“Oh, I can do better than that. Mind if I drop by?”

“Of course! I’d love to see you. I can’t exactly get to the door to unlock it, though. Come around to the back. The glass door is open.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes, then.”

“And I’ll probably still be kind of stuck.”

“Good. I’ll get to play along. I’ve got Joey with me, is that okay.”

“Oh my God, yeah! Bring him!”

Cara laughed lightly at her enthusiasm. “See ya soon!”

Angie hung up and put the phone back on the table. She tried to relax her pussy, hoping that maybe she could untie with Davey before Cara arrived, after all. But no such luck. Before she knew it, Cara was knocking on the sliding glass door she was facing. She held a leash that was connected to a large, silvery-grey Weimeraner, which was standing obediently beside her. He was a little taller than Davey. Cara smirked at the display Angie was putting on and slid the door open, walking inside.

“Close the curtains?” Angie requested. Cara did, and commanded her dog to sit and stay.

She sat down on the sofa, near Angie and Davey, crossing her bare legs languidly. She leaned forward for a moment to stroke down the center of Angie’s back. “How long have you been there?”

“Almost twenty minutes,” Angie grunted again as Davey started trying to pull his cock from her body. After a few tries, the knot popped free.

She grinned, getting up and letting the come drain from her cunt, down her legs, and onto the beach towels she’d put down on the floor. A large wet spot developed around her feet as the come soaked in. After letting Davey back out, she stepped toward Cara and climbed onto her lap, kneeling there and straddling her thighs. She kissed her, sucking hungrily at her lips and tongue, and pushed the tight, glittered tee shirt off over Cara’s head. As she moved to massage and mouth them, Cara felt the come still slowly dripping from Angie soak through her skirt and onto her skin. Her pussy started to feel slick already.

“So,” Angie said between laps at her nipples, “are you going to fuck Joey while I watch? Or what?”

“I thought maybe you could have a go at him. Then, later, I can have the leftovers.” She grinned and slid a hand over Angie’s slippery thigh, fingers hitting home at her clit, making her groan and write against her a little.

“Sounds like a good plan. Something I want to do first, though.”

Joey watched with interest as Angie moved down to the floor again, on her knees between Cara’s legs, and pushed the soft skirt up around her waist. There were no panties there to discard. Angie kissed and nipped high on her inner thighs, running her tongue over the shaved mound and slit, pressing her tongue into the very top of it before using her hands to spread Cara’s legs wider. Cara leaned her head back against the sofa cushion and ran her fingers through Angie’s hair.

“Open your legs so Joey can lick you...” Cara said, gasping as Angie’s lips formed a suction around her clit.

Angie obeyed and Cara called Joey over. He sniffed Angie and slowly began to lick this new person. His tongue ran up her ass crack, then made Angie moan into Cara’s pussy as his tongue began finding its way inside her every few licks.

She moved down a little, her own tongue wiggling into the folds of Cara’s pussy, licking out and swallowing the wetness that dripped from it. Before very long, Cara’s body tensed and jerked, grinding into Angie’s mouth as she came. Angie licked more quickly at her opening, drinking the flow of honey the orgasm produced.

As Cara recovered, Angie stood. “Why don’t we move upstairs?”

Cara stood and straightened her skirt, picking up her shirt and purse as Angie wadded up the towels from the floor and mopped up the damp spot that had seeped through them, following her up the stairs and into a bedroom with Joey tagging happily along.

Angie led her to her parents’ bedroom. She knew her room wasn’t exactly the most adult-oriented, and although she was pretty sure Cara had figured out she wasn’t eighteen, she would rather keep the obnoxious posters plastered to her walls out of sight for now.

“Are you ready for Joey?” Cara asked, running her tongue over lips and shedding her skirt.

“God, more than ready!” Angie giggled, sitting down on the bed. She wondered if she could get the bed linens washed, dried, and back on the bed before her parents got home… Then decided she’d make something up if they got back before she could get them done.

Cara opened her purse. “Guess what I got the other day?”

“Ohh, what?”

She pulled out a couple of buttplugs. Angie’s eyes widened and she smiled. They looked a little bigger than either of the ones Tom had used on her. Cara reached into her purse again and pulled something else out.

“I didn’t know if you’d want to try this or not, but I got it on the off chance.” She swung it around by the unbuckled strap.

It was a gag of sorts. Instead of a regular gag or ball, the strap was attached to a fat black dildo.

“Sure, I’ll try it,” Angie said, running her fingers over her pussy, which was quickly becoming sticky from the drying come.

“Get on your knees on the floor and lean on the bed,” Cara told her, bringing the toys over.

Angie did as she was told. “I don’t mind being told what to do, you know. It kind of turns me on, being ordered around.”

After swirling one of the plugs around her own pussy, lubricating it very well, Cara quickly pushed it home in Angie’s ass. The younger girl squeaked at the sudden entrance, then groaned as Cara slowly rotated it.

“Feels good?” she asked. When Angie nodded, she patted her leg to call Joey over.

Joey approached her. She patted him on the head and rubbed his ears, then guided him toward Angie, helping him to mount her. His front legs wrapped around her body, just under her breasts. She could feel his short claws on her skin. Cara reached between them, masturbating Joey until his cock began to peek out of its sheath and he began to hump, then aimed it right at Angie’s hole. On the second try without help, Joey’s cock slipped into her. It came completely out a few times until it had become erect enough. She knew his cock had to be quite a bit bigger than Davey’s, because very soon she felt the now familiar nudging at her cervix, then the strange, aching sensation of the cock tip pushing through it. Her entire cunt pulsated as she imagined the dog’s cock working in and out of her, the slick, shiny, red cock rubbing the opening of her cervix.

Cara watched, using the other plug as a dildo, working the tip in and out of her own pussy. Angie was mesmerized as the plug stretched the pussy near her face, straining around the red silicone. She wasn’t trying to get it all the way in – it was too wide for her, yet.

Joey panted, his cock slamming in and out of Angie’s cunt, her position letting his pre-come drip from her pussy mound just as quickly as his cock was spraying it into her. His claws scraped at her skin as she began to feel his knot bumping just at the outside of her cunt. She had expected it sooner, and realized again just how big this dog’s cock was. There was a deeper ache as he finally rammed his knot into her, as if his cock had bottomed out again far inside. Angie grunted rhythmically with Joey’s hard, insistent thrusts, starting to reach down to rub her clit and relieve her own growing desire to hump at something.

“No, no,” Cara laughed. “If you want me to order you around, you have to listen. No touching your own pussy right now.”

Angie made an anguished face. Her clit was screaming to be touched.

“How about I restrain your hands, so you can’t touch it?” Cara asked, wanting to make sure she didn’t do something that would freak Angie out.

Angie nodded. Cara pulled a pair of very long, wide white ribbons out of her purse and tied one end tightly around each of Angie’s wrists, then knotted the other end of each securely around that side’s bedposts. Angie’s arms were pulled taut, the muscles of her upper arms stinging a little. She struggled a bit, just to test the ribbons, and found that they were more than sturdy enough to withstand her pulling.

Cara crawled back onto the bed from the other side, rubbing the other plug around her slick pussy again. She put it in front of Angie’s face. “Suck my juices off it,” she told her, pressing the tip against her lips.

Angie opened her mouth and obeyed. Cara began to work it into Angie’s mouth just as she had in her own pussy, effectively fucking her mouth. She licked her own lips as Angie’s lips stretched wider and wider around it.

“Mmm, I think Joey’s just about to come.” She picked the gag up from the comforter beside her and replaced the plug with it in Angie’s mouth. Angie choked a bit and she pulled it away. “You okay? Can you breathe with it all the way in?”

Angie nodded for her and opened her mouth wide. Cara put the gag back in, fastening it at the back of her head. It touched the back of Angie’s throat when she breathed out, leaving just barely enough room to draw air in through her nose. Cara got off the bed and squatted near Angie’s ass. She watched Joey’s short, tied thrusts into Angie for a few seconds before putting one hand flat against the mound of Angie’s pussy. She pulled her hand back and slapped the smooth, naked skin. Angie jumped, not expecting it. Cara repeated the slap, then again after spreading the top of her slit open with her other hand so that she could make hard contact with her exposed clit. That made Angie jump harder, also bringing a high whimper out of her.

Cara saw Joey tense, and knew he was only a second from filling Angie with his come. She could tell when he had actually begun to orgasm, because Angie swallowed hard and made a low groan. Angie felt the hot come spurt into her, repeated spurts that filled her. it made her abdomen swell as it actually filled her small womb completely, expanding her insides because her cunt was blocked by the dog’s knot, with no way to let any come drain out. She started pulling at the ribbons that held her in place as she began to get more and more uncomfortably full.

With a soothing hand rubbing Angie’s belly, Cara whispered silkily into her ear, “Joey hasn’t come in at least four months. I sort of got caught up with the meetings and people’s dogs there. I was kinda saving his big come like that for me, but I decided to give it to you.” She leaned in and sucked at Angie’s earlobe before adding, “Did you know that the longer a dog that’s used to fucking regularly goes without coming, the move come he produces when he finally gets his cock in something again. I didn’t know it till a guy at one of the meetings told me. He told me like this, too. Damn, I didn’t think that dog would ever stop coming in me. His cock wasn’t as big as Joey’s, but that dog came so much I didn’t think I’d ever get it all out of my.” She laughed and slapped Angie’s pussy again, harder than before.

Angie jumped, then continued groaning at being so full. Joey had all but stopped humping. She could swear he was still coming in her, but couldn’t be sure.

“Is he done?” Cara asked her. Angie made the universal sound for ‘I don’t know’. “Oh well, I’ll wait till he finishes by himself. I don’t want to get caught across the room and not get to see him pull out. Here, I want you to do something...”

Cara backed up a little, making room beside the bed. She reached up and untied the ribbons from Angie’s wrists, then pulled her insistently toward the floor. Angie let Cara move her, being pushed down so that her face and shoulders were resting against the wood floor.

