens. I want you to head to the mall this afternoon and pick out something very sexy from Fredrick’s. It’s a special occasion. We need to dress up."

With that, I went to the bathroom and cleaned up and dressed. Returning back to the bedroom, I found her still lying on the bed looking very satisfied. "I gotta get back to work."

Bending over to give her a kiss, she grabbed me and pulled me down onto the bed. Placing a hand on each side of my head, she pulled my lips to hers and we embraced in a passionate kiss. "You’re so good to me. Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Yeah, but don’t let that stop you."

Giving me a huge bear hug, she quietly whispered………"I love you, I love you, I love you."

As I got back in the car, I almost had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I was without a doubt, the luckiest man in the world.

Work went a little better that afternoon. At least I had temporarily satisfied my carnal desire. Now I could concentrate on getting some work done. The rest of the day went well and flew by. Before I knew it, I was packing to go home for the day. I was anxious to see what Heather had found at Fredrick’s.

As I pulled into the driveway I noticed Daniel’s car was back in it’s usual spot. Wondering what I would find when I walked into the house, I was a little apprehensive. As it turned out, my fears were unfounded. Walking into the living room, Daniel was in my recliner watching Nickelodeon. I thought to myself, "21 years old and he still watches that stuff. Maybe he’s not ready for what we have in store for him." It was a fleeting thought that passed as quickly as it came.

"Where’s Mom?"

"In the kitchen making dinner. How was your day?"

My thoughts traveled back to lunch. Smiling, I responded "Oh…..same ol, same ol

Walking into the kitchen, I was a little taken back by what I saw. She was wearing a t-shirt that was gathered and tied just below her breasts and a familiar pair of sweat shorts. As I walked up behind her she was bending over looking into the window of the oven. She had picked out my very favorite pair of her sweat shorts to wear. The ones that ride halfway up her cheeks when she bends over (which is exactly why I like them) and usually stays like that when she straightens up. Hearing me come in behind her, she stood up and, much to my delight, the shorts did not disappoint me. Turning around to give me a hug, I reached around her and grabbed a cheek in each hand. Sliding my hands under the material, I found that she also had on something new. Apparently she had picked up a couple of new thongs at Fredrick’s. Stepping away from me and turning around, she grabbed the waistline of her shorts and pulled them down just far enough for me to see the white lace disappear between her cheeks.

"Very nice!" I said.

Turning back around, she untied the knot in her T-shirt and lifted it up for me to see her new very sexy and revealing bra that matched the thong. "You like? I bought them with YOU in mind."

"Oh, sure. ME in mind? I know who you have had on your mind." Giving her a grin to let her know that I was being sarcastic, I slapped her gently on her ass and gave her a brief kiss.

"Alright, what’s going on in here? I hate it when mom goes away for awhile. When she comes back home, you guys are all over each other for days." Daniel strolled into the kitchen and seated himself on one of the barstools at the counter. "God mom, are you hot or something? Could you have any less clothes on?" he said in his best Joey (from Friends) imitation.

"Well. I could have, but that will have to wait till tomorrow night. Today, you just get to look and use your imagination."

Daniel stole a puzzled look at me. To this point, he was unaware that any firm plans have been made.

"I’ll tell you later." I said as I winked at him. Turning to Heather I changed the subject….. "So, what’s for dinner."

"Pot roast. You’re favorite….."

"Yummy. " I said as Daniel and I returned to the living room.

I could see the excitement in Daniel. We had hardly moved out of earshot of Heather when he turned to me.

"Whassup!" He whispered, obviously overly excited .

"I was gonna tell you tonight…….. Oh well, I’ll tell you now. Remember I said I was going to have that talk with mom about you and the videos? Well, I had that talk. I hope you don’t have any plans for Saturday night. That’s all I’m gonna say."

"OH, RIGHT!!!! Don’t leave me hanging like this….. Tell me what’s going on."

"You’ll find out. Just be on your best behavior till then. I don’t want her getting upset at you for anything and spoiling the whole thing………….and believe me, you don’t want that either. Trust me…"

That’s all it took. Daniel was an angel over the next two days. I’ve never seen him so good. I even saw him doing homework. That was a first.

Saturday came none too soon. Heather woke me up at 6 am. "I can’t sleep. I’m too excited. What if he gets embarrassed? What if he can’t get it up? "

"Calm down. Number one, LOOK AT YOU. YOU’RE GORGEOUS. I think not getting it up is the last of your worries. As far as being embarrassed, I guess that’s possible…….but I guarantee it won’t last for long. Just chill out and go about your business like usual today. Everything will be fine."

