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(With grateful thanks to Italian reader Stefano Milanese, who provided the ideas for this story) Rosemary Castle, now in her forties, is an attractive brunette who stands 5’11” in her stockinged feet. Her 36-24-36 figure is exactly as it was in her twenties, and her fabulous long legs attract admiring glances wherever she goes. She tells here in her own words, how her life became much more fun the day she decided to tell her husband she was leaving him. Chapter 1 I married Michael when we were both 21. He was a lot smaller than me at 5’3,” and was slightly built. At first, the differences between us worked very well. I was always the strong one, taking charge of everything, he with his docile nature letting me do it. I got my way by having the two children I wanted, Candy and Adam, very early in the marriage and within a year of each other. As the years went on, however, I began to lose respect for my submissive husband. He was going nowhere in his job, and at home I was the one who kept the family together with no help from him. Sex was also a problem. He is very poorly endowed, and absolutely hopeless in the bedroom. I don’t recall him giving me an orgasm in all the years we have been together. The only way I managed to stick it out was to have a succession of lovers throughout the marriage to keep me satisfied. Despite this, when the children were 17 and 16 I decided I had had enough. I sat Michael down, and told him that I was going to leave. Predictably, he began to cry and beg me not to go. He told me he loved me more than anything, and would do everything I asked of him if only I would stay. Eventually, I said that although I did not want to, I would give it a try but strictly on my terms. He agreed immediately. I decided that I would no longer try to hide my infidelities, and told him all about my previous lovers. I also made it clear to him that I was presently seeing a 22 year old, well endowed black guy. I told him that I would continue to see the man, and that he would have to accept not being allowed to have sex with me again. Michael was devastated at my revelations, but when he calmed down agreed to my conditions. Because I no longer cared, I began to flaunt my affair with my boyfriend Tony. I would let Michael know when I was going out for sex, and when I returned I would make sure my husband got a good look at my ravaged body, with love bites all over my tits and neck. Knowing how much this upset him, because he had always been very jealous, I began to take it further. I would slip into bed naked, and pull Michael’s head down to my pussy and make him lap up the cum that Tony had deposited there. He complained at first, but when he knew that refusal meant that I would leave, he did as he was told. I told Michael that on no account was he to see other women, and that I did not want him jerking off. I suspected that he was doing so, but had never seen him. However, one day I returned home early to find him sniffing at a pair of my cum-soaked panties, while stroking his little cock. I went mad at him, calling him all the perverts under the sun, and telling him that if he did not agree to having his cock locked up to prevent masturbation, I was out the door. The wimp agreed to wear a cock cage, and then I really went to town on him. I insisted he sleep naked next to me every night, and that he spend an hour before going to sleep attending to my pussy with his tongue, whether I was full of cum or not. While he did this, I would taunt him about the size of Tony’s cock, and his prowess in bed. I would tell him that my lover would fuck me at least three times a night, and give me an orgasm every time. Within a couple of weeks, the cage was doing its job, and Michael began begging me for release. He never got it of course. Later on, I decided Michael should meet Tony, the real man who was cuckolding him, so I began making my husband join the two of us for dinner. We would sit opposite him, kissing and cuddling throughout the meal, to my husband’s obvious distress. A scenario we repeated very often was to go back to our place, drag Michael to the bedroom with us, and make him watch while Tony fucked me beautifully. My husband would then be made to suck my pussy clean, while Tony stood by ridiculing him. When that was done, I would watch while Michael sucked my lover’s cock clean of his cum and my juices. Michael would then be sent, sobbing, jealous and frustrated to the spare room while Tony and I carried on fucking through the night. I was having great fun, and always looking for new ways to humiliate my husband. The next stage in my treatment of him was not my idea, however. Tony still lived at home with his mother Rachel, and 17-year-old sister Amy. He had told them all about our treatment of my husband, and they were keen to meet him. It was decided that we would have dinner at their place one Friday night, and stay over. When we arrived, Rachel and Amy greeted me warmly, and ignored Michael. Rachel was 40, a little older than me, and very attractive. She was perhaps a little overweight now, but with a very sexy, curvy figure. Amy was stunningly pretty, tall, with large breasts and a prominent ass. We sat down to dinner almost immediately. Michael, who had been very nervous about coming, told Rachel he was not hungry, and declined any food. “So,” Rachel said, as we began eating. “My Tony is having to do your job in the bedroom with your wife Michael. Why is that?” “Because he has a tiny dick,” I cut in. “And he doesn’t even know how to use that!” Amy sniggered, and Rachel laughed out loud. The meal continued, with Tony regularly turning to me to give me a kiss, or stroking my arm or y thigh. “It looks as though your wife is going to be well fucked tonight,” laughed Amy. “Will you be jerking off at the thought of it?” “Oh no,” I told her. “His little cock has been locked up for the last three months, he can’t get any relief.” “Really?” she asked. “That’s great! Do you tease him?” “All the time,” I grinned. “Good,” she replied. “Any man who can’t keep his wife satisfied deserves to be permanently frustrated.” “As you are not eating,” Rachel interrupted. “Why don’t you get under the table, and use your tongue to get your wife nice and wet for my boy?” Michael glanced at me, and I indicated for him to get down. He knelt before me, and pulled down my panties. He then began to lick me slowly as we continued our meal. By the end of it, I was so horny that I suggested Tony and I go straight upstairs. “Good idea,” said Rachel. “Your husband will keep us both entertained, I am sure.” We went upstairs, and I had a fantastic night in bed with Tony, completely forgetting about my husband. In the morning, Tony woke me gently, and gave me my fourth helping of cock. After we had finished, he told me he would go down and get Michael to come and clean me up. My husband came up a little later, looking very tired and a little ill. He got between my legs without a word, and sucked me clean of Tony’s cum before returning downstairs. I had a quick shower, and went down for breakfast. “Your husband is not eating,” remarked Rachel. “Perhaps it’s because of all the cum he has just eaten,” I suggested, smiling. Rachel and Amy grinned at each other. “Maybe,” said Amy, with a wicked smile. We said our goodbyes, and set off for home. Michael was especially quiet on the way home, and still looked a little nauseous. When we got in, I sat him down and asked what had happened with the two women the previous evening. He said he did not want to talk about it, but I insisted. “Well,” he began. “After you went upstairs to er,” “To get fucked Michael,” I emphasised. “I went upstairs to get fucked by my lover, something you will never experience again!” “Well anyway,” he went on dejectedly. “Rachel insisted we all get naked. Then Amy stood up, put her arms round me and pressed her naked body against me. She asked me if I wanted to fuck her.” “And did you?” I enquired. “Yes,” he replied. “But I knew she would not let me.” I laughed out loud. Then they both sat on the sofa, and told me to get on my knees and clean their feet with my mouth. It was awful; they had been barefoot all day walking round the house and in the garden. Their feet were filthy, and they would not let me stop until they were spotless, including in between their toes. At the end, my mouth was dry, and I had a horrible taste in it, so I asked for a drink. Amy said certainly, and had me sit on the floor. Then she stood with her pussy over my mouth, and ordered me to open wide. As I did so, she let go a powerful stream of piss into my mouth and down my throat.” “You drank her piss?” I exclaimed, warming to his story. “Yes,” he replied. “I was gagging and choking, but she did not stop until I had swallowed it all. Then Rachel took her place and pissed what seemed like a gallon into my mouth.” “I like these women!” I squealed. “What happened next?”porn story“Then I had to concentrate on their pussies with my tongue. They kept me going until they both had orgasms. My jaw was aching like hell.” “Were you really frustrated, licking those pussies?” I asked. “Of course,” he replied. “It was unbearable.” “Good, good,” I said. “Then what?” “Well then,” he explained. They knelt on the sofa and pushed out their asses. I was made to spend the next hour alternately licking out their none too clean assholes, it was disgusting. And then……….” “Then what?” I demanded impatiently. “Then they lay me on the floor, and one after the other, they shit in my mouth and made me eat it.” “You’re kidding!” I yelled. “Oh my goodness, I wish I had seen that!” “So you see why I am not feeling so good,” my husband explained. “Do you mind if I have a lie down?” “Of course not,” I said. “But before you do, why don’t you get undressed and lay in the bath?” “Why?” he asked. “Well if you can act as a toilet for women you hardly know, you can certainly eat your wife’s shit.” I told him. “Please Rosemary,” he begged. “I really do feel sick.” “Get in the bath Michael,” I ordered sternly. “I promise you are going to feel a lot sicker very soon!” I walked upstairs a few minutes later to see my wimp of a husband lying naked in the bath. I smiled expectantly, as I Peeled off my panties. “I don’t know why I never thought of this myself,” I remarked to my husband. “Shitting in your mouth is the perfect way of showing you exactly what I think of you.” I climbed into the bath, and pushed my ass to within an inch of his face. “Open up Michael,” I commanded. “I am really going to enjoy this!” I strained for a moment or two, and then felt a good-sized turd slide out of me and into my husband’s mouth. I turned to see the log half in and half out, and forced the whole thing in with my fingers. “Eat my shit, Michael,” I ordered him. “Get used to the taste of it, you are going to swallow every bit of it in future!” I watched his screwed up face as he struggled to chew and swallow the big log I had given him, taunting him all the time, and telling him to hurry as I had another big log waiting. I dropped the second log on to his chest, and made him hold it as he ate it piece by piece. When he finally got the second turd down, I had him lick my ass clean, then placed my pussy over his mouth. “Ready for your first drink of my piss?” I laughed, as I let go a stream of yellow pee into his mouth. As soon as I had finished, he leapt out of the bath, and stuck his head down the toilet bowl, vomiting violently. I left the bathroom smiling, knowing I was really going to enjoy using him this way every day. Chapter 2 So from that day on, Michael became my permanent toilet slave, swallowing all of my waste. If I needed to take a shit while he was at work, he would find it waiting for him in the toilet on his return home. On a number of occasions, after I had watched him with his head down the toilet, eating up my earlier shit, I surprised him by removing my panties and giving him a big fresh load. That seemed to spoil his evening meal somehow! I had at this point kept my activities with Michael secret from the children, although they were both well aware who was the boss in our house from the way I spoke to their father. Candy, who had always been my favourite, was approaching 18 at the time. She was growing up beautifully. Like me, she was a brunette, with long hair covering her pretty face. At 6′, she was slightly taller than me, and towered over her father. She had a superb figure, with large firm breasts, and had inherited my shapely legs. I knew she had no respect for her father, she took no notice of what he said, and listened only to me. I was pretty sure she would approve of Michael’s treatment, and would probably be delighted to join in. Adam on the other hand, was growing up just like his father. He was then just 17, small and weedy, and was becoming a whining little wimp. I was determined that when he reached 18, he would suffer the same fate as his father, only more so. On the morning of Candy’s 18th birthday, I sat her down and explained exactly what was going on between her father and myself. She was delighted that I had a lover, she was pretty sure Michael could not possibly satisfy me. She was even happier that I kept my husband in a permanent state of frustration, as she thought he should suffer. It was when I told her of the toilet activities that her mouth dropped open. “Really?” she said incredulously. “You make him drink your piss and eat your shit? Oh that is terrific! Please let me do it to him Mom, I want to shit in his wimpy mouth, just like you do!” “Of course you can,” I answered. “Starting today. I thought you would want to join me, so this is why we are having this talk. If you can hold your shit until your father gets home, we will surprise him tonight.” “You bet!” she exclaimed. Michael arrived home at about 6, and Candy was bursting. I whispered in his ear to get in the bath and wait for me. On the way to the bathroom, I collected Candy, who was waiting in her short night-dress. As we entered the bathroom, Michael looked up, and was horrified to see his daughter standing there. “What is going on?” he enquirepetite young girl porn “Your little girl has grown up Daddy,” Candy replied. “I am a woman now, and as you act as a woman’s toilet in this house, it is time I started using you!” “No,” pleaded my husband. “This is not right!” “It is entirely right,” argued Candy, as she stepped in the bath and straddled her father’s head. “You are going to be my toilet as well as Mom’s, so open wide I want to fill your sissy mouth with my soft smelly shit for the first time!” Knowing he had no choice, Michael opened his mouth ready to receive his daughter’s shit. She farted two or three times in his face, to his humiliation, and this made her start to giggle. When she composed herself, she pushed her ass close to Michael’s mouth. “Here it comes Daddy, get ready to eat your little girl’s shit!” A huge dark brown log emerged from her ass, and into her father’s mouth. She turned to watch him. “Look at him Mom.” She sneered. “Have you ever seen such a poor excuse for a man? Cuckolded by his wife, the only thing he is good for is eating his wife and daughter’s shit! I’d like to choke the pathetic bastard with it.” Michael’s face was bright red at her scornful comments, as he struggled to chew the log she had dropped in his mouth. When he swallowed it, she got back in place, and gave him a second, smaller turd. She followed this with a healthy dose of piss, before making him lick her clean front and back. “Get used to the taste Daddy,” she taunted. “You are going to be under my ass eating shit every day from now on!” Then she and I left the room arm an arm. “Oh Mom,” she exclaimed. “That was great, I want to do that to Adam as well.” “You will dear,” I replied. “We both will, but we will wait until he is 18 too. In the meantime, enjoy abusing and degrading your Daddy!” “I will,” she responded. “But I think he should be made to eat a lot more shit than just hours. Couldn’t we get more women to join in?” “Who do you suggest?” I asked. “Well, Grandma for a start,” she replied. “You know what she thinks of Daddy. And Aunt Jane your sister, and her daughter cousin Fiona. I tell you who else, Daddy’s sister Mary. The only reason she doesn’t visit is because of the way he treated her when they were kids. I” sure if she knew what we were doing she would love to get her revenge.” “You could be right,” I responded enthusiastically. “We could invite them all for the weekend. Your father could spend the whole two days eating only shit and drinking only piss!” “Oh yes,” she squealed. “Let’s do it!” I phoned all the women, and was amazed at how enthusiastic they all were when I explained what I had in mind, particularly Mary, who had waited for years for a chance to get back at her brother. It was arranged that they would come on the following Friday. I did not tell Michael about it, I would let it be a big surprise for him. So there we all sat at the dinner table. There was Mom. 59, grey haired and a little plump, but still a looker. Strong willed too, just like me. Sister Jane, who had recently dyed her hair blonde, which really suited her. Two years younger than me, a little shorter and more buxom she still attracted a lot of male attention following her divorce. Next to her, her 17 year old daughter Fiona. Everyone in the family remarked how much she looked like Brittany Spears, and she too attracts boys like flies. I knew from my sister that she had been sexually active for the last couple of years. That left Mary, Michael’s sister. She was six years younger than Michael, a pretty woman who disguised the fact with her thick spectacles and severe pulled back hairstyle. She had made no attempt to be nice to Michael when she arrived. Both Candy and I had used Michael an hour before our guests arrived, so I knew he would not want anything to eat. As we all settled down, Mom was the first to speak. Rosemary has told us all Michael,” she began. “That you are giving toilet service to both her and Candy. She thought that as all of us despise you, we might enjoy a piss and shit weekend at your expense. Naturally, we all jumped at the opportunity, and for the next two days you will be used by all of us.” “You can’t be serious!” whined my husband. “Oh yes she is,” snapped his sister. “Every piece of shit, every drop of piss that we release is going into your mouth. We are going to make you so sick, this is going to be the best weekend of my life, watching you suffer!” After dinner, I ordered Michael to strip naked, telling him he was going to be that way all weekend. This embarrassed him greatly in front of all the women, but he knew better than to complain. When he was naked, Fiona noticed the cock cage, and I explained to her about his permanent celibacy. “Oh you poor man!” she said, without a hint of sympathy Before we knew it, she had slipped off her dress, revealing her skimpy black underwear. She looked absolutely gorgeous, with her firm white tits trying to burst out of her bra. She sat on my husband’s lap, put her arms around him and began kissing him passionately. I knew this was increasing the frustration he already felt, by the agitated look on his face. “She is a terrible cock teaser,” laughed her mother. “The number of boys she has driven wild!” “I tell you what,” I said to Fiona, as I unlocked Michael’s cock cage. “Why don’t you take your uncle upstairs for a while, and let him appreciate your naked body?” Fiona was delighted to comply, and led my husband upstairs by the hand. The rest of us chatted and drank for the next hour or so, and then the lounge door opened to reveal my naked husband and niece. He was in a terrible state, tears of frustration running down his face, and his little cock still throbbing wildly. “I told you,” said my sister proudly. “Look at the job she has done on him, he is in agony!” The rest of us laughed, and gave the young minx a spontaneous round of applause. “Can I shit in his mouth now Aunt Rosemary?” Fiona asked me. “Of course you can dear,” I replied. “You have earned it!” I put a rubber mat in the middle of the room so that we could all watch, and Fiona ordered her uncle to lie on his back. She squatted over his face, and quickly filled his mouth with shit as we all applauded. For all the shit he had eaten, it was not getting any easier for Michael, as we noted by the look of disgust on his face. We all laughed at him as he forced down Fiona” shit. By a happy coincidence, all four of our guests were ready to shit at the same time. So as soon as Fiona got up, her mother added her stinking load. Then my Mom presented her substantial as to my husband’s face, and let go her offering. By this time, my husband was more than full. He looked up and saw his sister standing over him. “Please sis,” he begged her. “I honestly can’t take any more!” “Don’t sis me you piece of crap,” she sneered, kicking him viciously in the side. “I have waited a long time for my revenge, and you are going to eat my shit no matter what, and you had better keep it down!” She emptied her bowel into his mouth, and watched with a smile as he chewed on the turd she had given him. It took him a long time, and try as he might he could not hold it down. He vomited violently over the mat. This annoyed Mary, and she kicked him savagely half a dozen times with her high-heeled shoes. Over the next couple of days, each of us women used my husband countless times, and he spent a lot of time being sick. As if that were not bad enough, he cried many more tears of frustration. When he was not being used as a toilet, one or other of the women made lick their feet, pussies, asses or tits. As I left his cage off, he spent most of the weekend with an unsatisfied erection. Believe me, it was wonderful to watch! The weekend finished with all the women promising that Michael would be seeing a lot more of them, and his sister spitting in his face. Chapter 3 Before we knew it, Adam’s 18th birthday had come around. Candy was really excited, because she had been looking forward to introducing her brother to the taste of her shit. Even the not very bright Adam had noticed that she had become more arrogant and aggressive towards him on the run up to his birthday. On the evening of his birthday, Adam was surprised to see me come into his room wearing only my short night-dress. I took his hand, and told him to follow me. As we entered the bathroom, his face dropped as he saw his father lying naked in the bath with his equally naked sister sitting on a small, custom made toilet seat just an inch above his face. “Happy birthday little brother,” she smiled at him. “Tonight your life is going to change big time!” “What’s going on?” asked Adam, looking more than a little scared. “Candy is about to use your father’s mouth as a shit hole,” I explained. “Just as she and I do every day. I want you to watch this so that you can see how it is going to be for you from now on. After Candy has finished with your father, you are going to take his place and eat