“That’ll help keep it in you better,” Cara explained. Angie was looking up at her with huge blue eyes, lips visible around the cock gag she was strapped into. “I’ll tell you something else you probably didn’t know. Dog sperm actually fertilizes human eggs. It can’t make a baby of any kind, of course, because there have to be a certain number of chromosomes, and dogs and humans don’t have the right amount, added together. But isn’t it wicked that the sperm actually invades your eggs like that? It’s in there right now, trying its best to make a puppy in your little cunt.” She rubbed Angie’s stomach again, pressing in a little in an attempt to feel the dog locked into her insides.

Angie blinked at her before grunting at the added pressure.

Cara laughed. “What, you thought I was dumb? Blonde hair doesn’t mean a thing.” She winked and leaned forward, licking slowly up Angie’s cheek, around the border of the gag.

She watched as Joey pulled harder to get his knot free. Angie gasped and squeaked mutedly as the knot yanked at the opening of her vagina. Her entire pussy was red, almost raw, obviously well-used and stretched around the swollen knot. Cara put the plug right up against Joey’s cock, ready for the knot to lose its hold. His knot began to peek out of her, the bottom curve pulling free, the pink glove of Angie’s pussy clinging to the huge ball of cock tissue. Eventually, he yanked himself further out, the middle of the knot showing. Cara knew that the come would pour out as soon as that, the widest part, came out. As it did, she quickly pressed the tip of the plug alongside, taking up the space that Joey’s cock left as it jerked free, with both of them occupying her cunt at one time for a second. As the cock came out and Joey padded off to clean himself, Cara slammed the plug into its resting place, the enormous cone stoppering her cunt with a small but audible “POP!” Cara beamed happily because only a few drops had leaked out. They were rolling down the inside of Angie’s right thigh. She leaned down and licked them off before they could reach the floor.

After sitting back down on the bed, Cara helped pull Angie to her feet so that she could join her. She unbuckled the gag and took it out of Angie’s mouth. Angie took a deep breath, relieved to be able to breathe freely again. She lay down on her back and let Cara spread her legs open wide. Cara lay down as well, flat on her stomach with her face within licking distance of Angie’s pussy. She ran a hand over Angie’s abdomen, still swollen into a curve with the come locked inside.

“Does it hurt? Is it uncomfortable?” she asked.

Angie shook her head. “A little bit, but not as bad, now that Joey’s cock’s not plugging up my cervix. There’s a little more room. I can feel it slosh when I move,” she giggled. “It’s still hot.”

Cara rubbed her belly harder, feeling how tight it was. Angie groaned. “Be quiet, now,” she told her, and lowered her head to the reddened, soaking wet pussy in front of her. She licked the shiny, engorged clit gently, making Angie tremble. She sucked at the petals of her pussy, pulling them into her mouth and cleaning the come off them. Taking hold of the end of the plug that was in Angie’s ass, she pulled it out and dropped it to the floor, putting two fingers in to replace it. Angie’s back arched a little.

“Dogs are okay...” Cara said, “I mean, damn, they’re great for just plain fucking. Better than guys, usually. But they don’t help at all with the goal I’m aiming for.”

Angie raised her head up a little so she could look at her. “Goal?”

“Yeah. Remember, dog come doesn’t make babies.”

“Ohh, you’re trying to get pregnant! Really?”

“Yep.”

Angie found that she was just barely able to keep her voice even, as Cara fell into a smooth rhythm fingerfucking her ass. “I can imagine you pregnant,” she smiled. “I’d like to fuck you as a pregnant woman. Are you trying with one guy, or mixing the cocktail up a little?”

Cara shook her head and laughed at the awful pun. “A few guys, so far. I’ve only been trying for a couple of months.”

“Mmm... I hope it happens soon.”

“It’ll be a lot of work, to hide stuff like this from a kid. Once it gets older, I mean.”

“It won’t be that hard...”

“Okay now, be quiet and enjoy.” Cara winked at her and began tonguing around the outside of the plug in Angie’s pussy. After a few minutes, she looked up at her again. “Are you ready to come? And to get that out of you?”

Angie nodded quickly, more than ready for both.

“Let’s go to your bathroom. You have a bathtub, don’t you, not just a shower?”

“Yeah, it’s in there.” She pointed across the room, to the closed door.

Cara helped her off the bed. Angie found that having to walk was a bit painful. Cara had to help her all the way to the bathroom and into the bathtub. Both were in it, Angie lying in the bottom with her legs spread and hanging over the sides of the porcelain tub, Cara between them, holding her hips up higher so that she could get her lips around Angie’s clit again. She sucked hard on it for a moment, and when Angie was going over the edge, she jerked the plug out of her cunt with an obscenely wet sound. The dog’s come gushed over Cara, coating her breasts, stomach, and thighs. It ran down Angie’s back and pooled at the bottom of the tub where her head was, with the drain closed. She felt the hot come soaking into her hair and turned her head, getting it smeared over her cheek. The orgasm tore through her, making her bite her lip to keep from screaming too loudly. She felt Cara’s tongue lick up into her cunt, licking come from inside her.

Putting Angie’s hips down, Cara leaned forward and cupped her hand, gathering come in it and holding Angie’s mouth open with the other, pouring the handful into it and holding her slick palm tight over the girl’s mouth until she had swallowed. She cupped more in her hands and poured it over Angie’s body, then lay front-to-front with her, their bodies sliding against each other. She put one come-coated hand between them and easily pushed it into Angie’s pussy, curling the hand into a fist inside her and working it in and out. Angie grunted and humped her hips against Cara, still so horny she couldn’t stand it. She didn’t care what she looked like, her hair wet with dog come and making noises like a rutting animal. She just wanted to come again.

Cara extended two fingers and pushed her hand in further. Angie gasped and groaned, mouth open and eyes clenched shut hard.

“Are my fingers where I think they are?” Cara asked, mouth against Angie’s ear.

“Fuck! God, yes!”

“Where are they? Tell me where they are. Say it.”

“They’re- God! Cara, fuck!”

“Say it, bitch. I know you like being a bitch for dogs. You’re my bitch, too. Tell me where my fingers are.”

“In my- fuck-” she whimpered pitifully, wishing her orgasm would come quickly. “They’re in my womb!” she finally managed to spit out, feeling the curled fingers stroke hard at her insides.

“Joey did that,” Cara grinned, rubbing her pussy against Angie’s leg. “His cock tunneled you out so much, I can fingerfuck your womb. What do you think about that?”

“I love it! I’d take your- your whole arm up my cunt, if I could!” She suddenly grunted violently, her stomach jerking upward hard as her back arched and she came again.

Cara moved her hips harder, grinding her pussy faster as she felt Angie’s cunt contract around her hand and wrist. With Angie squirming under her, she came. She put her mouth over Angie’s, sucking at her bottom lip as she orgasmed.

They lay there for a while, breathing hard, both exhausted and soaking wet with come and sweat. Cara spoke first. “I’m ready for a shower.”

“Me, too. All the body fluid smearing around sounds great during, but then there’s the aftermath, and having to scrape it all off.” Angie laughed.

“It’s fun during, though. I don’t think men are the only ones that lose blood flow to the brain during sex. If that were the case, women would never do anything stupid for sex. Or during sex.”

Cara stood up carefully, trying not to slip in the come that was still pooled and quickly congealing in the bottom of the bathtub. Angie opened the drain and turned the water on to wash the rest of the come out. She stood up and felt more run down her legs.

“Ow,” she laughed and whimpered a little, “my pussy is sore.”

Cara shook her head. “I guess so, after all that.” She looked at the digital clock sitting on the bedside table in the other room. “Shit, it’s late. I’m supposed to be at my mother’s house for dinner in fifteen minutes.”

“Want to take separate showers, then?”

“Not on your life.”

Both stepped carefully into the shower across the room and washed themselves, also helping to wash each other. The shower was a quick one with very little hanky-panky, as both were in a hurry. Angie tried not to let on that she was, though.

They went back to the bedroom, where Joey was laying peacefully beside the door. Cara put her shirt back on and looked at her stained skirt.

“I probably have something you can wear,” Angie volunteered. Still naked herself, she dug around in the closet until she found a pair of her mother’s white shorts that looked as if they would fit.

Cara slipped them on and gathered her things. “I’m really sorry to screw and run like this,” she laughed, “but I’m already late.”

“It’s okay. As long as you come back.”

“Couldn’t keep me away.” She smiled wickedly and gave Angie a searing kiss before walking out the front door and getting back into her car, Joey hopping in ahead of her. Angie peered around the door, careful to not let a breast or other body part peek out with her, and waved as Cara drove away.

She closed the door and started hurrying through the house, spraying air freshener (she knew that the house must smell like all manner of sex), scrubbing the cloudy spot that Davey’s come had made off the living room floor, then ran upstairs. She cleaned the floor beside the bed first, then tore the comforter and linens off the bed and stuffed them into the washer with bleach and washing powder. She put the load of her own clothes that had been sitting damp in the washer into the dryer, then ran back upstairs to clean up the bathroom and give everything another look, to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. She stared at the bed in a slight panic and tried to come up with a story.

She had it! Something she knew that her parents would believe, since it had happened countless times before.

There was a honk from the driveway. Angie was glad they had stayed gone as long as they had, and was thankful that her Great Aunt Sandra could run her mouth for hours and always managed to corner her mother at funerals. She was nearly to the bottom of the stairs before she realized that she was still naked. Another trip upstairs, and she had pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt.

Her parents were in the entryway, shedding coats and keys, when she came back down.

“Where were you? You usually have the door open by the time we drive up,” her mother asked, pulling off clip earrings and breezing past her to go up the stairs.

Angie followed, with her father close behind. “I was putting your sheets in the wash…” she replied with a guilty smile as they walked into her parents’ bedroom.

“Why on earth did you have to wash them?”