"Yeah, right! Like usual, huh? You have got to be kidding."

"Tell you what. If you don’t calm down, you are liable to do something today to spoil it. You wouldn’t want that, would you?"

"You’re right, you’re right. I’ll just bury myself in my cleaning. Just like a normal Saturday."

"Yeah, that’s the ticket. Later on, we’ll lie by the pool and get some sun. That always relaxes you….especially after cleaning all morning. I’ve got to do some work in the yard and I’ll be ready for a dip in the pool later as well. Just try to stay focused. Daniel has a game today so he’ll be gone most of the day. That way you won’t have to keep looking at him."

"I know. Every time I look at him lately, I find my eyes drawn to his crotch. It’s embarrassing but I can’t help myself."

"Well, tonight should take care of all of it. Meanwhile, can we go back to sleep for a couple of hours. It is Saturday, you know."

"OK, ok." She leaned over and kissed me. "Are you sure you don’t want a little to start the day?"

Smiling, I said "Why don’t you save it for tonight."

"OK!" she said, pouting as she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.

About an hour later, I gave up trying to sleep anymore. Between the vacuum cleaner and the stereo, it was a battle that I knew I wasn’t going to win. I got up, put on my Saturday ‘outside work’ clothes and headed outside to mow the yard.

Around lunchtime, Heather was done with her inside work and I was done with my outside work. She made lunch and we ate outside by the pool. She had changed, and was now wearing a new bright yellow bikini that showed much more than it covered, apparently another Fredrick’s purchase. After eating, we both decided to jump in for a quick dip (I know, we should have waited an hour……tough).

I really liked this new bikini on her. As soon as she got it wet, her dark areola and hard nipples were all but exposed for the world to see and when she turned away from me, the crack of her ass was perfectly visible through the sheer material. "Wow. That’s a keeper honey."

"You like?" she said as she turned and posed slightly for me.

"Oh, yeah! Can’t wait for our next trip to the beach. You’ll have em’ falling all over you."

"Especially when it’s wet."

It was very hard to keep my hands off of her. Speaking of hard, the front of my bathing suit was beginning to bulge.

We spent the next several hours lying in the sun and taking dips now and again. Around 5 o’clock Daniel appeared already suited up and ready for a swim.

"Hey guys. Y’all have a good day. House looks great, mom."

"Oh yeah, suck up to her." I teased.

"I’m hot as hell." He said as he headed to the water and jumped in. After swimming around for a few minutes he splashed water on us. "Come on in you guys. This feels great."

Heather got up and ran to the water, jumping in almost on top of Daniel. I was right behind her and as Daniel moved to avoid Heather, he looked up and found himself directly in the path of the geyser of water that was the result of my cannonball. "Get Him" I hollered at Heather and we both began chasing him around in the water.

I grabbed and held him and Heather went under the water and grabbed the waist of his suit and pulled. Off they came and she quickly swam towards the side of the pool, throwing his trunks towards the patio.

I laughed so hard I inadvertently loosened my grip and he got away. Immediately he headed towards Heather. Her attempt at running away from him in the water was comical. He was on her in a flash and he reached out and pulled on the bow at the back of her neck that was holding up her bikini top. "Two can play at that game."

The bikini top fell immediately, revealing Heather’s perfect breasts and erect nipples. She turned towards Daniel and began splashing water at him and laughing hysterically. Poor Daniel. I felt sorry for him, for he was a sitting duck. He couldn’t move. All he could do is stare. Finally, Heather stopped splashing him and the water calmed. Daniel’s eyes were glued to her dark, hard nipples. Her mouth curved upwards in an almost evil smile as she slowly approached him. "Touch them."

I thought to myself, "Well, this wasn’t exactly according to plan……………but I guess it will do."

 

 

END OF PART 2

 

 

 

 

a was on another, and i was on the floor. i lay awake pondering whether or not i could do anything with her. so finally after about 2 hours of laying there. i was sure everyone was asleep.

i reached up and started to fondle dana a little bit. i squeezed her breast and got no response.

