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Author’s Note: The long awaited part 22. As my therapist always likes to say: “Make sure you drink plenty of water.” p.s. This whole thing is pretty hardcore, so that’s actually good advice. For the five people who are still reading, this one’s for you!

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Somewhere nearby a rooster crowed. Olivia blinked and rolled over. “W-What?!” She exclaimed softly, her cracking morning voice breaking into a raspy chuckle. “R-Rooster? What the hell?” She hadn’t heard the sound of a wild fowl since she was a little girl. Even the idea of one of the silly birds surviving in the modern synthetic jungle was comically absurd. Then again, a lot of improbable things had been happening lately.

Marcella moaned and stirred right in front of her, and Olivia was reminded of everything that had happened in the last twelve hours. She started grinning uncontrollably. Pushing herself up with one arm she stared in awe at her mother’s sensual shapely form, the powerful curve of her hips melting into her narrow waist then rising again to the slope of her elegant shoulders. The intense darkness of her smooth skin seemed to shine through the thin fabric of the white sheets.

Olivia swallowed, nearly overcome by a confusing blend of reverence and lust. Marcella had never looked so beautiful, she could hardly believe that her mother was merely human, surely she was a queen, priestess, or goddess of some sort? The rooster crowed again, breaking Olivia’s concentration. Marcella’s eyes cracked open, and she was smiling too.

Before Olivia even had the chance to speak, her mother was rolling over on top of her, under the sheets, and then she was pinned. “Good morning.” Marcella murmured sweetly as she wrapped her fingers loosely around her daughter’s wrists and dragged her hands and arms slowly upward until they were over the girl’s head. Olivia took a few deep breaths, the sensation of her mother’s thick thighs and pelvis pushing her down into the bed was making her heart race.

She could also feel Marcella’s wiry and slightly moist bush brushing up against her tingling vulva. “M-Morning!” She squeaked as her mom lowered her head until their noses were almost touching. Marcella slipped her hands up into her daughter’s, clasping their fingers together.

“You wouldn’t know this about me, since this is the first time we’ve ever spent the night together…” She paused looking thoughtful. “At least since you were little.” She chuckled, their noses bumped together and Olivia gasped as she felt Marcella’s pubes tickling her swelling clit. “But I usually wake up horny.” She squeezed her daughter’s hands and pushed their noses back together again, their lips almost touching this time.

Marcella’s knees slowly moved apart, spreading outward, splaying her thighs out over Olivia’s lap. She grinned. “And this morning… Well, I’m even hornier than usual.” She almost giggled, her hot breath washing over her daughter’s face. Olivia could feel her mother’s juices now, dabbing silently onto her throbbing crotch. Marcella closed her eyes and started to subtly rock her hips back and forth. “I… I just have to get off first thing.” She panted, smiling even though her eyes were still shut.

Olivia snorted. “So we’re just doing this now?” She replied awkwardly, trying to sound calm and in control. Her mother nodded, their lips did touch this time, but on accident. Olivia turned her head sideways. “I guess you can come.” She said, trying to sound bored, which was hard given that she could feel her mother’s slippery labia sliding methodically back and forth over her slowly swelling mound. They were spread open because of the way she was straddling her daughter, and consequently Olivia could feel exactly how turned on Marcella was.

“S-Sorry!” Her mom grunted, the motion of her hips slowing ever so slightly. “I thought you’d like it if I did all the work… I just assumed you’d be like me and want to do it first thing.” Olivia couldn’t tell if Marcella was being serious. Did she really feel that way, or was she just using this as an opportunity to feed her addiction. “I… I can stop if you want me to.” The older woman said quietly, her cheeks flushing. Olivia turned her head back so that she could look her mom in the eyes.

Then suddenly it seemed obvious, Marcella was just baiting her into taking control. She was deliberately trying to push her buttons. Restraining her hands, pinning her down, using her to get off like this, even her offer to stop, it was all just an elaborate scheme to make it seem like she was challenging her daughter’s authority… Olivia laughed in her mother’s face. She couldn’t help but admire the woman’s subversive brand of seduction.

The truth was, if Olivia did take the bait she’d be playing right into her mother’s hands, but in the process she’d ironically also be giving them both exactly oral yapan gaziantep escort what they wanted. Which paradoxically would in some small way be the opposite of what Olivia truly desired. She wouldn’t really be in control, instead Marcella would be manipulating her into taking control, which wasn’t control at all but rather the illusion of it. It was an intricate mindfuck that she had to appreciate.

The real challenge was in deciphering her mother’s mind games and then turning them around and using them against her, that was their underlying struggle for power. Her mother wouldn’t fully submit until she was certain that her daughter could consistently outmaneuver her intellectually. Which meant that Olivia would need to dominate her mother mentally before she could enjoy her physically. “I already gave you permission to come.” She murmured, relaxing her arms above her head so that they sunk down onto the bed. Now her mother would be struggling to maintain their distance.

“It must be fun for you to be on top for a change.” Olivia continued, a smirk forming slowly on her smiling lips. “It’s cute the way you’re holding my hands and pressing down on me.” Olivia squirmed a little underneath her mother. “But we both know the truth, even if I let you grind on me all day you’re never going to get off, Marcy.” Olivia gave her speechless mother a gentle kiss on the lips. “In fact.” She continued somewhat smugly. “Go ahead and try.” She let her head tilt back and stretched sleepily.

“Show me what you can do mamãe.” Olivia simpered. “Show me that you’re even capable of coming without me taking control.” The girl closed her eyes and leaned back into the mattress, letting her body sink as deep as it wanted into the closed-cell polyurethane. Her mother sat for a moment, stiff and unmoving, seemingly unable to decide how to react given that things were not going how she’d planned. Despite that, Olivia could still feel that her mother’s pussy was warm and getting wetter.

Honestly she was enjoying just laying there, feeling their vulvas touching, enjoying the visceral sensation of Marcella’s sticky juices cleaving to her slightly swollen clit, trickling down between her labia, tickling her entrance. Her mom quietly let go of her hands and pushed herself back up. “You’re right.” She said softly. “I doubt I could come with you just laying there…” She started her subtle rocking again. “But that’s not the only thing I want anymore.” She breathed hotly, her hands sliding roughly up onto Olivia’s bare chest, stoking her breasts tenderly, lovingly touching her daughter’s hard nipples with the tips of her fingers.

Olivia’s eyes snapped back open, she’d felt a sudden surge of heat between her legs, something had changed and her mother’s excitement seemed to be growing rapidly. Marcella was looking down at her, grinning, her expression strangely sweet and vulnerable. “I don’t care if I come…” She said somewhat breathlessly, her hips starting to rock more noticeably. Olivia grunted as she felt her mom’s fluffy wet bush squish hotly over the hood of her clit, she felt herself being momentarily enveloped, Marcella’s labia surrounding her on both sides.

“As long as you do.” The older woman moaned, her pelvis bearing down harder and hotter than before as she really worked her entire body into each seismic shift of her weight. Her hot pulsing pussy covered Olivia’s clit each time she swayed backwards, pushing it partially inside her molten opening. Then as she rolled her body forward their clits collided, slipping stiffly past each other, quivering, throbbing. It was shockingly intense for how slippery and wet everything was down there.

Losing a little bit of her detached aloofness Olivia slapped her hands down reflexively onto her mother’s thick undulating thighs. Perhaps she was trying to slow Marcella’s relentless and highly stimulating movements, or she might have been hoping to get her attention, either way, it didn’t work. Marcella ignored her daughter completely, as her glowing center swallowed Olivia’s clit and smeared its slimy sex juices all over the panting girl’s aching mons, Olivia bit down on her lower lip and tried not to squeal.

She was seconds away from coming, and there really wasn’t anything she could do about it. Whimpering, as she finally gave in to the overwhelming pleasure, Olivia turned her head to the side and let out a long ragged breath as a surprisingly mild yet lengthy orgasm began to assail her suddenly rigid body. Her mother having noticed immediately, froze mid hip roll, clamping her hands down hard on her daughter’s small breasts as her upper body hung backward, keeping Olivia’s straining clit inside her surprisingly hot vagina.

She pinched Olivia’s nipples, hard, pulling on them ruthlessly to counterbalance her cantilevered posture. The girl groaned, arching her back and writhing a little as she squeezed gaziantep oral yapan escort down on Marcella’s thighs with her hands, her mind wondering if she was trying to hold them in place or pull herself deeper into her mother’s sweltering cunt. Finally she couldn’t look away any longer, it just felt too good, Olivia met her mother’s benevolent gaze, her orgasm peaking as she saw the love sparkling in Marcella’s eyes.

She let out a series of embarrassing girlish moans that she immediately regretted, blushing and wishing she could clap her hands over her mouth, but unable (or unwilling) to let go of her mother’s flexing thighs. She could feel herself squirting too, her hot eldritch juices splashing spasmodically into Marcella’s wide open vagina. Her mother scrunched her eyes shut and cackled raspily.