my shit. I think you should taste your mother’s shit first. In future of course, you will be eating your sister’s as well.” “You’d better believe it!” added Candy. “Watch and learn little brother!” With that, she proceeded to fill her father’s mouth with her shit, as her brother looked on with horror and disgust. When her full load had been dropped and eaten, and her father’s mouth filled with piss, she jumped out of the bath. “Kneel down Adam,” she ordered. “And I will give you an idea what it is going to be like.” With my instruction to do as she said, Adam sank to his knees. Candy first made him lick up the last few drops of piss from her pussy, then turned her back and leant forward. “Now spread my ass cheeks, and lick up the remains of shit,” she instructed. Adam leaned forward, and tentatively licked at the shit, gagging immediately. “I can’t do that,” he wailed. “It’s disgusting!” “Don’t be a baby,” I admonished him. “What you are going to get in a few moments will be far more disgusting. Now lick that shit from your sister’s ass!” Adam licked it all up, gagging repeatedly. Michael got out of the bath, and slunk off to the bedroom. I ordered Adam to lie down in the bath. “Please don’t make me do this Mom,” he whined. “I just can’t eat shit, it’s too awful!” I told him to shut up, as I put the toilet seat over his face and sat down. Instructing him to open wide, I began to drop his first ever turd into his mouth. “Here it comes little brother,” laughed Candy. “Enjoy!”taboo sex storiesAdam retched as the foul turd hit his tongue. He moaned as I forced the whole thing into his mouth and told him to eat it. I thought several times that he would throw up, but he finally managed to get it down. I gave him another large one followed by a bladderful of piss. He managed to swallow it, but it was all too much and he vomited over his chest. I told him to clean up and go to bed. I also added that Candy and I would expect him to keep our shit down much better in future, so he had better learn fast. A few days later, I arranged at Candy’s suggestion to have Adam’s cock locked up, to prevent him jerking off and keep him frustrated just like his father. At about the same time, Candy mentioned to me a friend of hers, Angel, who worked in a local restaurant as a waitress. “She is a real arrogant, dominant bitch,” Candy told me. “She would be perfect to deal with Adam, maybe even be the perfect wife for him!” “That’s interesting,” I replied. “Let’s go to the restaurant with Adam, and I can check her out.” So next day, Candy Adam and I found ourselves in the restaurant. Angel came over to take our order. She was a beautiful young girl of 18, with long, jet-black hair, ample tits and long strong legs. I guessed she was about the same height as Candy. The two of them said hello, and Candy introduced me. I liked her immediately. “Who’s the sissy boy?” asked Angel, not mincing her words. “My wimp brother,” explained Candy, as Adam’s face reddened. “Looks like a real limp dick to me,” Angel went on. “You got that right!” agreed Candy, and the three of us laughed. We told Angel what Candy and I wanted to eat and drink. “What about sissy boy?” she replied. “Is he not eating?” “Oh Mom and I will be feeding him later,” Candy told her. “How do you mean?” she enquired. Candy lifted her ass and pointed to it. “You’re kidding me!” Angel exclaimed. “Boy, would I love to see that!” “What time do you finish?” I asked her. “In about twenty minutes,” she told me. “Well why don’t you come back with us,” I suggested. “Maybe you could help us feed him.” “You are on!” Angel squealed. “I’ll get your order. Are you sure he is not going to have something?” “Well maybe something to drink,” I suggested. “Can you recommend anything?” I had a twinkle in my eye, which she spotted. “Yes I can,” she said knowingly. “Back shortly.” She came back a couple of minutes later, with a huge glass full of a familiar looking cloudy yellow liquid, which she put in front of my son. “It’s not all mine,” she explained. “I got some help from Julia and Bridget in the kitchen. Let me see you drink it up sissy boy, while it’s still warm.” Adam picked up the glass, and managed to down the lot in four attempts, gagging violently after each one. He shivered with distaste as he put the glass down. “If you think that was bad,” Angel said, as she picked up the glass. “Wait until I have got you under my ass later on!” With that, she spat in Adam’s face and went to collect our food order. When we got back to our place, and settled in the lounge, the very confident Angel asked if she could have some fun with Adam. I said sure, whatever she liked. She slipped off her panties, pulled her dress up to her waist, revealing her thick black bush, and sat on the sofa. “Kneel down here boy,” she ordered Adam. “I could do with some pussy licking.” I could see by the look on Adam’s face that he had never done this before, and that he found the idea repulsive. He hesitated, and Angel grabbed his hair and pulled his face between her smooth white thighs. “Start licking boy,” she commanded. “And make it good!” Adam began licking, not knowing what he was doing. Angel was not pleased, and kept giving him commands. These were each punctuated by a lifting of his head, and a savage slap to the face. To Candy’s and my amusement, his cheeks were soon a deep shade of red. I got up to get some drinks from the kitchen, and Candy followed me. “She is fantastic isn’t she?” she remarked. “She certainly is,” I agreed. “I think we may just have found his future wife!” As we returned, Angel was slapping Adam again, just as my husband entered the room from the other side. With an uncharacteristic stern tone, he asked Angel what the hell was going on. With a face like thunder, Angel pushed Adam to the floor, and jumped to her feet. Putting her hands on my unsuspecting husband’s shoulders, she brought her powerful young knee savagely up into his balls. The pleasing scream of agony that came from him told me that she had hit her target perfectly, and Candy sniggered as she watched her father drop to the floor clutching his damaged nuts. Angel was not finished however. She pushed Michael on to his back, and put her bare foot on his face to prevent him rising. “If you ever question me again,” she yelled. “I will get your wife and daughter to hold your legs apart while I kick your miserable little balls to a pulp. Do you understand?” “Yes,” he mumbled from under her foot. “Now get out!” she yelled. It was hilarious to watch the so-called man of the house scramble painfully to his feet, and run out of the door in fear of the teenage girl. “I hope I didn’t go too far with your husband,” she said to me. “Not at all,” I assured her. “I loved watching you hurt him, I don’t know why we haven’t treated him the same way.” “I think we will in future,” added Candy, with a wicked grin. Angel went back to Adam who was now sitting on the floor. “Come here you fucking little sissy,” she cried, roughly pulling his head back between her legs. “Get your tongue back in my cunt!” The three of us drank and chatted while Adam carried on licking her, getting a few more slaps along the way. When she was finally satisfied, she lifted his head and asked him if he had ever done any French kissing. “A little,” he replied. “Good,” Angel went on. “Because you are going to French kiss my asshole!” She turned her back, and thrust her ass in my son’s face. She told him to push his tongue in as far as he could, and get a taste of her. She kept him at this for several minutes. “Oh I am going to give you so much shit in a minute,” she told him. “I am going to fill your sissy mouth with it, and make you eat it all!” Eventually, Angel told Adam to stop, and lay on his back on the floor. She knelt beside him. “I think a little starter before the main course,” she said. “Open wide.” She filled her mouth with saliva, and spat right into Adam’s mouth. She repeated this a couple of times, and then put her face very close to his. She then proceeded, one by one, to empty the snot out of each nostril on to his tongue. I laughed to see him retch, as the slimy stuff slid down his throat. I was learning from this young girl by the minute! “Main course now,” she whispered, as she squatted over his mouth. She shit in his mouth as though she had been doing it for years, and then instructed him to chew and eat it all, while taunting him for being such a sissy ass licking shit eater. When she had finished giving him what turned out to be a very large load, I got up, removed my panties and stood over my son. “Well, does Angel’s shit taste as good as Candy’s and mine?” I asked him. “It all tastes absolutely foul,” he winced. “Oh good,” I responded. “I would hate to think you were enjoying this!” I took my place, and gave Adam another hefty load. So much so, that he was begging for mercy before I had finished. And he hadn’t had Candy’s offering yet! When Candy did get up, and slip off her panties, Adam tried to reason with her. “Please sis, Angel and Mom have given me so much,” he pleaded. “I just don’t have any more room!” “Then you had better make room,” Candy answered cruelly. “Or would you rather I stood you up and got Angel to do what she did to Daddy earlier, only twice as hard?” “Alright,” sai सबसे बड़ी भारतीय फिल्म साइट Hello Everyone,I’ll tell you what happened when I came to buy my new car …Lorna’s New CarI had fallen in love with the car the instant I saw it. The trouble was the young guy I had been dealing with could tell, and my attempts to get him to drop his price even a little were falling on very stony ground. I had been counting on a reasonable trade-in for my old one, but I just knew the guy would do what he could to push that down. Every time I made what I thought was a good point, the young guy would suck in his breath and mutter about how Martin wouldn’t let him do that. The conversation looked like it was going nowhere, the coffee he had fetched me was going cold. I drank it quickly, grimacing a little, then decided some time out would be good. A brief comfort break to collect my thoughts, I decided. When I came out of the customer loo an older chap was waiting to go in. He must have seen the furrowed brow!‘Penny for your thoughts?’‘Oh, nothing really, just having some murderous ideas about bright young car salesman,’ I said, ‘the thing is I like the car, but I do think he’s asking too much. And he keeps stonewalling by going on about Martin. His boss, I think. He sounds a right….well, a right one. You get the picture. I’m just wondering if I could do the pair of them in with a hydraulic jack and still claim it was self-defence.’He chuckled. Nice laughter lines appeared at his eyes.‘Oh, that sounds unfortunate! It is a lovely car, mind. I really liked the look of that myself. Stylish, roomy, but deceptively lively when the need arises.’He smiled and raised an eyebrow. I got the distinct impression I was being flirted with, and it lightened my mood a little.‘Speaking of needs arising, if I could just…?’He nodded past me, and I realised I was standing in the doorway. A little flustered – I seemed to have been daydreaming slightly, probably about the car – I apologised and let him pass. As I walked back to the main office I saw my salesman laughing with another of the younger guys. I distinctly saw him rubbing his hands together and my cold mood returned. We glowered at each other across the desk and started a rather tight-lipped discussion about what could be thrown in to try to sweeten the deal. Things were not going well. Then a voice came from behind me.‘Tricky customer, Duncan?’‘Ah, Martin! No, not tricky, the lady’s just driving a hard bargain.’‘I can imagine,’ came the reply, ‘she looks the sort to know what she wants and go for it. And that’s a good thing too, isn’t it? It’s a good deal if both sides feel like they’ve got what they wanted from it. But the customer needs to be sure she’s getting what she wants, first, wouldn’t you say?’Then Martin turned at me and smiled, asking‘Has young Duncan here offered you a test run, Mrs…?’‘Lorna.’‘Of course. Lorna.’‘No, not yet. But…’‘Well, let’s see if we can sort that out now if that is OK with you?’I wasn’t sure what he was driving at, but to be honest I felt as if another time-out would be a good thing.sex story‘Can you just sort the paperwork there, Duncan, while I chat to Lorna?’In no time at all, I was buckling myself into the passenger seat, while Martin nonchalantly guided the car through narrow gaps between the other cars in the showroom, before setting off down the street. Once we were safely out of earshot he became quite confiding.‘Duncan’s a good lad in some ways, he really knows his stuff when it comes down to things like the differences between the models and the facts and figures, but he’s not quite learned that there is more to selling cars than that. He’s not very good at reading people, you see? In fact, he’s a bit of a prick at that side of things, if you don’t mind me saying so.’It was more or less what I had told him by the toilet, but I was still a little sceptical!‘Whereas you are?’‘Well, I don’t want to blow my own trumpet, but I do like to think I’m a bit better. With the women customers, certainly, more than Duncan does. Quite a few of them come in here already sick of men telling them what they should think, so that’s not a good starting place is it?’He pulled the car over to the side of the road and said‘Want to give her a go?’We changed places. I put my hands on the wheel at ten to two and set off. Martin chuckled.‘Sorry about that, by the way.’I was puzzled. He nodded at my gearstick hand.‘No ring. I did notice it, wasn’t sure what to say…these days. I think some countries the women wear them on the right hand, I think some women do also…’‘I do hope you’re not enquiring if I’m available, Martin!’It looks a bit harsh, written down, but it wasn’t really. That flirting that I thought I had detected earlier was definitely there. What surprised me was how much I was returning it!‘Do you want to take that next right there, Lorna?’ Good. Now on about three-quarters of a mile, and then that left there.’The brief journey had taken us out of the town centre, out of the town, and then to a lane that led into a patch of woodland. We rounded a corner and I knew we were invisible even from the lane. I turned the engine off.‘This looks a very quiet place you’ve brought me to, Martin. I trust your motives are honourable!’Just smoothing the path of trade, Lorna. And making sure our negotiations wouldn’t suffer from interruptions.’‘Go on,’ I said, cautiously.‘Well, as senior salesperson, I naturally have some more leeway than young Duncan when it comes to setting prices. How far apart were you, by the way?’‘About £1,500,’ I said.‘Ouch! I can see why there was a stalemate. Well, for starters, I could see my way clear to taking a round £1,000 out of the picture…’His voice trailed away, so I picked up where he had left off. I unbuckled my seat belt with a decisive click.‘Are you suggesting we should continue the negotiations in the extensive rear seating arrangements?’There was a second click from the passenger seat.It took Martin a few moments to demonstrate the way the rear seats operated. When he had finished it was my turn to recline. He slid into the space next to me, then onto me. There was little pretence at seduction, but to be honest, I didn’t want to be seduced, I wanted to be fucked. He ground very tight trousers into my crotch, his hands eager to be full of my tits. I pushed up at him, reaching down to free his cock. I was surprised how heavily I was breathing. He felt very warm in my hand. I whispered to him …‘So, I think the figure was £1,500?’I guided the tip of a very hard cock to the gusset of my panties, teasingly wiping it along the length of my pussy lips, slowly, to and fro…‘£1,250’ he hissed, his voice eager as he pushed closer. I let the tip press the cotton slightly inside me.‘Are you sure not £1,500?’ I said, letting him feel the fact that I had just pulled the panties to one side, and there was now nothing between him and me. I could see him fighting with his profit margins. I decided to play a little unfair and lifted my bum from the fine leather upholstery. I heard a little catch in his voice as the very tip of his cock slid between my outer lips.‘Well…’sex and porn sotyrTime to apply some more pressure. Literally! I fluttered my eyelashes at him, then let him see my famous naughty grin. While he panted, wondering what I was up to, I took a deep breath and lifted my bottom further, biting my lower lip as his whole length slipped inside.‘£1,500,’ I repeated, lowering my bottom till he was almost outside. He looked into my eyes, daring my not to move any further away. He was close to cracking, I decided. I began to move closer.‘£1,500,’ I said, as he slipped back inside, then I made my final offer, ‘and you can finish in me if you want.’I could tell he was almost sold, so it was just a case of coming up with an optional extra. So I did.‘And I’ll lick your cock clean afterwards.’He was never going to hold out too long after that, but he did manage to make me orgasm too! I arched my back, pushing my breasts up towards him. He lasted maybe three or four minutes more, then his head dropped to my shoulder as he came. He was still panting when we kissed for the first time. I opened my mouth for him, so he felt he was getting good value for his discount! I think he had overlooked my offer of oral sex, but as I started liking the mixture of spunk and pussy juice from his cock he gratefully accepted. We adjusted our clothing, as the old saying has it, then he started to drive us back to the showroom.‘I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, Lorna, but ever since this car came in I’ve been dying to get someone in the back of it with me.’‘Well, what can I say, I’m flattered to be the first woman you could persuade to shag you in it! I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, but I doubt you’ll be the last man I ride in it!’It did kind of take the shine off things, but he was as good as his word about the discount. A slightly crestfallen Duncan finished off the paperwork, no doubt muttering to himself about the hit to his commission. While he did so, Martin handed me his business card.‘In case,’ he said.I saw he had written on the back that he hoped he had been able to give me a good level of customer satisfaction, which made me smile. I thought for a moment and then dug out one of mine, writing something on the back for his benefit.‘Exchange is no robbery,’ he read when I had finished.‘Well, I can’t argue with that. You do drive a hard bargain, Lorna.’‘Hard, but I like to think fair,’ I smiled as I held out my hand to receive the keys to my lovely new car, ‘and of course, at the end of the day we both like repeat business!’Love and Kisses,

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  1. Another year, another Wimbledon, another semi-final … another match point. Tina had heard it said that history repeats itself, but…
  2. My clothes were neatly laid out on the bed. Red silk blouse, black ankle length wrap around skirt, lacy white bra and matching string. “Well, it may be another boring promotional party, but at least I’ll look good,” I thought to myself. I hated these things, always having to be on your guard against the other P.R. bitches, all of them looking to fill your shoes and their most direct route is via your jugular. This one was for some new product that we’d just finished the marketing strategy for. They were launching it at the Barbican Centre. A hail of floodlights and champagne and then a quick look at the commercial, followed by more champagne and then home to my nice warm bed and my loving husband. Josh, my husband, never came to these bashes. He couldn’t stand the morons and their patronising talk, but he always made himself available to ferry me to the venues and back home again after it was over. I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself. “Not bad for a thirty-five-year-old with two kids,” I thought as the door opened and Josh said, “Come on love, I want to be back in time for the match. You’re looking good.” “I’m ready now. Shouldn’t be a late one tonight.” I kissed Josh on the cheek, closed the car door and made my way up the steps. They were really going for it this time, no expense spared by the look of the posters and glitter that adorned the hallway. Then I noticed my boss and the client. “Irene, hello. You’ve met John Frazer from the Promo Dept at Majorhost haven’t you?” “Yes, of course I have,” I said as I stretched my hand out. “My dear, so nice to see you again, and what a lovely outfit,” the old man said. “Enjoy the show.” I walked into the function room and looked around the usual faces. Most of them worked for either the client or us but there were a few I didn’t recognise. A glass was pressed into my hand and I looked around to meet the eyes of an extremely handsome man I definitely hadn’t met before. “Don’t you just hate these things?” he said in a quiet voice. “They’re not that bad when you get used to them. I’m Irene Ross from Heath Ross and Associates,” I said inquisitively. “Forgive me, Steve Daly from Majorhost. I work in the Promotions Department. Come on let’s have a drink.” I followed him to the bar as I downed the contents of the glass he’d given me only moments before. We talked for a while long while before he said, “Let’s have a dance.” Normally I wouldn’t dance at these functions but the jealous stares of some of my colleagues had me feeling a little mischievous. “Right, let’s do that.” I said as headed towards the music in the main hall. We danced for a long while, then the commercial was shown to ingratiating and rapturous applause and then it was time to go home. Steve said, “Want a lift?” “Thanks Steve but my husband is expecting me to call for him.” “Let him stay with the TV, give him a ring and let him know that you’ve got a ride home,” he said as he plopped his mobile into my hand. “I’m not ready to let you go just yet.” I rang Josh while Steve’s beautiful piercing eyes shone at me. What was I thinking? It all seemed so naughty, it was like being on a date again. Josh was fine about me taking a lift from one of my friends, besides, his match had gone into extra time and he was more interested in that. We drove across London in the right direction for home when Steve said, “I live just there,” as he pointed at the docklands. “Nice place, you should see it. How about we stop off for a nightcap?” “No, really, I shouldn’t,” I said in my assertive tone but Steve was having none of it. “Come on, just a small one. It has one of the best views on this side of the river.” He was persistent and I capitulated. “OK, but we’d better be quick,” I said.nude young girl sex photosHis building was one of those old warehouses. Smart enough too. He stopped by a door and pressed some code into a metal box, there was a click and he turned the handle. He stepped back and gestured me into the room. As I walked past him the sound