 (let me take this time to describe her for you, shes hispanic, 13 at the time, budding breast with small areolas, a cute little ass that will make someone very happy some day. perfect body, not fat but not anorexic. long brown hair and beautiful full lips)

as i lay there touching on my sleeping cousin, i coudnt beleive i was doing this while 2 other girls were in the room. this was such a turn on for me that i started to carress danas little ass. with this she finally stirred and told me to stop. so i did, and said i wanna talk to you. so we talked about why she was acting wierd around me and she said because i didnt say hi. i laughed at this and kissed her and said is that what you meant? she just turned around and pretended to go back to sleep.

i went back to rubbing her cute ass through her little cheer leader shorts she was wearing. i worked my way around and started rubbing her pussy. at first she was hesitant but the more i did it the more she liked it. she started to spread her legs for me a little bit. once i saw she was enjoing it. i made her come off the bed and join me on the floor.

she came down and laid there just waiting. i once again started to rub her sweet little cunt and she was really getting into it. I started to pull on her shorts to get better access, and she tried to stop me but she kept giving in, she raised her ass so i could pull them all the way off. So i went ahead and took off her panties too.

there i was, in a small bed room, my face inches from my cousins now naked pussy, my mom and my other cousin asleep not even 5 feet from us. and i stuck out my tongue and tasted dana for the first time. she shook with the tingling of it. i immidiatly loved her taste, she was young, fresh, and was letting me do whatever i wanted to her. i ate her pussy out as though it was the last in the world. and at this rate i didnt mind if it was. she was enjoying it soo much that here and there she let out a moan. i was terrified. imagine my mom waking up to seeing me eating my cousins pussy.

i licked her lips, and played with her clit for a while, then she started shaking and what i would guess to be cumming. my mouth was covered with her juices and i went to kiss her but she denied me the pleasure. she put her undies back on and got into her bed and went to sleep without saying a word to me.

Feeling satisfied at the thought of being the first man to make my hot little cousin cum, i went to the bathroom and finished the job myself. then went to sleep.

part 3 coming soon. it continues this trip, and i get to unknowingly fuck her ass.

d Dr. Hanson will be with you shortly.”

“Uh, okay, thanks.”

I went into the room and took off my clothes. It was a typical doctor’s examining room and I expected to sit there waiting for half an hour as is usually the case. But I was surprised that the door opened almost right away.

I fought the urge to cover up as another gorgeous woman walked into the room. She had on an extremely short skirt covered by a white lab coat. A stethoscope hung against her incredible breasts.

“Hi Jeff. I’m Dr. Hanson.”

This

She gave me a quick, efficient examination and finally took my dick in her hand. Her rubber gloved finger started stroking it and I gasped.

“It’s alright, Jeff. This is part of my job.”

My dick quickly expanded to it’s full four inches in her hands. She measured it to confirm that number.

“Our treatment can definitely help you, Jeff. Your length and breadth will definitely double, perhaps more.”

“That‘s incredible. Thank you.” My face was very red.

“We can administer the first treatment immediately. Nurse Nancy will be in to do it shortly. Have a good day.”

Once she had gone and I could think again I realized I hadn’t thought to ask a single question about what this treatment was. I tried to relax. It was supposed to be completely painless and all natural. Everything would be fine.

A few minutes later the nurse entered. She was the best looking woman yet. Was this for real?? Her uniform looked more like some kind of fetish nurse costume. Her blond hair was pulled up under her little nurse’s hat, the white dress clung to every curve and exposed several inches of cleavage. The skirt was so short I caught a glimpse of her panties and garter belts held up white stockings. And finally she wore red high heels. Definitely not standard nurse’s shoes.

“Hi Jeff! Are you ready for your treatment?”

“Um, actually, I had a few-”

She was unbuttoning her dress. What in the hell was going on??

“It’s easier this way. And I find the patient is much more relaxed if we’re both naked.”

She let her dress drop, exposing her large, firm breasts and flat stomach. She was wearing only her stockings and a white thong with a red cross that matched the one on her hat. The thong contained a large bulge.

My mouth dropped open as she pulled it down, exposing testicles and the biggest dick I’d ever seen.

“Wha…”

“Okay, it’s time to explain, Jeff. The treatment consists of you swallowing my semen. It contains hormones that will make your own penis grow rapidly.

I know it’s a shock but the treatment is completely effective and there are no side effects.”

I couldn’t form words. I couldn’t even close my mouth.

‘I know it’s a little intimidating.” She said in a gentle voice. “But I can do most of the work. All you have to do is swallow. I promise this does not mean you’re a homosexual and I’m tested regularly for sexually transmitted diseases.

Now can we get started?”