“I was watching TV in here and eating, and I sort of spilled something on the bed.”

“Angie!” her mother scolded. “It had better not stain!”

“Oh, it won’t, it was just milk from my cereal, but I didn’t want it to be all sticky, so I stuck it all in the washer.”

Her father shook his head, also scoldingly, as he removed his tie. “You should be more careful, Angie.”

“Sorry… I’ll put them in the dryer when they’re done.”

He leaned down and picked up something off the floor, then looked at her with a strange expression. “Angie, what is this doing in here?”

She stepped forward to look at what was in his hand, and felt panic rise again. It was a strawberry-flavored condom that must have fallen out of Cara’s purse.

“Uh…” Angie looked at her mother.

“Give me that,” her mother said, snatching the condom from his hand and scooting Angie out the door with her, “We’re going to have a talk.”

Angie felt sweat spring up on her forehead.

“Angie, I thought we talked about this. You said you don’t need birth control pills, but you’re carrying around condoms!”

“Mom, it’s just in case! I promise I’m not having sex with boys!”

Her mother put the condom in her hand and shook her head. “Monday we’re going to the doctor and getting you those pills. I won’t take no for an answer, this time.”

Angie waited till her mother went back into the bedroom, then rolled her eyes and tucked the condom into her pocket.



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culminating in Justin watching her and Blake having sex on the beach. She had been infuriated by that, and had grounded Justin for a week because of it. But now, Meg was questioning why she had done it.
She stared morosely out at the calm water on the lake. Was she angry with him or angry at herself? After all, she was the one that had bought the thong, stimulating his young hormones. She had watched him masturbate on his bed. She had watched him peeing that day on the lake. She had allowed herself to be...FUCKED...in full view on the beach. And she had LET him watch...she had...she had ENJOYED it!
Meg rubbed her forehead. "Oh lord," she whispered softly. "What is the matter with me?" She felt like such a slut, but she also felt absolutely powerless to prevent it. Justin was probably doing what came normally and naturally to a young boy, and she was punishing him for it. It was SHE who should be punished.
She shook her head angrily. NO! Why was she being so hard on herself? She was simply enjoying her newfound sexual freedom. That day on the beach with Blake was the most fantastic sexual experience of her life, and she wouldn't have given it up for anything. She should be celebrating her sexuality - she simply had to be more careful about keeping it private from her son.
Today was Thursday, which meant Blake must be back at home. A shiver ran through her body as she thought about him. She closed her eyes, and imagined him gripping her in his muscular arms, kissing her...FUCKING her! Meg's heart fluttered in her chest. Perhaps she would give him a call tomorrow.
Meg decided to go in and tell Justin he was no longer grounded, to apologize. She picked up her empty glass and walked into the house. But the television had been turned off - Justin had already gone to bed. She frowned. She'd have to tell him in the morning.
*****
Blake was just finishing brushing his teeth over his bathroom sink when he heard the doorbell, faintly discernible above the running water. "Who the fuck..." he wondered out loud. He rinsed his mouth and strode through the living room, wiping his face with a towel as he walked. He pulled the front door open, and there on the stoop stood Justin.
"Well hello there little buddy! This is a surprise."
"Hi Blake."
"Um, come on in." Blake glanced at his wristwatch. "It's...a little late for you isn't it sport?"
The boy nodded. "I guess so. But I...I wanted to come and see you, but I'm grounded. I had to sneak out."
"Grounded? Why?" He followed the boy into the living room.
Justin shrugged. "Mom's mad at me."
"She's mad at you? Why?" He thought he knew the reason.
"Um..." he shrugged.
"Was it because of that day on the beach when you watched us?" Justin nodded, and looked down at the floor.
"Did you like watching?"
"Uh huh."
"You're not...mad or anything are you? I mean, me being with your mother?"
The boy shook his head. "Uh uh. It's okay. And I really liked to watch." He lowered his eyes. "Can I watch again...I mean if you ever do it again?"
Blake laughed. "Of course you can buddy. I thought it was...exciting knowing you could see us."
"You did?"
"Sure. Sometimes it's just as fun knowing someone's watching you as it is to watch other people."
Justin looked confused. He didn't really understand.
"So, what would you like to do? You could play with my computer...or we could watch some more of my movies..."
Justin smiled broadly. "Movies," he said softly.
The two of them walked hand in hand to the den. Blake sat down at the computer, and Justin began to pull up the spare chair. "Um, wait a sec' Justin. I've got an idea. Would you like to sit on my lap?"
After a moment's hesitation, the boy clambered up into Blake's lap, sitting across his upper thighs. Blake luxuriated in the feel of the boy's cute little butt wriggling into position. He sighed as he grabbed the mouse, considering which video to call up.
"Remember the clip we saw of anal sex? The man fucking the woman's ass? Did you know that men do that to each other sometimes?"
Justin looked upward, thinking. "Kind of...I think I've heard of that."
"Well, watch this." Blake clicked his mouse, and the clip showed a side view of a young man in his early 20s on hands and knees, while an older man fucked his ass from behind.
"Oh wow," murmured Justin. He shifted his weight on Blake's thighs, sliding backward to get more comfortable. He was dangerously close to sitting on Blake's erection, which was growing impressively inside his sweats. "Play it again."
"Hang on - I've got a better one." He searched through the directory. "That feels really good you know."
"Fucking someone in their rear?"
Blake smiled. "Well, that too. But I mean, being fucked in the rear feels really good."
"It does? It doesn't hurt?" His eyes narrowed. "How do you know that?"
"Because I've done it."
"You have? A man has put his dick in your bum?"
"Yup, many times. I like it. And it doesn't hurt unless the man has a big cock. Even then, it feels nice." Justin fell silent, contemplating this information.
"Okay here's the next movie. Now this feels really good. But I've never actually done it."
The clip featured two young men and an older woman. One man was lying on his back on the edge of a table, while the other stood in front of him and fucked his ass. Meanwhile, the woman had the recipient's erect prick in her mouth.
"This gets me really hot to watch it. How about you?" Blake asked.
Justin nodded vigorously.
"Tell you what. I've got about ten of those kind. Let me queue them up so they run continuously. That's about 20 minutes worth. Then we can just sit back and watch them."
As the clips flashed across the computer monitor, Blake was becoming increasingly aware of the warmth of Justin's legs and rear radiating through the fabric of his sweatpants. His cock was erect and throbbing in his groin, and he was sure that Justin's was doing much the same. He knew that it was only a matter of time until he got another chance at the boy's cock - Justin wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't interesting in continuing their sex games.
The movies continued in an endless loop, all of them featuring bi men, and a couple of them with young teenage boys. Blake placed his hand on Justin's hip in invitation, and the boy squirmed into a more comfortable position in Blake's lap. He was now sitting on Blake's erection, and the man was sure that the boy could easily feel his arousal pressed against him.
"Are you SURE that it doesn't hurt?"
Blake smiled. "Well, if the cock is big, it does a little bit. At first anyway. I like it if the cock is a little smaller."
The current clip showed two men lustily fucking.
"Do these movies turn you on Justin?" The boy nodded.
"Me too. Can you feel how hard I am?" Blake flexed his cock, pushing it against Justin's cute rear.
Justin nodded and giggled. "Uh-huh."
Blake placed his hands on each of Justin's hips, then tentatively slid them around to his crotch. He could feel the boy's stiff cock through the material of his shorts. "Oh my...you're very hard too." Justin responded by wiggling his butt, stimulating Blake's sensitized cock. Blake slid his hand across Justin's bulge, feeling it jerk at the sensation.
"I just don't know if I'd like that. It'd hurt I think."
"It might. But I wonder if you'd like it more to fuck a man in the ass, rather than BE fucked?"
"Is it different than fucking a girl?"
"In her ass, or in her pussy?"
"Both."
"Well..." Blake slid his hands up and down Justin's bare thighs. "Fucking either a man or a woman in the ass feels about the same I guess. Very tight. It's a little different to fuck a girl in her pussy though." He brought his hands to the waistband of Justin's shorts and began pushing them down. Justin obliged by lifting his butt slightly off Blake's laps, and the older man nudged the shorts down the boy's thighs.
Justin leaned back against Blake's chest and closed his eyes, letting the older man fondle him. His cock was steely hard in Blake's hand, and the older man formed his thumb and forefinger into a circle and masturbated him. Justin moaned with pleasure, and Blake's cock jerked at the sound. He flexed his erection, pushing it against Justin's butt cheeks. How he wanted to fuck the boy! But that would be going too far - it was too soon in their relationship. But maybe there was an alternative.
He stopped stroking Justin's prick, and whispered softly in the boy's ear. "Would you like to try it?"
Justin's eyes opened. "Try what Blake?"
"You could fuck me in the ass."
Justin inhaled sharply. "Would...would you like me to?" he asked in a trembling voice.
Blake smiled. "Yes. Very much." He gently helped the boy off his lap, and they walked to the bedroom.
Blake was lying facedown on his bed, completely nude, rubbing his throbbing cock against the pillow that was propped beneath him. He was trembling with excitement, anticipating the feeling of Justin's cock entering him. His ass was suspended in the air, asshole shiny with a thick layer of Vaseline.
He felt the mattress depress between his spread legs as the boy climbed on the bed. "I hope I don't hurt you Blake." He sounded both excited and frightened.
Blake smiled. "It won't hurt...It'll feel good. Now put your cock against me."
Justin scooted forward and knelt behind him. Blake could feel him probing his asshole with his cockhead, very tentatively poking against him. "Don't be shy Justin," he gasped. "Press it into me." He could hear Justin breathing heavily, as he repositioned his cockhead and pushed the tip into Blake's willing asshole.
"Oh yeah," Blake moaned. "That's it. Keep going." Justin pushed again, and gasped as the first two inches of his hard prick entered the older man's tight ass. He pushed harder, and the full length of his five-inch cock disappeared into Blake's warm rectum. "Ohh," Justin moaned loudly, reveling in his first ever fuck.
Justin fell onto Blake's broad back, fucking the older man lustily. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted loudly with each stroke. Blake bucked his ass against the boy's thrusting cock, delighting in the feel of Justin's rock-hard prick snaking deeply into his rectum. He swirled his hips, sliding his cock against the pillow beneath him, knowing the boy was going to make him come.
He coaxed the boy to fuck him harder. "Oh yeah, Justin. Fuck me! That's it!"
Justin humped the older man feverishly, his cock making a liquid slapping sound as it drilled in and out of Blake's clinging asshole. Blake tried to keep pace, in ecstasy over the stimulation. He ground his own throbbing cock into the pillow beneath him, feeling his orgasm rapidly approaching.
Justin was fucking Blake at a furious pace, moaning with lust. With a final deep thrust, he began coming inside Blake. "Ohhh!" he cried loudly with pleasure. "Uh! UH! UH!" His cock vibrated inside the man's ass, as he shot his sperm deeply inside Blake's rectum. The older man, excited at Justin's climax, humped furiously against the pillow, until he too was coming in massive waves of erotic pleasure. The wetness of his sperm spread in a pool beneath him, soaking his pubic hair.
As his orgasm subsided, Justin collapsed against Blake's sweaty back, gasping for breath, mellowing in the after-glow of his first fuck. His cock began to soften, but he remained wedged in the man's tight asshole, unwilling to give up the warm grip.
Blake grinned weakly. "Mmm, you fucked me good."
"It sure felt nice Blake. I guess I kind of know what's it's like to fuck a girl."
Blake smiled. "Kind of."
"Sure wish I could do that someday. Just like you fucking my Mom."
"Oh you will." And at that moment, a nasty evil thought began to form in Blake's mind.
*****
"Another glass of chardonnay Meg?"
Meg was already feeling tipsy, but she nodded and handed him her empty wine glass. She felt safe, and protected, and uninhibited. Why not go all out? She kicked off her sandals, and settled back in Blake's overstuffed couch. A warm glow wrapped around her like a blanket. She demurely pulled the hem of her short sundress over her bare thighs, and gave a long satisfied sigh.
This was their first real "date". Justin was left back at the cabin. Blake had cooked a fantastic meal for the two of them, and had entertained her over dinner with stories of his job. She was falling for the man...that was clear to her. But Meg was more than willing to let it happen. And Justin liked him too - a big bonus.
Blake returned from the kitchen with two chilled glasses of wine. "M'lady," he said with mock chivalry as he handed one to Meg. He chuckled. "I think that's yours, but I'm not sure."
Meg giggled. "That's okay. We've already exchanged each other germs." She blushed - she wasn't used to being so forward.
Blake smiled slyly. "And bodily fluids too." He took a sip of his wine and sat next to Meg, their legs touching. Meg's heart skipped a beat as Blake's bare thigh rubbed against hers. She glanced down at his hairy, muscular legs and took a big gulp of her wine. "Why Blake, if I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to get me drunk."
He laughed merrily. "Maybe I am." It was time to make his move. He took her glass from her and set it down on the sturdy oak coffee table in front of them. He placed his hand on her warm thigh and bent to kiss her lightly on her shiny lips. He wondered if Justin was outside the picture window as they had agreed.
Meg responded passionately to the kiss. She opened her mouth, and allowed Blake's warm tongue inside. She sucked on it fiercely, and leaned toward him, pressing against his side.
"I want to make you feel good Meg."
She moaned in response.
"Let's go to the bedroom."
Blake got up from the couch, and pulled the slightly tipsy Meg up to join him. They kissed again, briefly. Blake squeezed her ass cheeks through the dress, then they separated. "You go on ahead Meg. I'll be right there."
She flashed a sultry smile, and then walked unsteadily down the hallway toward Blake's bedroom. He watched her undulating ass until she entered the room at the end of the hall. He then turned toward the large picture window and gave a thumbs-up, assuming Justin was out there, crouching in the darkness. He smiled to himself. Still, he was nervous, uncertain whether his plans would come to fruition.
He strode down the hall after Meg, pulling his shirt out of his shorts as he did so. He entered the bedroom, to find Meg sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at him expectantly with twinkling eyes. He took a moment to take her in. The flowery light blue dress was riding high up her thighs, showing off her tanned legs. They were spread slightly, and Blake caught just a hint of white panties beneath her skirt. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he stood in front of her, and watched her eyes as she drank in the view.
To Meg, Blake was an Adonis as he stood there smiling down at her. He pulled off his shirt, exposing his firm pecs and rippling abdominal muscles. He tossed the shirt carelessly on the floor, then unbuttoned his shorts. He pushed them slowly down his legs, and Meg watched as his bushy pubic hair came into view. Her eyes widened when she realized he wasn't wearing underwear, and before she knew it, his semi-hard penis sprang free, directly in front of her. She caught a quick whiff of his musky scent, and watched him grow before her very eyes.
Blake stepped out of his shorts and edged forward. Meg knew what she wanted him to do, and she was more than willing, if a little intimidated. She took him in her fingers, feeling his penis pulsate and grow. She licked her lips and looked up at him. "I'm not very good at this," she said with a trembling voice.
"Hush. I'm sure you're much better than you think."
Meg stretched out her pink, wet tongue and touched it very delicately to the rubbery tip of Blake's penis. It jerked violently out of her fingers at the sensation, and she smiled. She took a firmer grasp of the shaft, then flicked her tongue against it again. Blake moaned softly. Encouraged by his response, she swirled her tongue around the mushroom head of the now steel-hard penis, reveling in the taste. When it was slick and shiny with her spit, she opened her mouth and took the head inside, holding it there, feeling the size and texture against her tongue.
Blake bucked forward gently, encouraging her, and she slowly began to piston her head back and forth, sucking him lightly as she did so. He grabbed her hair in his hands, holding her tight, and began to slowly, carefully fuck her mouth. Meg could feel him jerk inside of her mouth, and he moaned softly in unison with every stroke.
"Oh Meg," he groaned. "You're good at this...VERY good."
Meg wrapped her long fingers around his shaft and stroked him as she sucked the penis. She was beginning to wonder if she was going to let him come inside her mouth. She had never done it for her ex-husband, but for Blake she was more than willing. She felt she would do *anything* for him.
But just at that moment Blake pulled away, and drew her firmly to her feet. He grasped Meg's arms and pulled her roughly toward him. Their mouths locked, as their tongues pushed roughly against each other. He slid his hands down her back, to the hem of her skirt. He lifted it up, over her ass, slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties, and squeezed her ass cheeks in his strong hands. She moaned loudly and ground her crotch against him.