of a TV was clear and as I rounded the corner into his living room I was greeted by the sight of two men sitting on a sofa. One was a young lad, about nineteen, and the other was older, easily in his sixties. “This is my old man, and the other is Kevin, my cousin.” “I thought we were having a nightcap Steve?” “Yeah, what do you fancy?” he said. “Well, I didn’t expect company,” I said trying to get to grips with the situation. “Oh, don’t worry about them, they’re family,” he said in a patronising tone. “Whisky alright for you? Sit down and make yourself comfortable.” There were two sofas and I started towards the unoccupied one when the old man patted the cushion between himself and the young lad, “Come and sit here, my beauty,” he said. I felt too uncomfortable to be rude and did as I was told. They moved slightly apart to give me room. I can feel the young lad’s eyes on me all the time as I sat between the two of them. “Lovely lad my Stevie, isn’t he?” said the old man. “Got a lot more about him than young Kevin here. Kevin’s still a virgin you know. Got his fingers into some bird last week but that’s about it, so far.” I felt like screaming but managed to stop myself. “Do you mind if I just give my husband a call, he’ll be worrying about me.” That assertive tone again, but it had as much effect on the father as it had had on his son. “Phone’s not working love, but my Stevie’s got one of those mobiles, he’ll be back with your drink soon, dare say he’ll let you use it, if his battery’s not gone flat. Usually does at this time of night.” Panic held me like a rabbit caught in a cars’ headlights, I didn’t know what to do and then I noticed the young lad was staring at my legs and my palms began to sweat. I felt the old mans leg pressing against my thigh and turned to look at him. To my astonishment, he was grinning and obviously enjoying my embarrassment. I looked across to the young lad to find that he had his hand in his pocket and was playing with himself. I looked away in disgust and felt a hand arrive on my thigh and slowly work it’s way into the split of my skirt. I tried to stand up and was pushed back down by a pair of strong hands from over my shoulders. Steve was back. “Steve, please let me go, I need to go home to my husband,” I was pleading. “Just behave yourself or your darling husband will have to be told about how you came here looking to be fucked.” I sat there in horror as two hands began to open my skirt and manoeuvre up my thighs. My legs were being pulled apart and I felt both petrified and confused. I couldn’t run away, the door had probably been locked behind me. I decided to sit quietly and hope to get out of there alive. “I bet she’s got a lovely little cunt, what do you reckon Stevie?” said the old man as the lad began to unbutton my blouse. I tried to stop him and my hand was dragged behind my back. “Please, leave me alone!” I begged. “Shut up and do as you are told!” Steve snarled. My blouse fell open and was lifted over my shoulders as my wrists were tied together behind my back and I began to sob. My bra was removed and both of the men at my sides took a breast into their mouths, sucking greedily at my hardening nipples. Then the old man moved his mouth over mine and pushed his tongue between my lips. I could taste the beer and cigarettes on his breath. Disgusting. Moments later I was forced to my feet and the young lad began to unbutton my skirt. I could feel his rough hands fumbling with the buttons as he groped under the waistband and then the garment fell to the floor at my feet. I was standing there in front of these perverts in nothing but my lacy white g-string. I felt ashamed and embarrassed. “I bet she’s got a lovely little cunt,” said the old man. “Turn her round, I want a look at her snatch.” The young lad grabbed my shoulders and hurriedly turned me to face the old man and Steve, who was standing behind the sofa with a video camera. I couldn’t see his face but I pleaded, “Please don’t hurt me. Let me go home to my husband and I promise I won’t tell anybody about this.” Steve lowered the camera, looked straight at me and said, “You are at home. My home, and you’re going to do exactly as I want or you’ll not see your dear husband again. Right?” I began to cry again and then was pushed to the floor at the old man’s feet. “Roll her over sonny,” he said, “and spread her legs.” I was turned face down on the carpet and then the young lad hooked his thumbs under the elastic of my string and ripped them down my legs to the knee. “Phwooarrr, she’s a cracker, go on son, have a feel,” the old man said. I lay there for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a couple of minutes when I felt a hand fold around my buttock and move downwards toward my cunt. I could feel the fingers rubbing between my lips and then one slipped inside me. I was wet, I suppose the fear and embarrassment of being naked in front of three strangers had caused this involuntary reaction. I heard the old man grunt as he got to his feet and tell the young lad to stand back as it was now his turn. His hand was rough as his fingers found their way directly to my soft cunt lips and caressed over my clit. It felt good; he had a natural touch. I heard myself screaming inside and was thinking, “No Irene, you can’t enjoy this!” but I was. The old man was probing me, running his fingers all over my slit and between my buttock, touching my clit. I began to move myself upwards, desperately trying to contact my clit with his fingers. If my hand weren’t tied, I’d have probably found myself frigging off. I was now so turned on that my juices were in full flow and were leaking out into my neatly trimmed pubic hair. And then the contact stopped.nudist family sex hot photosNothing happened for a while and I could hear the three of them talking in hushed tones. Every now and then I could make out a word and sometimes a sentence, it seemed like I was going to be fucked. Suddenly there was an arm around my waist and I was brought to my knees and turned to face the sofa. I was pulled forwards until my chest rested on the seat. My arse was in the air and my tight, dripping little pussy was on view to anyone behind me. A blindfold was put around my face and I could only experience darkness and touch. Another minute or so passed and then it started. A hand groped my arse and then my cunt… “Hey Steve, I think she’s pissed herself, she’s sopping wet!” It was the young lad. “Gerroff, I’m havin’ her first,” said the old man. I heard his zipper being pulled down and then something pushed against my cunt. “Oh God, this is it, he’s going to fuck me,” I thought to myself. Slowly he pushed his cock into my slippery cunt. It was bigger than I’d expected and filled me up. I was fighting against the emotions that were telling me that I was actually enjoying this, eventually submitting to them and pushing back against him. My breath escaped in a long, “Ooooh,” and I began to feel a warmth deep inside my abdomen. I heard my voice saying, “Go on, FUCK ME,” but couldn’t believe that I was actually saying it. He thrust into me for about a minute and then I felt him withdraw and warm droplets spray over my arse. The dirty bastard had spunked off on me. “Go on sonny, you have a go now. She’s a dirty little whore and it’s time you had a woman.” The next thing I felt was my ankles being grabbed and I was dragged backwards, falling heavily onto the carpet and being hurriedly turned over so that I was lying on my back. My legs were kicked apart and then another cock found its way into my well-lubricated hole. This one was much faster in his thrusting and he didn’t last long before he started grunting and moaning. “I’m going to come, I’m going to come,” he shouted. Seconds later he spurted his jism into my unprotected cunt and he was no longer a virgin. I was left on the carpet with my hands tied behind me for a few more minutes before the blindfold was removed. “Don’t ever say that you didn’t enjoy that,” said Steve. “Want a lift home or should I call you a taxi?” Zynab dominates the newly purchased slavegirl
  3. (With grateful thanks to Italian reader Stefano Milanese, who provided the ideas for this story) Rosemary Castle, now in her… My nineteen year old cousin DJ had been coming to spend two weeks with me during the summer ever since…
  4. aishwarya and amitabh...My life took a serious turnaround when my husband died. My daughter Amber and I were left alone in our big house all alone. If I had not met Julie I don’t know how I would have made it through. Julie is my next door neighbor and after my neighbors had heard the news about my husband dying she came over to give condolences. We talked all night and I found out that her husband had died the in a car accident a few years ago. She and I instantly hit it off. Months went by and Julie and I were the best of friends. Friendship turned to love and we became sex craved sluts around each other! We both had tight bodies and busty chests and she had beautiful, natural red hair. I never knew I wanted a women until I had her. Then I craved them. If I could, I would live off her sweet pussy juices forever. Both Julie and I knew that we needed to keep our affair a secret so we did our best. But it seemed like everyday our torrid sexual affair got a little more extreme. We both knew someone would be in on it. Little did we know that it would be my sixteen year old daughter. “I saw something last night that is gonna blow your mind Dottie!” Julie exclaimed to me on the phone. I nearly dropped the phone when she actually told me what it was. Julie had snuck into my back yard and up to my bedroom window in hopes of catching me naked or doing something naughty and got so much more than she bargained for. Julie saw my daughter Amber on my bed with my vibrator deep inside her cunt! I was speechless. I had only left Amber for a few minutes to run to the store! Was she that sex starved? “It was by far one of the sexiest things I have ever seen hon!” Julie said into the phone. With each detail she gave me I could feel my nipples stand up against my blouse. Then I got an idea. “Tonight I will tell Amber I am going out with you and we will hide at your house. When we see my bedroom light go on we sneak through the fence and watch her!” I whispered to her. Later that night I told Amber that I was going and I set up a little trap in my room before I left. I laid my vibrator out and put a lesbian porno tape next to it. If she was at all interested in girls she could lay on my bed and watch the tape while using my vibrator on her tight pussy. Not even five minutes after I left Julie and I saw my bedroom light go on. We snuck out her kitchen door and over to my back yard. We were actually giggling! Julie was true to her word. Amber was halfway undressed over at the vcr putting in the tape. It clicked on and she finished undressing. Her body was perfect! Her pussy had barely any hair and her breasts were blossoming into full perky tits. She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Then she got my vibrator and began running it up and down her slit. A small moan escaped her lips. Julie and I watched in rapture as her masturbating became more intense. Now was the moment to catch her. I led Julie around to the front door and we quietly snuck in. When I got to my bedroom I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. “And what do you think you are doing young lady?” I questioned. “Oh my god! Mom!” Amber screamed.lesbian mom daughter sex storiesAmber’s body jumped when she saw me, causing the vibrator to sink all the way inside her teen cunt. Amber’s mouth went a mile a minute trying to explain herself. Finally she slowed down and just said, “I can’t help it Mom, I’m horny all the time.” “Have you been messing around with boys?” I asked her. “No Mom, no boys,” she said. I thought it was a long shot but I asked her anyways, “What about girls?” “Yes Mom, I have been having sex with Marcie,” she said. Marcie was her best friend. She was the same age with a petite frame and small perky tits. I consoled Amber and told her it was alright. I even told her about Julie and I to make her feel better.The next thing I knew, Julie was beside her spreading her legs and taking the still humming vibrator out of her slippery pussy. Amber groaned and I felt myself get wet. “It’s ok Honey,” I said as I leaned down to kiss Amber’s cheek. Amber turned her face and our lips met. I eased my tongue out slowly and licked her lips. Soon we were tongue kissing each other deeply as Julie slid the vibrator back in to my daughter’s pussy. Julie and I got naked and we all laid down on the bed. Amber’s eyes were glued to Julie’s chest. “Do you like her body sweetie?” I asked her. Amber nodded and reached out to take Julie’s big tits in her hands. I reached down and fingered myself as I watched them start to fuck. Julie moved the vibrator in and out roughly as Amber sucked her tits and ran her fingers along her bush. I took the vibrator out and sucked all of my daughter’s juices off of it before slipping it into my dripping cunt. Julie and Amber got on their knees and fingered each other’s pussies while they licked each other’s tongues. Juices were running down their hands as they bucked against each other’s fingers in orgasm. This got me too and I came all over the humming vibrator. We all collapsed in a naked pile and relaxed. “Mom, can Marcie spend the night this weekend?” Amber asked with a mischievous grin. The weekend came and Marcie’s mom dropped her off. Julie came over and the three of us played it cool so nothing would seem out of the ordinary. After dinner we all went to the living room and watched a movie. Halfway through, Amber and Marcie got up and headed for my bedroom. Julie winked at me and we sat for a few minutes before getting up and going to the room. When we walked in, Amber was on her knees with her head in between Marcie’s legs as she laid back on the bed. “Mind if we join you?” Julie asked. Marcie looked a little shocked but Amber said, “Sure Mom, that’s sounds great.” Julie and I undressed each other slowly for the girls, putting on a striptease. “Mom you and Julie shaved your pussies!” Amber exclaimed when she saw our mature hairless mounds. “We wanted to be baby smooth just like you darling,” Julie said as she crawled on to the bed. Soon we were all on the bed touching each other. The girls were in a sixty-nine and Julie and I were sucking each other’s tits. I was getting so fucking hot! Then the phone rang.taboo gay storiesIt was Marcie’s mom asking if we could keep her for the weekend so she could have some time with her husband. I agreed and she asked to talk to her daughter. I looked over and saw Marcie’s tongue buried deep in my daughter’s pussy. “She’s right in the middle of something with Amber,” I said. She said not to disturb them and we hung up. “So, who wants to get fucked?” I asked. The girls piped up so I went to my box under the bed filled with toys. I got out mine and Julie’s strap ons and handed one to her. “Let’s fuck the hell out of these tight pussies!” I said to Julie as we strapped on our dildoes and put the girls on all fours. I fucked my baby girl and Julie did Marice. That whole weekend was filled with sex games and orgies. I hated to see Marcie go. I found out that she was great at finger fucking. Months went by and things stayed the same. We all had sex on a regular basis. Marcie’s parents had split up and she had seduced her mother in a weak moment. They had sex quite often. Julie sold her house and came to live with Amber and I. We renovated our den into a sexual haven. It was a kinky room with a huge bed, a videocamera, and even a swing in the ceiling! When Julie and I finished it, we giggled at how much it looked like we were running a sex shop! Marcie let her mom in on our lifestyle and she came over. We all ravaged her! She is a regular in our circle (more like daisy chain) now. We are all hoping to find a sixth girl to add to the fun and even things out but for now, things couldn’t be any hotter. (With grateful thanks to Italian reader Stefano Milanese, who provided the ideas for this story) Rosemary Castle, now in her forties, is an attractive brunette who stands 5’11” in her stockinged feet. Her 36-24-36 figure is exactly as it was in her twenties, and her fabulous long legs attract admiring glances wherever she goes. She tells here in her own words, how her life became much more fun the day she decided to tell her husband she was leaving him. Chapter 1 I married Michael when we were both 21. He was a lot smaller than me at 5’3,” and was slightly built. At first, the differences between us worked very well. I was always the strong one, taking charge of everything, he with his docile nature letting me do it. I got my way by having the two children I wanted, Candy and Adam, very early in the marriage and within a year of each other. As the years went on, however, I began to lose respect for my submissive husband. He was going nowhere in his job, and at home I was the one who kept the family together with no help from him. Sex was also a problem. He is very poorly endowed, and absolutely hopeless in the bedroom. I don’t recall him giving me an orgasm in all the years we have been together. The only way I managed to stick it out was to have a succession of lovers throughout the marriage to keep me satisfied. Despite this, when the children were 17 and 16 I decided I had had enough. I sat Michael down, and told him that I was going to leave. Predictably, he began to cry and beg me not to go. He told me he loved me more than anything, and would do everything I asked of him if only I would stay. Eventually, I said that although I did not want to, I would give it a try but strictly on my terms. He agreed immediately. I decided that I would no longer try to hide my infidelities, and told him all about my previous lovers. I also made it clear to him that I was presently seeing a 22 year old, well endowed black guy. I told him that I would continue to see the man, and that he would have to accept not being allowed to have sex with me again. Michael was devastated at my revelations, but when he calmed down agreed to my conditions. Because I no longer cared, I began to flaunt my affair with my boyfriend Tony. I would let Michael know when I was going out for sex, and when I returned I would make sure my husband got a good look at my ravaged body, with love bites all over my tits and neck. Knowing how much this upset him, because he had always been very jealous, I began to take it further. I would slip into bed naked, and pull Michael’s head down to my pussy and make him lap up the cum that Tony had deposited there. He complained at first, but when he knew that refusal meant that I would leave, he did as he was told. I told Michael that on no account was he to see other women, and that I did not want him jerking off. I suspected that he was doing so, but had never seen him. However, one day I returned home early to find him sniffing at a pair of my cum-soaked panties, while stroking his little cock. I went mad at him, calling him all the perverts under the sun, and telling him that if he did not agree to having his cock locked up to prevent masturbation, I was out the door. The wimp agreed to wear a cock cage, and then I really went to town on him. I insisted he sleep naked next to me every night, and that he spend an hour before going to sleep attending to my pussy with his tongue, whether I was full of cum or not. While he did this, I would taunt him about the size of Tony’s cock, and his prowess in bed. I would tell him that my lover would fuck me at least three times a night, and give me an orgasm every time. Within a couple of weeks, the cage was doing its job, and Michael began begging me for release. He never got it of course. Later on, I decided Michael should meet Tony, the real man who was cuckolding him, so I began making my husband join the two of us for dinner. We would sit opposite him, kissing and cuddling throughout the meal, to my husband’s obvious distress. A scenario we repeated very often was to go back to our place, drag Michael to the bedroom with us, and make him watch while Tony fucked me beautifully. My husband would then be made to suck my pussy clean, while Tony stood by ridiculing him. When that was done, I would watch while Michael sucked my lover’s cock clean of his cum and my juices. Michael would then be sent, sobbing, jealous and frustrated to the spare room while Tony and I carried on fucking through the night. I was having great fun, and always looking for new ways to humiliate my husband. The next stage in my treatment of him was not my idea, however. Tony still lived at home with his mother Rachel, and 17-year-old sister Amy. He had told them all about our treatment of my husband, and they were keen to meet him. It was decided that we would have dinner at their place one Friday night, and stay over. When we arrived, Rachel and Amy greeted me warmly, and ignored Michael. Rachel was 40, a little older than me, and very attractive. She was perhaps a little overweight now, but with a very sexy, curvy figure. Amy was stunningly pretty, tall, with large breasts and a prominent ass. We sat down to dinner almost immediately. Michael, who had been very nervous about coming, told Rachel he was not hungry, and declined any food. “So,” Rachel said, as we began eating. “My Tony is having to do your job in the bedroom with your wife Michael. Why is that?” “Because he has a tiny dick,” I cut in. “And he doesn’t even know how to use that!” Amy sniggered, and Rachel laughed out loud. The meal continued, with Tony regularly turning to me to give me a kiss, or stroking my arm or y thigh. “It looks as though your wife is going to be well fucked tonight,” laughed Amy. “Will you be jerking off at the thought of it?” “Oh no,” I told her. “His little cock has been locked up for the last three months, he can’t get any relief.” “Really?” she asked. “That’s great! Do you tease him?” “All the time,” I grinned. “Good,” she replied. “Any man who can’t keep his wife satisfied deserves to be permanently frustrated.” “As you are not eating,” Rachel interrupted. “Why don’t you get under the table, and use your tongue to get your wife nice and wet for my boy?” Michael glanced at me, and I indicated for him to get down. He knelt before me, and pulled down my panties. He then began to lick me slowly as we continued our meal. By the end of it, I was so horny that I suggested Tony and I go straight upstairs. “Good idea,” said Rachel. “Your husband will keep us both entertained, I am sure.” We went upstairs, and I had a fantastic night in bed with Tony, completely forgetting about my husband. In the morning, Tony woke me gently, and gave me my fourth helping of cock. After we had finished, he told me he would go down and get Michael to come and clean me up. My husband came up a little later, looking very tired and a little ill. He got between my legs without a word, and sucked me clean of Tony’s cum before returning downstairs. I