She indicated a padded platform a couple of inches off the ground. Hadn’t noticed that before.

Well, this was it. If this is the price of having a good-sized dick I guess I could bare it. I knelt down in front of her and the enormous organ was inches from my face.

“Um, wha-what do I do?”

“All you have to do is open your mouth when I tell you and swallow when I ejaculate.”

“Uh, okay.”

She started sliding the magnificent cock up and down and it slowly swelled. She also reached between her legs and started probing behind her balls. Fingering herself? I couldn’t see.

Despite the enormous male equipment in my face I couldn’t help but be turned on by this display. Her hands moved all over her amazing body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her large nipples. She obviously enjoyed her job.

She gasped and moaned. Her eyes closed and her tongue flicked over her luscious red lips.

“O-okay…open up. Get ready. It’s gonna be a…big one!”

Her rock-hard cock now stood out at least a foot and she jerked it rapidly with both hands.

I opened my mouth and she jammed it roughly in. The huge head filled my mouth and then rammed into the back of my throat.

“Yeah! Oh god, here it comes!” She gasped.

She moaned and gasped as her cock erupted in my mouth. I gulped down the cum as fast as I could, trying not to think about what it was. The taste wasn’t bad. I could do this.

It overflowed my mouth and ran down my chin.

“Suck.” Nancy gasped. “Get it all.”

I did as she instructed.

Finally she pulled her cock out of my mouth. More cum dripped down it’s length and down her shaved balls. I wasn’t surprised when she told me to get the rest of it and I leaned forward to lick her dick and balls clean then cleaned up what had dripped onto my chin and chest.

“Okay, you did very well. It will take a little while for it to take effect. Have a seat and I’ll be back to check on you in a few minutes.”

She pulled her clothes back on and left.

I sat on the examination table running over this unbelievable experience in my mind.

I had a hard-on. Once Nancy was gone I stood up and walked around the small room, trying to make it go down but it refused. I listened at the door. It didn’t sound like anybody was in the hall. I quickly sat down again and started jerking off.

A minute later Nurse Nancy entered the room again. Of course I was mortified but I just couldn’t make myself stop. I shifted to block her view with my arm but she could obviously tell what I was doing.

“You have to refrain from masturbating, Jeff.” She said “I know it’s hard.”

“S-sorry.” I said, trying to stop, but my hand had a mind of it’s own.

She walked across the room and pried my hand off my dick.

“Here. Lay down.”

She raised the rails on the table and before I realized what she was doing she strapped my wrist into a leather cuff.

“Hey! What the-?”

“If you masturbate too soon after the treatment it won’t take effect.”

“Okay, I won’t! You don’t have to do this!”

“You won’t be able to control yourself in a few minutes. Trust me. This is the way it has to be.”

I let her strap my other wrist in and strap my legs down.

“Okay. I’ll be back soon. It won’t be much longer now, I promise.”

By the time she came back I was a mess, writhing around on the table trying to rub my dick against my legs, the rail, anything to get some friction!

“Alright! Alright, Jeff! You’re doing fine. You can come now.”

She took a hold of my painfully hard dick. She didn’t even get a chance to stroke it before it blew and I was rocked with the orgasmic equivalent of being hit by a truck. My cum hit the ceiling as I blacked out.

***

I woke up in a hospital bed. I realized I was naked under the sheet. A nurse walked in. Do I have to tell you she was gorgeous? She was a redhead and wore the same kinky candy striper uniform as Nancy.

She set down a tray of food. It smelled delicious and looked far better than normal hospital food. I realized I was starving.

“Hi there Jeff. I’m Samantha. How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good. A little like I just ran a marathon.”

“Yes, the first treatment is always the most intense. It’ll get easier as time goes on.”

The treatment. I was confused and disoriented. It couldn’t really have happened the way I remembered it, could it?

“Um, the treatment…could you-”

“You’re wondering if it was all a dream?” She giggled “That’s not uncommon.”

She hiked up her skirt and pulled a big, thick dick out of her cute little nurse’s thong.

“Nope. As I’m sure Nancy told you the treatment involves you swallowing a hermaphrodite’s semen. I hope it wasn’t too unpleasant for you.” She stroked her dick idly as she spoke, making it semi-hard.

“No, not at all.”

I couldn’t believe how much watching her stroke her huge cock was turning me on. I was pitching a little tent under the sheet.

She moved toward the tray of food.