Blake briefly trailed the tip of his index finger up the crack of her ass as he kissed the nape of her neck. He couldn't believe how hot this slut was. He wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless. But it was time to execute his plan, and he would have to be careful to do it just right.
He began to unzip the back of the dress. "I want to make you feel good Meg...to make you scream." He felt a shiver run through her body as he said that.
"Yes..." she sighed.
"I want you to lie back and let me make love to you." He pulled the sundress off her shoulders, and stroked her back lightly. He could feel her warm breath against his neck as he nibbled her ear lobe.
"Mmm...yes...do it!"
He pushed the dress down, over her hips, and it fell to the floor in a crumpled heap around her ankles. He ground his bare erection against her panties, and felt her push against him in response. He groaned with pleasure - it was going to be hard to wait. He began working on the clasp of her bra, and after a minute or two of tugging, and a girlish giggle from Meg, the garment fell free. Her soft tits were exposed, and she pressed them against his muscular chest. Blake could feel the hard, rubbery nipples pushing into his skin.
He broke away from her, and quickly yanked the bedspread off and onto the floor. He patted the cotton sheet invitingly. "Lay down Meg." With a sly grin, she immediately complied. Blake watched as she clambered onto the bed, nude except for the white panties, and lie down on her back. He drank in her fantastic body, noting the contrast between her golden-tanned skin and the ivory sheets.
He winked at her. "Just a 'sec." He walked to the closet and pulled four pre-arranged neckties off the hanger, along with a dark cloth blindfold he had fashioned that afternoon out of an old black tee shirt. Meg watched as he brought them back to the bed, her eyes narrowed into a puzzled frown.
"Um...what are those for?"
"You'll see," he said with a smile.
He put the blindfold on the nightstand and climbed on the bed, kneeling next to Meg's prone form. He tenderly took her left arm and quickly tied a loop around her wrist, then gently raised her arm behind her and over her head. Her eyes widened with understanding.
"Blake...Blake, what are you doing?" Her voice was louder, trembling with a hint of fear.
Before she knew it, Blake had firmly secured the other end of the tie to the headboard. He bent his face down, and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. "Shhh...it's okay."
He grabbed for her other arm, but she resisted. "I don't know if I like this Blake." The tremor in her voice was stronger.
"Meg, it's alright...I don't know if you've done this before, but it's fun...exciting. Just lie back and enjoy it." He smiled down at her, his friendly blue eyes soft and twinkling. It was a look that Meg had seen many times in their short relationship, a look that made her melt. 'Why was he doing this?' she asked herself. But with her trust in him, her lust, the alcohol flowing through her bloodstream...all her inhibitions were removed. Her arm went limp and she allowed Blake to tie it to the bedpost.
She watched his nude, muscular form, erect penis bobbing in front of him, with curiosity and a touch of fear, as he crawled between her spread legs and quickly removed the white panties, exposing her glorious cunt to his leering gaze once again. She could smell her strong, womanly musk filling her nostrils, and she thought that her excitement must be obvious to him. Blake tossed her panties aside, and grabbed her right foot gently. He still had two ties draped around his neck.
"My legs too? I...I think that's maybe going too far."
He smiled in response. "Nonsense." He worked quickly. Within a minute, her ankles were firmly bound to the footboard of the bed. Meg's nude body was outstretched into an "X" shape, legs spread wide. She looked up at him, a dark flash of concern clouding her big brown eyes. He crawled up to her, and kissed her softly on the lips. Meg couldn't resist him. She responded by opening her mouth, and darting her tongue out to meet his.
"Okay, one more thing," he announced. He reached toward the nightstand and grabbed the blindfold. "Much more exciting when you don't know what's coming next."
Meg couldn't help but smile. "You're nasty," she crooned.
"Yup." He wrapped the blindfold around her head, being careful not to cover her nose. "Can you breath okay?" Meg nodded, and Blake tied the black fabric behind her head. "There. Finished," he announced.
To Meg in her suddenly dark world, she could understand what Blake was talking about. It was *already* exciting, and he hadn't even touched her yet. To be helpless and exposed like this was tormenting. Her groin was on fire, eager for his touch, but she couldn't even squeeze her thighs together to provide relief. She hoped and begged that Blake would touch her there, to bring her to orgasm quickly. She wiggled her butt, but it was futile.
Blake watched as she tested the bonds. Her lolling tits jiggled with the motion. He didn't doubt his knot-tying ability, but it was good to see that she was definitely restrained. He exhaled softly, and wiped the sweat from his brow. The hard part was over. He couldn't believe it...this was actually going to work. It was time to get Justin.
"Meg, I'll be right back...I've got to get some water."
Meg nodded. Water. She wished he hadn't mentioned that. There was another reason she hoped Blake wouldn't draw this on too long. She had to pee. She should have mentioned something to him, but it was too late now. Hopefully it wouldn't get much worse, but she had a sinking feeling that the two beers she had before the three glasses of wine were going to do her in. How did she get herself in these situations? Just like that day on the lake with Justin - then it was too much iced tea, now it was beer. Well, for one thing, she couldn't have predicted that she'd end up tied to a bed. She smiled despite her discomfort.
"Why are you smiling?" Blake asked quizzically.
Normally, she'd be too embarrassed to tell him, but her inhibitions were long gone. "Oh...I have to pee." She giggled. "When we're done, I'm going to have to run to the bathroom."
Blake's cock jerked. "Hmmm," he said innocently. "I don't know...might be here awhile. You might have to go right there on the bed."
Meg's cheeks turned red. "That's not funny Blake. I'm serious."
"Me too," he snickered. "Be right back."
Meg grimaced. He MUST be joking.
Heart thumping in his chest, Blake skipped through the dimly lit house toward the front door. He quietly opened it a crack and whispered into the night. "Justin?"
He heard a faint whisper back. "I'm here." Blake stepped out onto the porch, nude but with no prying neighbors able to see him, and closed the door softly behind him. Justin emerged from the bushes, barely visible to Blake in the darkness.
"Okay buddy," he whispered. "It's all set...are you sure you still want to do it?"
"Uh-huh."
"Okay. Remember what I told you. Stay absolutely silent, and follow my directions. Be careful about touching her...she'll be able to tell the difference."
"Okay."
Blake patted him on the shoulder encouragingly. "Okay, let's go in. Take off your clothes in the living room and follow me."
A few minutes later, Blake strode down the hallway toward the bedroom, with Justin tiptoeing behind him. Blake's throat was constricted and he was breathless from nervousness. He had no doubt this would work, but still...he was worried about Justin doing something stupid, like talking. Oh well, they were committed now. The boy was smart, and Blake would have to trust him.
Meg was where he had left her. 'Of course,' Blake said silently to himself, and he smiled. "Okay, I'm back," he said aloud. "Sorry it took a little longer than I thought - got sidetracked."
"No problem," she smiled. "I'm not going anywhere."
Blake turned to look at Justin, and nearly laughed out loud. The boy's eyes were as wide as saucers, and his mouth gaped open at the sight of his mother sprawled out and tightly bound to the bed. His cock began to rise in front of him before Blake's very eyes. He poked the boy on the arm to get his attention, then pressed his finger to his lips, admonishing once again to stay silent.
The boy sidled up to the foot of the bed, staring between his mother's splayed legs. He unconsciously brought his trembling fingers to his stiff prick, and fondled it while Blake clambered onto the bed and lay down next to Meg. Her breathing was heavy and erratic with anticipation of what was coming. 'If only she knew,' Blake thought.
He propped himself up on his left elbow and gently squeezed her right nipple with his other hand. She yelped, drawing away, but then quickly arched her back, pushing her breast toward his hand. Blake grinned, lowered his face to her quivering breast, and flicked his tongue against the rubbery nipple.
"Oooh," Meg moaned. She arched her back again. "Suck it," she breathed.
But instead, Blake reached to the left nipple and squeezed it gently. Meg twisted her body, trying to find the source of the stimulation. Blake sucked hard on the other nipple, grinning as Meg twisted in the other direction.
"Oh Lord," Meg groaned. "You're going to torture me."
Blake grinned. "*Delicious* torture." He spent several minutes stimulating Meg's jiggling tits, licking one while rubbing the other, bringing her to a fever pitch. He surprised her, coming at her from different directions and with a different source of stimulus. Meg twisted her body to and fro at his touch, voicing her pleasure with loud moans and sighs. A thin sheen of perspiration formed on her brow.
Blake began to trace his tongue lightly over her firm stomach, leaving a shiny trail of spit as he did so. He swirled his tongue in wide circular patterns over the salty skin. At the same time, he ran a fingernail teasingly up and down the soft skin of her inner thighs. Gradually, he worked lower, and he slid his lips over the upper fringe of her pubic hair. Her musky scent was powerful in his nostrils. Meg moaned loudly, and twisted her hips upward off the bed as she tried to follow his elusive tongue.
Out of the corner of his eye, Blake glanced over at Justin. The boy's face was flushed, and he was looking on intently. His cock was rigid, pointing upward toward the ceiling as his slim fingers squeezed and caressed the shaft. 'This is so fucking erotic!' Blake thought to himself. He wanted nothing more than to throw himself on top of Meg and fuck her senseless while the boy watched. But it was just the beginning, and he knew that drawing it out would lead to greater rewards later. He returned his attention to Meg, kissing and nuzzling her wiry pubic hair.
Meg groaned and writhed in her bonds. She could feel Blake's mouth so close, so tantalizingly close. Her entire body felt as if it was on a hair trigger, over-stimulated to a level that she had never experienced before. She desperately needed Blake to lick her vagina, to bring her to orgasm. But his movements were too slow and deliberate.
Through it all, the pressure in her bladder was steadily increasing to the bursting point. Her mind was alternately consumed by the powerful sexual tingling in her clitoris and the desperate urge to pee. She didn't know how long she could hold out. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together, to relieve the pressure and provide some much-needed stimulation, but it was futile, and she knew it. Floating in a rapturous haze, she could hear her moans, only vaguely aware that it was her own frustrated passion she was listening to.
Blake's warm tongue was sliding slowly along the crease of her inner thigh, while his firm hand softly caressed her other leg. "Oh God Blake," she groaned. "Please..." She grit her teeth and swiveled her hips. If she could only bring her clitoris into contact with his tongue...
"What Meg?"
"Please lick me!"
"Like this?" And he trailed his tongue down her leg toward her knee.
"Nooo," she moaned. "The other way...my...my clit. Oh please..."
But her begging fell on deaf ears. Blake's wet tongue ran along the hollow on the inside of her knee. He winked at Justin as he worked his way down Meg's trembling leg. The boy smiled nervously, still fingering his blood-engorged cock, and Blake smiled reassuringly.
Meg's head lolled from side to side. She was breathing hard as Blake took her to incredible heights of glorious agony. She could feel the beads of perspiration running down her forehead and soaking the blindfold. Her vagina was on fire, and she could feel her clitoris throbbing, desperate to be touched by Blake's glorious tongue. And through it all, the need to urinate grew more and more intense. She was growing increasingly alarmed that she would pee on the sheets, and the thought mortified her. She had to make Blake understand. Maybe he would release her and allow her to go to the bathroom.
"Blake...I...I need to pee."
His cock jerked at her words. He glanced knowingly at Justin and crawled on hands and knees and lay on his side next to her, rubbing his prick against her hip.
"Please Blake," she whimpered. Her hair was soaked with sweat and matted against her forehead.
Blake put his lips to her ear. "Do it, Meg. Let yourself go." He squeezed her tits, rubbing his palm against the firm nipples.
"Nooo," she moaned. "I can't. Not like this."
He gently bit her ear lobe. "Go ahead Meg. You can do it," he murmured.
Meg whimpered with frustration. Why was he doing this to her? She couldn't pee on the bed like this! But the thought of relieving the pressure in her full bladder was overwhelming. She couldn't hold it much longer - if she didn't pee, she felt she would burst.
She groaned loudly, only dimly aware of the touch of Blake's lips nuzzling her neck, of his fingers tracing lazy circles on her stomach. She bit her lips, trying to hold in her urine, but she couldn't! With a loud grunt, she flexed her legs rigidly and tensed her stomach muscles, and she suddenly felt a spurt of warm liquid trickling down her vaginal lips. Meg gasped and strained again, and with a sense of unending relief, a hard steady stream of golden pee shot from her.
"Oh, God, I'm peeing..." she whispered hoarsely. Blake's head jerked up, and he watched in fascination as a long stream of golden piss arched between Meg's spread legs. His cock throbbed and jerked against Meg's trembling thigh at the sight, and Justin, too, was watching in rapt fascination as his mother peed, no more than three feet away from him. He stared wide-eyed as the amber stream gushed against her thigh, then her knee, until it splashed in a pool between her calves. The sheets darkened in a fan-shaped pattern, spreading rapidly.
Tears of relief welled in Meg's eyes beneath the blindfold, and she cried out as her bladder emptied. She felt so...dirty...but she was far beyond embarrassment. All she cared about was easing the aching pressure.
Blake watched as the golden stream began to subside to a trickle, and then stopped entirely. Meg sighed loudly with relief.
"Feel better?"
"Oh God yes...but...I should go and clean up now."
"Oh no you don't. We're just getting started."
"But I peed all over myself Blake!" she protested.
"Doesn't matter to me."
Before she could reply, he got up off the bed and walked over to Justin, still standing rigidly and watching the incredible scene unfold before him. He draped his arm around the boy's thin shoulders and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "Okay Justin," he breathed. "It's almost time." Justin nodded slowly.
Blake climbed back on the bed between Meg's spread legs. The sheets were soaking wet from her piss, and the eroticism of the sensation made his cock quiver. He needed relief desperately, wanted nothing more than to plunge his erection into her sopping cunt, but with a supreme effort he resisted the urge. He leaned down, and licked her inner thigh, still wet from her piss.
"Mmm...yes!" she hissed, and she jerked her hips sharply upward.
"Do you want me to lick you Meg?"
"Oh, please Blake...I need it," she murmured.
He scooted himself higher, and inspected her beautiful pussy. It was deeply pink and shiny, soaking wet with a mixture of cunt juice and urine. The smell was pungent, and he breathed deeply. Her clit was thick and erect, protruding between her puffy cunt lips. It was begging to be licked. He touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, and pressed hard against it.
"OH GOD YES!" she screamed, and her hips jerked violently, pressing her sopping pussy against his face. "LICK ME!" He trailed his tongue down her pussy lips, and wedged it against her pussy hole as she humped against him. He could taste the musky, spicy juices flowing there, and he swirled his tongue against the wet opening while she moaned.
Then, to Meg's consternation, he pulled away. "OH GOD, don't stop Blake," she begged. Her head rolled from side to side in frustration.
Blake got back up on hands and knees, and looked over his shoulder at Justin. The boy was staring at him intently. Blake nodded, and the boy very slowly and carefully climbed on the bed behind him. He lay flat on him stomach in his Mother's wet spot, and inched his way very slowly and tentatively forward, beneath Blake.
Blake smiled to himself. The boy was performing even better than he had hoped. Still, he glanced up nervously at Meg. Her head was rolling from side to side in frustration, lost in a fog of aching desire, and completely unaware of what was happening between her spread legs.
Justin slowly worked into position beneath Blake, until his wide-eyed face was inches from his mother's pussy. Blake envied him, about to experience his first taste of a woman's pussy. Blake tapped him on the shoulder, and the two exchanged quick knowing glances. The older man nodded, and Justin extended his pink tongue, touching it to his mother's hot clit.
"UHH...Yesss," she sighed.
Encouraged by the reaction, Justin licked back and forth against the pulsating clit, just as Blake had instructed, just as he had seen in the videos.
"OH GOD! OH GOD! YES! YES! YES!" screamed Meg, and she swiveled her crotch against the probing tongue. The sensation was indescribable. After the torture that Blake had subjected her to, the relief of finally being touched where she so urgently needed it was beyond belief. "LICK ME BLAKE!" she cried. She cried out as a wave of ecstasy coursed through her body, and she jerked her hips upward to meet the probing tongue. "Oh god...oh god..." The sensation was indescribable. She had been an infrequent recipient of oral sex in her life - her ex-husband didn't like it - but this made up for all those barren years. The tongue swirled around her clitoris, and she cried out with ecstasy. Her head flopped from side to side as she moaned her pleasure.