had a quick shower, and went down for breakfast. “Your husband is not eating,” remarked Rachel. “Perhaps it’s because of all the cum he has just eaten,” I suggested, smiling. Rachel and Amy grinned at each other. “Maybe,” said Amy, with a wicked smile. We said our goodbyes, and set off for home. Michael was especially quiet on the way home, and still looked a little nauseous. When we got in, I sat him down and asked what had happened with the two women the previous evening. He said he did not want to talk about it, but I insisted. “Well,” he began. “After you went upstairs to er,” “To get fucked Michael,” I emphasised. “I went upstairs to get fucked by my lover, something you will never experience again!” “Well anyway,” he went on dejectedly. “Rachel insisted we all get naked. Then Amy stood up, put her arms round me and pressed her naked body against me. She asked me if I wanted to fuck her.” “And did you?” I enquired. “Yes,” he replied. “But I knew she would not let me.” I laughed out loud. Then they both sat on the sofa, and told me to get on my knees and clean their feet with my mouth. It was awful; they had been barefoot all day walking round the house and in the garden. Their feet were filthy, and they would not let me stop until they were spotless, including in between their toes. At the end, my mouth was dry, and I had a horrible taste in it, so I asked for a drink. Amy said certainly, and had me sit on the floor. Then she stood with her pussy over my mouth, and ordered me to open wide. As I did so, she let go a powerful stream of piss into my mouth and down my throat.” “You drank her piss?” I exclaimed, warming to his story. “Yes,” he replied. “I was gagging and choking, but she did not stop until I had swallowed it all. Then Rachel took her place and pissed what seemed like a gallon into my mouth.” “I like these women!” I squealed. “What happened next?”porn story“Then I had to concentrate on their pussies with my tongue. They kept me going until they both had orgasms. My jaw was aching like hell.” “Were you really frustrated, licking those pussies?” I asked. “Of course,” he replied. “It was unbearable.” “Good, good,” I said. “Then what?” “Well then,” he explained. They knelt on the sofa and pushed out their asses. I was made to spend the next hour alternately licking out their none too clean assholes, it was disgusting. And then……….” “Then what?” I demanded impatiently. “Then they lay me on the floor, and one after the other, they shit in my mouth and made me eat it.” “You’re kidding!” I yelled. “Oh my goodness, I wish I had seen that!” “So you see why I am not feeling so good,” my husband explained. “Do you mind if I have a lie down?” “Of course not,” I said. “But before you do, why don’t you get undressed and lay in the bath?” “Why?” he asked. “Well if you can act as a toilet for women you hardly know, you can certainly eat your wife’s shit.” I told him. “Please Rosemary,” he begged. “I really do feel sick.” “Get in the bath Michael,” I ordered sternly. “I promise you are going to feel a lot sicker very soon!” I walked upstairs a few minutes later to see my wimp of a husband lying naked in the bath. I smiled expectantly, as I Peeled off my panties. “I don’t know why I never thought of this myself,” I remarked to my husband. “Shitting in your mouth is the perfect way of showing you exactly what I think of you.” I climbed into the bath, and pushed my ass to within an inch of his face. “Open up Michael,” I commanded. “I am really going to enjoy this!” I strained for a moment or two, and then felt a good-sized turd slide out of me and into my husband’s mouth. I turned to see the log half in and half out, and forced the whole thing in with my fingers. “Eat my shit, Michael,” I ordered him. “Get used to the taste of it, you are going to swallow every bit of it in future!” I watched his screwed up face as he struggled to chew and swallow the big log I had given him, taunting him all the time, and telling him to hurry as I had another big log waiting. I dropped the second log on to his chest, and made him hold it as he ate it piece by piece. When he finally got the second turd down, I had him lick my ass clean, then placed my pussy over his mouth. “Ready for your first drink of my piss?” I laughed, as I let go a stream of yellow pee into his mouth. As soon as I had finished, he leapt out of the bath, and stuck his head down the toilet bowl, vomiting violently. I left the bathroom smiling, knowing I was really going to enjoy using him this way every day. Chapter 2 So from that day on, Michael became my permanent toilet slave, swallowing all of my waste. If I needed to take a shit while he was at work, he would find it waiting for him in the toilet on his return home. On a number of occasions, after I had watched him with his head down the toilet, eating up my earlier shit, I surprised him by removing my panties and giving him a big fresh load. That seemed to spoil his evening meal somehow! I had at this point kept my activities with Michael secret from the children, although they were both well aware who was the boss in our house from the way I spoke to their father. Candy, who had always been my favourite, was approaching 18 at the time. She was growing up beautifully. Like me, she was a brunette, with long hair covering her pretty face. At 6′, she was slightly taller than me, and towered over her father. She had a superb figure, with large firm breasts, and had inherited my shapely legs. I knew she had no respect for her father, she took no notice of what he said, and listened only to me. I was pretty sure she would approve of Michael’s treatment, and would probably be delighted to join in. Adam on the other hand, was growing up just like his father. He was then just 17, small and weedy, and was becoming a whining little wimp. I was determined that when he reached 18, he would suffer the same fate as his father, only more so. On the morning of Candy’s 18th birthday, I sat her down and explained exactly what was going on between her father and myself. She was delighted that I had a lover, she was pretty sure Michael could not possibly satisfy me. She was even happier that I kept my husband in a permanent state of frustration, as she thought he should suffer. It was when I told her of the toilet activities that her mouth dropped open. “Really?” she said incredulously. “You make him drink your piss and eat your shit? Oh that is terrific! Please let me do it to him Mom, I want to shit in his wimpy mouth, just like you do!” “Of course you can,” I answered. “Starting today. I thought you would want to join me, so this is why we are having this talk. If you can hold your shit until your father gets home, we will surprise him tonight.” “You bet!” she exclaimed. Michael arrived home at about 6, and Candy was bursting. I whispered in his ear to get in the bath and wait for me. On the way to the bathroom, I collected Candy, who was waiting in her short night-dress. As we entered the bathroom, Michael looked up, and was horrified to see his daughter standing there. “What is going on?” he enquirepetite young girl porn “Your little girl has grown up Daddy,” Candy replied. “I am a woman now, and as you act as a woman’s toilet in this house, it is time I started using you!” “No,” pleaded my husband. “This is not right!” “It is entirely right,” argued Candy, as she stepped in the bath and straddled her father’s head. “You are going to be my toilet as well as Mom’s, so open wide I want to fill your sissy mouth with my soft smelly shit for the first time!” Knowing he had no choice, Michael opened his mouth ready to receive his daughter’s shit. She farted two or three times in his face, to his humiliation, and this made her start to giggle. When she composed herself, she pushed her ass close to Michael’s mouth. “Here it comes Daddy, get ready to eat your little girl’s shit!” A huge dark brown log emerged from her ass, and into her father’s mouth. She turned to watch him. “Look at him Mom.” She sneered. “Have you ever seen such a poor excuse for a man? Cuckolded by his wife, the only thing he is good for is eating his wife and daughter’s shit! I’d like to choke the pathetic bastard with it.” Michael’s face was bright red at her scornful comments, as he struggled to chew the log she had dropped in his mouth. When he swallowed it, she got back in place, and gave him a second, smaller turd. She followed this with a healthy dose of piss, before making him lick her clean front and back. “Get used to the taste Daddy,” she taunted. “You are going to be under my ass eating shit every day from now on!” Then she and I left the room arm an arm. “Oh Mom,” she exclaimed. “That was great, I want to do that to Adam as well.” “You will dear,” I replied. “We both will, but we will wait until he is 18 too. In the meantime, enjoy abusing and degrading your Daddy!” “I will,” she responded. “But I think he should be made to eat a lot more shit than just hours. Couldn’t we get more women to join in?” “Who do you suggest?” I asked. “Well, Grandma for a start,” she replied. “You know what she thinks of Daddy. And Aunt Jane your sister, and her daughter cousin Fiona. I tell you who else, Daddy’s sister Mary. The only reason she doesn’t visit is because of the way he treated her when they were kids. I” sure if she knew what we were doing she would love to get her revenge.” “You could be right,” I responded enthusiastically. “We could invite them all for the weekend. Your father could spend the whole two days eating only shit and drinking only piss!” “Oh yes,” she squealed. “Let’s do it!” I phoned all the women, and was amazed at how enthusiastic they all were when I explained what I had in mind, particularly Mary, who had waited for years for a chance to get back at her brother. It was arranged that they would come on the following Friday. I did not tell Michael about it, I would let it be a big surprise for him. So there we all sat at the dinner table. There was Mom. 59, grey haired and a little plump, but still a looker. Strong willed too, just like me. Sister Jane, who had recently dyed her hair blonde, which really suited her. Two years younger than me, a little shorter and more buxom she still attracted a lot of male attention following her divorce. Next to her, her 17 year old daughter Fiona. Everyone in the family remarked how much she looked like Brittany Spears, and she too attracts boys like flies. I knew from my sister that she had been sexually active for the last couple of years. That left Mary, Michael’s sister. She was six years younger than Michael, a pretty woman who disguised the fact with her thick spectacles and severe pulled back hairstyle. She had made no attempt to be nice to Michael when she arrived. Both Candy and I had used Michael an hour before our guests arrived, so I knew he would not want anything to eat. As we all settled down, Mom was the first to speak. Rosemary has told us all Michael,” she began. “That you are giving toilet service to both her and Candy. She thought that as all of us despise you, we might enjoy a piss and shit weekend at your expense. Naturally, we all jumped at the opportunity, and for the next two days you will be used by all of us.” “You can’t be serious!” whined my husband. “Oh yes she is,” snapped his sister. “Every piece of shit, every drop of piss that we release is going into your mouth. We are going to make you so sick, this is going to be the best weekend of my life, watching you suffer!” After dinner, I ordered Michael to strip naked, telling him he was going to be that way all weekend. This embarrassed him greatly in front of all the women, but he knew better than to complain. When he was naked, Fiona noticed the cock cage, and I explained to her about his permanent celibacy. “Oh you poor man!” she said, without a hint of sympathy Before we knew it, she had slipped off her dress, revealing her skimpy black underwear. She looked absolutely gorgeous, with her firm white tits trying to burst out of her bra. She sat on my husband’s lap, put her arms around him and began kissing him passionately. I knew this was increasing the frustration he already felt, by the agitated look on his face. “She is a terrible cock teaser,” laughed her mother. “The number of boys she has driven wild!” “I tell you what,” I said to Fiona, as I unlocked Michael’s cock cage. “Why don’t you take your uncle upstairs for a while, and let him appreciate your naked body?” Fiona was delighted to comply, and led my husband upstairs by the hand. The rest of us chatted and drank for the next hour or so, and then the lounge door opened to reveal my naked husband and niece. He was in a terrible state, tears of frustration running down his face, and his little cock still throbbing wildly. “I told you,” said my sister proudly. “Look at the job she has done on him, he is in agony!” The rest of us laughed, and gave the young minx a spontaneous round of applause. “Can I shit in his mouth now Aunt Rosemary?” Fiona asked me. “Of course you can dear,” I replied. “You have earned it!” I put a rubber mat in the middle of the room so that we could all watch, and Fiona ordered her uncle to lie on his back. She squatted over his face, and quickly filled his mouth with shit as we all applauded. For all the shit he had eaten, it was not getting any easier for Michael, as we noted by the look of disgust on his face. We all laughed at him as he forced down Fiona” shit. By a happy coincidence, all four of our guests were ready to shit at the same time. So as soon as Fiona got up, her mother added her stinking load. Then my Mom presented her substantial as to my husband’s face, and let go her offering. By this time, my husband was more than full. He looked up and saw his sister standing over him. “Please sis,” he begged her. “I honestly can’t take any more!” “Don’t sis me you piece of crap,” she sneered, kicking him viciously in the side. “I have waited a long time for my revenge, and you are going to eat my shit no matter what, and you had better keep it down!” She emptied her bowel into his mouth, and watched with a smile as he chewed on the turd she had given him. It took him a long time, and try as he might he could not hold it down. He vomited violently over the mat. This annoyed Mary, and she kicked him savagely half a dozen times with her high-heeled shoes. Over the next couple of days, each of us women used my husband countless times, and he spent a lot of time being sick. As if that were not bad enough, he cried many more tears of frustration. When he was not being used as a toilet, one or other of the women made lick their feet, pussies, asses or tits. As I left his cage off, he spent most of the weekend with an unsatisfied erection. Believe me, it was wonderful to watch! The weekend finished with all the women promising that Michael would be seeing a lot more of them, and his sister spitting in his face. Chapter 3 Before we knew it, Adam’s 18th birthday had come around. Candy was really excited, because she had been looking forward to introducing her brother to the taste of her shit. Even the not very bright Adam had noticed that she had become more arrogant and aggressive towards him on the run up to his birthday. On the evening of his birthday, Adam was surprised to see me come into his room wearing only my short night-dress. I took his hand, and told him to follow me. As we entered the bathroom, his face dropped as he saw his father lying naked in the bath with his equally naked sister sitting on a small, custom made toilet seat just an inch above his face. “Happy birthday little brother,” she smiled at him. “Tonight your life is going to change big time!” “What’s going on?” asked Adam, looking more than a little scared. “Candy is about to use your father’s mouth as a shit hole,” I explained. “Just as she and I do every day. I want you to watch this so that you can see how it is going to be for you from now on. After Candy has finished with your father, you are going to take his place and eat my shit. I think you should taste your mother’s shit first. In future of course, you will be eating your sister’s as well.” “You’d better believe it!” added Candy. “Watch and learn little brother!” With that, she proceeded to fill her father’s mouth with her shit, as her brother looked on with horror and disgust. When her full load had been dropped and eaten, and her father’s mouth filled with piss, she jumped out of the bath. “Kneel down Adam,” she ordered. “And I will give you an idea what it is going to be like.” With my instruction to do as she said, Adam sank to his knees. Candy first made him lick up the last few drops of piss from her pussy, then turned her back and leant forward. “Now spread my ass cheeks, and lick up the remains of shit,” she instructed. Adam leaned forward, and tentatively licked at the shit, gagging immediately. “I can’t do that,” he wailed. “It’s disgusting!” “Don’t be a baby,” I admonished him. “What you are going to get in a few moments will be far more disgusting. Now lick that shit from your sister’s ass!” Adam licked it all up, gagging repeatedly. Michael got out of the bath, and slunk off to the bedroom. I ordered Adam to lie down in the bath. “Please don’t make me do this Mom,” he whined. “I just can’t eat shit, it’s too awful!” I told him to shut up, as I put the toilet seat over his face and sat down. Instructing him to open wide, I began to drop his first ever turd into his mouth. “Here it comes little brother,” laughed Candy. “Enjoy!”taboo sex storiesAdam retched as the foul turd hit his tongue. He moaned as I forced the whole thing into his mouth and told him to eat it. I thought several times that he would throw up, but he finally managed to get it down. I gave him another large one followed by a bladderful of piss. He managed to swallow it, but it was all too much and he vomited over his chest. I told him to clean up and go to bed. I also added that Candy and I would expect him to keep our shit down much better in future, so he had better learn fast. A few days later, I arranged at Candy’s suggestion to have Adam’s cock locked up, to prevent him jerking off and keep him frustrated just like his father. At about the same time, Candy mentioned to me a friend of hers, Angel, who worked in a local restaurant as a waitress. “She is a real arrogant, dominant bitch,” Candy told me. “She would be perfect to deal with Adam, maybe even be the perfect wife for him!” “That’s interesting,” I replied. “Let’s go to the restaurant with Adam, and I can check her out.” So next day, Candy Adam and I found ourselves in the restaurant. Angel came over to take our order. She was a beautiful young girl of 18, with long, jet-black hair, ample tits and long strong legs. I guessed she was about the same height as Candy. The two of them said hello, and Candy introduced me. I liked her immediately. “Who’s the sissy boy?” asked Angel, not mincing her words. “My wimp brother,” explained Candy, as Adam’s face reddened. “Looks like a real limp dick to me,” Angel went on. “You got that right!” agreed Candy, and the three of us laughed. We told Angel what Candy and I wanted to eat and drink. “What about sissy boy?” she replied. “Is he not eating?” “Oh Mom and I will be feeding him later,” Candy told her. “How do you mean?” she enquired. Candy lifted her ass and pointed to it. “You’re kidding me!” Angel exclaimed. “Boy, would I love to see that!” “What time do you finish?” I asked her. “In about twenty minutes,” she told me. “Well why don’t you come back with us,” I suggested. “Maybe you could help us feed him.” “You are on!” Angel squealed. “I’ll get your order. Are you sure he is not going to have something?” “Well maybe something to drink,” I suggested. “Can you recommend anything?” I had a twinkle in my eye, which she spotted. “Yes I can,” she said knowingly. “Back shortly.” She came back a couple of minutes later, with a huge glass full of a familiar looking cloudy yellow liquid, which she put in front of my son. “It’s not all mine,” she explained. “I got some help from Julia and Bridget in the kitchen. Let me see you drink it up sissy boy, while it’s still warm.” Adam picked up the glass, and managed to down the lot in four attempts, gagging violently after each one. He shivered with distaste as he put the glass down. “If you think that was bad,” Angel said, as she picked up the glass. “Wait until I have got you under my ass later on!” With that, she spat in Adam’s face and went to collect our food order. When we got back to our place, and settled in the lounge, the very confident Angel asked if she could have some fun with Adam. I said sure, whatever she liked. She slipped off her panties, pulled her dress up to her waist, revealing her thick black bush, and sat on the sofa. “Kneel down here boy,” she ordered Adam. “I could do with some pussy licking.” I could see by the look on Adam’s face that he had never done this before, and that he found the idea repulsive. He hesitated, and Angel grabbed his hair and pulled his face between her smooth white thighs. “Start licking boy,” she commanded. “And make it good!” Adam began licking, not knowing what he was doing. Angel was not pleased, and kept giving him commands. These were each punctuated by a lifting of his head, and a savage slap to the face. To Candy’s and my amusement, his cheeks were soon a deep shade of red. I got up to get some drinks from the kitchen, and Candy followed me. “She is fantastic isn’t she?” she remarked. “She certainly is,” I agreed. “I think we may just have found his future wife!” As we returned, Angel was slapping Adam again, just as my husband entered the room from the other side. With an uncharacteristic stern tone, he asked Angel what the hell was going on. With a face like thunder, Angel pushed Adam to the floor, and jumped to her feet. Putting her hands on my unsuspecting husband’s shoulders, she brought her powerful young knee savagely up into his balls. The pleasing scream of agony that came from him told me that she had hit her target perfectly, and Candy sniggered as she watched her father drop to the floor clutching his damaged nuts. Angel was not finished however. She pushed Michael on to his back, and put her bare foot on his face to prevent him rising. “If you ever question me again,” she yelled. “I will get your wife and daughter to hold your legs apart while I kick your miserable little balls to a pulp. Do you understand?” “Yes,” he mumbled from under her foot. “Now get out!” she yelled. It was hilarious to watch the so-called man of the house scramble painfully to his feet, and run out of the door in fear of the teenage girl. “I hope I didn’t go too far with your husband,” she said to me. “Not at all,” I assured her. “I loved watching you hurt him, I don’t know why we haven’t treated him the same way.” “I think we will in future,” added Candy, with a wicked grin. Angel went back to Adam who was now sitting on the floor. “Come here you fucking little sissy,” she cried, roughly pulling his head back between her legs. “Get your tongue back in my cunt!” The three of us drank and chatted while Adam carried on licking her, getting a few more slaps along the way. When she was finally satisfied, she lifted his head and asked him if he had ever done any French kissing. “A little,” he replied. “Good,” Angel went on. “Because you are going to French kiss my asshole!” She turned her back, and thrust her ass in my son’s face. She told him to push his tongue in as far as he could, and get a taste of her. She kept him at this for several minutes. “Oh I am going to give you so much shit in a minute,” she told him. “I am going to fill your sissy mouth with it, and make you eat it all!” Eventually, Angel told Adam to stop, and lay on his back on the floor. She knelt beside him. “I think a little starter before the main course,” she said. “Open wide.” She filled her mouth with saliva, and spat right into Adam’s mouth. She repeated this a couple of times, and then put her face very close to his. She then proceeded, one by one, to empty the snot out of each nostril on to his tongue. I laughed to see him retch, as the slimy stuff slid down his throat. I was learning from this young girl by the minute! “Main course now,” she whispered, as she squatted over his mouth. She shit in his mouth as though she had been doing it for years, and then instructed him to chew and eat it all, while taunting him for being such a sissy ass licking shit eater. When she had finished giving him what turned out to be a very large load, I got up, removed my panties and stood over my son. “Well, does Angel’s shit taste as good as Candy’s and mine?” I asked him. “It all tastes absolutely foul,” he winced. “Oh good,” I responded. “I would hate to think you were enjoying this!” I took my place, and gave Adam another hefty load. So much so, that he was begging for mercy before I had finished. And he hadn’t had Candy’s offering yet! When Candy did get up, and slip off her panties, Adam tried to reason with her. “Please sis, Angel and Mom have given me so much,” he pleaded. “I just don’t have any more room!” “Then you had better make room,” Candy answered cruelly. “Or would you rather I stood you up and got Angel to do what she did to Daddy earlier, only twice as hard?” “Alright,” sai