“Yes! That’s my filha! Gush into mamãe.” Olivia couldn’t seem to stop squirting, maybe it was her mother’s words, or maybe it was just the overpowering intensity of feeling her clit being swallowed up by Marcella’s vagina. It didn’t matter, her hold on reality started to slip and she moaned without restraint, thrusting herself up into her mother as hard and deep as the physics of their bodies would allow. One last powerful jet of juice spurted out of her and then she collapsed, her chest heaving as she panted for air. Marcella was still gripping her nipples, but wasn’t pinching them quite as hard, she seemed content merely to hold onto them now.

Their bodies pulled apart, long sticky strings of pussy juice trailed between their bellies and thighs. Marcella looked down between them and started laughing, Olivia’s juice started pouring out of her mother’s pussy. They both stared open mouthed as it drained mysteriously out of her squalid depths, pouring between her daughter’s thighs and soaking into her sheets. “Fuck! That almost feels better than it did going in.” Marcella sighed, stretching her arms over her head, which she let fall backwards to stare up at the ceiling. Just watching all the liquid pouring out of her mother’s messy crotch got Olivia instantly aroused again, even though she’d just climaxed so hard. “I feel so clean and yet dirty at the same time down there.” Her mom chuckled dryly.

Wriggling out from underneath Marcella Olivia pushed herself up onto her knees and bumped their chests together. She was pleased to notice that in this position their faces were essentially at the same level. She wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck and brought their noses together. “Kiss me.” She demanded. Marcella paused for a second before touching their lips softly together. They kissed, a gentle, casual kiss that made Olivia smile and sent a shudder through her mother’s trembling body.

The girl reached behind her and grabbed their underwear off of her mother’s nightstand, she pulled the two pairs of panties apart and handed Marcella the white ones she’d been wearing last night. Olivia took the pastel blue pair that her mother had been wearing most recently and carefully adjusted the hooks on the side to her smaller size. Then she quickly jumped off the bed and started tugging them on. “Hurry up Marcy.” She snapped. Her mom fumbled with the hooks but loosened the waistband soon enough, she slithered gracefully off the side of the bed and pulled up the blue panties until they were nestled snugly against her still dripping crotch. She let out another shudder. There was just something so insanely erotic about swapping underwear with her daughter, it was so subtle and yet so perverted.

“Do you think it’s weird that we do this?” Olivia asked as she re-clasped the hook and eye closure on the side of her underwear, readjusting the waistband to fit her narrower hips even better, it hadn’t been as easy as she’d thought to get the sizing just right. She wished that her mother had just taken them off, but she didn’t regret her decision to have them both sleep naked. She’d glanced at the crotch before putting them on and they were dry but plenty stained from their experiments with the tadpoles last night.

Olivia didn’t put a lot of effort into it, but every time she thought about how her mother would be wearing her underwear she found her fingers creeping down towards her crotch. Masturbation always took longer than expected because she refused to slide her hand underneath or pull them to the side, she wanted to get them as ‘dirty’ as possible. She wanted her mom to see, smell and feel how excited she’d been. But most of all she wanted her pussy juice to get all over Marcella’s cunt, to completely cover and infiltrate her pussy. She’d never really thought about it seriously until this moment, but it didn’t make a lot of sense. It was unhygienic, messy, frequently uncomfortable, and yet it was insanely hot.

Marcella absently adjusted the fit of her panties, even though they looked like they were fitting perfectly from where gaziantep oral yapan escort bayan Olivia was standing. She’d been watching her mother closely and had noticed that Marcella hadn’t even peeked inside before complacently pulling them on. “Weird?” Her mother mused, making a few final subtle adjustments, more out of habit or sensuality, than pragmatism. Errantly she stroked the front of the crotch, rubbing it gently against her vulva, and subtly using her fingers to guide the gusset between the cleft of her labia.

She grunted contentedly, her face taking on a dreamy blissful expression, her cheeks darkening cutely as her breathing increased. “No, I don’t find it weird at all filha. This strange funny little part of us that craves connection more than anything, to be touched, to be filled, to be fucked… And if it could, perhaps it would be doing it all the time, constantly, never lonely, never empty.” She rubbed the front of her panties, smoothing them out again. “And it lets us know in such a way that we can’t possibly ignore or forget what it wants. Desire and pleasure, perpetually oozing, making a mess, making us wet, sticky, dirty, horny.”

She tugged on the waistband of her underwear, drawing the crotch up a little into herself, highlighting her beautiful cleft, and clearly outlining her big sensual mound. “It’s the most natural thing in the world to want to get closer to the things you desire, and nothing gets closer to us than our panties.” She let out a single laugh as she patted her vulva as though trying to comfort it. “Our juices, our unique scent, even traces of our piss, gathering down there.” She cupped the very bottom of her crotch and gave it a delicate squeeze, the whites of her eyes flashing from within a sensual shadowy haze that seemed to have surrounded her.

Olivia felt herself being drawn into that looming darkness, like a wayward little planet drifting too close to a bewitching black hole. “What we really want is to return to the womb, but that’s never going to happen is it?” She chuckled raspily, a wry almost melancholic tone to her voice. “So the next best thing is pretending that we can… The closer we get to that source of life, the source of all pleasure and suffering, the less alone we feel. When I put on your dirty panties filha, I…” Marcella shivered, her grip tightening on her crotch, her mouth cracking open in a soundless pant.

“I think about how much I love everything that you are, and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t share with you. And when I wear your panties it’s like I’m showing you that nothing can come between us.” Marcella’s legs started wobbling slightly and her cheeks turned visibly pink. “But if I’m being entirely honest filha, the reason I love it so much is because I want to feel your pussy rubbing against mine all the time, and if I can’t have that then your panties will have to do.” Marcella grinned and the shadow that had temporarily swathed her in shade seemed to dissipate. The first rays of the morning sun hit the frosted windows, lighting up the room with a wholesome golden glow.

“Well, um… I’m glad you don’t think it’s weird.” Olivia chuckled uneasily, doing her best to resist the urge to jump on her mother and initiate another sordid pussy grinding session before breakfast. Instead she contented herself by focusing on her own crotch which had become deliciously wet, and as she moved towards the door, clung pleasantly to her tingling cunt. “I have to get dressed, and wake up Maithri for work. You should probably put something on too.” The girl smirked and snickered as she ducked out of her mother’s bedroom. Marcella snorted and headed over to her closet, she glanced at the clock and noticed that there was still plenty of time for breakfast, even if she was… Delayed. Olivia had told her she could come after all.

When she arrived in the kitchen, a little flushed and slightly out of breath, but with a big smile on her face the girls were already eating. Maithri said good morning and poured her some black tea. Marcella was wearing a knee-length green dress with an overlapping front that revealed a pleasant slice of cleavage. Her daughter raised her eyebrows but didn’t say anything. “They’re calling me back in. Meaning I have to actually leave the house today.” Marcella said, her expression seeming both hopeful and mildly irritated at the same time. “Seems like something serious might be starting again, maybe I’ll finally learn about what’s been happening with the Enclave? Or they could just be wasting out time and I’ll be back here in a few hours.” She shrugged as she ate her toast, her jaw only hitching for a moment when she noticed the two brightly colored tadpoles sitting on the edge of the table where she and Olivia had left them last night.

Marcella slowly walked around the table and reached down, her hand hovered above the blue tadpole. Olivia noticed what her mother was doing and walked over next to her. Without saying a word they both picked up one of the colorful toys. Marcella grinned as she held up the red, and Olivia giggled stupidly as she clutched the blue tightly in her fist. “I can’t wait to play with my new birthday present at work today! Staff meetings are so insufferably boring.” Her mom groaned, tilting her head and grinning at her daughter. The girl held her tadpole out and her mother bumped the two toys together.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

January 29, 1885. The King has died after a 40 year reign.

A sea of carriages from other kingdoms escorting royals, ambassadors, celebrities, anyone important enough to be rode in a carriage, from all across the continent arrive hastily at Kingdom Ferox Sexus to pay their respect to the fallen king. His casket made from gold and rare pearls, and fine leather on the inside was open to see for all eyes. Inside lay the dead king with a scepter, his corpse drained from all color. One by one, those in attendance have the chance to pay their respects, they do this by leaving a kiss on the dead king’s forehead. After awhile, all in attendance are sitting down, and staring in sadness as they watch the king’s wife close the coffin with a tear in her eye. His son and daughter sitting gracefully next to each other, red in both their eyes. She turns around to face the crowd.

“My husband was a great king to all. But for me, he was a great husband, and to our children, he was a great father. I will rule this kingdom with the same grace he did.”

A boring ceremony ensues afterwards, signing the king’s wife to be the official ruler of the kingdom.

Queen Luna of Kingdom Ferox Sexus.

CHAPTER 1

The ceremony has ended, and the queen, alongside her children are escorted to their home in a golden carriage. When they stand in front of the doors, the queen orders her men to stay put. Nobody outside of the family is allowed in, for now.

The door closes, and the queen gasps in excitement.

“Fucking finally.” Says her son.

“Fucking finally, indeed.” His mother repeats, a smile bearing on her face.