Blake's watched with lust and admiration as Justin brought his mother to ever-intensifying waves of ecstasy. The boy's crew-cut head obscured his view, but judging from Meg's reaction, his mouth was pleasuring her skillfully. Blake's prick was rock-hard and at a state of hair-trigger horniness. He lowered his hips and rubbed his erection against Justin's tight ass-cheeks. The boy responded by pushing back against him, which nearly caused Blake to shoot his load right then and there. He was nearly overcome by the desire to seek out the boy's tight little asshole and fuck him while he licked his mother, but that was out of the question. For one thing, his cock was too big for the lad's virgin asshole. For another thing, Justin would probably yell out, thereby revealing himself to his mom.
So Blake contented himself with rubbing his cock against the boy's ass cheeks, which provided at least a little stimulation, and watching Meg's lust-crazed and blindfolded face as her son pleasured her. Her mouth was agape, and she was breathing heavily between her moans. Her face was flushed and shiny with perspiration, and she tossed her head from side to side, reveling in the sensation. Almost as an afterthought, he checked the blindfold to make sure it looked secure...and his heart stopped!
This was bad. The motion of her head against her outstretched arms was...FUCK!...loosening the blindfold! It was beginning to ride up her forehead. His mind raced. He had to get the blindfold refastened, and he began to extend his arm up toward her face to tug it back into place. But he had to move carefully. After all, he was supposed to be preoccupied with licking her pussy. One wrong move, one brush against her, and she might learn what was happening. He slowly extended his arm.
As her vagina throbbed and pulsated at the delicious oral servicing she was receiving, Meg could both feel, and see, the blindfold beginning to loosen. A harsh light was beginning to appear beneath the lower edge. She was relieved, and beginning to feel a bit ridiculous about being blindfolded anyway. She wanted to tear off the covering so she could watch as Blake pleasured her with his tongue. She tugged once again at the bonds constraining her wrists, but she already knew that was futile. So she turned her head toward her upper arm, still stretched upward and behind her. She rubbed her forehead against her arm to help loosen it...there! The bottom edged up about an inch, and her right eye was free.
She giggled. "Hah! I can see you now!" Immediately, the delightful tongue paused as it trailed along her swollen pussy lips. "Oh...," she cooed. "Don't stop." She bucked her hips, and thankfully, he began licking again, flicking against her aching clitoris on each upstroke.
"Oh yes..." she hissed through clenched teeth. "Lick me there!"
The room was dimly lit, but she still had to blink as she came out of her world of darkness. She fluttered her eyelids rapidly, and turned to look down at Blake, to watch him lick her. But something was...wrong...Blake's wide-eyed face was above her...wasn't he licking her?
"What...what's happening?" she asked, confusion in her voice. She angled her head down, and she saw...a familiar crew-cut head buried in her pussy. "Who...," she began, and then she knew.
"Oh my God...NO!" But the intensity of the licking increased before she could fully voice her confusion. The delightful tongue...Justin's tongue...lapped at her pulsating clitoris. Despite her shock, Meg's body betrayed her, and her hips bucked into her son's face. Blake's eyes were looking intently into hers.
"Enjoy it Meg...let yourself go," he whispered softly. He pulled the blindfold up and off her head.
"No Blake no..." she protested. "It's wrong...don't do this."
"Hush." Blake angled his head and planted his lips on hers, quieting her protests. She could feel his tongue pushing insistently into her mouth. Meg closed her eyes tightly, blinking away the tears, and turned her face away from him. But he was insistent, his tongue probing at her mouth while her son suckled her womanhood. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she was powerless to resist. Her senses were consumed by a raw lust, and finally, she opened her mouth to him, their tongue intertwining.
They broke the long kiss, leaving Meg breathless and panting, eyes glazed with passion. He lowered his face to her sensitive breasts, and suckled at her distended nipple. She arched her back, pushing her breast into his mouth.
"Ohhh yess," she moaned.
Blake knew he had her. He watched Justin, face still buried in his mother's pussy. The boy's eyes were closed as he lapped at her pussy, licking it like an ice cream cone. Meg's hips were humping up and down, riding her son's face.
"That's it Justin," he whispered encouragingly. "Lick her clit."
The boy nodded, and focused his tongue on his mother's clit. Meg immediately responded to the sensation.
"OH GOD!" she gasped. Her legs and arms strained in their bonds, and her face was frozen into a mask of lust, eyebrows arched, lips parted.
"Yes...yes...yes...yes...," she intoned, as her head lolled from side to side.
Meg writhed on the sweat-soaked sheets, breathing heavily as her body responded to her son's tongue. She could only vaguely comprehend what was happening. Her body was betraying her, but she didn't care. It didn't matter that it was her own son that was the source of the wonderful sensations. Like a slut in heat, she knew only that she needed release, however she could get it.
She was aware of Blake whispering to Justin, giving him instructions. She felt movement on the bed, and a new sensation - a pressure being applied to her vaginal opening. She opened her eyes, and saw Justin kneeling between her splayed legs. Blake was next to him...and was...was holding her son's erect penis, guiding it toward the vee between her legs.
Meg pulled violently against her bonds. "No...," she protested weakly. "Please...Justin...nooo..." But Blake was massaging her wet vagina with Justin's penis, rubbing it against her, titillating her. Despite her best judgment, she responded to the sensation, pushing against Justin's erection, until Blake finally wedged it against her opening. She caught her son's eye - he was staring intently at her, his young wide eyes glazed with lust.
Blake gave a quiet instruction to him. "Okay, Justin, push it in."
Meg groaned. "Oh God...no...," but it was futile. She knew her boy was about to take her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She lay there, powerless, on the sweat soaked sheets, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She could only vaguely comprehend what was happening. Her body was betraying her...she was being a slut at the hands of her son. She felt Justin's erection slowly entering her, guided by the sure hands of Blake. Justin closed his eyes, his mouth gaped open, reveling in the joy of losing his virginity to his mother.
"Now push hard Justin!" Blake hissed.
The boy bit his lower lip, concentrating on the glorious feeling of his mother's tight, clinging pussy wrapped around his virgin prick. He leaned over his mother, supporting his weight on his thin arms, flexed his tight little butt cheeks, and pushed into her.
"Oh..." Meg gasped. "Oh yes..."
Her son's hard penis was inside her...he began to thrust back and forth, fucking her, moaning in rhythm to his strokes.
"Oh Justin..." Meg groaned.
She tossed her head back as her boy took her. She squeezed her pelvic muscles, drawing him in as he humped her, reveling in the feel of his penis sliding into her womanhood. She was vaguely aware of Blake's hands deftly untying her ankles, freeing her legs. She could pull away if she wanted to, escape this madness, but she didn't. She wanted it, NEEDED it to continue. She wrapped her legs around her son's clenching buttocks, pulling him in to her as he gasped in pleasure. She whispered to him, encouraging him. "Yes Justin...yes..."
Blake was untying her wrists. She could push her son away, end this right now. But she wrapped her arms around her son and pulled him toward her, holding him tightly against her sweaty breasts as he fucked her. Mother and son writhed together, unashamedly using each other to build toward their orgasms.
Blake sat back on the bed stroking his cock, eyes wide with the wonder over what he was seeing. Meg and her son ground their bodies against each other, lost in the searing heat of their passion. Meg's hands were lightly clawing Justin's back, her long legs wrapped tightly around his flexing ass cheeks. Justin was moaning, his face buried in his mother's soft tits, his thrusting cock making a liquid slapping sound as he burrowed into his mother's soaking cunt.
He wanted to see them come together, but he knew Justin wouldn't be able to last long. He debated snaking his hand beneath Justin to stimulate Meg's clit, but just then, Meg gasped loudly and slid her hands to her boy's ass, pulling him tightly into her. She humped her pelvis against him, seeking the stimulation she needed to come, encouraging him to fuck her.
"OH GOD YES JUSTIN!" she cried. "YES...YES...YES...FUCK ME! OH GOD!" Meg's entire body went momentarily rigid, then began bucking furiously. "OH FUCK!" she cried out with lust. "GOD YES! YES! YES!" And she was coming, writhing with passion as her body was wracked by a powerful orgasm. With a loud gasp, Justin was coming as well, and he pistoned rapidly in and out of her slimy cunt while his Mother humped against him. Their groins slapped together loudly, the sound mingling with their cries of passion.
Gradually, the pace of their thrusting decreased to a slow grind, and their breathing slowly subsided. Meg stroked and caressed Justin's sweaty back as he collapsed on to her, kissing her soft breast. She closed her eyes tightly, blinking away the tears. Her emotions were raw and confused as she tried to come to grips with what had happened. The primeval lust slowly washed away, leaving her with a warm glow and a deep undying love for her son, for what they had just experienced together.
They lay there together, bodies intertwined, until she felt Justin soften inside her. He pulled out of her slowly, and she coaxed him higher up her body, his semi hard penis nestling against her stomach. She looked deeply into his bright eyes, and pulled his face down to hers. Their lips met, and Meg extended her pink tongue, pressing it into his mouth.
Blake lay there and watched, consumed by lust, yet nervous and uncertain about what to do next. This had gone better than his wildest dreams, but what would Meg's reaction be now? At worst, she'd go into a hysterical fit of rage, but that certainly didn't seem to be the case. Mother and son were oblivious to his presence, luxuriating in the glow of their orgasms. They were kissing each other, stroking each other's bodies like young lovers.
He decided to go for it. He scrambled between Meg's still spread legs, and lay between them on the cool sheets, still damp from her urine. It was a sight he would never forget. Meg's legs were splayed, and Justin was partly laying, partly on hands and knees over his mother while they kissed and caressed each other. His semi-erect cock was shiny with his mother's pussy juice, and as he watched, a pearly drop of his sperm oozed out of the tip and dripped into his mother's dark, matted cunt hair. Her smooth tanned thighs bracketed her dark pink, soaking wet pussy. The cunt lips were swollen and gaping open, and a thick streamer of Justin's cum was oozing out, slowly dripping into her puckered asshole.
It was irresistible to Blake. He eased forward, extended his tongue, and lapped at her delicious cunt-hole, scooping up a glob of Justin's musky sperm. Meg jerked at the touch, then opened her legs farther, inviting Blake to continue. He licked and sucked at her pussy hole, coaxing out as much of the boy's sperm as he could. Gradually Meg responded to the sensation, and Blake could hear soft moans as her lust gradually built again.
Justin clambered off of his mother and collapsed next to her on the bed, a satisfied smile playing over his boyish face. Blake continued servicing Meg's pussy with his mouth, and she began to gently thrust against him. He probed at her cunt opening, then worked lower, gently laving her sensitive asshole, licking up the sperm that had seeped there.
"Mmm," Meg groaned at this exploration of her most private part. This was an entirely new sensation to her. Encouraged, Blake cupped her ass cheeks in his hands and lifted her to him, insistently poking his tongue against her anal opening.
"Ooh yeah..." Meg sighed.
Blake got an idea. "Turn over Meg," he directed.
After a momentary hesitation, Meg complied, and her round ass cheeks were pointing toward the ceiling. Blake licked along the crack of her ass, and she spread her legs wide in invitation to his searching tongue. She felt his thick middle finger probing against her vaginal opening, pushing slowly in. She moaned loudly and bucked her hips in response, as Blake's tongue circled around her puckered asshole. Gradually, the finger worked its way in, and Blake began to finger-fuck her, thrusting slowly in and out of her hot opening. She whimpered with passion, imploring him to continue. "OH YES! Mmm, that feels so good."
Then she felt a new sensation, higher. Blake had wedged another finger against her anus, and was slowly applying pressure. Meg protested weakly. "No Blake...not...not there...Oh God..."
Blake smiled to himself as he pushed his middle finger against her tight asshole. She was going to love this...she just didn't know it yet. He couldn't believe how hot this slut was. His middle finger was jammed up her tight slippery pussy, coated with her hot juice. He interrupted licking her to drizzle some saliva onto her tight asshole and index finger, then began to push it slowly into her hot ass, until it was buried to the second knuckle.
"Uhhh...yess," Meg hissed.
He began to rapidly finger fuck her, one finger up her clinging pussy, the other buried in her tight asshole. Meg began to buck her pussy and ass savagely.
"OH GOD! Yesss," she groaned.
But Blake could take it no longer. He had to fuck her! Meg protested as he extracted his wet fingers from her holes, but he climbed on top of her and directed his throbbing cock against her pussy. He pushed against her, as inch by inch his prick disappeared into her.
"OH YES! GOD!" Meg moaned. "DO ME BLAKE!"
But he had other plans. He pulled his cock, now covered with her pussy juice and Justin's cum, back out of her warm pussy and wedged the cockhead against her asshole. Meg jerked her hips away when she realized what he was doing.
"Don't Blake...don't...it's too big."
But he was insistent. "I'll go slow Meg. Relax." He pushed forward gently, and the first inch of his cock was buried in Meg's vice-like rectum. Meg gasped sharply and tried to pull away, but she was pinned to the bed beneath her. It hurt, but it was a delicious, erotic pain. The thought of what he was doing to her made her pussy tingle. "Please be gentle Blake," she whispered hoarsely.
"I will." Meg felt him reach underneath her, and he began to fondle her pussy, stimulating her, as he ever so carefully pushed his penis into her ass, slowly, almost imperceptibly. His fingers frigged her, working their magic on her clitoris, exciting her, until she was aching with desire. She pushed her ass against him, encouraging him to continue his anal probing. She could feel his penis push deeper, painfully, but the pain was lessening.
She buried her face in the sheet and moaned with passion, lusting over the feel of Blake taking her like this, and through it all, she knew her son was watching them, watching as Blake prepared to fuck her just as he had done.
The gloriously hard and throbbing penis burrowed deeper, impaling her, and Blake rubbed her erect clitoris beneath her. "Oh God...Oh Blake...yes," she hissed. She clutched at the sheets and arched her back, pushing back against him. "Fuck my ass..." she groaned.
Suddenly, the final inches of his manhood thrust into her rectum in one smooth motion. "OH GOD!" she cried through clenched teeth. "YES! YES! Fuck me!" And his penis was thrusting in and out, the pain subsiding, as Blake worked her clitoris and asshole to a fever pitch. She pushed back against him, wanting him...NEEDING him to fuck her ass.
There was no way Blake could hold off on his orgasm, his first of this remarkably erotic night. Meg's asshole was like a vice around his throbbing cock, and she pushed against him like a wanton slut. But he wanted Meg to come one more time. He grit his teeth, trying to delay his climax, and focused his efforts on Meg's soaking-wet clit. He rubbed it furiously, stimulating her, willing her to come with him. All the while, he was dimly aware of Justin lying on the bed next to them, watching them intently, and once again sporting an erection as Blake's cock stretched his Mother's asshole.
Meg cried out with pleasure. Blake's expert fingers were bringing her to another orgasm. She felt her clit tingling with pleasure, the sensation spreading to her pussy, her asshole. She bucked her hips feverishly, matching Blake's strokes. Her orgasm was approaching...he was hitting just the right spot. "YES! YES! YES! Right there Blake...YES! OH GOD! FUCK ME BLAKE! OHHHH!" A powerful orgasm washed over Meg as Blake slammed his cock deeply into her, and they were coming together, writhing against one another, as they cried out in ecstasy.
Meg screamed with pleasure, her orgasm coursing through her entire body. Blake was pistoning rapidly in and out of her ass, shooting his warm sperm deep into her rectum. "GODDDD! FUCK ME!!!" she cried. She buried her face in the sheets, groaning loudly as her body pulsated and trembled.
Finally, Blake collapsed on top of her sweaty body, gasping for air. He lay there for a moment, then rolled to her side, gently taking her with him, his cock still hard and twitching inside her warm asshole. They lay glued together on their sides, luxuriating in the warmth of their climax.
Meg sighed contentedly as she slowly came back to earth. Blake had his arm around her, idly caressing her breasts, nuzzling her earlobe. She could feel his penis inside of her rectum, beginning to soften, and his sperm was leaking out of her asshole, tickling her as it ran down her thigh. She felt so slutty, yet so alive!
She opened her eyes, and was greeted with the view of her hot and horny young son, lying next to her, his eyes glazed with erotic passion, watching her and Blake in the aftermath of their orgasms. Meg smiled at him lovingly, and he shyly smiled back.
She reached out her arms, beckoning him, and he came to her. Mother and son hugged - she pulled him to her in a tight embrace, her hands wandering over his back, caressing his buttocks. He snuggled against her, and she felt his erection poking against her stomach.
And as Meg lay between her two lovers, she knew that she would never need to read her romance novels again.