  5. “Wendy, I’ve told you before. You are NOT going out without a bra on, and that’s final,” said Wendy’s mother, Bea, as she caught her daughter sneaking out of the house for school. One glance at her daughter’s tight school blouse had confirmed that her fourteen-year-old daughter had not put one on, again.“Oh mom, c’mon, I’m late for school!” complained Wendy, looking down at her own chest – was it that obvious?“Not my problem. I told you before that you’re not to go to school without one.”“Aw, mom, no-one will know!”“Wendy,” sighed Bea, she’d been through this argument many times, “I told you before – you’re a big girl now. You can’t go out like that, it really does show.”“I’ll put one on tomorrow, promise. It’s just that I’m late now,” said Wendy trying to get away.“No!” yelled her exasperated mother and grabbed Wendy’s arm. Pulling her back into the hall she closed the front door firmly.“Look!” she said, pushing Wendy in front of the hall mirror. “Can’t you see?”“See what?” said Wendy in an annoyed, bored tone.At that moment, Mark, Wendy’s younger brother came through the hall on his way to school.“Nice tits!” he said, cheekily.“That’s enough of that!” called Bea at his retreating back. Mark slammed the door noisily.Wendy sulked in front of the mirror. Bea tried a conciliatory tone. “Look Wendy, it really does show.”She pulled Wendy’s tight-fitting school blouse in slightly at the waist making her breasts stand out even more. The nipples poked the material into small peaks. Wendy was large breasted, like her mother, and her breasts, that months ago had seemed like puppy fat were now becoming all too apparent as she slimmed down.“It’s my body – I don’t have to do what you say!” spat back Wendy.This made Bea angry – she had tried being nice with no result.“Wendy! You are NOT going out without a bra and that’s my final word!” she yelled.“Screw you!” hurled back Wendy.Bea looked at her daughter, shocked. Her daughter stood before her, chest thrust out defiantly. She had never heard her daughter use such language or that tone on her before. Enraged, she lashed out and slapped Wendy firmly across her breasts with her open hand. Wendy screamed in surprise and the stinging pain but was so angry with her mother that she slapped her mother back. Bea had not yet dressed and Wendy’s hand slapped her straight across her large breasts that were covered by nothing except the flimsy material of her night dress. The slap caused tears of pain to run down her cheeks. Bea was livid.“How dare you slap me young lady!” she roared and made a well-aimed slap connect with Wendy’s breasts again.Wendy clutched her chest in agony before launching herself at her mother with fury. Grabbing handfuls of her mother’s ample breasts she squeezed the flesh hard, making her mother gasp with pain as she pushed her back against the wall. In retaliation, Bea reached out and grabbed her daughter’s breasts, tearing open the buttons of her school blouse in the process and exposing the smaller, but well-formed breasts of her daughter.Now mother and daughter engaged in a battle of will versus pain. Staring defiantly into each other’s eyes they kneaded, twisted and pulled at each other’s breasts as pain seared through their bodies.Eventually, due to her superior strength, Bea began to get the upper hand. Sensing near victory she pushed her daughter to her knees by her breasts and leant over her, victorious. Wendy, sensing that she was about to lose her grip on her mother’s jugs, leant forward and bit into the flesh dangling before her. He mother screamed in pain.“You vicious little bitch!” she screamed and released her grip on Wendy’s young breasts immediately.Wendy savoured her moment of victory over her mother and bit harder into the tender breast whilst simultaneously reaching up and tugging viciously on the exposed nipple of the other. Her mother now sobbed in agony, begging her daughter to release her tender breasts from her clasp. Wendy was unsure whether to trust her mother yet and held on a little longer but once she was certain that her mother had given up the fight she let go and stood defiantly in front of her, her own sore breasts pointed naked and proud in front of her.Bea clutched at her reddening sore breasts, scooping one up to examine the damage left by Wendy’s vicious mouth. She felt a little faint as the waves of pain receded. Wiping away a tear she said, “You were always biting me when you fed from these too.”Wendy suddenly felt very guilty at what she had done to her mother. The woman who had given birth to her and had fed her at her own breast.“Oh mom, I’m so sorry….” she started, looking down at her mother’s exposed breasts that were reddening from the pummelling they had received at her hands. Instinctively she reached out to touch one, to make it feel better, but her mother flinched away as she reached out.“Oh mom, I’m not going to hurt you any more. I just wanted to make you feel better!”Slowly, cautiously, Bea dropped her hands from her sore and aching breasts as Wendy reached up to gently hold them. She gently stroked the area that she had bitten, her face wincing with imagined pain at the hurt she had just caused. Bea smiled and reached up her own hands to cup her daughter’s tender breasts and gently stroked the red streaked flesh better.Bea grinned broadly. “Look at us,” she said and Wendy had to laugh at the ridiculous sight they made in the mirror – mother and daughter, stroking each other’s bruised and battered breasts.“Come on,” she said, “Go and sit down and I’ll get some ice – you can’t go to school like that!”While Wendy went and flopped on the sofa, Bea went to the kitchen and fetched some ice that she rolled up inside a cloth. All the time she felt a strong throbbing ache from her own breasts.Kneeling beside Wendy she first told her to remove the ripped school blouse she was wearing. Wendy winced as she tried to undo the remaining buttons so Bea helped her daughter with it, undoing the buttons down to her waist then finally pulling it off her arms, leaving her daughter’s chest fully exposed. Gently she put the ice-pack to her daughter’s sore breasts and dabbed at the tender teats very carefully.“Ooh!” shivered Wendy. “Thanks mom. That feels really great – why don’t you try it?”She took the cloth from her mother’s hands and, slipping the ripped night dress from her mother’s shoulders, tended to her breasts with the ice-pack. Bea hung her head back, letting her long hair slide down her back and enjoyed the sensations of the ice-pack being gently moved over her full breasts. She could not prevent her nipples from becoming taught under the sensations, causing a frisson of pleasure and pain. Bea had thick, long nipples and in hardening they tugged at her breasts. Wendy giggled at the sight of them erecting under her ministrations; they were like two independent creatures. Playfully she brushed the back of her hand over one nipple, enjoying the rubbery feeling and the way it bounced back into position. Her mother winced at the sensation.“Ouch! That’s really tender right now!” she complained.“Sorry mom,” said Wendy. She looked down at her own nipples which had also hardened into two tight little nubs, but they were nowhere near the size of her mother’ immense teats. Wendy felt slightly envious and wondered if her own breasts would ever be as large as her mother’s. She suddenly had an insane desire to suckle at one of the rubbery teats and wondered if it was a hangover from when she was a baby. Did all children have a secret longing to suckle at their mother’s breasts again? She dismissed the idea from her mind and went back to dabbing the ice-pack on her mother’s breasts.“Mom….” began Wendy, coyly.“Yes dear? What is it?” answered her mother vaguely, eyes still shut.“Ummm, can I ask you something…?”“Anything….” breathed Bea.“Uhmmm…. Do I have to go to school today?”Bea opened her eyes and looked at her daughter sharply. Glancing at her daughter’s exposed breasts she saw that they still looked red and sore from her punishment of them. She felt a pang of guilt.“Well, no, my dear. But just for today until those get better.”Bea closed her eyes and hung back her head again. Wendy grinned happily and continued ministering to her mother’s throbbing breasts.Later that day the doorbell rang. Bea opened the door and recognised the woman immediately, it was Wendy’s teacher, Ms. Brahms. She was not smiling.“Hello Ms. Brahms, what can I do for you?”“Do you mind if I come in?”“Certainly not, come in and have a seat. Coffee?”“No. Thank you,” said Rachel Brahms coldly as she stepped past Bea and entered the living room.When they were both sitting Rachel came straight to the point, “Mrs. Lee, where is Wendy?”“Oh, in bed – she’s not feeling well today.”“Are you sure she’s really ill?”“Oh certainly, I… I examined her myself. Why do you ask?” said Bea, leaning forward.Rachel Brahms glanced down at Bea’s full breasts that surged into a cleavage in her low cut top. She couldn’t help noticing the red marks and this distraction flustered her slightly.“I… I wanted to check with you as Wendy’s taken a lot of time of school this year and I’m worried about her performance. Also, there was a more, uhm, personal matter.”Looking at Rachel, Bea could see she was somewhat uncomfortable. “Oh? And what would that be?”“Well, it’s a bit delicate, but could you ask Wendy to wear a bra to school in future?”Bea flushed. It was one thing for her to tell her own daughter to wear a bra but she resented this young teacher coming to her house and telling her what her daughter should or shouldn’t wear. She snapped.“What’s the matter? Can’t keep your eyes off them then?”Rachel’s eyes, which had once again slipped down to examining Bea’s enticing cleavage, flicked back to Bea’s face and for a face-reddening moment Rachel thought she had been talking about her looking at Bea’s own ample breasts. When she twigged she was horrified and stammered out an explanation.“Oh… oh no, I… I didn’t mean that at all! I simply meant that your daughter’s, uhm, well, breasts were a distraction to some of her classmates.” Oh dear, thought Rachel, this isn’t going at all how I imagined it.Bea sat up straight. She had noticed with contempt that Rachel had been ogling her own breasts.“I’m not so sure – you’re not exactly well stacked are you?” she said, cruelly referring to the small bumps in Rachel’s top. “Maybe you’re jealous. You certainly can’t seem to take your eyes of these,” she added, thrusting out her own full bosom.“I… I wasn’t!” stammered Rachel, blushing crimson.“Really?” said Bea and in one swift movement she had unfastened her top and her unfettered breasts sprang free.Rachel could not help but gawp at the magnificent sight of them. For the second time that day Bea felt inordinately proud of her breasts.“I… I have to go,” muttered Rachel, reluctantly tearing her eyes from Bea’s chest and standing.“Fine with me,” said Bea.Rachel rushed from the room and let herself out.As the door slammed Bea burst out laughing and Wendy joined her from the other side of the door where she’d been listening to the whole thing. Wendy too was topless; her breasts still felt too sore to be covered.“Oh mom, you were simply BRILLIANT!” she squealed and hugged her mother tightly.Naked breast to naked breast the two women embraced happily. (What follows is a work of fiction. 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A valkyrie meets a transgendered deity

It all stared when I was 18 years old. I was visiting my grandma. My cousin Annie lived with my grandma. She’s perfect. She is 5’9″ and skinny but not too skinny. She has 25C cup breast. Well when this started she was 22 and she looked the same but a little younger and smaller in all aspects. But she still had the breast. She has only grown a couple inches and 1 cup size. Anyways to the story. Annie and I were sitting around while my grandma was working. There was nothing on TV so we turned it off and started to play truth or dare. But with me at that age I didn’t know any good dares so she said “Why don’t we got my room. I want to show you something.” So I went. What would you’ve done at that age? So we get in room and she pulls this magazine out that is filled with all these taboo pictures. I asked what it was and she said without any embarrassment “I got it from my stepdad, I stole it from him.” So we start to look through the magazine. One of favorite pictures was a sister and brother. The brother was fingering his sister. With no pause I hear “Do that to me!!” So she pulls her shorts down and with those were her g-string and the front had a very small triangle to cover twat. By the way they were short shorts. They were so small her ass was kind a showing when she stood up. After I stared at her twat for about 3 minutes I got awaken by “Hey! Do it!” So I stuck my finger in and it felt so weird but it felt so good. After 10-15 minutes she concluded that the fingering was not pleasurable. “How do people get pleasure get out of this?” So she taught me how to give a hickey. But I’m not going to get into details no interesting things happened. She just put her cloths back on but without panties. So I was looking all day trying to get a glimpse of her twat. She even sometimes teased me know I was trying to see her twat. She would open the quickly close her legs. Oh what a great adventure that was to try to see her twat. I didn’t know this at the time either did Annie. But that was the last day I was going to be there for the visit. My mom retired 5-6 years later. I was 22 she was 27. She was a beautiful blonde. And I can prove she is a natural blonde. That got proved to me when I was 8. My mom and I were traveling from Maine to Texas. We had to stop in Boston to pick up my grandma. She wanted to travel with us. So my mom let her. Being her mom and all. We reach Nashville and my grandma calls the house to check on my cousin. Boy she was good at covering up she was having sex.(I later found out) My grandma was talking to Annie and she sounded like she was just regular. The my grandma let me talk to her. That’s when she started moaning and screaming. Knowing she was safe. Then she started to tell me all these things that had happened while my grandma was gone. In total she had 10 orgies,6 lesbian fucks, and 2 straight fucks. While I was talking to her she was doing #7. Then I listened for a while then had to get off. We reached Lubbock and my grandma called the hose and said we would be home at a certain time. Actually we got home 4 hours early and had to wait for either my whore of an aunt or wait for my personal fingering cousin. Well the whore came first. She walked up to me and said like I wasn’t family “Oh how you have grown” while squeezing my dick with no one noticing. Then 2 hours later Annie came home in an automatic. So you know how you only need one foot to drive those things. She had one leg up on the dash and had those shorts on. Not expecting me or my whores (grandma, aunt and , ma). But she didn’t put her leg down. My grandma was used to it. Well my grandma is one of those types that tries to find a reason to throw you out of the house. So for the first few weeks my mom and I were perfectly good. Actually not me. My cousin and I were talking and getting to know each other.incest sexting captionThen once the watch ended Annie and I went to the video store to rent some movies. When we got in there she told me to go grab as many R rated movies as I was interested in. So I grabbed about 3. One of them was the Hitchhiker. One that I had always wanted to see. She grabbed a bunch of porn movies. Then we went home and started to watch the movies. We started with the Hitchhiker. It was just done with the opening credits and the pusher was in the hotel and he was screwing his sister. That’s when it got all good. I guess she got hot and horny. I know I was. She stopped the movie rewound it. Then walked into the living room and told the whores that she was going to tell me about the dangers of high school and middle school. She didn’t want to be disturbed. If so I wouldn’t get the lesson and meaning of the story. She walked in unbuttoning her shorts as she walked in. Then we made a deal each time we got an idea of sex or feelings of having sex we would take a piece of clothing off. She went to the back of the room took off her bra so that we would be equal. She was the first to be naked. She got all of it off just in the first 5 minutes of the Hitchhiker. Just because the pusher was doing his sis. By the end of the movie I was down to my underwear. She surprised me with her next act. took her bra and tied it around my face as a blonde fold. She stuck all the videos in a bag and told me to pick one out . Well right there I was in pleasure. Having my cousin’s bra around my eyes. I picked it out it was a R rated movie but it sucked. It sucked so much that I don’t even remember what the title of the movie was. So we watched it but set it aside and did the game again. This time I picked a porn and boy was it good. “fist me tell I taste your fingers in my mouth” was the movie. So Annie wanted to try the fisting thing. We were in the middle of the movie when I felt a wet furry sensation on my back. But I didn’t feel any weight on my back. I was laying on my stomach. So I reached back and tweeked her nipple. That was the best moan or sound I had ever heard come from anything. Then she set her full weight on my back. It felt so great to feel her wet pussy and ass pressing on my back. OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! That feeling is the top feeling. I flipped over and it slipped in and I heard “OOOOOhhhhhhhh ok that’s bigger than I expected.” “Well there could be more.” I said. Then just seconds after that We heard the movie say “Want to know how to fist a girl or guy? You’ll need k-y jelly” Well That’s when we both in unison said “Damn!!!” So she grabs my hand and tells me “I want to experience it even if I don’t have lubrication.” So I followed the movie’s instructions. Then I finally had it in and started to move my fingers and she came 3 times in-a-row. She would come off one then start the next. Then said it was my turn she fisted my ass. Damn, I never thought a guy could get fisted. Well I did. I came twice. Just from that!!! Then all of a sudden “you’ve been a very bad boy!!!” she said. Se sat on her bed and ordered me to come bend over her knee. She spanked hard. She left a red mark on my ass for 2 hours from what she did. Then I got an idea. “Lets play truth or dare?!” “Sure.” “Truth or dare?” I asked. She yells “Dare!!!! Ooops!” “I dare you to go get the dog and bring him in here and fuck him.” She did and what a sight that was. A blonde girl with C cups bouncing back and forth. I couldn’t, resist I grabbed her tit and started to suck it. Oh, how smooth I thought. “Taste good, bitch?” “Oh, I’m a bitch?” she said, referring to my statement. She fucked him till he came then let him out. All the while keeping his cum in her, squeezing her vaginal muscles. The she said she didn’t want me fucking her dog cummed pussy. So she dared me to suck her like I was her baby. I never knew she had a breast pump and had been pumping her tit so that it would make milk. I started to suck it but it was the wrong way. “No, only suck the areola.” I did. I got a warm reward. You know what, breast milk taste really great. Then I guess she gave me all her right milk so she told me to take the left side milk. I did of course. Got all her left breast milk. I guess all of the sucking and getting all her milk and just the feeling of her tits being suck on so good put her over the edge because she had this huge orgasm right while I was finishing her breast. brother sister caption taboo storiesOut of no where we were interrupted by a phone call on my cousin’s personal line. The person calling was my other cousin. Ironically her name was Annie. Well Annie #2 lived just down my street. So my cousin told her to come down the back and hop in the backyard and we gave her a special knock. She knocked and we let her in and we asked her what she wanted to do. Of course we were dressed and she had no idea of what had happened just before she had came over. She answered with “I’m horny and want dick. So lets play truth or dare.” We started to play once again. The fist thing said in the game was “I want a dare!” That came from Annie#2. Annie#1 told her to give me a blowjob and if she wasn’t satisfied after I blew my load in her mouth to fuck me tell I came or she came. Which ever came first. Well she skipped the blow job. She just started to screw me harder than I had ever been done. Well she came first. I figure because she was so horny. Then I came and it was the best, largest, and biggest orgasm and third sperm shot I’d ever done. I was never able to blow a third like that. That’s when it happened my first Annie grabbed my ass and started to fuck me with her strap on dildo. That is weird. A couple after weeks later my cousin Annie (xx) came to Annie and I and told us that her period was late. It was supposed to be 3 days after our fuck fest. Annie told Annie #2 to wait 2 more weeks if it didn’t come within to tell her and she’ll buy a kit for her to test. Well those 2 weeks went by real fast and guess what now I’m a dad of a beautiful xx year old. She looks like her mom. Exactly. Well me and my fucking cousin. Annie (2),and Annie (xx), but mostly #2 are still fucking hard and loving it. we even started a tradition. My little Bri has learned how to please her cousin Muffin. She is pretty good at giving a blow job. Really daddy but she’ll find out later. My Annie #2 is now 5 months pregnant and still fucking me. The cool thing is that we get to see each other at school. We even fuck there but that’s 2 different stories. If you like my stories or want to make suggestions, or want to share stories just