“Well then, would you like some special sauce for your dinner?” She grinned mischievously.

“Y-yes! Please!”

She giggled again as she started pumping her dick faster and faster, aiming it toward my plate. I watched, totally turned on, as her cock erupted, spewing thick cum all over the steak, vegetables, and bread as well as all over the tray and floor and wall. It made a huge mess but my mouth was watering.

Samantha pulled the tray table over to the bed. She wiped the final drop of cum oozing out of the big head of her cock and sucked it off the tip of her finger.

She flashed me her pretty smile. “Enjoy.”

***

Over the next few days my treatments continued. The orgasms did get less intense. I was usually only knocked out til noon. The nurses got more friendly and flirty and I took a more active role in the treatments, licking and sucking their big beautiful cocks. And my own was growing noticeably. I was already up to six inches. This was too good to be true.

The Clinic was a really nice place, halfway between hospital and high end hotel. There were a few other patients but they seemed as uninterested in interacting with me as I was with them. Most guys don’t want to admit to needing penis enhancement and I didn’t think most of them were as comfortable with the treatment as I was.

That day after recovering from my treatment I went out for a swim in the pool.

I dove in and swam a few laps. When I came up I saw Nancy and a nurse named Danielle in tiny bikinis laying out towels next to the pool.

Nancy waved to me. “Hi Jeff! Want to come help us with our lotion?”

I eagerly swam to the side of the pool and climbed out. They were taking each other’s bikinis off. Why did they even bother to wear them? Danielle had the biggest, most gravity defying breasts I’ve ever seen.

I looked over at their bags and discarded clothes.

“Where’s the lotion.”

Nancy laughed. “Oh come on, Jeff! You know the answer to that!”

Yeah, I guess I did. I knelt between them and started fondling both of their big, thick cocks. I stroked the massive rods until they both sprayed cum all over their tits. I had to resist the urge to lick it up but I dutifully rubbed the thick, hot “lotion” all over their fantastic bodies and had to be satisfied with licking my fingers clean.

I dove back into the pool and swam some more. I was swimming to the shallow end to get out when I saw a pair of sexy female legs underwater. I stood up and a pretty blond I’d never met before smiled at me.

“Hi, I’m Marcia.”

“Hi, Jeff.”

“How long have you been here, Jeff?”

“Four days now.”

She grinned and pointed to my crotch. “Can I…see?”

I pulled down my trunks. She was a medical professional after all. Wasn't she?

She reached out and squeezed my now average sized dick.

“Nice. I‘ve been here two weeks.”

She pulled down the bottom of her swimsuit to reveal a dick about the size of mine with much smaller balls. I was surprised. I hadn’t seen a woman under a foot here.

“Of course, it takes a lot longer for a woman. I should be done in about a month.”

This place has female patients?? I had no idea! The thought of hundreds or thousands of women walking around with huge cocks really turned me on.

“Looks great.” I said.

“Well, see you around, Jeff.” She turned and dove into the water.

***

That night I was fast asleep when I felt someone crawl on top of me. I opened my eyes to look up at Marcia’s smiling face.

“Marcia??”

We were both naked and I felt her hard cock against my stomach.

She giggled. “Hi, Jeff. I’m so fucking horny if I don’t get laid I’m gonna rape somebody!” She kissed me. “So which is it gonna be?”

She pulled my wrist over to the leather cuff hanging from the railing.

I grinned up at her. “What if I call for a nurse?”

“I’ve got the perfect thing to shove in your mouth to shut you up. Besides, the nurses around here, they’d probably want to watch.”

“Okay, of course I want to. But lets pretend I don’t.” I slipped my wrist through the cuff.

Marcia laughed. “Okay. Just don‘t say I didn‘t warn you!”

She tied me securely to the bed then climbed back on top of me.

She thrust her breasts in my face.

“Suck!” She ordered.

Like I had to be told! I eagerly started licking and sucking her big, beautiful breasts.

“Mmm, I love this treatment!” She sighed. “Even my breasts are getting bigger and more sensitive!”

She crawled farther up my body and her dick was in my face. Her thick six inches looked just as tasty as any of the huge nurses’. I stretched my neck and licked it.

“Not yet!” She lifted up her balls and I just barely saw her swollen labia in the dim light. “Lick your Mistress’s pussy!”

I eagerly buried my face in her steaming pussy. With all that had happened at the Clinic I almost forgot how much I loved eating pussy. She got off at least twice before she pulled away from me a little.