“We can finally live as a happy fucking family.” Says the daughter.

“Now, son. Go change to something fit for a prince, olgun gaziantep escort we’re having dinner soon. Daughter, you come with me. It’s time i teach you how to dress like a proper lady.”

The daughter holds her mother’s hand, and they gleefully enter the main bedroom. And without wasting a single moment. Their clothes are torn off, and they pounce on each other. Luna lowers her hand to reach her daughter’s young and tight vagina while kissing her on the neck and lips, the daughter replicating her movement, lowering her hands to reach Luna’s vagina. The daughter lowers her head to nibble on Luna’s hardened nipple, her beautifully rounded breasts recoiling in excitement, her vagina responding with wetness. Luna wraps her arm around her daughters’ waist and begins to finger the anus. As Luna’s finger enters her daughters perfect anus, she gasps in a moan. Her vagina turning even more wet. Luna bends her daughter down, and begins licking and sucking her vagina from behind, her tongue occasionally reaching the anus. She spits on the wet vagina, slaps her daughters petite butt, plays with her slender breasts and forces her finger in her anus. They walk towards the bed and Luna drops on her back, smiling and gesturing to her daughter to plant her delicious and wet vagina on her face. While her vagina is being devoured by her mother, she leans back and reaches to finger her mother’s vagina. And her mother responds with a more ferocious lick. However, the roles are changing now. Now its the daughter that lays on her back with her face full of her mothers mature yet beautiful vagina. They continue licking each other for half an hour before both of them orgasm simultaneously. Their lust is not gone however, they sit on the bed, resting their backs on the bed, legs spread, and nipples still hard. They kiss each other, both their hands at each others vagina.

“I love you Ava.” Whispers her mom while gaziantep olgun escort her ear is being licked.

“I love you so fucking much, mother.”

“Now, go get cleaned up, it’s time for dinner. Dress formally!”

Ava leaves the bedroom but not before shooting a lustful glance at her exhausted mother, who is still fingering herself drenched in sweat and saliva.

15 minutes later.

The dinner table is set, and the son arrives first, followed by Luna a moment later, and Ava 5 minutes after that.

“You’re late.” Luna claims. “We’ve been waiting for 5 minutes.”

“Sorry, dear mother. I’m still recovering.”

Recovering from what?” The son asks curiously.

“Father.” replies Ava quickly.

“I’m sure.” Smiles her brother, knowing full well she never cared about their father.

The dinner table is decorated with main courses and desserts. A baked Turkey sits in the center surrounded with vegetables, potatoes are scattered, and cake sits there for all to eat.

While Ava and Luna are eating the food, the son still has not taken a bite.

“Not hungry, son?” She asks, slightly concerned but not too bothered.

“I am hungry, just not in this.” He drops his fork under the table. He apologized before diving under.

He crawled towards his sister, his cock already hardened in his pants just at the thought of eating Ava’s vagina.

Gracefully, he grazed his fingers on Ava’s legs, Ava recoiled only slightly but Luna did not notice. He slithered his fingers between her legs, and stroked the outside of the vagina to tease her. Instantly she turned wet, it was easily visible for Ava did not wear any underwear beneath her dress. Her vagina exposed to her brothers lustful eyes. He brought his index and middle finger together and entered Ava’s vagina with ease. His fingers drowned in her wetness. He fingered her slowly, so his mother would not notice. He took gaziantep olgun escort bayan his fingers out and licked his finger clean, his cock thrusting as his tastebuds taste the sweet texture of his sisters vagina. He grabbed the fork and turned it, and shoved inside Ava’s vagina. She recoiled hard in surprise, but she felt immaculate. The table shook, her food dropped on her chest and tainted her dress.

“Young lady!” Luna yelled. “What on earth are you doing?”

“I’m sorry mother. Really.”

Luna left the room to take another bath, and when Ava waved under the table, confirming to her brother that their mother left, he crawled back up biting his lip and smiling. He grabbed his sister from under he armpits and threw her on the dinner table and spread her legs.

“My oh my, what has gotten hold of you?” Asked Ava, smiling.

“This is my way of handling trauma, i guess. I really miss dad.” He laughed.

He kneeled and buried his face in his sisters vagina. her wet vagina turning even wetter with her brothers saliva. He raised his hands towards her chest, playing with her nipple as he lost himself in this beautiful vagina. He took his right hand and began fingering her while simultaneously licking her, him bending his finger while his wet tongue is deep inside her brought her to a massive moan that echoed in the dining hall. She let go, and orgasmed on her brothers face.

“Let me return the face.” Ordered Ava. His brother taking his pants off and sitting on table, his cock arched forward.

She knelt and than she sucked, the brother caressing her sensitive nipple while she was choking on his brothers thrusting cock. She spit and wanked and filled her mouth with his cock. She took some saliva from his cock to wet her fingers, than she lowered that hand and forced it inside her vagina. She completely thrust her brothers cock in her mouth, she gargled, chocked but went for it every chance she could get. She started licking his balls while wanking his cock.

“Im… about to cum.” He moans. Ava quickly putting his cock in her mouth and sucking with great velocity until her mouth was filled with his warm semen. She swallowed it all, not a single drop wasted.

“Thank you for dying father.” he panted, Ava cracking a smile.

“Now, i’m off to bath… again. Get used to this, Leo. This is our life now.”

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I know I said I was done with this one, but I wanted to write about a full day with this trio and their new lifestyle. It’s a long one, but I hope you all enjoy. Thanks again to ResqJack for the edits.

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I woke up in a fog, which wasn’t rare nowadays.

There was a tangle of bodies around me, Jenna on my right and Barbara on my left. All three of us were naked, covered in a mess of juices from the night before.

I blinked a few times, not wanting to disturb the peace as I replayed last night in my head, trying to count all the orgasms I had before we finally called it.

This was my life now. Every day and every night were a different version of the same thing. There were two beautiful women living in my house, and both were not only free to be used by me and my cock at all times but seemed to be on a mission to keep me stimulated for as many hours of the day as possible. My cock was up for the challenge.

It had been a few months of this. My diet was cleaner than ever, I took all sorts of vitamins and supplements to keep my strength up. Barbara and Jenna handled all of that, I just ate whatever they gave me whenever they gave it to me.

As a result, my sexual stamina was in top form, and I was able to keep up not only with my stepdaughter’s insatiable sexual appetite, but with the ferocious return of my wife’s sex drive. It’s everything I could’ve ever dreamed of and more.

Take right now for example. Who knows what time it is, but with two sleeping beauties next to me and a rejuvenated cock twitching back to life, I know I can take either of them however I want. Whichever gorgeous woman I prefer, I can roll them over, work my cock inside of them, fill them with a fresh load, and fall back to sleep. Not only would they not mind it, but they’d also be grateful, and I know they’d still wake me up with a blowjob in a few hours anyway.

Jenna was on her stomach. Her arms and leg draped over me as I laid on my back. She tended to be a deep sleeper, and was into being fucked awake, but looked far too peaceful to disturb.

Barbara was on her back too, the blankets draped loosely and only up to her stomach, keeping her magnificently large breasts on display. They sagged to her sides but looked absolutely perfect in the soft moonlight.

My cock twitched as I admired my wife’s chest, and I had my answer on what needed to happen next.

I ducked my head to the right, leaning down to plant a kiss on Jenna’s forehead before I shifted to turn her petite body from me. She let out a light moan, barely waking up and obediently spinning to face the other direction to sleep on her side. My cock twitched again as I admired the new view of her perfect ass, but that would have to wait.

I pulled the blanket from me and my wife and covered Jenna up, not wanting her to get cold. Barbara was now completely exposed, and I couldn’t wait to have her delicious body all to myself.

Leaning in, I started by kissing her cheek and neck while bringing my hand to gently massage her breast.

“Mmmm.” Barbara stirred with a light moan. Her head instinctively turned towards me; she puckered her lips until I met them with a soft kiss.

Barbara’s sex drive hadn’t only returned, it far exceeded what it used to be. It wasn’t spoken, but I knew part of it was competitiveness with her daughter, who was almost impossible to keep up with.

“Hi, love.” Barbara smiled and whispered softly.

“Hey, honey.” I replied with a kiss. “Sorry to wake you.”

Barbara knew exactly what I wanted and smiled a little wider as she raised and spread her legs to invite me in. “Be gentle.” She told me with another kiss.

“Love you.” I kissed her back.

“Love you too.”

As soon as the kiss broke, I carefully climbed myself on top of my wife. She reached over to the nightstand as I got into position, and I couldn’t help but slide my hand down from her breast to her pussy as I did.

“Wait.” Barbara wasn’t ready for me but grabbed the lube and squeezed some onto her hand. “Here.”

I straddled her body, crawling up so she could reach my cock and lather me up with the lubricant.

“Thanks, baby.” I moaned as she stroked my cock.

“Thank you.” She smiled up at me. “Try not to wake Jenna.”

I nodded.