My world was turned upside down. Grandma and Grandpa were here for the week, and I had to stay at home to spend quality time with them. It’s tough when you’re 15 to take time out from your busy and important teenage duties. My parents decided to take a couple of days off just for them and head to the beach. Grandma and Grandpa were left in charge. I had noticed something different about Grandpa when he was down to visit when I was 11. We had been playing a game of cards at the card table and from time to time he would rub my knee under the table. Then, one of those times his hand slid up my inner thigh and came so very close to my cunny. I felt an uncomfortable tingling. On this visit I got home after they had already arrived. I walked into my bedroom as he was coming out of my bathroom. He said for me to give my grandpa a big hug. He was taller and much bigger than me, so I had to reach up to put my arms around him. He stood up a little and kept my body pushed in to his. As he did this, he rubbed my bottom and squeezed it. Was this a normal greeting? Still, this was my grandpa, of course there was nothing strange going on. The Friday night my parents were gone changed my perspective forever. I had come home late to find that there were no cars in the driveway. Finally some time to myself! I went to my bedroom and shut the door and tuned out to the radio. 15 minutes later I heard a knock at my door. I turned down the radio and said come in. Who was still here, I wondered? The door slowly opened to reveal Grandpa. Oh great! He and I alone in the house. He told me that Grandma had taken the younger kids out for pizza and a movie. Since I did not get home in time he said he would wait here for me. Hmm, How very responsible of him . . . or maybe there was something else to it. He sat down on a big chair I had in my room and asked me about the teenage life, friends and school and stuff. Then, he said that while we were speaking of school, the school had called and said they were concerned that I may have been skipping one day last week. Oh, man! I didn’t think I’d get busted for that. Well, at least they called Grandpa. I should be able to weasel my way out of it. Right then he said he would not tell my folks but he wanted to know honestly if I was guilty or not. Not fearing retaliation, I admitted my folly. He said he would stick to his promise not to tell, but that he would have to take care of this himself. My stomach began to stir. Wait a minute! What is that supposed to mean?! He told me to wait there. I waited in nervous anticipation. When he came back in the room he was holding a large pingpong paddle. “No, no”, was all that I could say. He repeated to me that he would take care of it and no one else needed to know about it. I knew even a paddling from him would be better than the prison camp state that would await me if he told. I lowered my eyes and hung my head communicating to him my compliance. He told me to come and stand before him facing away. I did so. he was sitting in the easy chair and I was standing with my bottom facing him. He told me to lower my jeans to the floor and step out of them. As I did what he requested, all I could think was that this can’t really be happening. After I became pantyless, he told me to bend over, reach out and place my hands on the desk that was quite a stretch in front of me. I strained to do so. “I bet all the boys tell you what a nice ass you have.” Within an instant his hands were all over my ass, massaging and rubbing my young cheeks. I could hear his labored breathing. Then, SWACK! Ooh, it hurt! SWACK! SWACK! “Oh, baby! I like how your sweet ass bounces and jiggles!” He rubbed my ass more, grabbing up handfuls in lustful delight. He sounded like he was about to pass out. He pulled away from me again and SWACK! SWACK! SWACK!pornIs he going to spank me until they come home? That could be hours. It was then I thought, I might as well have a little fun myself. I’m driving this old man crazy! “Grandpa, please, please let me have a break,” I begged. He allowed it and I stood up rubbing my bruised bottom. It hurt more than I thought it would. “It’s so hot in here!” I turned around and stood right in front of him in my T-shirt and lacy panties. I watched his eyes go straight to my crotch. I stood there acting like I didn’t notice. As his eyes soaked me in, I reached up and snatched off my T-shirt in an instant! I wasn’t wearing a bra and my young, bountiful tits leaped out into the thin air and lightly bounced there in front of his shocked vision. “Honey, they are beautiful! Walk over here for Grandpa.” I slowly approached him until his groping hands met my tantalizing, swollen tits. I have never been and probably never will be felt up like that again! He exhibited such a thoroughness with zeal and passion. My nipples perked up and stood at his beckoning attention! I didn’t know my nipples could get so hard and maintain their constant erection! My panties were being soaked as I stood there taking in his elderly worship of my youthful, engorged melons. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I reminded Grandpa of my spanking and how it must be finished. I assumed the position – bent over with my ass facing him, legs straight, and arms outstretched in front of me just gripping the desk. “Wait! Don’t start yet!” I said. I reached back and pulled down my wet panties, taking them completely off with one swift movement. There I was bent over in front of him completely naked. I knew it was his wet dream come to life. As I thought about him staring at my beautiful, young, erotic body my juices started to flow more swiftly. Staying in position, I spread my stance so that he could take in even more of my pouty sex. I could feel his stare invading my most private, tender sanctums. “Touch me! Touch me! Touch me!,” I cried to myself. SMACK! was all I heard. And then the stinging! “OW! Grandpa, that hurt!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He rained down his best on my glowing red ass! “Tell me you like it.” he said. I was at the verge of tears. “I-i-i-i-i l-i-i-i-ike i-i-i-t, grandpa.” “That’s a good girl. You are a good girl, aren’t you? Bad girls are big teases, but I know you are my good girl.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And then silence, and all I could feel was the warmth of my well-spanked behind. Then, his hands were on the small on my back as he guided me toward the desk I was balancing myself on. He kept me bent over and soon the upper half of my body was lying face down on the desk. My tits were pressed down into the smooth, cool wood just by the sheer weight of my chest. He stood over me and massaged my lower back and tenderly rubbed my ass cheeks and upper thighs. “How’s my good girl now?” “Better, grandpa.” “Are you my good girl or you a bad girl?” He said as his large rough hands gently pulled my ass cheeks apart. “I-i -i-i-‘m y-y-our g-g-ood girl.” Before I could finish speaking, I felt his tongue licking up and down my exposed crack. He lightly flitted about my tense anus with tickling wisps. I could not relax to let him in. “Oh no. My good girl is so tight.” He dipped his finger down between my wet pussy lips and soaked his finger, Then he lubricated my anus with it and slowly pushed his way inside of me. He fingered me deep and rhythmically. I found myself rocking on the desk, rubbing my clit against the grain and thrusting back on his finger. “That’s a good girl!” I think he could tell that I was ready to explode because he stopped and withdrew from me. “Okay, now honey, follow my instructions very carefully. . . . slowly roll over and scoot back on the desk.” He stood back and watched me obey. Here I thought I would give the old man a thrill, and now I was totally obedient to him. I lay there, naked, feeling the slickness of the desk under me, now that my juices were everywhere. I looked up at him standing over me. His gaze was covering me from head to toe, I felt so young and helpless. He was so large standing over my vulnerable state. He stared at me without touching me until my sex ached and I had become too uncomfortable. He could tell I was squirming under this perpetual anticipation. “Do you want me to touch your body, honey?” I nodded yes. “Tell me. Tell your grandpa.” “P-p-p-please t-t-t-t-touch me, grandpa.” I was wondering if I was sounding like a little child. He bent over me and scooped up my waiting tits. He took them one by one as much as he could into his mouth. His tongue flickered at my nipples erecting them back to their rock hard state. My body writhed about uncontrollably on the desk. He did not divert his attention at all from my swelling titties when he said, “Spread your legs, honey, and bring your knees up toward the ceiling”. I did so without even thinking about it. He reached around and squeezed my still warm pinkish ass. I moaned and wiggled. He stood up straight and walked over to the end of the desk, so that he was staring right at my opened pussy. I was spread towards him and my cunt was visibly dripping its lust lotion. “You are doing very well, sweetheart.” He delicately pinched each of my pussy lips and spread them far apart until I felt the ecstatic limits of their stretching. “What a sweet, pink pussy hole you have. I bet all the little boys you date want to play with it.” He pushed the first digit of his thick finger inside of me. I rolled and rolled on it without choice. “Do you want grandpa all the way in?” “Y-y-y-yes, p-p-p-please, sir.” He slid it in smoothly until his knuckle disappeared inside of me. I rocked on him like crazy, moaning and crying out like a fool. All my dignity went out the window when he eased it back and forth in my begging chamber. All of a sudden, he withdrew and I audibly gasped! He straightened my legs out and spread my thighs apart as far as was comfortably possible. “Close your eyes, honey.” I froze there with my eyes tightly shut.porn and erotic storyA moment passed and then I felt him there, his tongue licking between my lips, sliding in and out of me, sucking on my enlarged clit. The rhythm, up and down – I was moving with him. He slid a finger up my ass and then another one up my pussy – with the other hand he began to roughly grope my tits and the whole time he sucked and flicked at my clit with his hungry tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore – his fingers thrusting with the same motion inside of me! His lapping tongue on my clit. I began screaming wildly – “Oh! oh! oh! oh! o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h!” He squeezed my nipple hard when I came, and drove his fingers deep and powerfully inside me. He just let me lay there pulsing on him, until I calmed down completely. Then, he got up, walked around to my head and kissed me lightly on the forward. “That’s my good girl.” He walked out of the room. I did see him until late when everyone got back. He acted as if nothing had happened, but before they left to go home, he did give me a pinch on the ass when no one was looking. I gave him a hug good-bye in front of everyone, and I felt all anxious inside when he said, “Now that’s my good girl!” It all stared when I was 18 years old. I was visiting my grandma. My cousin Annie lived with my…

aishwarya and amitabh,I awoke in a daze. Darkness. My mouth was extremely dry, and thick with the aftertaste of a night’s worth of booze. My senses were reeling, and I felt extremely weak and sick to my stomach. Where was I? What had happened? Better yet, what was happening? It was very cold, and I was sitting naked in a chair. A very uncomfortable chair, at that. I tried to move, but found that I was bound securely. My wrists had been bound so tightly that my hands were numb, and the circulation was in danger of being cut off. My legs had been tied as well, and try as I might, I could not move, besides the fact that was still feeling somewhat dizzy and weak.“Awake finally?” spoke a female voice. I opened my eyes, but found myself blinding by a light which streamed brightly into my face, and closed them again.“I’ll take that as a yes,” the voice said again, and I was aware of the light being turned slightly away from my face.“The other one’s awake too, Amber,” said another voice, further across the room. I opened my eyes again, slowly this time, allowing time to adjust to the light.The room was dim, save for the intense lamp that had recently been shone into my face. I was tied securely to a chair in the middle of the room, and there appeared to be another figure across the room, bound very tightly as well, though lying on the floor. In front of me stood the woman who apparently was Amber, the one who had been talking to me. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, with long, straight black hair, and eyes that were a piercing blue, and almost shone with coldness. She was pale, possibly attributed to the lighting, but it made her look almost like a vampire from out of the movies.“Now he’s definitely awake,” remarked a woman standing next to her. “You never told me he was so cute.” She looked over my body appreciatively, and Amber just laughed.“Doesn’t matter, Shanna,” Amber replied. “It’s not him I want.” Shanna looked to be possibly a few years younger than Amber, and sported a slight resemblance, as though they might be related. In contrast, she was not quite as tall, and not nearly as thin and shapely. Shanna’s hair was a light brown, and was shorter than Amber’s, and wavy. Shanna did not have the coldness about her that Amber seemed to project. Shanna just shrugged in response to Amber’s comment, moving closer to me and reaching out to run hand over my chest, and downward to my crotch.“Whew,” she breathed. “Can’t I have him when we’re done?”“He may not be around when we finish,” Amber responded. She glanced over, and I saw that there was another figure crouched next to the apparent other captive who was tied up on the floor.“Is that one awake, Kristi?” Amber asked.“Yes,” Kristi answered quietly. Kristi appeared to be the youngest of the group, from what I could tell, and there was almost a sort of innocence about her. I tried to make out who the figure was in the floor, but the lighting wasn’t good enough. Apparently it didn’t have to be, though, as Amber and Shanna proceeded to drag the person across the floor and deposit him nearby, where the light showed all.It was my best friend, Phillip.Memory was returning to me now. I vaguely remembered a night ago, or was it two nights? It was hard to tell at this point. I had been drinking, and so had Phillip and my other friend, Jonathan. Jonathan had invited this girl over that I had never met before… what had happened? Most was hazy after that… I was jolted back to reality when Amber slapped the shit out of me. She struck hard. I could feel the blood oozing out of my lip.“Where is he?” Amber demanded, her cold gaze cutting deep into my eyes.“What?” I asked, confused, and this earned me another slap across the face.“He raped and killed our sister,” Amber said, her voice full of anger and barely suppressed hatred. “Where is he?”“Your sister?” I stammered, still lost, licking the blood from my busted lip. “What… what do you mean??”“Katrina,” Amber said slowly, never taking her eyes away from me. Shanna watched in what seemed to be amusement, and Kristi was not even watching the spectacle. Memories of that night flooded through my mind…Katrina… I knew the name. It was the name of the girl Jonathan had been with.“I… I don’t know!” I exclaimed, and this earned me a full-force punch in the face, and I could feel the blood streaming from my nose as my eyes watered unbelievably from the stinging pain.“You might want to listen to her,” mused Shanna, with a half-smile.“Are you lookin’ for Jonathan?” called Phillip from the floor, and all eyes turned on him. Good, I thought. The attention is away from me now.“Yes,” Amber whispered, an almost fanatical gleam in her eyes. At this point, as I watched, I was wondering deep in my mind how I had even ended up here. I had been drinking a lot, it was true… had Jonathan raped and murdered Katrina after I had passed out? And then I had been kidnapped by these psychos, while I was still out of it? That almost had to be it.“We don’t know where he is!” Phillip tried to convince them. “Last time we saw him, he was with that girl. I was too drunk to know-” He yelped as Amber kicked him in the head, silencing him.“Then we’ll do this the hard way,” she said, turning back to me.“I bet I can get it out of him,” Shanna said, moving over to me. I gasped involuntarily as her tongue began to caress my flesh, while she took my very penis in her hand. It soon began to stiffen, and she bent lower, her mouth closing around the head of it.My breathing was really heavy now, and my heart was pounding faster than it had in weeks as she gently sucked away. Oh, my god… Amber and Kristi just watched, as I moved quickly toward my climax. Just before I orgasmed, though, an unbearable pain shot through me as Shanna bit into my cock, drawing blood. I cried out in pain, and I became limp in no time. Oh, shit, this hurt like nothing ever before… he she just kept adding more and more pressure!“Tell us, or she’s going to bite it off,” Amber said to me, and the fact that she was almost smiling would have led me to believe she was joking if not for Shanna’s mouth around the head of my cock, and her sharp teeth threatening to remove it forever! I screamed, not able to take much more.“Please!!!!” I shouted over and over, and Amber just smiled and shook her head.“He isn’t very smart, is he?” Kristi commented.“All right!” Phillip shouted, catching Amber and Kristi’s full attention. “I’ll tell you where you can find him!” I sighed in relief as Shanna finally stopped, releasing me from the torment and moving away. She flashed a smile at me as I sat catching my breath, still wincing at the pain.“Where is he?” Kristi asked Philip.“Two houses to the left of mine, where you found us,” Philip informed them hurriedly. “The address is 1732 Chandler Street. He’s staying with a friend for today and tomorrow.” Amber and Shanna just looked at each other for a few seconds, Shanna smiling just slightly. Kristi looked down at Phillip, shaking her head with a sigh.“Wrong,” she said. “Jonathan left town, we’ve already been told.”“What?!” Phillip asked, his voice tinged with fear. “But he is staying there! Go look for yourselves if you don’t believe me!”“Since you’re a liar, we can’t use you,” Amber observed of Phillip. Then she turned to me.“If you think he left town, why are you asking us?” I demanded. “Why are you even doing this to us??”“Now, now,” Amber said. “We only need one of you. But I’m going to give you a chance to tell me the truth before one of you has to die. I wonder how long you two can live without oxygen?”“What are you talking about?” Phillip shouted. Amber glanced down at him in annoyance.“I think that one should be the one to go,” she said.“I agree,” said Kristi. “No contest.”“Wait! No!” Phillip began screaming. “I can-” at this point his sentence was abruptly ended, however. Kristi shoved her hands down over his mouth and nose. He struggled uselessly as his air supply was cut off, but he was bound too tightly to even move.“As soon as you tell me where I can find this Jonathan,” Amber said to me, “she’ll let him have some air.” Phillips eyes looked toward me pleadingly, yet I was helpless to do anything. I even attempted to make up answers to the whereabouts of Jonathan, but Amber would just shake her head, and Shanna just smiled knowingly. Phillip’s whimper was barely audible from beneath Kristi’s hands, and she just looked into his eyes as he eventually lapsed into unconsciousness, and finally death.“You just let your friend die, you know,” Amber said to me. I spat at her, and all three began laughing at me.“Tell me now, or you’ll be suffering the same fate,” Amber said, her voice like death itself.“Fuck you, you psychotic bitch,” I spat.“Have it your way,” she said with a shrug. “Shanna?” I struggled with all my might in the next instant, but I was helpless to move to defend myself.Shanna walked around to the back of the chair, and Amber punched me in the stomach, which was unexpected, and I gasped for breath. I felt like puking. At this point, I felt Shanna’s hands close over my mouth, and my nose was pinched shut as well. She was smothering me. Amber and Kristi just watched nearby, and I sat in the chair like an object for their entertainment.“I guess we’ll just have to find Jonathan on our own,” sighed Amber. I struggled to draw breath against Shanna’s warm hands, but it was impossible. I was going to die for their amusement. Almost a minute had passed by now.“So, what’s for lunch?” Kristi asked.“I guess we’ll dump their bodies and then we can try that new Mexican place down the street,” Amber said. “Have you been there yet?”“No, but I heard it was good,” replied Kristi.“I’m hungry too,” I heard Shanna say from behind me. “Hurry up and die, will you?” It had been a minute and a half, and I was getting dizzy. I would have begged for mercy had I been able to, but it was too late. I began whimpering, and apparently Shanna felt it beneath her palms, and laughed at me. After two minutes had passed, I felt myself slipping… slipping into darkness…“Good, I don’t think it should be too much longer,” Shanna assured the others as I drifted into unconsciousness. A short while later, I was dead, and no one would ever know what had happened to me. Just as their Katrina had disappeared, so had Phillip and I. Had it truly been justice?“Do you think there’s a chance we’ll find Jonathan now?” Kristi asked.“Of course,” Amber replied. “He’s staying with his friend today and tomorrow. I believe the address is 1732 Chandler Street.” She smiled almost innocently after saying this.“You mean you knew all along?” Kristi asked, taken aback.“Of course,” Amber responded. “Shanna and I both did.”“The punch here is great,” Shanna commented two hours later, when her, Amber, and Kristi sat together in the new Mexican restaurant down the street.