“Now suck my balls.” She giggled. “Never imagined I’d be saying that to a guy!”

Her balls were getting bigger but still smaller than average. They fit very comfortably in my mouth and she murmured happily as I rolled them around on my tongue.

Then she pulled her balls out of my mouth and turned over so we were in a sixty-nine position. She leaned down and gave my dick a few licks.

“You’re coming along nicely. What are you now? Seven inches? Very nice. Time to break in mine!”

She jammed her dick all the way down my throat. I gagged. She pulled it out and immediately thrust it back in. Tied up like this I had no control over how much she stuck in. She was more fucking my throat than allowing me to suck her. It hurt and I felt a little like I was going to puke whenever she jammed it all the way in but I was loving it. And she was doing incredible things to my dick with her own mouth.

I came first and she continued to pound my throat.

“Oh yeah! Oh god yeah! Your throat is so fucking tight! We’ll have to do this again when I’ve grown a few more inches.”

She slammed it all the way in and my throat spasmed, fighting the urge to vomit. She screamed out in orgasm and I felt her dick emptying it’s load straight down my throat.

“Oops, guess the nurses probably heard that one.” She giggled as she pulled her dick out of my throat. I coughed and gagged. That hurt like hell but I loved it!

She turned around and straddled my hips. “Now let’s take yours for a test drive. But I’m warning you, if you come before Mistress tells you to this time I’ll gag you and leave you here for the nurses to find in the morning.”

The nurses. Where were they? I was really hoping somebody would come join us. We were making enough noise here.

She slapped me. “Understand, slave?”

“Yes Mistress.” I gasped through my ravaged throat.

She slid back and pulled my dick inside her.

“Oh yeah! That’s so big!!”

That was gratifying.

I wanted to come the second I got inside her, being in this hospital made me insanely horny, but I held on as long as I could.

She rode my dick hard, rapidly pounding her own beautiful new endowment.

With another lusty scream she sprayed hot cum all over my face and her cunt clamped down hard on my dick. I couldn’t take it anymore. I thrust up into her and shot my load.

“Bad boy! I wasn’t anywhere near finished with you yet.”

“Sorry. I’ll be ready again in a second.”

“Too late, bitch.”

“Oh come on, you’re not really-”

She slipped off the bed and held up a crumpled piece of cloth.

“These panties don’t fit very well anymore but I’ll put them to good use.” She crammed the panties into my mouth and smiled down at me. “See you around the pool.”

Grinning evilly, she turned and walked out.

A few moments later Nurse Amy walked in.

“Have a good time, Jeff? I was watching. Sure looked like you were.”

I nodded and tried to ask her to remove the panties.

She looked down at me tied and gagged. “Good. See you tomorrow.”

I yelled through the gag as she turned and walked away.

“Sleep tight.”

***

It was my last morning at the Clinic. I was really going to miss the place. Dr. Hanson was giving me my final exam.

“Looks fantastic, Jeff. Nancy will be here in a second to give you your final treatment.”

“Thanks Doc. Thanks for everything.”

Nancy walked in.

She came over and hugged me tight. “I’m gonna miss you, Jeff! You were my favorite patient ever!”

“I’ll miss you too, Nancy.”

“Come on over here.” She indicated the kneeling bench.

I knelt and she leaned down and pulled my hands behind me. Before I knew it she had snapped handcuffs onto me and secured them to a bolt in the wall.

“We’re all gonna miss you. So we decided to give you a going away treatment you’ll never forget.”

The door opened and all of the beautiful nurses crowded into the small examining room. They all held their huge dicks in their hands. Nancy and Doc Hanson reached under their skirts and pulled out their own monsters.

***

I left the Clinic with a ten inch dick, severely bruised vocal chords, and a major fetish for nurses and women with dicks. I started seeing Marcia a few months later. She keeps a nurse‘s costume in her closet and nothing turns me on more than when she puts it on and ties me up.

was my doctor?? Was a steady stream of incredibly hot women part of this treatment? Ha! I wish!

bt that grown men would do a double take and fuck her sexy little ass if they could get away with it.

            Kris was clearly the ring leader of the little group of three girls and three boys that followed her around like puppies. Barbara insisted that they were just kids and didn’t think about sex yet. Clearly my wife was living in denial.