Once Barbara had me ready to go, she released me and my newly wet cock to make my way back down to her pussy. I bent down to give it a little kiss before getting back into position, causing a light little moan to escape my wife’s lips.

I don’t know that I even needed lube, but maybe Barbara was a bit worn out from the night before. Either way, I slid right in, causing her to bite her lip to stifle a moan as I brought my cock as deep as I could go and held in there as I laid into Barbara’s phenomenal body.

“Mmmmmm.” She moaned into my lips as I gave her another kiss.

My hips began gently thrusting, slowly pulling my cock in and out of Barbara’s tight pussy. I raised myself up on my arms, allowing me to look down at my wife’s body as oğuzeli escort her breasts jiggled with each thrust.

There was nothing I wanted to do more than fuck harder and harder until I made her scream and we both came together, but I was careful not to disturb Jenna.

Instead, I continued to work slow, but pulled myself almost all the way out before pushing myself back in. I could tell by Barbara’s reactions that it was working for her, and the sensations felt incredible on my cock.

“Mmmm.” I did my best to stifle a moan.

Barbara moved her hand to massage her breast as I continued thrusting. I couldn’t resist leaning down to give her a soft kiss.

“Don’t forget to cum inside me.” She whispered softly between kisses. “No mess.”

I nodded. “No mess.”

Barbara kissed me again, my thrusting got a little bit faster as I thought about filling my wife with a fresh load. As much as I might want to fill her mouth or paint her tits, I knew I’d have time for that later.

I looked over at Jenna, who was still sleeping as I made love to her mother just a foot or two away. It could have been a very inappropriate commercial for our mattress company.

“Look at me.” Barbara took my face in her hands and turned it to face her. I smiled down at her and she smiled right back.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She responded. “And I want you to cum.”

My hips began moving a little faster.

“I want you to cum in your wife’s pussy, fill it up with your seed, show me how much you love me.”

We kept eye contact as I gradually increased my pace. I felt Barbara beginning to move her hips too and could see her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

“Come on, baby.” She continued to encourage me. “You can do it… Cum for me… Cum in your wife’s pussy.”

My breath got heavy as I had to hold back my moans. It was as if Barbara was staring into my soul as my cock slid in and out, in and out.”

“Come on.” She grunted. “Let it out… You can do it… Cum… For… Me.”

I felt Barbara tense up, her eyes closed, and she bit her lip. I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock as she did her best to hold back her mini-orgasm.

“Mm!” I grunted.

The feeling of Barbara’s pussy alone was enough to bring me closer to the edge, add in that I had made her cum while fucking her on the same bed where her daughter slept, and I was right on the brink. I couldn’t help but thrust a little faster, it felt like it might be too much, and I’d wake Jenna, but I no longer cared.

Barbara’s breath was ragged. “Oh yeah.” She panted in a whisper. “Come on, baby… I love your big cock.”

I could hear my full length pistoning in and out of my wife, I looked over at Jenna who was still perfectly still and asleep.

“Keep going, baby.” Barbara continued. “Keep going until you cum in your pussy… It’s all yours, baby. Every hole in this house is all yours.”

Barbara’s tits were bouncing under me, dragging against my chest, and adding to the incredible feeling of our early morning fuck. I let out a primal grunt before giving her one last thrust and holding myself inside of her while my body spasmed on top of her and I deposited a fresh load of cum deep into her pussy.

“Good job, baby.” I heard her whisper as she felt me fill her up.

My mouth hung open, I wanted to scream out in pleasure, but held out knowing Jenna was somehow still asleep just a few feet away.

Barbara’s hands slid up and down my bare back, pulling me into her embrace as I deposited shot after shot of cum inside of her.

“Good boy.” She cooed before opening her mouth for a kiss. “I love you, baby.”

It took a minute for the pleasure to finish coursing through me and for my body to finally relax into her.

“I love you too.” I whispered as I rested my head next to hers.

Our bodies pressed against each other, her large breasts heaving against my chest as we both caught our breath. Barbara continued soothingly rubbing my back.

“You’re the best, baby.” She whispered. “The fucking best.”

I turned to kiss her cheek, giving a couple small thrusts as I adjusted my position.

“Mmmm.” Barbara moaned and adjusted with me.

I kissed down her neck to her bare chest, keeping myself inside of her, but bending my body so I could drop myself lower and reach her breast.

I gently suckled a nipple into my mouth as Barbara’s hand found the back of my head.

“Good boy.” She cooed. “Good boy.”

We peacefully fell back asleep with me still inside of her, happily suckling her breast.

—

By the time I woke up, I was on my back again. I had been in a deep sleep, but it came as no surprise that I was pulled out of it with a raging hard on and a mouth around my cock.

This had become a daily occurrence, the only question was who woke up first, that was almost always my morning cocksucker.

There were two reasons why I immediately knew it was Jenna. Firstly, I got my dick sucked multiple times oğuzeli escort bayan a day by both my wife and my stepdaughter. They were similar, but there were subtle differences in their styles, and I reached a point where I could tell them apart. Secondly, I had my arm around the other beautiful naked woman on my left, which was not only Barbara’s side, but there was no mistaking the feel of her gigantic, soft breasts pushing against my chest.

“Mmmm!” I moaned loud enough to let Jenna know I was awake.

She didn’t stop though. I opened my eyes to see her head bobbing under the white sheet. It bounced up and down as she took my entire length in and out of her mouth.

Barbara stirred in my arms. I watched her wake up with a smile already on her face.

“Morning.”

“Morning, stud.” She kissed my neck.

I smiled back and took a deep breath as Jenna’s hand began massaging my balls.

“I was dreaming about waking you up with a blowjob, but I see my daughter beat me to it.”

I nodded with a smile as I felt Jenna pushing her tongue harder against the underside of my cock as she slid it up and down her tongue.

Barbara hugged me tightly, relaxing for a minute as she watched her daughter’s head bouncing over her husband’s crotch.

“Good girl.” She raised her voice so her daughter could hear her. “Show daddy how much we love him.”

My cock pulsed in Jenna’s mouth, I loved it when Barbara encouraged her.

Barbara sat herself up, raising her arms for a big stretch and showing off her massive 32Fs. I couldn’t resist reaching a hand up to fondle one.

Barbara smiled down at me. “I know. I’m coming.”

She shifted herself up on the bed, moving closer to me so she could put her breasts right against my face, smothering me in the soft flesh as her daughter fellated me.

“Mmmmmm!” I moaned into her endless cleavage. I could feel Jenna picking up the pace, I’m sure she knew exactly what was happening.

“Good boy.” Barbara caressed the back of my head. “Suck mommy’s titties.”

I worshiped every inch of her chest, spreading the love and alternating sucking on each of her nipples.

“Mmmmm! Mmmmm!” We heard Jenna moaning from below.

“I should go check on our daughter.” Barbara spoke softly as I continued feasting on her breasts. “She might need help.”

I nodded but was unable to pull myself away.

“It’s okay.” Barbara slid herself down. “You’ll have plenty of time later.”

I nodded and gave my wife a kiss before she slid herself further down to join her daughter, pulling the sheet away to reveal the beautiful young woman with a mouthful of my cock.

“How’s it going, sweetie?”

Jenna slid her hand up from my balls before she pulled me out of her mouth to answer her mother.

“Amazing.” Jenna smiled wide. “I love daddy’s cock.”

It pulsed again as my stepdaughter jerked me off.

“May I?” Barbara asked her daughter as she slowly leaned in for a turn.

“Of course!”

Jenna aimed my cock towards her mother, who’s lips parted just in time for her to take me in her mouth.

“Mmm!”

I let out an involuntary grunt as I felt Barbara suckling my tip while Jenna stroked my shaft. Both women looked up at me while they serviced my cock.

“He’s close.” Jenna correctly observed. “Makes sense, I was sucking for almost twenty minutes before you guys woke up.”

Barbara was too focused on suckling my tip to respond.

“You’re the best, baby,” was all I could get out before I closed my eyes and dealt with a wave of pleasure.

“Happy to be of service.” Jenna’s smile widened as she replied, then ducked down to suckle my balls as her mother continued working the tip.

I was overstimulated. The girls were making sure every inch of me was satisfied. Each of them hummed as they serviced me, eagerly awaiting their prize.

“Mmmmm! Mmmmm!”

“Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!”

I took a deep breath. Even after all the incredible orgasms these two had given me over the past few months, the feelings were still as intense as ever.

“Mmmm! Mmmmm!”

“Mmmmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!”

I looked down to see two pairs of eyes staring right back at me. Two beautiful women who wanted nothing more than to start their mornings by making me cum, just like they’ve been together doing every morning since this all began. True mother/daughter bonding.

“Oh yeah, girls…” I panted. “So good…”

Their eyes lit up, but neither stopped.

“Getting close… Can I… I want,,,” I had to pause to take a deep breath and compose myself. “I want to cum on your faces.”

I was worried Barbara might not be in the mood for a facial, she often preferred a ‘no mess’ policy that led to me almost always cumming inside of her mouth or pussy, but now that Jenna was around and seemed to absolutely love getting covered with my cum, my wife did her best to keep a more open mind.