A few years ago I broke up with a girl I was dating for about six months. I caught her…

Another year, another Wimbledon, another semi-final … another match point. Tina had heard it said that history repeats itself, but…First time being fucked by a dog

Another year, another Wimbledon, another semi-final … another match point. Tina had heard it said that history repeats itself, but this was surely pushing it. How could she have been so stupid…? She knew exactly how, of course. Ever since that fateful day this time last year, women’s tennis had changed beyond recognition. The photos in the next day’s papers had won her immediate condemnation from a bunch of people she did not care about, while also earning immediate super-celebrity status as one of the world’s leading sex symbols. The fact that she had ended up losing the match made no difference at all. The job offers came rolling in, though she politely declined all requests that she pose nude for men’s magazines, and her bank balance grew and grew…This fact was not lost on her fellow tennis starlets. At last year’s US Open, a succession of tiny microskirts made their way out on to the courts, and soon Tina found herself facing stiff competition. One girl, in particular, seemed to have hardly any inhibitions at all – her name was Laura Lessing and she had won the hearts and loins of millions of male admirers across the globe. She had first made news by wearing bright red French-cut panties under her short skirt, and though she received reprimands from numerous umpires she continued to wear similar underwear in tournament after tournament. Her skirts were generally not excessively minuscule, but they were made of such a light material that they flew up around her waist at the slightest breeze, and she was not quick to cover her modesty. She obviously adored the limelight.As did Tina, who found herself driven to further exhibitionistic acts on the court just so she could keep herself in the media spotlight. In the French Open, she had worn a skirt that only barely covered her buttocks, with lacy panties beneath. The skirt was made of a stiff material that would neither fly up nor ride up, but whenever she bent over she knew she was showing her panties to the crowds and the cameras.Her fan sites doubled in number, then trebled. Fan mail poured in, as did the contracts, and she carefully ignored the vicious backlash from conservative groups. The people she had intended to thrill were thrilled.For this year’s Wimbledon, she had prepared well. The stretchy skirt idea had been a good one, but it had been flawed. Now, however, she had ironed out the problems. A skirt had been designed and made for her specially – one that would ride up as she moved, but not too quickly. Unlike her night-club skirt of the previous year, this one would not end up around her waist. Indeed, even after the longest, most vigorous points, it would uncover no more than a centimetre of the lower curves of her buttocks. Thus she could be sexy, but safe in the knowledge that she was in control.The dress code for this Wimbledon had been re-written. With new money pouring into the game, big name sponsors had put pressure on the rules committee to allow the female players a little flexibility. In short, the players could wear skirts of any length as long as they covered the buttocks while the player was at rest and standing straight, and the underwear rules had been relaxed to permit any kind of underwear except thongs and g-strings. There had been fierce opposition to these changes, and a few resignations had occurred. But the changes had stuck.So, on the first day of the Wimbledon fortnight, Tina had strode on to the court wearing a semi-stretchy white miniskirt that covered her buttocks with almost an inch to spare, with a pair of pale blue French-cut panties underneath. The outfit had gone down a storm. Every day for the last week and a half, she had graced several pages of each and every tabloid in the country. She practically received a standing ovation every time she walked out on to the court.And today she faced Laura Lessing. Laura had received a similarly rapturous welcome on her first day, as she appeared on court wearing not only her trademark ‘flying’ skirt, but also a tight tank top through which the outline of her bra was clearly visible. The tabloids contained nearly as many photos of Laura as they did of Tina. In fact, over the last couple of days Tina had been incensed to discover herself almost marginalised by full-page spreads of Laura’s latest gimmick – a pair of French-cut panties that had been judiciously altered to turn them almost, but not quite, into a thong. And the committee did not object! This angered Tina. Laura was flouting the new rules and getting away with it!So last night, Tina had decided she was not going to be outdone in her own match. She had summoned her tailor (she never went anywhere without him these days), and given him the job of ‘editing’ her own panties. She showed him the picture of Laura’s bottom adorning the front page of The Quasar. “I want you to make mine even skimpier than that,” she said, “while still not being a thong.”Gerard’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “That … will be tricky,” he remarked. “But I’ll give it a try.”And so he had. The following morning, Tina was impressed with the result.“That will surely slip between my buttocks,” she observed critically.“It will, after a short while,” agreed Gerard. “But it’s not a thong – not quite. And I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of pulling it out of your arse every few points in front of the cameras.”Tina considered this, and a smile came to her lips. “Yes…” she said.“That will be fun.”But Martin, her manager, was outraged when he saw the garment. “You cannot wear that!” he exclaimed. “It’s hardly any bigger than the thong you wore last year! And just remember – you almost got banned from Wimbledon on account of that little stunt.”“It wasn’t a stunt!” objected Tina. “But that’s academic anyway. They’ve relaxed the rules since then, as well you know.”“But there are still rules,” Martin insisted. “And one of them is that thongs aren’t allowed.”“This isn’t a thong,” said Tina.“It virtually is. And when it’s bunched up between your butt cheeks, who’s going to know the difference?”“Who indeed?” Tina smiled wryly. “But I can easily prove to them that it isn’t.”Martin frowned, then turned on his heel and walked away.“He’ll get over it,” Gerard told her. “Now, about this top…”“Oh yes! Do you have it?”“It’s in your bag,” said the tailor. “Check it out – I think you’ll like it.”Tina hurried through to her room and placed the almost-thong on her bed next to her equipment bag. Opening the bag, she smiled as she spotted a white cut-off t-shirt folded neatly on the top. She smiled to herself.This was her latest gambit – exposure of the midriff. She pulled it out and held it up, giggling naughtily. Then she pulled out the miniskirt and sighed happily as she imagined the whole combination. This was going to be a good day. Finally she went through the rest of the equipment in the bag, making sure it was all present. She was not going to make the same mistake she had made this time last year!Placing her racquets in the bag first, she re-packed everything, leaving her clothing until last. She hesitated for a moment, then resisted the temptation to try the clothes on before packing them, too. She laid the panties and the skirt side by side on top of her track suit, then placed the t-shirt on top.“Tina?”She turned around at the sound of her manager’s voice. “Yes Martin?”“Waldo’s here – he wants to talk to you about tonight’s do.”Tina frowned. “Couldn’t he have phoned?”“He was in the hotel,” explained Martin. “Thought he’d ‘just drop by’ or something.”“Okay, I’m coming.” Tina stood up and went out to meet her agent.Waldo was a tall man with a thick crop of wild grey hair that always looked as if he’d been out in a strong wind. He had a habit of finishing every other sentence with “don’t you know” and his eyebrows bobbed up and down as he talked. Tina found him rather intimidating, but he was the best agent she’d had.“Ahem, well Tina, good morning and how do you do,” he pronounced sternly.“I’ve been chewing the old fat with the blokes at the press office and they happened to bring up the subject of interviews, don’t you know. So I thought to myself, as I am wont to do, ‘now here if I am not greatly mistaken is an opportunity old boy’ and …”Tina only half-listened, fascinated by his eyebrows, as Waldo trundled on through a terribly one-sided conversation at the end of which he paused, awaiting her response. She shook herself. “Ah, whatever you think is best, Waldo,” she said. “I trust your judgment.”“Most gratifying I am sure, well I’ll be tootling off now if you’ll pardon my flying visit – oh and I have another advertising contract I need to discuss with you, but it can wait until tonight, what? Or even tomorrow don’t you know. Toodle-pip.” And with that he swept out of the room.“We should be leaving,” said Martin, coming back into the room. “Are you ready?”“Sure,” said Tina. “Let me grab my bag.”She walked back into her bedroom and reached down to zip up her bag. Then she stopped. Something was not quite right. Her eyes narrowing, she slid her hand down the side of the bag and pulled out a white object that she had just glimpsed the corner of. It was a pair of conservative white panties.Annoyed, she flung them on to the floor. “Thought you’d try to convince me of the error of my ways, did you Martin?” she muttered.She said nothing to Martin as they left the hotel, and only in the car did she finally break her silence. “Honestly Martin,” she reprimanded him.“Sometimes you act just like my mother.”“Huh?” Martin looked puzzled.“The panties?”“Oh.” Martin flushed and responded defensively, “Well I’m sorry, but there are limits, you know.”“Just forget it,” said Tina.In the Centre Court changing rooms she met up with her arch-rival, and today’s opponent, Laura Lessing. “Hi,” said Tina rather coldly.“Hi Tina!” Laura gushed. “Wow, I’m so happy to be playing against you at last! You are my absolute hero, you know.”Tina was utterly disarmed, and found herself rather flustered. “Well, I…” she began. “Thank you! That’s nice of you to say so.”“I think it’s great what you’ve done for women’s tennis,” continued Laura.“You’ve possibly seen my, um … tributes … to your groundbreaking stunt last year…”“It wasn’t…” Tina began, before changing her mind. “Well, I guess I always figured you were trying to outdo me,” she said. “You must admit you’ve become rather popular yourself…”“I know!” Laura’s eyes were like saucers, as if she could barely comprehend the idea. “Isn’t it amazing? I mean, I’m nowhere near as pretty as you – I’m just overwhelmed at the attention I’ve got.”Tina chuckled. “Have you ever thought of, you know, toning it down a little?”Laura looked surprised. “Why, no,” she said. “Have you?” But she did not wait for a response before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper, “I just love to go a little further each time, you see. I know sooner or later I’ll get into trouble, but isn’t it amazing what they’ll let you get away with this year?”“Yes, it is,” agreed Tina. She sighed and began to undress. “Guess we’d better get into our skimpy outfits then.”Laura giggled. “Ooh yes,” she said.Tina pulled her t-shirt and skirt out of her bag, then stared into her bag in horror. Her heart plummeted into her shoes. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed.“What is it?” asked Laura in alarm.“My panties! They’re not here!”“What? Are you sure?”Tina suddenly realised with a shock that Martin had not only placed a conservative pair of panties in her bag, he had removed the other pair at the same time! “I don’t believe it!” she said. “My manager’s taken them out!”“Can’t you wear what you’re wearing now?” inquired Laura. “As I understand it, that’s what you did last year.”“I’m not wearing underwear,” hissed Tina sharply.“Ah,” said Laura. “Oops.”“Hey, are you wearing panties?” asked Tina on a sudden thought.“Yes but…”“Great! Can I wear them?”“No! I’m wearing the ones I’ll be wearing on the court!”“Oh.” Tina was crestfallen. “Good grief, what a fix.”“What skirt have you got?” inquired Laura.Tina showed her.Laura nodded. “Ah yes, I know that one. It doesn’t ride up much, does it?”“Not much,” conceded Tina. “But enough, probably.”“Maybe not, if you’re careful. And won’t it be awesome? Think of it – the first woman to play tennis at a Grand Slam tournament without panties!” Tina groaned. “I suppose it’s possible I might get away with it,” she said. “But I’ll be giving you the advantage.”Laura waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense,” she said airily. “You’re the better player – you’ll have no problems.”Tina stared at Laura, perplexed. “What kind of pep-talk do you give yourself?” she inquired. “Are you expecting to lose?”“I don’t mind.” Laura shrugged. “I’m just out to play my best and have a good time. I don’t have any illusions.”Tina shook her head in great puzzlement, then sighed as she considered her position. Eventually she decided to bite the bullet, and changed into her miniskirt, sports bra and cut-off t-shirt. The latter item caught her by surprise – it was far tighter than she had imagined.Laura whistled. “Wow, sexy!” Tina chuckled. The top really was tight – it clung to every curve of her breasts and the bra beneath made highly visible ridges in its fabric. She decided she rather liked the effect.But then she noticed what Laura was wearing. She gasped. “Oh my goodness!” Laura had really pulled out all the stops, knowing she was up against the woman who had started the whole revolution in women’s tennis wear. Her light skirt had been drastically reduced in length – it barely covered her buttocks – and she was wearing a tight lycra crop-top that made Tina’s t-shirt seem almost conservative. “How do I look?” she asked.“You look … naked!” exclaimed Tina.Laura giggled. “Why thank you!” she said.The two girls donned their track suits and walked out to meet the crowd, to whistles and cheers and great applause. They lapped it up. Then Martin arrived.“Where have you been?” Tina hissed.“Getting a drink,” he said. “What’s up?”“What’s up??” Tina fought to control her anger. “Martin you idiot, I didn’t realise you’d taken my panties out of my bag!”“Huh?”“Those ones you put in there – I threw them away! Now I have nothing!” Martin gasped in shock. “Oh … my … God,” he managed at last.“Tell me about it. Now do you think you can go and get me some?”“Well, I’ll try,” he said, “but you know what the traffic’s like. Remember the last time?”“You don’t need to go all the way back to the hotel,” she told him. “Just find a clothes shop.”Martin nodded. “Okay,” he said, and hurried off.The sky was overcast as the two girls took off their track suits to rapturous applause. Cameras snapped in their hundreds. Tina had stomach butterflies as she began her warm up with a few serves from the right-hand side of the court. But her skirt stayed put (pretty much), and she made sure its hem stayed well below her buttocks. The breeze on her naked pussy made her feel terribly uneasy, but she forced herself not to think about it, and tried to concentrate on serving well.Meanwhile, Laura was getting all the attention. She was leaping high in every serve, her skirt flying up to reveal a pair of white silk panties that were almost as small as the ones Tina had been planning to wear. And they looked as if they were several sizes too small. Already the material at the back was creeping between her buttocks, and she made no attempt to rectify the situation. And she took her time about bending over (with straight legs) to pick up balls from the grass.Tina was a little relieved not to have all the cameras scrutinising her, but also rather annoyed that the crowd was watching Laura and not her.Nevertheless, she did not dare to let her skirt ride any higher than it was doing already, so she forced herself to ignore her opponent’s exhibitionistic antics and the crowd’s response.The match began. As expected, Tina’s skirt did not ride up much, and she began to relax a little. She was careful not to allow any point to go on for too long (sometimes this meant giving Laura the occasional point, but she could afford them), and gradually she began to feel that she was, after all, in control. After four games, the score was 3:1, and Tina was about to serve in the fifth when it began to rain.It was just a light drizzle, but after only a couple of points the grass was beginning to get slippery, and after a meaningful glance from Tina, the umpire ordered the covers to be brought out. Tina was relieved – it would buy her some time before Martin got back.But the covers were not on for long. Five minutes later the rain had ceased, and the players were cleared to resume the game. This they did, but this time Laura had the advantage. The damp grass caused them both to slip on several occasions, but whereas Laura took this in her stride, relishing the opportunity to flash her panties yet again, Tina could not afford to let her skirt ride up at all. So she played it safe, taking only small steps, while Laura capitalised on the opportunity to break serve for the first time.The drizzle began again in the next game, but stopped after only a couple of minutes. Tina was by now getting rather frustrated. She lost to Laura’s serve, then lost her own serve after that. Things were not going well. On the positive side, the rain was causing her t-shirt to cling even tighter to her chest, and the material was even easier to see through now that it was damp.Laura could not help but notice this as she came all the way up to the net to slam home a winning cross-court volley. She realised that her own crop top was not the type of garment to turn transparent in the rain, and she wished she had thought to wear a thin t-shirt like Tina’s. But perhaps there was something else she could do…At the beginning of the ninth game, with the score at 5:3 (to Laura), Tina bounced a ball in front of her, glancing occasionally at her opponent. She watched as Laura hopped from one foot to the other, bouncing on the spot, and then frowned. Laura seemed a little more … bouncy? than usual.And then she realised the startling truth: that her opponent had taken off her bra! Laura’s crop top was now bouncing under the influence of a pair of decidedly unfettered breasts (and Laura’s chest was fairly large for a tennis player).“Two can play at that game,” thought Tina to herself, and she clenched her teeth in a new resolve.Determined to pull herself back into the match, Tina began to take a few more risks. She managed to win her serve, but then had a nasty fright in Laura’s service game. While running at full-stretch to intercept an attempted pass, she slipped and abruptly did the splits (almost) on the damp grass. She squealed in horror and immediately closed her legs, pulling her skirt down to cover her neatly-trimmed pubic hair.There were one or two puzzled stares from the crowd, but the glimpse had been too brief for them to be sure about what they had seen. Tina could almost hear their comments: “Did you just see what I saw? Well, I’m not sure… it looked like she’s not wearing panties… Of course, I could be wrong…”She got to her feet, somewhat rattled, and returned to the baseline. The next couple of points went badly, and soon she found herself facing the wrong end of a set point. Biting her lip in anxiety, she was almost wrong-footed as the ball came hurtling down the court to her right-hand side. She launched herself towards it.Her foot slipped, and shot backwards. She sank to the floor as the ball whipped past her unmet. Her skirt had ridden up again and she hastily pulled it down as she got to her feet. Again, the whispers…“Game and first set to Miss Lessing,” announced the umpire.Tina sighed unhappily and prepared to serve. The lack of a bra certainly had not severely handicapped her opponent’s game. In fact, she seemed to have acquired a new confidence and was making very few errors. Still, her serve was not strong and could be beaten.By serving well, and taking some judicious risks, Tina succeeded in winning her service game. Smiling to herself as she sat down, she decided to up the stakes in the battle for the press’s attention. As surreptitiously as she could, she unclasped her bra and slipped it off, pulling it out through the left arm-hole of her t-shirt and dropping it into her bag. Immediately the damp t-shirt clung to her bare breasts, and with an involuntary shiver she realised she could just make out her nipples through the thin material. She was sure that the press cameras would also be able to see them.Without bra or panties, she walked out on to the court in just a cut-off t-shirt and a microskirt. Feeling naked and vulnerable but also rather aroused, she winked at Laura before her opponent served. The sensation of playing with no restraints on her breasts, however, was too unfamiliar and her return went wide. Laura’s next serve she pounded back into the net.Cursing to herself, she prepared to try again. She was annoyed with herself for having so much difficulty playing without a bra, when Laura seemed to be managing just fine.‘She probably practices without a bra all the time,’ she thought to herself suddenly. ‘Oh heck, what have I let myself in for?’ She lost that game, and then her own service game. Now 2:1 down, she watched as Laura prepared to serve once again. Her nineteen-year-old opponent’s crop top seemed a little skimpier somehow, and Tina frowned.What had the dratted girl done now? A brief rendezvous at the net in the next point answered her question.Laura had folded over part of her top, so that not only was it now more revealing, but it was also serving to keep her breasts in place more effectively. This was a clever plan, but it was risky – too much bouncing and Laura’s breasts would pop out from underneath the crop top. No doubt that added to the girl’s thrill.The drizzle began again, but not before Tina had broken serve, and then held on to her own serve, to bring the score to 3:2. As the two girls sat down in their respective places, the umpire leaned over to speak to Tina.“Miss Hathaway?” he said.Tina looked up guiltily. She folded her arms across her chest, convinced he was going to reprimand her for removing her bra. But she was mistaken.“How’s the court?” he asked. “I’m considering abandoning play, but it’s up to you two. Miss Lessing is happy to continue, so it’s your decision.”Tina thought for a moment. Martin was not back yet, but he surely would be soon. And she was beginning to play better now. Finally she was back in the lead, and she was becoming confident she could stay ahead until the end of this set. Furthermore, she was enjoying the way the drizzle was making her t-shirt more see-through every minute. “I’m okay for the moment,” she said. “It’s not that bad out there.”“Very well,” said the umpire, nodding.Tina took a swig from her water bottle, then got up and returned to the court.Two lost games later, she was regretting her decision. The drizzle had stopped, but the ground was still rather wet and slippery. She no longer felt she had an excuse for requesting that play be abandoned, and her t-shirt was not getting any more transparent. Facing what could possibly be her penultimate game of this tournament, she decided to go all out in her efforts to win the publicity battle. If she could not win the match, at least she could still steal the next day’s headlines from that upstart Laura.Carefully and deliberately, she poured the remaining contents of her water bottle over her chest, making sure she covered both breasts equally. The material quickly turned almost completely transparent, and despite herself she gasped at the sight of her breasts staring back at her. The wet t-shirt clung tightly to every contour and concealed nothing.Holding her head high (while trying not to meet anyone’s gaze), she marched out on to the court once again. Laura did the same, but then her jaw dropped as she saw Tina’s transformation. Tina saw her giggle and then hold up a thumb in admiring support.“Miss Hathaway…” came the umpire’s voice over the loudspeaker.Tina trotted over to speak to him.The umpire leaned over and said, “Enough is enough, Miss Hathaway. This is not a wet t-shirt contest, it is a tennis match. The new rules regarding the dress code are there to encourage freedom of expression, not indecent behaviour. Do you have another shirt?”“I’m afraid not,” confessed Tina.The umpire sighed. “And where is your bra?”“It broke,” Tina lied.“All right, but one more lewd act on your part and I will disqualify you and ban you from the tournament. The whole tone of this event has dropped through the floor, and I’m damned if I’m going to take it any more.”Tina nodded. “I understand.” Rather subdued, she returned to the court.The game went badly. Tina found her t-shirt highly distracting, and with every bounce it rode higher and higher and threatened to expose her breasts to the world. Soon it was revealing as much flesh as Laura’s crop top.Nevertheless, she liked the effect and did not attempt to replace it, until she heard a warning cough from the umpire. She hastily pulled it down.She lost that game, and prepared to serve to stay in the match. She served well, but a good return surprised her and she failed to clear the net with her follow-up shot. Then she noticed that her vigorous serve had resulted in her t-shirt being hoisted up high on her chest. Only a half-inch of material extended below the lower curve of her breasts. Rather reluctantly, she pulled the t-shirt down.The next few serves had similar effects, but a longer point almost resulted in her breasts popping free of the t-shirt entirely. She won two points, but also lost two.So now she was at match point, again, and this time her predicament was even worse. What could she do? If she preserved her modesty and lost, was that any better than going all out and perhaps being banned from the rest of the tournament? Probably not.She served, and at once felt her t-shirt climb up again. But she ignored it and concentrated on trying to predict where Laura’s return would end up.It was short – that was good. Tina raced forward and whipped the ball over to the far corner. But Laura, realising the danger, was already almost there. She hammered it back down the line, and Tina had to lunge to reach it. She made it, just, and the ball bounced high off her racquet – a mis-hit.Laura was quick to take advantage, her chest bouncing as she ran around the back of the ball. She attempted to fire it down the right-hand line, but Tina caught it at the net with a drop volley. However, it bounced harder off her racquet than she had intended, leaving Laura with an easy opportunity for a lob. Tina raced backwards, only to find to her horror that Laura was not going for the lob at all. She was responding with a drop shot of her own.Tina sprinted forwards, just reaching the ball in time. But as she dug her feet in to brake herself, they slid on the wet grass, shooting right under the net. Tina yelped as she fell to the ground and slid forwards on her back. Her skirt, caught by the net as she passed beneath it, was yanked up to her waist. Her t-shirt was pulled up by sheer friction, both on the ground and on the bottom of the net, until it was wrapped around her neck.At this point Tina came to an abrupt halt, with her head on one side of the net and her rather unclothed body on the other.The crowd fell into a stunned silence, then erupted in a cacophony of wolf-whistles, cheers and thunderous applause. The umpire’s announcement of “Game, set and match to Miss Lessing” went completely unheard. Laura, meanwhile, walked over to where Tina was lying with her pussy and breasts fully exposed to the crowd and to the world’s photographers. She looked down at Tina and smiled.