            Other than saying something to Barbara when Kris couldn’t hear me, I pretty much stayed out of Kris’s way. When I saw Kris drinking from Barbara’s wine glass I didn’t say a word. Nor did I say anything when Kris would take cigarettes from my pack. I was seen as cool in Kris’s eyes. Kris also flashed her young tits at me. I just said that they were nice. I figured that it would only be a matter of time before something happened that would shock Barbara to no end. I knew that if I wanted to fuck her then other men surely would love to ride that sexy little ass.

            Saturday afternoon, my plans got spoiled because my buddy’s wife came home and we had to clear out of his house. Barbara was working all day, so I came home. Barbara insisted that Kris was mature enough to say at home by herself.

            This was summer time and I smelt sex as soon as I opened the door. Then I heard all the voices. There had to have been ten guys ranging from very young to old adult hanging outside of Kris’s bedroom. The guys were passing around condoms and stroking their cocks. One of the little guys handed me a condom.

I would have blown up and started kicking asses out of my house, but I really wanted to see what I suspected was happening. I peeked in the door and it was just as I suspected. Kris and her two girl friends lay cross ways on Kris’s bed while the guys took turns fucking them. Two of the men, I figured had to have been ten years older than me.

Kris looked so fucking sexy holding her knees up and spread apart while the guys took their turns and stroking their cocks to get a second and third turn based on what I heard. One of the little guys told me that I could go next because he had already had Kris and wanted to try out one of the other girls.

Why the fuck not! Her mother wouldn’t believe it anyways. I pulled out my cock and stroked it a few times before stretching on the rubber. I noticed that I had a few inches of both length and thickness on the guys that I saw.

I wanted to see the look on Kris’s face just before I shove my cock in her. I wondered what her reaction would be. I stood with my head turned way waiting for the young man who was fucking her at a hundred miles per-hour to shoot his load.

I felt that I moved as smooth as a cat. I slapped cock rock hard cock down on her spread pussy, smiled and drove my cock to the hilt just as she gasped. Her eyes were as big a plates. The smile on my face couldn’t have been washed off. I started pounded her wet little cunt causing the other two pairs to bounce on the bed. She looked like she wanted to say something, but my strokes seemed to be taking her breath.

One of her little friends recognized me and the older guys ran out first and then the others. There was one little guy left peeking in the door wacking his cock. The pain of the head of my cock hitting against Kris’s cervix began to show on her face. She finally broke eye contact and closed her eyes.

I was going for the marathon fuck. I got Kris turned around on the bed and tried my best to nail her straight through the mattress. After a while Kris began to moan, but I didn’t let up. I figured that they must have been fucking for about four hours before I got there.

The more I fucked Kris, the more I enjoyed it. I turned her on her knees and began bagging her doggie-style. She cried out with each stroke. I never could last very long that way and her sexy little ass felt good enough to make me shoot my load.

I pulled out of her and told her that I wish I had known that she was giving up pussy like that, I would have been fucking her a long time ago. I added that she had really good pussy. Before she had a chance to respond to my first couple of comments, I asked her to explain what was going on.

Kris told me that it was a gang bang party and the guys paid seventy-five dollars to fuck her and her friends until the party was over. I was floored. She was still unsure about what I was going to do, but she warmed up seeing that I wasn’t going to do anything or say anything to her mother.

Kris showed me that she had a big load of cash from the parties that she and her friends gave. She had a safe where she kept her money and I didn’t have a clue about it. I had clearly under estimated Kris. She was pretty smart. I asked her how did it all start and she told me that a boy offered her money for sex and she told him that he had to pay more than what he offered to fuck her. She said that the boy came back with fifty dollars and she had been getting paid for doing it since.

I asked her if I could help and she told me that older men would pay more but they wanted to meet at motels. I got so wrapped up in what she was saying that I agreed to take her to meet men if she wanted me too.

Kris and I ended up discussing her career plans of beer. She was totally in control. She said she loved fucking and sucking, but it was really cool to get paid for doing it. She called her two girl friends, Sarah and Lacey, back over. I fucked Sarah and then Lacey while they figured out that my role would be body guard. They started making plans for their next get together.

I fell right into it. Barbara got home and we had diner as usual. Kris told Barbara that I would be taking her and her friends to the mall and a few other places. Barbara was surprised that I would volunteer my time, but said nothing else about.

Kris flirted with me a lot more behind Barbara’s back, and as soon as Barbara went to take her shower Kris and I started fucking on the dining room table. Kris took my cum in her mouth to show me her blowjob skills. I was very impressed. She twisted me right around her fingers.