pen and said "I told you silly if you want these panties, you have to take them off me yourself daddy". She pulled him down to her and gave him a hot slutty kiss. Then breaking the kiss she moved her lips up the side of his face until her lips were just awayfrom his ear and she whispered "Come on daddy, take your little girls panties off". He moved to the foot of the bed facing her, Kelly bent her knees and opened her legs. He moved between the little girls legs, and with his thumb and pointer finger he pinched both sides of her panites on her hips. She was lookin at him still licking her lips. When he started to pull the panties down the little girl gave a naughty smile and lifted her hips and ass off the bed. He stopped half way down on her hips and waiting, Kelly said "Please daddy, don't tease me." That's when he knew the little girl was ready.

He started tugging the little girls panties down her hips again, she smiled. Her daddy whispered "Has a guy touched your pussy before?" Kellys response wasnt't more than a breathless whisper, she said "No daddy, I want you to be the first guy to touch my tight wett pussy. Please daddy feel how wett it is." WHile they talked, Kelly's panties were at her knees, her father stopped at looked at her. He couldn't believe his 13 year old little girl was laying naked in front of him talking about acting like a total slut. He thought to himself, if this is how she wants to act then I'll treat her like a little slut. And he tore the little girls panties off, ripping them; this scared Kelly for a second. But for some reason she liked it, it excited her. Then her dad said "Kelly are you daddys little slut?" She didn't know what to say, so she stayed quiet, her father said "Tell me your my little slut Kelly." With this  Kelly whispered "I'm your little slut daddy." He said say it again but tell me you want to be daddys little slut. He put a finger into her pussy and started fingering the little girl hard. Kelly closed her eyes and moaned loudly, not caring who would hear. While her daddy continued to finger fuck her, she said "Yes daddy, I want to be your little slut! Treat me like a little slut daddy. Play with my 13 year old pussy. Do what you want to my pussy I'll do what you say daddy. Just don't stop. Put your big dick in me daddy Please! Please do it..make me your little slut daddy, I won't tell me mommy!"