“Oh yeah?”

Barbara released me with a pop as Jenna ran her tongue up from my balls, licking my escort oğuzeli cock while her hand continued jerking.

“Is that what daddy wants?”

My cock pulsed in Jenna’s hand as I nodded down towards the beauties. Both had moved their head in tight, tongues out, licking my cock head while Jenna stroked a little harder.

“Mmmmm! Well, if that’s what daddy wants?”

“Then that’s what daddy gets!”

The girls smiled wider as they literally finished each other’s sentences.

I felt a hand slip under me to tickle my balls, it must’ve been Barbara’s as both of her daughter’s hands were in sight. One jerked my cock while the other lovingly rubbed my flat stomach.

“Ohhhhh yeah!” The girls continued moaning.

“I can tell he’s close.”

“Mhmmmm!”

“Come on, daddy. Cum for us.”

“Ohhhh yeah!!!”

“Mmmmm! Mmmmm!”

Jenna’s grip tightened as her and her mother’s tongues danced back and forth along my glans.

My cock throbbing for release and absolutely drenched in spit. The only thing covering up the sound of Jenna’s aggressive stroking was each of the girl’s moaning and begging me to give them their reward as their tongues fluttered against the most sensitive parts of my cock.

“Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhh yeaaaahhh!”

“Pleeeease! Please, daddy!”

Jenna was in control, she pulled my cock slightly towards her, allowing her to quickly put her lips around and suckle the tip.

As soon as she pulled it out, she aimed towards her mother, who instinctively did the same, moaning more loudly for the brief moment her lips were around my cock before Jenna pulled it back towards her for another turn.

They alternated a few more times, all while Jenna continued jerking me off and Barbara kept tickling my balls. The feeling was intense, and I held out for as long as I could before another powerful climax took over.

I let out a deep, powerful growl of pleasure. The sight and sound of me losing control only motivated them to work harder and faster.

“Come on, baby!!”

“You can do it!”

I felt my climax hit before I started cumming. It completely took over my body, drowning me in pleasure as I gasped for release. The girls smiled wide as the took turns sucking my tip and licking every inch of my cock head, all while Jenna’s little hand furiously pumped up and down my shaft.

“Ohhhhhh yeeaaaaaaaahhhh!”

A thick glob of cum arched its way out from my cock, landing right on Barbara’s smiling face.

“Oh yeah!” Jenna’s voice was filled with excitement as they both watched me unload, she tightened her grip on my cock as she pumped me up and down.

Barbara’s smile widened, she stuck out her tongue to hold against my tip as her daughter masturbated my wet cock towards their faces.

My second shot was more powerful than the first, causing each of them to yelp with excitement as the large blast soared over their heads.

My moans got louder, and my hips began lightly thrusting upward while a third shot followed the same trajectory as the second. Jenna kept pumping away, watching me before aiming my cock more towards her face, allowing my next two shots to paint it with cum.

“Ohhh yeah!” She moaned as she felt it cover her skin, leaving matching strands on each side of her face before aiming me back towards her mother.

Barbara’s instinct kicked in, she leaned forwards to quickly suck me into her mouth, accidentally taking my sixth shot against the roof of her mouth before quickly opening back up and sticking out her tongue to lick my glans while the seventh hit her face.

“Oooooh!” She was caught off guard as it almost hit her eye, causing Jenna to pull me back towards her so she could handle the rest herself.

Barbara briefly grimaced as she reacted to the glob of cum right next to her eye, but quickly turned it back to a smile, careful to keep up appearances while her daughter twirled her tongue over my glans.

“Mmmmmm!” Jenna hummed, looking up at me happily as she coaxed out the last of my cum.

Barbara couldn’t resist bringing a finger up to scoop the cum away. “This is why I prefer no mess.” She smirked.

Jenna slurped my tip into her mouth before releasing it with a pop, her hand slowly rubbing my shaft up and down as I relaxed into the bed.

“Don’t act like you don’t love daddy’s cum.” Jenna smiled. “Daddy gets to cum wherever he wants.”

Barbara licked the cum off her finisher and smiled up at me as she caressed my thighs. “Of course. Wherever daddy wants.”

Jenna took me back in her mouth for another quick slurp before offering me back to her mother, who happily accepted another taste.

I closed my eyes as they took their time carefully cleaning me up.

“Okay.” I eventually felt Barbara get up. “Let’s let daddy rest while we make him a nice breakfast.”

“Okay!” Jenna gave one last kiss to my slowly softening cock as she got up too. “Daddy needs his rest. We’ve got big plans for him today.”

I could hear my stepdaughter’s wicked grin as I drifted back to sleep.

—–

I had already woken up once today to my cock being serviced, but it was such a common occurrence now that I didn’t flinch when it happened again.

It wasn’t much of a rest, couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes, so it was unmistakable when I felt Jenna’s tongue licking up and down my quickly hardening cock.

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All characters in this story are 18 years or older. This is a work of fiction. This is Part 1.

Not Such a Little Girl

Chapter 1

Jennifer:

Jennie sees her father asleep in his bed as she tip toes into his room. She sees the covers are down, it is a warm night, so she quietly moves to the side of the bed and looks at his shorts. She can see the outline of his hard manhood.

Father:

He gets a strange feeling and stirs a awake, groggily he looks down to see his baby girl, Jennie. She has pulled down his underwear and is sucking the head of his cock. She had her back to him but he could see her hand between her legs. Clearly masturbating while she sucked his hard cock like a whore. Her other hand gently stroking his cock.

“Jennie baby? What…, what are you doing?” She lets out a harsh gasp of pleasure, her hand stroking his cock. It was amazing, this attention to his now throbbing manhood.

Jennifer:

She does not stop, she moves her mouth down a little farther, choking on it a little bit. Just like they do in the movies that she has been watching on her computer. She fingers her little button, and she realizes she loves the taste of his penis. It is salty, but there is a distinct flavor she savors. She turns and glances at his face. She knows he misses his wife, Jen’s mother. She left them both. She wants him to be happy.

Father:

He looks at his little girl sucking his hard cock her eyes are alight with passion. Jennie takes his cock deeper and deeper her eyes starting to water… Was she choking herself on him? Was she doing that for him?

“Jennie, you don’t have to. Oh fuck…” She was really in her element now. Some how, she was so good at this. And now, his cock, all the way in her mouth despite her discomfort. She was rubbing herself intently, he could smell her arousal. He moves to hold her head in place. To make her suck on his rock hard cock, throbbing in her mouth.

Jennifer:

It was so big. Bigger now then she ever understood. She could barely breath, but she wanted him to cum in her mouth. She so wanted to know what all those girls in the movies seemed to enjoy. She wants to taste her father’s cum. She was so excited she moves her hand off of her button so she can concentrate on his cock, yes his hard cock. She had just turned 18, and she knew he was enjoying her attention immensely.

Father:

She was sucking him so good, she was working him clearly wanting to taste his cum… Her eyes still looking into his, wanting him. He pulls her off his cock but not to stop his beautiful and sexy daughter. “Baby…, put your pussy near my face.”

Jennifer:

Jennie pulls up her nightie and moves her position just above his face as he asks. She is a bit short, so struggles some to get his cock back in her mouth. She slips on the slick sheets and his cock goes all the way into her throat. Unable to breath, she does not panic, for he gasps and she realizes he likes it.

A bunch of spit forms in her mouth. She holds back, her throat wanting to expel his manhood. She had been practicing with a banana, and knew she could do it. Finally she has to move backwards on his shaft, breathing around it just as his tongue finds her pussy. She moans for her daddy.

Father:

He eats her pussy, licking her slit her moans get loud as she sucks his cock again. It was taking all his energy, not cum in her mouth. But he really wanted to please her too.

He felt her tense and as he gently stabs his tongue in and out of her cunt she cries out, “Ohhhhhh Daddy… Daddy…” He licks from her tiny puckered asshole, up to the top of her slit. He stops on her sexy button, gently licking it before taking it in his mouth, sucking gently on her clit. He is inflamed by her words, but he carries on licking her wet pussy. Her beautiful pussy twitches to every lick of his tongue, every suck on her button. She was making it even harder to not cum in her mouth. She was the best cock sucker he had ever had. “Ohhh baby…, keep sucking Daddy!”

Jennifer:

She moves off of his cock for a few strokes, using her hand to pump up and down on it like she had seen the girls in the videos do. She says to her daddy, “I want to taste you daddy, don’t hold back. I so want to taste your cum.” Her mouth slides back down his cock, now ignoring her own discomfort, her choking. She pumps up and down on his cock, taking it into her throat with each downward thrust.

Father:

It was too intense. Her pleading to taste him, so good her mouth felt. And the taboo nature of this, it inflamed his ardor. He came hard. His cum shooting into her mouth. He grabbed her tightly squeezing her, as he thrust into her throat. Her gag reflex caused her to choke and create even more spit pouring down his hard shaft. But she hods on. “Oh Jennie baby Daddy’s cumming for you!”