“You win,” she said.THE END This story deals with my tales of a Mistress and her sluts, it is quite descriptive and graphic.It is copyrighted but you may save it and print for your easier enjoyment.Please enjoy a glimpse into my dark fantasy world.Oh, what to wear? Ambyr asked herself, tonight was going to be so special, she was going out for the night with her Mistress Alexia, her world, her love, the only woman she thinks of at night.She wanted to wear something her Mistress would like, would like to peel off her and something that would make her wet thinking about what was underneath. She laid out the clothes on her fluffy bedspread, a tight black lycra top long sleeve, with silver flowers over her nipples, tight around her neck, forming to her little sexy body. A very short vinyl skirt, black with the same silver flowers running around the bottom, and a zipper up the side. She pulled on her favorite tight satiny white panty, see through in the front so she could see her little v shaped bush, and high cut in the back, god how she loved the feel of them clinging to her young sexy hips and ass. She then strapped her white satin bra with black highlights on, rubbing her nipples through the satin, suddenly feeling a rush of warmth in her pussy she stopped, oh!She didn’t want to get wet to soon her Mistress might get mad if she was all sticky with juice when she smelled her and tasted her tonight. She wrapped her skirt around her hips and zipped it up, pulled on her shirt and put on some knee high white stockings and shiny black heels.As Ambyr stood in front of her full length mirror she had a quiver of excitement because she looked so naughty and tempting, thinking of the guys that would drool over her and how she would hold her Mistress’s arm lovingly clinging to her like she was taught.Mistress Rain bow owned her completely and totally, she wouldn’t think of doing anything with anyone else unless her Mistress instructed to do so, oh how she loved being her naughty little Slut (I use the term with so much love it hurts).Well she better stop looking at herself or she is going to cum thinking of tonight and she wanted to try to be fresh for her Mistress, she walked downstairs and said goodbye to her mom telling her she is probably going to be staying at Alexia’s house. Her mother said fine, be careful sweetie, laughing softly, how silly, if only her mom knew how bad she was going to be tonight she would never let her go out again.She got in her car and drove to Mistress Alexia’s house, it was just getting dark as she got out of her car and knocked at the door, she waited breathless, hoping her Mistress will approve of her choice of clothes. The door opened and there she stood clad in such a sexy outfit, it made Ambyr get wet from the sight, Ambyr saw the surprise and sexy, approving look from her Mistress as she eyed her body and outfit up and down.Ambyr went in and got on her knees and hugged her Mistress’s legs, looking up at Alexia she felt her panty start getting a wet spot but couldn’t help it at all, Her Mistress was all she ever wanted! Alexia told Ambyr how lovely she looked and how she was going to have a surprise for her little slut tonight, Ambyr quivered with excitement wondering what that could be. She would do anything at all for her Mistress.Alexia led here to her bedroom and turned to her and hugged her telling Ambyr how glad she was here and how she wanted to just start right now but she would wait. Alexia whispered in Ambyr’s ear that she hoped she was getting wet because when she went down to taste and smell she wanted to feel slick hot yummy wetness, Ambyr nearly fainted right there from hearing that. Her panty experienced another rush of wetness, now Ambyr didn’t stop it she was happy that her Mistress will find her so ready for her skillful tongue when she bestowed that privilege upon her.So before either of them could lose anymore control they got into Ambyr’s car and drove into the night.As they drove into the city, Alexia put her hand on Ambyr’s thigh telling her how turned on she was about tonight, Ambyr’s wet spot grew wider as her Mistress’s hand rubbed across the top and to the inside of her thigh, close to her heated crotch. Ambyr put her head back and savored the lusty feeling filling her body, Alexia told her they were going to a club and were going to seduce some sexy guy and take him home with them, Ambyr said she couldn’t wait to get there!Alexia’s hand continued its slow rubbing of Ambyr’s thigh and slid deeper underneath her vinyl skirt brushing Ambyr’s soaked panty, Alexia smiled and said, oh yes little Ambyr, you are definitely my favorite little Slut. Ambyr just gave herself over to the overwhelming feelings of sexiness as they drove to the club.They pulled up to a club called “The Dark Ages” a gothic styled place with huge gargoyles mounted on the roof, as they approached the huge door into the club they felt the throbbing beat of the techno music playing inside. Ambyr clung to her Mistress’s arm like a lost little girl; her head was spinning from the excitement.They walked inside and the doorman let them pass without a cover charge or word.Alexia found a table in a dark corner where they could see the whole of the club and ordered drinks, she then leaned over and told Ambyr how incredibly wet she was and that she wanted Ambyr to get down and lick her now. Ambyr gladly went under the thick black table cloth as her Mistress spread her sexy legs and lifted her tiny skirt some, as Ambyr got between her legs she smelled her Mistress’s sexy musky scent that she loved of so much and noticed that she had no panties on. Ambyr licked her Mistress’s thighs and felt Alexia’s hands pushing her head to her wet pussy, she started gratefully licking deeply and lovingly around her lips and pushed her tongue deep inside.Licking in time with the humping beat of the music, her Mistress’s hips grinding slowly on her face, she was gulping juice and licking faster. So after about 10 minutes of licking she felt Alexia’s orgasm coming, she put her mouth tightly over her hot hole and sucked thirstily. Alexia’s cum squirted out thickly as Ambyr gulped and swallowed it all so there would be nothing to clean up after; she would never let her Mistress be wet or sticky after she ate her. She finished swallowing the creamy cum down and licked everywhere between her legs before coming to sit back at the table, burning with happiness that she was allowed to pleasure her Mistress, wanting nothing more than that.They sat and watched the crowd dance and move about in the strobe lights and smoke in the club while drinking their drinks.Her Mistress got up and took Ambyr to the dance floor and held her close as they started dancing close and sexually. Alexia kissed Ambyr’s lips and licked inside her mouth tasting her cum on Ambyr’s tongue and mouth, she slid her hands down the small of her back to her tight ass, squeezing and rubbing as she ground her hips into Ambyr’s. Ambyr’s panty was completely drenched when suddenly she felt her cum squirt through the satiny material, she held her Mistress tightly and moaned into her ear as she came.Alexia smiled sensually and said what a good little Slut Ambyr was when she reached down and felt the juice running down her legs and on her stockings. After dancing together for awhile Alexia told Ambyr to go back to the table and wait for her, Ambyr went obediently and waited. Alexia then went out among the dancers and searched out a sexy looking guy to dance with; finding one she started grinding with him. All the while whispering and telling him about her and Ambyr and what she wanted him for, he was completely in control and wanted nothing more but to do anything for Alexia. Together they went back to the table and introduced James to Ambyr, sitting between them both James couldn’t believe his luck.After a few more drinks Alexia told Ambyr to go and suck James’s thick cock and gave her permission to swallow his cum this time, Ambyr gratefully got back under the table again and unzipped his black khaki pants reaching inside his silk boxers she found his cock. It was huge, almost 8 inches long and 2 inches wide; Ambyr smiled and licked his shaft and his balls as she felt his hands holding her head tightly fingers wrapping in her hair.She took the thick head in her mouth tasting his salty pre cum; she sucked up and down getting it sloppy and wet her saliva was dripping down to his balls as she sucked harder and faster, milking his lovely cock. Slurping and gulping, taking him down her throat as much as she could she felt his hips start moving knowing he was getting close to giving Ambyr her reward. Ambyr sucked harder while stroking with her hand, slurping sounds reaching her Mistress’s ears as Alexia licked and whispered naughtily into his ear holding him. Soon she felt his cock start pulsing, felt his hand on the back of her head push harder forcing his cock down her throat as his thick hot cum squirted out, filling her mouth with a salty taste.She swallowed and swallowed, milking his cock skillfully, loving the taste and thickness of his cum, she licked and sucked the last bit out while squeezing his cock then got back up and sat down at the table. Alexia leaned over and told her how good she was and that she was going to get to pleasure her Mistress more when they got home, Ambyr shivered thinking of how wonderful her Mistress was and how good it felt to be hers. They went back out to the dance floor when Nine-Inch Nails, Closer, played they both humped on his legs getting wetter by the second.Alexia put her hand in Ambyr’s panty and got her fingers wet and put them in James mouth, letting him taste her Sluts pussy, he savored it. While Ambyr was allowed to do the same to her Mistress, she was more excited than ever from tonight, knowing her panty was dripping with her juice and creamy cum her Mistress loved. After the song ended they all got in the car and drove home to Alexia’s house, and went straight to the bedroom, with Alexia’s huge double king size bed. Alexia told James to sit in the recliner next to bed while she played with Ambyr for awhile, as was the norm, he stripped down to his silken boxers and watched intensely.Ambyr was on her knees until her mistress told her to stand and take off her top, she did and Alexia undid her bra running her hands over her sweet tits and pinching her nipples till they were standing straight out. Then she had Ambyr unzip her skirt and get on the bed with her legs spread; Ambyr quickly got in position, knowing what was to come.Alexia crawled between her legs and smelled her sticky, juicy, cum drenched panty and smiled lovingly at Ambyr and sucked on them for awhile, then took them off and licked between her small lips spreading them with her tongue. She swirled her tongue around her hard little clit and sucked it inside her hot mouth, sucking and licking, tonguing deep inside her juicy tight hole. Pushing her tongue forcefully deeper gulping Ambyr’s sweet juice out, she licked down to her tight ass hole and pushed her tongue inside, licking and sucking on her hole.Ambyr was going crazy trying not to hump her Mistress to hard though, she started to cum and Alexia sucked it out of her squirting pussy, swallowing it thirstily, Ambyr held her Mistress head tight and pushed more of her creamy cum into her mouth. Alexia licked the last of her cum up and got up, kissing James and letting him taste Ambyr’s cum on her lips and face.He licked it clean and got on the bed with Ambyr, Alexia told Ambyr to get doggie style so James could fuck her tight little pussy. Ambyr quickly got in position and felt James’s huge cock push into her tight hole, she humped back against it and it sank in.He then grabbed her hips tightly and thrust quickly until it was balls deep inside, stretching her wide, Ambyr screamed out as he fucked her hard and fast pounding inside her tight wet hole. Her pussy was making slurping sounds as he fucked her, she felt the head pounding against the bottom of her pussy, it hurt but she took it because her Mistress told her to. Alexia brushed the hair out of Ambyr’s eyes and held her head while James rode her roughly, telling her she was doing so good and that she was making James happy also. Ambyr started moaning as she came squirting out around his thick cock, soaking his hips as they slapped against her sexy ass.James was about to cum when Alexia told him to pull out, he did with a pop and Alexia quickly sucked his cum soaked cock into her mouth while Ambyr watched. Ambyr watched her Mistress suck and slurp James’s cock hungrily as he held her head and came in her mouth. Ambyr watched as she swallowed it all, wishing she could taste it too but knowing that her Mistress wanted his thick cum.Alexia licked and squeezed the last drop out and kissed Ambyr’s lips telling her to start sucking his cock again, Ambyr quickly went down and sucked it in her mouth stroking and milking it for her Mistress. James was in heaven having just fucked Ambyr’s incredibly tight pussy and having the oh so sexy Alexia swallow his load and now Ambyr’s hungry mouth sucked him hard again. He relaxed as Ambyr sucked and slurped noisily on his throbbing cock, Ambyr sucked him down her throat till her face was buried in his soft pubic hair, then back up to the head and down again, over and over, gulping. He loved it and so did Alexia watching her little Slut suck his cock so good, her eyes burning with lust for Ambyr.Ambyr sucked him harder for about 10 more minutes, her jaw and throat were getting sore but she hoped her Mistress would let her swallow his cum again, it tasted so good. He moaned that he was going to cum and Alexia pulled Ambyr’s head off his cock and sucked him in her mouth, milking his cum again. Ambyr watched again and wished but knew her Mistress should have his cum anyway she should be happy that she got to swallow it once, she watched her Mistress’s throat swallowing and slurping his cum down till it was gone. Alexia lay back down on the bed and held Ambyr while James relaxed, his cock spent from all the sucking.Alexia told Ambyr that she was a good Slut tonight and not to be sad at all about not getting his cum. Ambyr just spun with love for her Mistress knowing that she would do anything for her anyway and never be mad at her for anything. Alexia felt a little sorry for taking all James’s cum so she told Ambyr that she could eat her pussy. Ambyr was thrilled she truly wanted Mistress Alexia’s cum more than anything, Alexia climbed over her face and rubbed her juicy pussy all over Ambyr’s face getting it all slick.She told Ambyr to stick her tongue out so she could hump it like a little cock, she did gladly, and Alexia humped Ambyr’s mouth harder moaning with pleasure. Ambyr loved the having her Mistress hump hard on her face, licking her sweet pussy deeply; Alexia’s little bush grinding on her nose. She humped harder and grabbed Ambyr’s hair tightly pulling her head deeper into her crotch, riding her Sluts mouth was so good, knowing that Ambyr loved every second of it. Oh yes Alexia felt her orgasm starting and ground her pussy into Ambyr’s sweet mouth, biting her lip, her thick creamy cum flowed into Ambyr’s mouth. She felt Ambyr swallowing and gulping under her as she humped roughly on her face, filling her mouth with her hot cum again and again. Alexia got off her and curled up with Ambyr lovingly licked her glistening face clean and whispered how much she loved her little Ambyr. Ambyr was overjoyed to be in her Mistress’s arms their bodies twining together in Alexia’s huge bed as sleep overcame them and they both dreamed sweet lovely dreams.THE ENDComments are very welcome. So please feel free to email me at..Thanks for reading.

My daddy pees on me and I like it. Sometimes I even beg him to whip out his big dick…

“Harder… Harder,” Mary whispered in my ear. I responded by driving my steel hard cock deeper into her soaking wet…,aishwarya and amitabh We’d been on the road for seven hours, and though we’d hoped to make it all the way home from our trip in one day, it was becoming clear that we’d need a place to stay for the night. It was no big deal. It was summertime and we’re both teachers. We had some time to play with. At about 9pm we found a nice hotel right next door to a steakhouse we know and like.Perfect.We got our stuff up into our room and quickly headed off to the steakhouse. We got a table right away and split an entire pitcher of margaritas as we ate. Both Cathy and I were more than a bit tipsy as we left the restaurant. I told her that we should head over to the bar across the street for a few more. She knew I was trying to get her inhibitions down (which isn’t that hard to do!) and she played along. It was a sparsely populated bar, which was to be expected after 11pm on a Tuesday night. We ordered drinks and sat at the long bar rather than getting a table. There were two men a few seats down from us, and they were both large, athletic looking and black. They asked us if they could buy us a round. We said sure and began to chat with them.Cathy had a nice tan from our vacation, and we were out of town, so she was showing it off with very short shorts that left some of her ass cheeks visible, and a top that failed to cover her soft sexy tummy. She looked hot and ready if not flat-out slutty. The two men, Robert and Tre were obviously turned on by her, and as I looked around, I realized she was the only woman in the bar. As we sipped our second drinks, we were now well into a drunken state and our new friends knew it.Tre went to the jukebox and pumped it full on money. Some dance music began to blare. He came back and asked if Cathy wanted to dance without even looking at me.She said yes reflexively and, in a flash, they were dancing out on the tiny dance floor…with the whole bar watching them. Tre moved quickly…he was getting obvious feels of Cathy’s ass he moved her around the dance floor. Then, getting no resistance from my wife, he moved in behind her and began to grind into her ass-making sure she could feel his hard manhood pressing into her.Robert told me…as we watched, that my wife was hot and that she looked like a total slut. Then he jumped in for the next song. Tre came over and told me the same thing-saying that Cathy’s tight ass was made for taking big black dick.I was barely able to speak as all this unfolded.Robert and Tre took turns for a few songs-both feeling up my wife on the dance floor without any pretense whatsoever. They kept getting more and more bold and my wife did nothing to slow them down. Then, they both danced with her together-Robert now behind her grinding his hard cock into her ass, and Tre playing with her tits through her blouse as he began to kiss her. Cathy’s mouth opened and she began to passionately tongue kiss Tre. My cock was now fully hard as I watched my wife being m*****ed.The song ended and they slowly stopped the faux sex scene and walked back to bar with the whole joint watching them…jaws dropped.Tre was blunt when they got to the bar. “Mike, we’re coming back to the hotel with you and we’re both going to fuck Cathy in all her holes while you watch. The slut wants bad it and she told us so. You understand?”“Yes” was all I could say.sex with sisTre and Robert each took one of Cathy’s hands and led her away. I followed about twenty feet behind and watched two men pawing at my drunk wife as they crossed the street to the hotel. They were taking her right in front of me…and I wasn’t even trying to stop it. In fact, I still had a raging hard-on in anticipation of what was about to happen.We walked through the lobby with me trailing and with them both aggtessively groping Cathy. It was beyond obvious what was going on and I was totally humiliated, yet turned on like crazy at the same time. I was even more humiliated when the man at the front desk gave me a look and shook his head in disbelief at my situation.As soon as we got into the elevator, they made Cathy strip naked…which she did with no hesitation. In seconds, she was totally nude leaving her clothes on the floor for me to pick up and carry.“Get on your hands and knees, slut” said Tre.Cathy dropped to the floor. The elevator doors opened and thankfully, nobody was there. Then Tre slapped Cathy’s ass and told her to show us where the room was.“Don’t get up, slut. You crawl down that hall and show us how sexy you can be.”Cathy did as she was told without any complaints.They both took turns spanking my wife’s ass as she crawled on her hands and knees like a dog down the long hallway.I followed.When we got to the door, I was told to open it and then to stay out of the way. They continued to spank Cathy as she crawled into the room.“Cathy, you are a dirty whore, and we are going to treat you that way. You understand, slut?”She nodded…which was apparently not the response he wanted.Tre grabbed her by her hair-pulling her face to his. “Answer me slut!”“yes” said Cathy … meekly.“Yes, what you dirty whore?”“Yes…I know I am going to be treated like a dirty whore.”“You want it don’t you, Cathy? You want to be stuffed and stretched out while your husband watches, don’t you?”“Oh god yes” she said…barely able to contain her excitement.“I want you to fuck me like a slut with your big black cocks right in front of my husband.”“You know he won’t stop us, right, slut? Mike is a going to do what he’s told, just like you. Here, watch this.” said Tre.“Take off your clothes, Mike and get down on the floor.”I did not hesitate. I got naked and got down on my knees.“Good boy. Now, Mikey, if you behave, we’ll let you stay and watch while we turn your innocent girl into a dirty whore. Go sit on that chair over in the corner. You speak only if spoken to.”“Ok, Cathy…you little black cock whore to be. Take out our big dicks and get to work like a good married whore.”“Yes, Sir”They were totally degrading her as she worshipped them…calling her slut and whore in such a nasty condescending tone. It was making me so freaking hard. I was actually getting dizzy…it was that sexually intoxicating.After about ten minutes of pure black cock worship, she was told to stop. Cathy was helped onto the bed and I was told to stay in my chair, which I did.I was able to see what they were doing to my girl on the bed very clearly. Tre was underneath her and I saw Cathy’s back arch sharply as he brought her down onto his huge black shaft. A massive gasp escaped her lips as she was slowly impaled on more cock than I’d ever seen her take. Cathy’s pussy was completely soaked, so, even though she was getting way more cock than she ever had before, Tre’s ten inches were balls deep in just a few strokes.porn stories incestNow Cathy was screaming and wailing as he bounced her up and down on his massive cock like a rag doll-taking her from almost nothing to ten full inches over and over again.He spoke to her… “That’s a good whore, Cathy. Take all of my big black dick, you dirty cunt. Yeah, slut…you’re loving having a real cock ain’t you?” He was laughing as he said it.“Oh my God yes! I love your big black cocks! Use my married pussy!”“Good slut.” Then he spoke to me.“Hey boy, lick your slut wife’s ass while she’s riding my big cock. Get that ass ready for Robert. Get it all wet and slippery ‘cuz my boy’s hung like a fucking mule. Ha ha ha.”I crawled onto the bed and they slowed to a grind. I watched Tre grind his long black cock all the up into Cathy as I closed in on her asshole. I licked her star for a few minutes as she rode Tre-moaning like a total whore-not caring at all about my humiliation.“Ok, now get out of here,” he said to me.Robert got in behind Cathy and lined his huge pole up with her asshole. As he began to force the massive head into her ass without caring, Cathy started saying “oh my god” over and over-getting louder and louder as he got more and more of his big black cock up her lily white ass.I was told to get back in my chair as they began to fuck Cathy deeply in both of her holes. The two men were pushing in and pulling out of her pussy and ass in unison-telling her what a dirty cumslut she was as they forced her towards the biggest orgasm of her young life.“Yeah, that’s it, Cathy… Take all of those long black cocks like a good white whore. Yeah…take every inch you dirty fucking slut.” said Robert as he began to spank Cathy’s ass. “Yeahhh, you lovin’ that aren’t ya?”“Oh god yes! Make me take it all! Own my fucking holes!”He spanked her harder and harder as he pumped his huge cock into her ass. Then, Cathy froze-up and had an orgasm as she screamed in total ecstasy.“Damn, Tre. This slut fucking loves getting DPed and spanked…and with her hubby watching no less.”Then Robert grabbed her head by her hair and pulled her head back to him as he forced his cock deeper into her ass. “Ok, Cathy,” he said. “Now we’re gonna fill your dirty slutty married holes with our seed.”They sped up their strokes with Robert holding onto her hair tightly with his right hand-forcing her back to arch obscenely as she took both cocks repeatedly to the balls.They were really taking my girl hard now. She was telling them that she was their whore and that she was going to cum again. Then she stiffened…and then got really quiet as “stiffened” gave way to violent shaking.Then Cathy let out a huge scream as she came harder than most women will ever cum in their lives.As she did, both men pushed into her fully and and started to release their massive hot loads. They were telling her that she was their whore as they continued grinding into her…filling her two holes with more and more of their hot seed.Once they were finished with her holes, they pulled out and made my girl clean their dirty cocks with her tongue. Cathy smiled as she licked and sucked them clean.“That’s it, slut. Clean up our big black dicks.”Both men took turns spanking her ass as she did her work. Once they were satisfied, they got dressed and left my wife in a messy sweaty heap. She was still gasping for air ten minutes after they were gone. Once she recovered, she sucked my cock, swallowed my load and begged for more. By the time we went to bed, I’d pumped loads into her ass and pussy too. She was insatiable.I think Cathy is going to need more BBC now that she’s been turned out.DO NOT REPOST THIS STORY

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