Kelly was so horny and wett she was saying this with tears in her eyes. She was begging her father to put his dick into her. Her father said "Will y u suck my dick whenever I want you to?" Kellys said "Yes as long as mommy won't catch me." Her father moved in closer between her legs, his hard dick just inches from the young girls pussy. Her dad asked "Do you want to feel my dick in you slut?" Kelly said "Yes daddy fuck me like I'm a slut." She felt her dads hard dick touch her pussy, she tensed up. She was so ready for this. Her father asked her "Will you pose for me? Let me take picture sof you so I can always remember my young little slut?" "Yes  daddy, please put it in." She felt the head of her fathers thick cock focing its way into her young pussy with no mercy. She shut her eyes and clenched her teeth together tightly to ease the pain. Once he popped her cherry, the pain subsided a little and she started to enjoy it. Her father was fucking her hard now, everytime he shoved it in she would raise her hip up to meet his thrust, enjoying the feeling of his thick member slamming into her. He was up on his knees with his dick buried in her, now he held the little girls thin ankles in the air, forcing them up extended over her chest.  He was giving her the full 8 inches with every thrust, all she could do was grip the sheets tightly. She whispered to her daddy "Harder, I'm a little young virgin daddy, make this pussy yours." Then she felt an orgasm like she never had before. Her whole body shook violently, her legs went weak. She put the pillow over hre mouth and screamed into it. Then her body went limp, her father didn't seem to notice; he kept driving into his little girl all his might until he felt it rising in him.