Jennifer:

Jennie holds on for her daddy. His cum squirts string after string into her waiting mouth. There was so much she had to swallow some of it öğrenci gaziantep escort to contain it. It tasted salty, but with an after taste of sweetness. She loves it and knew she wanted it again. Thinking quickly, she moves off of him and turns on the bedside table lamp. Kneeling before him, her hands under her chin to catch any that might leak out, she shows it to him, proud of what she has done for him.

Father:

His daughter looks at him, his cum in her mouth. Looking in her eyes he says to her in his most stern voice, “Swallow baby. Swallow my cum…” Staring into his eyes, she gulps down his load in one big swallow, and then smiles sweetly to him. She really does not understand what she has done.

He can’t help himself, he pulls her into his bed, laying her back and stripping her of her night gown. Looking down at her, her beautiful breasts now exposed, he reaches down with a hand and begins to play with her clit. He rubs it like he used to Heather’s, her mother. She so looks like her which makes his cock jump to attention once more.

Jennifer:

Jennie is a bit nervous now, she shakes laying on her tummy, her shoulders turning red with a bit of fear or embarrassment. Her only plan had been to make him cum in her mouth, and now she understood he wanted more. But, her pussy was too tiny, she could not take his massive cock. “Daddy? I, I am not ready for that. I am too small, daddy.”

Father:

He rubs her button sticking our from it’s hood. Next he slides his finger up and down her very wet slit. Her pussy soaking wet now he says to her, “You’ll be fine baby. I am going to fuck you…” He then sticks one finger, then two, into her very wet pussy. He slides them into her, and she gasps as he fucks her with a third.

“Oh daddy!” He feels her small orgasm, her pussy muscles grasping his fingers. He keeps pumping, and in a minute she has another. “Daddy…, please, it is too much…”

Jennifer:

Jennie is scared, but she is naked before him and knows she can not stop him. She understands now that he is going to take her, so she lifts herself up onto her hands, then her knees for him. Her larger then normal breasts, sway back and forth as she spreads her legs for him. She is in what they call the doggy style, and she knows it so invites him to fuck her. She is so scared, but she also knows she wants him inside her.

“Yes daddy.” She says the words they use in the movies. “Fuck me daddy. I am ready for you to fuck me.”

Father:

He rubs his hard cock against her opening. He so wants to fuck her hard, to use her like an older woman. But she is his daughter, so he gently pushes just the head of his hardness into her. Grasping her thighs he fucks his daughter slow at first, but then as he becomes more inflamed, he begins to fuck her like he used to fuck Heather. Hard; alternating fast and slow. His lust beginning to be out of control. She moans, and he can feel her getting more and more wet inside her love tunnel.

“Daddy its so big…” he forgets for a moment who this is, just enjoying the wet pussy. He grabs her long tress, pulling her hair very hard and begins to fuck her faster, pulling her head back towards him, not too harshly, but enough he knows there is some pain in her neck. In her scalp.

Next he reaches around and pulls her left nipple, squeezing it very hard, rolling it between his fingers. She moans loudly her pussy tightening around his dick.

“Yes Daddy, fuck me hard!”

Jennifer:

Jennie suddenly knows what it is like to be a woman. His cock is so big, she tries to relax, to take his cock all the way in, but he struggles against her virginal tunnel. She moans, crying a bit at the pain. But finally, he forces it in and her body reacts, becoming slick with juices. Her pussy excepts his huge cock. She begins to have that feeling, that need.

She starts to move back against him, trying to get him to hold still so she can fuck him. “Y-yes daddy, oh yes. Let me f-fuck you daddy. Yes, I love your c-cock in me. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes.”

Father:

She gets into a rhythm and he lets go of her thighs and grasps her waist. He opens her legs forcing her to spread wide for him, pushing her ankles wider with his lower legs. He thrusts hard into her fucking her now like he would any woman.

“Reach back and rub your clit baby, Daddy wants you to cum on my cock.”

Jennifer:

Jennie thinks that this is too quick. She wants more, wants to try some of those things she has seen in the movies. Her pussy is so hot, but she wants to please him more then herself. Her daddy so needs to be fucked, and then it comes to her.

“Daddy, on t-top. Can I get on top of you? You can suck my tits, and I can f-fuck you. Please daddy. “

Father:

“Mmmmm climb on baby.” He adjusts himself, rolls to his back for her. His cock is so hard, it slides deep as she moves herself down on it him. She slides her pussy down onto him as if she had been doing it, fucking him, for years.

His gaziantep öğrenci escort dick hits her deep as she guides herself onto his throbbing member. “Oh God Daddy it’s soooo big.” she starts bouncing on his cock. Each time his cock goes in she moans loudly. “Oh daddy!”

Jennifer:

She looks down at her daddy. Her C+ tits bobbing up and down, much bigger then her mother’s. His look, the look on his face, tells her he likes them. She pulls her long tresses back, arching her back so that she pushes her breasts out, wanting him to suck them.

He grasps them and brings the to his mouth, sucking one and then the other so that it will not feel left out. She moans loving the dual sensations of his cock inside her pussy and his mouth on her tits. Then she does what she said to herself she would not do. She leans down to his face and smashes her mouth against his. She is not very good, but he shows her how to kiss properly.

“Yes baby, you are so good. I am going to fuck you again.”

Father:

He holds her hips and guides her further onto him. Her hips slamming on him, her mouth hot on his. This was intense, and her moans as she fucks him only make him more excited. Her body so sweaty now. Pearls of sweat running down her breasts. Her hips working hard. Her body shaking after what he believes is another orgasm.

She loves this but he needs more. “Baby… get off my cock…”

She replies, “But Daddy…” She does not want to stop. “Baby, please. Get off and put your ass in the air again.”

She does as she is told, her ass in the air he pulls her close and starts fucking her doggy style again. Her body arching back to accommodate his full length. He pulls her hair now more roughly, using her, fucking her like a whore. He pushes her upper body down onto the bed, now just her ass sticking up, so sexy, so hot. “Oh fuck, Daddy. Oh fuck, s-so good!”

Jennifer:

Jennie begins to cum with her first strong orgasm. She had played many times with her pussy, her nub. But nothing had ever been like this. Being entered this way, so hard, fucking her like she was just a piece of meat. She now understood the videos, the women seemed to be just objects, but this was her daddy. He loved her, and now he loved fucking her. She knew she would do whatever he wanted.

Jennie would be his any time he wanted her. “D-Daddy, I am cumming. Yes…, I am cumming. Oh yes daddy. Fuck me daddy.”

Father:

Hearing her cum, her wild need, it puts him over and he begins to shoot his hot sticky load, pulling out and watching as it squirts onto her back. There was so much of it, he had not cum like this in years. Oh he masturbated, thinking of various women. But never his own daughter. He had to admit he had not been this turned on since early in the days of his marriage to Jennie’s mother. But she was gone. And now he had fucked his daughter…

They both collapsed in a heap breathing heavy. The room smelling of their sex.

Chapter 2

Jennifer:

Jennie starts to come awake, her body tied, she can’t quite understand what is happening. She is face down on the bed. There is a wan light peaking through her bedroom window, so she realizes it is early morning.

Then she feels something cold being pressed into her ass crack, and then into her tiny puckered and perfect hole. It hurts a bit as her father slides one, then two fingers into her ass. She moans and guesses that it once again inflames her daddy. He is behind her, but she imagines his cock immediately standing at attention.

He takes off his underwear and stands to the side of the bed where she can see his cock. “D-daddy, I can’t move. What are you doing. You don’t have to tie me…”

Father:

He pushes his hard cock at her face and says, “A naughty slut like you needs punishment.” He holds her by the chin making her look at him and slaps her ass with the other hand. Very hard. “Little whores get what is coming to them….”

“Daddy!? ” She replies. He then proceeds to force her mouth open with his fingers and shoves his cock into her mouth. She gags and her eyes water as she looks at him frightened of her situation. “Suck Daddy’s cock you little slut..”

Jennifer:

Jennie is really scared now. Last night he was a bit rough, but she got used to it. She could except that he was inflamed. He had not been with a woman in two years. But this…, now he seems genuinely angry. He is choking her so hard with his rigid cock pounding in and out of her face. Her teeth accidentally scrape across the top of his cock and he slaps her face, hard.

“Watch the teeth, my little slut. Or you will get worse!” She cries a little, tears coming from her eyes as she forms gobs of saliva, now truly being used by her father like the girls in the videos. She is so frightened at what he might do next.

Father:

He enjoys seeing her in this way. Gagging on his cock he pulls out and says mockingly. “Little sluts should take any gaziantep öğrenci escort bayan cock their presented with…”

She is so scared and replies to her father, “But Daddy…?” He slaps her again harder leaving a red mark on her face. “Sluts also don’t talk unless they have permission.”

He walks around to be behind her again and grabs a dildo. He teases it against her pussy and without warning thrusts it inside her. She lets out a loud gasp trying not to speak…

Jennifer:

Jennie did not know he had anything to do that to her with. It must have been moms. She had not gotten wet yet, and it hurt being pushed into her so roughly. But at least she could breath now. She wanted to say something, but was now very afraid of her father.

Jennie gasps for air as she waits for her pussy to lubricate as he fucked the toy in and out of her. That is when the thought came to her, Why had he lubricated her tiny asshole?

Father:

He reaches forward and whispers. “Now little slut. I will release one hand and you will use the toy on yourself. If you don’t if you try to stop. You will be punished.”

Very frightened, she nods yes to her father. As her hand is freed she slides it under her body, and grasping the toy, begins to work at her pussy with the toy, moaning as she shoves it in and out of her body, her pussy.

Next he stands behind her and pulls her ass cheeks apart. Pushing his cock into her pert little hole.

” DADDY NO! ” He thrusts his cock into her virginal ass. Not showing any mercy, he fucks her asshole very hard. Her body shaking, her ass tight, she screams loudly and it makes him even hotter for his little girl. The pain turns him on, he admits to himself he loves her noises of agony. He thinks to himself that he will fuck her little ass every day, it is the single greatest turn on he has ever felt.

Jennifer:

” NO! NO! NO! ” She screams as he shoves his huge cock into her small opening. “Shut up, I told you, SHUT UP!” He yells at her as he slaps her ass and fucks this new hole that is so tight.

Her mind still rebels, the pain intense, she did not know how the girls in the videos could do this. But there is nothing she can do. The pain so intense she forgets to fuck her pussy for a moment and he reaches out and slaps her face again, she is certain leaving a red mark. “Fuck yourself bitch!” Jennie had never heard her father talk to her in this way. But, she is beginning to feel…, something.

Father:

He fucks his Jennie’s ass her face red raw from his hits. Only making his cock harder. He reaches forward and grabs her by her hair pulling it hard, her head as far back as it can go. He uses her hair to pull her harder onto his cock.

“Little sluts love this don’t they baby…” He could tell that despite the pain she was beginning to enjoy it. “Yes Daddy, I love this. I’m your little whore Daddy!” Though there is a tinge of fear in her voice, he also senses lust. Lust for his cock.

He smiles at how easy it was to break her. “Good girl. What does my baby want?” And then his little girl begins to moan loudly practically screaming. “I WANT DADDYS CUM!.”

He continues to fuck her slapping her and pulling her hair roughly to keep her on her toes. He could feel her juices running down her thighs to soak the sheets as he thrusts into her! He thinks to himself, Oh my God. Her ass is sooo good.

Jennifer:

Jennie’s body finally gives into his rough treatment. She did not know she could feel like this, the cock in her ass, the toy in her pussy. When he asks her if she likes it, asks her what she wants, she screams,

” I WANT DADDY’S CUM! ” He pumps her harder and she knows what it is to be desired.

Then she says, “You want me daddy? Want me as your whore daddy? Do you daddy?” Words she had heard on the videos she watches. Jennie moans with pleasure, her first anal orgasm about to take over, but she wants him to cum at the same time.

“Daddy, tell me when you are going to cum. I want to cum with you!” She knows now that she likes this being used thing. Like the girls in the video’s. She also realizes she will want it with other boys; no, other men.

“Do you want me as your whore, daddy? Do you want me as your slut? ” She moans loudly, holding back, awaiting his cum.

Father:

He feels her tighten on his cock, moaning, her pussy muscles causing her ass to clench. “Yes baby you belong to me. You are mine!” He thrusts harder into her their orgasms shaking them to their core.

“Take it my little cum whore!… Take my load of cum!”

She replies, loving the sound of lust in his voice. “OH FUCK, DADDY!” she screams loudly. She can feel his hot cum squirt into her body. Stream after stream he pumps into her until it begins to leak out of her, around his still hard member. Her own orgasm soaks the sheets, she can feel her body all over; a tingling like nothing she had ever felt before.

Finally he pulls his cock out of her and puts his cock to her face… “Clean my cock, whore.”

Jennifer:

Jennie smiles to herself, for she knows now she has him. “Untie me daddy, so I can do it right.”

She looks at him out of the side of her face and as he unties her she can feel her cum, his cum, running out of her holes. Turning, looking up at his face, she gently begins to lick his cock clean, some of her own brown stuff on it, but she does not care, she wants to please her father.

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I had the perfect life, and I mean perfect. My girlfriend was beautiful, and we fooled around all the time. We planned to be each other’s first time. My family was cool, Dad was a lecturer in ocean biology, and Mom was a vet specializing in sea mammals. Tammy was my little Sister, and she would be just like them. She was dorky, and her body was a mess. She never exercised or played a sport, but she was super bright and was destined to follow in our parent’s footsteps.

We lived near the beach in southern California. Dad worked at the university that I deferred from earlier this year, and Mom volunteered at the sea animal rescue center when she was not working with the local vet. To be perfectly honest, I was thinking of nothing else but Wendy and when we would finally fuck. My part-time job was only to give me some spending money, and allow as much time fooling around with Wendy as I could.

“I love you, Levi, and we will do it as soon as I’m ready. My parents are pushing me to remain a virgin until my wedding night.” Wendy said, as we were panting after another hot makeout session.

“I love you too, Wendy, but I’m not ready to get married yet, and I don’t want to wait until after I finish college to have sex.” I replied, and saw the sorrow in her eyes.

“I want to do it too. I dream of feeling you inside me. Just give me some more time.” She begged, but I was cooling down now and held her beautiful bare breasts to my naked chest.

“When you are ready, so am I. I’m not going anywhere.” I said, and she smiled through her tears. “And we have done everything else but sex.”

“Well, I want to keep you happy.” Wendy said, blushing.

“What, you didn’t have that orgasm that you just shuddered through.”

“That’s why I know you are the one.”

“Because I lick your pussy so good?” I said, and got a slap on the arm for the comment.

“That’s not the only reason.” Wendy said, pulling on her clothes as we could hear her parents moving about upstairs.

We made an effort to wash up and put on some body spray to hide the smell of sex on us before going upstairs to greet Wendy’s parents. Luckily they both liked me a lot, often joking that if we broke up, Wendy was moving out, and I was having her room.

“Are you staying for dinner, Levi?” Mrs. Donaldson asked, hugging me.

“No, there is a family dinner tonight. I already saved Wendy from it, but I couldn’t miss it as well. I’ve already used up all my brownie points.” I answered, but I would have stayed in a heartbeat if they had pressed, as the Asian food Mr. Donaldson was carrying smelled divine.

Wendy gave me one more toe-curling kiss in the doorway as I headed out to my car. She looked dreamy, leaning against the jam with her head resting on the frame. Fuck she was beautiful. I was a lucky guy, that’s for sure.

I pulled into the front yard, and I could already tell something was up. All the lights were on, and our house was lit up like a Christmas tree. I stepped out of the car and heard the commotion coming from inside. I peeked my head inside the front door to find a pile of Dad’s clothes at the bottom of the stairs.

“Please, June, listen to me for a second.” Dad was yelling from the foot of the stairs as Mom threw another armload of his suits down from the second-floor balcony.

“You can sleep in her bed tonight.” She screamed, down to him as he placed a foot on the first step.

Mom instantly turned and picked up a lamp from the small table I knew was beside her and held it over her head in one hand even though it was still plugged into the wall by the cord. I stepped between them, looking up at Mom with my arm held in front of Dad to stop him from taking any more steps and enraging the situation further.

The look on Mom’s face was frightening, the rage in her eyes, and even through my tears, I could see her heart being wrenched out through her chest. Tammy took the lamp from Mom’s hand and draped herself around her, trying to absorb some of her pain.

“Find a hotel and text me, but she better not be there when I come over with the rest of your stuff, or I will fucking burn it all.” I whispered, and he couldn’t even look me in the face.

“I’m sorry, Levi.” Dad said, as he turned and headed for the door, his posture was that of a beaten man.

I watched him pull away from the house in his Audi, to the sound of wailing before another crash from upstairs as something expensive hit the Venetian plaster wall. Following the noise, I found Mom with the other vase in her hands, aiming at the wall where the shattered remains of the matching one lay scattered at the base. “Make it a good one. It’s probably not worth shit without its brother anyway.” I said, and Mom hurled it at the wall.

“I will break everything he ever gave me.” Mom screamed, as the vase exploded into fragments.

“Well, I’m next then, I guess.” I said, as the vases were a wedding gift from his parents, so the story goes.

Mom’s eyes softened in a second as the recognition of my words hit her, and realizing the pain was not hers alone. She rushed to me, slamming ofise gelen gaziantep escort into my body and almost knocking me off my feet. “I got you, Mom. Tammy and I have your back.” I said, as I crushed Tammy into us from her hiding place in the hall.

“Oh, Mom, I’m so sorry.” Tammy said, as she hugged her from the side, gripping me tightly on the back.

It took a long while to get Mom to settle enough to talk to us calmly as we sat in the kitchen sipping the coffee that Tammy made. “It’s like we are in some fucked up daytime soap opera. It couldn’t get any more cliché.” Tammy noted, as she made herself another coffee, and Mom was staring at the pile of clothes at the bottom of the stairs.