He pulled out, still on his knees, he moved up the bed near where Kellys head was. He grabbed her by the hair and turned Kellys face to his dick. He pulled her hair gently and whispered "Now baby, suck daddys dick and make him cum, like a good little girl." Kelly smiled and said goody and started sucking his dick like a pro. Not only sucking, but jacking him off at the same time until she heard her father say "Yes that's it, make daddy cum like a good little slut." He exploded into Kellys mouth, she tried to swallow all of it, but there was so much it began to come out of her mouth and drip down her chin. She couldn't get enough of it, when he was done cumming, the little girl kept sucking her fathers now limp dick. Until she pulled away from it and innocently looked up at her father asked in a shy little voice "Did I do it right daddy? Am I good girl?" She smiled, her dad said "Yes baby, your a good little girl" and kissed her. Then he put on his PJ bottoms and asked "REmember all the things you said you would do?" And she said "Yes daddy, I promise to keep my word. All of it." And her dad said "Wll talk tomorrow baby, good night. I love you." And he left.

When her father left her room, Kelly laid in her bed trying to believe what just happened between her father and her. It all felt so good, she couldn't wait for the following day, for the first chance she would get to be alone with her dad. Just so she could act like a little slut for him. It was all so exciting, she knew she couldn't keep it all to herself. She knew she was gonna end up telling her best friend Jessie about it. It was only fair because Jessie told her the secret about when she played strip poker with her grandpa. They told each other everything and never judged each other.

The next morning when Kelly woke up, she noticed hse had an instant message, she couldn't wait to read what her daddy had to say. When she clicked on it, it read "I heard you and dad last night. Come to my room after everybody goes to sleep tonight. We need to talk little slut, and just wear a t-shirt-no panties. I'll be waiting. Scott".......

Let me know what you thought....on all three parts.

nce I got, I rubbed one out.  And for all that jerking off I did a bang up job of keeping it private.  That is until one day after dinner........

         We had just finished dinner and had sat down to watch TV.  My father was flipping through the stations and stopped on "Wheel Of Fortune."  Well that did it for me; one look at Vanna and I had to excuse myself.  I told everyone that I had some reading to catch up on for school and went up to my room.

         Once I got up to my room I locked the door and went strait for the box under my bed.  This box contained all a horny guy at any age needs: one Victorias Secret catalog, one dirty rag, and one Sears catalog(for the ladies undergament section) just for a change of pace everyonce in a while.  But tonight it would be just me and Vanna so a grabbed my rag, took off my cloths and hopped on my bed.

       I was really getting into it when I thought I heard some one at my door.  I turned and looked but saw nothing and returned to the work at hand.  I was almost there when I suddenly heard my sisters voice: "What are you doing, Tom?"  Oh my God ! was all I could think.  The door, I thought for shure I had locked it!  I tried my best to cover myself up but i was bare assed naked on my bed with only a nasty rag in front of me.  My only saving grace was that my back was to the door.  I said the only thing that came to my head: "None of your business! Don't you know how to knock?!"  "I did knock you but-head. Are you alright?" replied my sister. 

      Was I that into it? It didn't matter at this point. "I said it's none of your business, it's guy stuff.  Now get out!"  My sister was stubern and continued to probe:  "I'm your sister, Tommy, you can show my anything."  "Not this, now would you plea..." but it was too late my sister had walked around to the side of my bed and was staring and my hand as it struggeled to hide my member.

       "Wow!" she said, "Is that what I think it is." "Yes, it's a penis now would you go.  If mom and dad saw us like this they would kill us. Go!!"

     My sister walked towards the door and just as soon as I thought this ordeal was over my sister closed the door and said: "Now the door is locked and no one will see.  Show me what you were doing."   "I'm not gonna show you. You don't want to see."  "How do you know what i want to see.  My friend Jenny told my how she jerked a boy off and that all this stuff came out.  If that's what you're doing then I want to see."

     I could see that this conversation was going no where and I was aching to pop so I said: "Alright, but you can't tell anyone about this."  she agreed and took a seat at the other end of my bed.

      I closed my eyes and went back to work, trying to forget that someone was watching, when my sister said: "Why are you doing it with your eyes closed?  Don't you wanna watch?"  "I've seen it a hundred times.  Besides I'm thinking of a pretty girl when I do it."  "Ohhh." She said, "Do you think boys think about girls like me?"  "I'm shure some do. Your very beautiful. Now stop interupting and let me finish."  "Well then why don't you look at me while you do it.  I don't mind."

     Before I could say a thing my sister was pulling her shirt over her head.  Her chest was tiny but just barely noticeable with perfect little pink nipples.  It was all a boy could take.  I blew my wad right then.  My sister giggeled and said: "Wow Tommy, if I knew that's all it took I wold have done that five minutes ago."  "Oh man that felt good." was all I could say.

     "Is there a way for girls to do that?" asked my sister.  "Yeah.  My frind Dave's older brother said he gets his girlfriend off by rubbing her clit and then fingering her."  My sister sat there for a moment thinking while i cleaned myself off.  Then, to my suprise, she stood up and took off her jeans and panties.  I just stared in amazement as my sexy little sister laid down across from me on the bed and spread her legs wide.  She was sexy indeed.  About 5'4" and maybe a 100 pounds wet.  And she was hairless below her eyes.

       She reached one hand between her legs and began to explore.  She found the little nub and the top of her slit and began to play with it.  "OOhhhh." she moand, "This has got to be the clit.  That feels ssoooo gooood."  Instinctively she started to play with her nipples with her free hand and began to buck her hips.

      My cock was now throbbing again so I went back at it as I watched my little sister begin to finger bang herself.  She was now staring at me with wanten lust as we masterbated together.  "Oh my god sis you are so hot your gonna make me come again." "Oh Tommy, watching you is making me hot all over!  Oh yeah, Oh yeah!  Ohhhh."

     I came and then she came.  I slumped over in axaustion.  My sister layed there quivering with satisfaction.  After afew minutes my sister got up and got dressed in silence.  I did the same.  My sister fixed her hair in my mirror as best she could.  she then turned around kissed me on the cheek and said: "We have to do that again soon." and then skipped out the door.

     My first naked girl was my little sister and she was awsome. It wouldn't be soon enough until I saw her that way again.........