“I will take his clothes to him.” I said, and Mom’s eyes jerked in my direction.

“You know where he is staying?” She asked, before screwing her face up and beginning to cry.

“Not yet. I asked him to text me where I can take his clothes.” I said, rubbing her shoulders while she cried some more.

“Why do I still care where the fuck he is?” Mom asked herself.

“Habit, I guess.” I replied, and she nodded as she sipped on her coffee.

“Are you ready to talk about it yet?” Tammy asked, and I cringed.

“His assistant phoned me to tell me about the affair. She said it was only to help me see the true man he was.” Mom said, almost under her breath.

“How long has it been going on?” Tammy asked, but I couldn’t believe her questions while Mom was obviously crushed by the discovery.

“She didn’t say, but I didn’t even have a clue. I thought I would have known.”

“Well fuck him, I say.” I said, as my phone pinged.

Mom looked at my pocket with a flash of concern, then screwed up her face again and began to cry. Fuck, even after this betrayal, she still loved him. I collected all his clothes in a garbage bag and took it around to his hotel room, leaving them at the door, and texted him when I was leaving the car park. I didn’t want to talk after dealing with my devastated Mother all night.

This cold war lasted for the next few weeks, and everyone suffered. Tammy only answered Dad in one-word texts, and I could barely speak to him at all. I went around to see him after he texted me a hundred times that day. “What the fuck, Dad.”

“Your Mom won’t answer my texts.” He stammered, and he looked awful when I opened the door.

“If she has any sense, she will have blocked your number if the hundred messages you sent me is anything to go by.” I replied, still pissed off with him.

“It was one night, we were both drunk, and she came back the next day with plans for our future. What future? I am married, and I still love my wife.” Dad stammered, before breaking down in my arms.

“You are a fucking idiot.” I said, and he just nodded his agreement.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” I asked, looking back at their perfect marriage.

“She took off her dress and I couldn’t walk away from that body in those skimpy panties. You’re right, I’m a fucking idiot.”

“Well, what are you going to do about it?” I asked, still dubious about the chances but wanting to give him some hope, and maybe even myself some too.

“Do you think there is something still there?” He asked, looking into my eyes, searching for the truth.

“Not how it was, but she is not happy either, so before someone else finds that beautiful woman and gives her the life she deserves, you better do something. And I don’t mean another hundred stupid texts.” I answered, already wondering if I was doing the right thing.

He nodded his head and straightened up his posture. I had given him some hope. It could have been false hope, but it was a straw, and he clutched onto it with both hands. I left him that afternoon with a hug and the understanding that he was human and, if he was telling the truth, had made a mistake that was currently taking away his whole life.

It was a few weeks later that we got a text from Dad asking for a family meeting. I had a date with Wendy, and her Mom and Dad were staying out late, so I was looking forward to getting naked with her. “Dad called a family meeting, I don’t know how long this will take, and I hope I will make it around tonight. I don’t want to leave Mom if she is broken up after she talks to Dad.” I said, over the phone to Wendy.

“I get that, Levi, but I will be in my bed without any clothes if you can find the time to make it.” Wendy said with a giggle, and I almost texted Dad to tell him he was on his own.

Tammy was sitting with Mom at the table when I got downstairs a few minutes before Dad was due to arrive. Mom had on makeup, something I hadn’t seen her wear in the last few weeks. Tammy was sitting on her shoulder almost protectively. Her body language and folded arms tell of her closed heart. I couldn’t blame her, as Mom wasn’t the only heartbroken that night.

“Ding Dong.” The doorbell chimed, and I went to let Dad in as no one else moved after their bodies jerked at the sound.

Dad hugged me briefly gaziantep ofise gelen bayan escort and then moved into the dining room. He offered Tammy a hug too, but dropped his hands when she looked away. He gingerly pulled out a chair close to Mom, and when she didn’t flinch, he sat down facing her.

“I’m sorry, June, I know that means nothing to you, but I’m truly sorry for hurting you. I have never done anything like that before, and I have gone out of my way to make sure I’m not in a position where it is possible. I always have two assistants working with me whenever I need help. Any suggestion that I was alone with a female assistant was too damaging. But that night, I had too much to drink and dropped my guard. Unfortunately it happened. I wish I could get a do-over; there are so many times I could have stopped it all. But.. I simply fucked up.” Dad’s voice trailed off as the tears brimmed in the bottom of his eyelids, threatening to overflow.

Mom remained unchanged, her face hardened to him. Now after weeks of buildup, no emotion came out. “You expect me to believe it was only once?” She asked, her voice harsh and short.

“I don’t expect anything, and I don’t deserve anything from you. I just wanted you to know I love you.” He said, now knowing he was beating a dead cat here.

I saw Tammy’s eyes flicker to him and then away as he stood. She was like a coiled snake, ready to bounce from her seat at any second, and I was prepared to step between them to stop the blows that I was sure were to come. But when she moved, it was too quick, and she had her arms around his neck and was crying before I had a chance to stop her.

Tammy’s sobs were loud and only matched his as he clutched onto his Daughter with all his might. “I’m sorry, Tammy, I’m so sorry.” He said, as he pulled back from her and turned to leave.

“Is that all you have to say? You blow this family apart for a little pussy, and all you can say is, I’m fucking sorry?” I yelled, as Dad made his way to the door.

“It’s not all Levi, but I have loved your Mother for over twenty years, and I have never seen her lock me out like that before. So any plan I had to get us back together would be pointless right now.” Dad said, his shoulders slumping back to their defeated position.

“So you aren’t even going to try?” I asked, but Mom cut me off.

“What plan?” her words startled us all.

“North fur.” Dad said, without turning.

“What’s North Fur?” Tammy asked, looking at Mom, who rose from her seat.

“It would mean dropping everything here.” Mom said, as her words cut through the tension in the air like a hot knife through butter.

“I have nothing here, but I need my family.” Dad said, turning to face Mom, who stepped forward to confront him.

“But why now?” Mom asked, her eyes on Dad’s, who’s lifted to hers.

“When we had nothing, we had that dream. We lived in a one-room apartment with a pull-down bed and a toaster. It was you and I against the world, and I don’t remember being happier in our lives. We have worked all our married lives for more stuff and gotten less and less happy. Why not have the dream?” he asked, stepping in even closer.

Dad then dropped to his knees and pressed his cheek to Mom’s belly. “I’m begging for your forgiveness and will walk away now forever if you say so. But if you still have that dream, I will give it to you. A year at North Fur island.” Dad said, his arms around Mom’s hips and his face buried as he sobbed.

“No research assistants?” Mom asked, a hint of venom still in her voice.

“It takes four people.” Dad said, and I got a feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“There are four of us.” She said, and I knew we were trapped, even if Tammy still had a bewildered look on her face.

“What the fuck is North fur?” Tammy asked again.

“Not a holiday resort, I’m guessing.” I answered, as we both saw Mom’s hand go to the back of Dad’s head and hold him to her body as she cried.

Over the next few days, the plan came out, and with every detail came the realization that this was not some idle plan of two young kids. It was something that would have happened many years ago if I hadn’t come along. North Fur was a remote island with a fur seal colony that was remote enough to be unaffected in modern times, but forty years ago was almost wiped out by fur hunters.

Dad announced his one year sabbatical from the college, and Mom quit her practice and began to arrange the transport of all the equipment needed for the one-year stay. I was at Wendy’s again, trying to cram as much fooling around into the days left before we shipped out. “I have only these last few days before I go off to war.” I pleaded, as I looked up from between her naked thighs.

“Well, I won’t have to worry about you being celibate for the next year.” She said, as she broke out in giggles, I stopped that with a lick of her clit.

Wendy put her hand on the back of my head, forcing my tongue deeper into her pussy. “But I will miss this tongue.” gaziantep ofise gelen escort She groaned, as her organs took over.

Even as we taxied along the runway, I was already missing Wendy. “You can text and ring Wendy whenever I like using the satellite internet.” Mom said, trying to reassure me.

The trip was exhausting, with two plane rides and a long journey in the world’s slowest boat. I was waking up on the deck when I saw a dot on the horizon. “Fuck, it’s tiny.” I yelled, when I saw the amazed looks on Mom and Dad’s faces.

“It’s beautiful.” Dad and Mom said, together, but I just couldn’t see it.

“Where is the town?” Tammy asked, as she looked along the coastline.

“Back where we got on the boat.” Mom answered, and Tammy looked back where we came from, distressed.

“That’s a day’s trip.” She said, looking at our home for the next year with fear in her eyes.

As we got closer, I could see the rocks and ledges that were the coastline covered with black dots that were constantly moving. Every spot that could possibly fit a seal was covered with more jumping around in the ocean below. We cruised past the rough edge of the island facing us and pulled closer to the side, away from the wind on this day.

The Captain dropped anchor and began to fill the landing craft with our gear from below. “One of you on each run.” He yelled, over the noise of the winch motor.

“I’ll go first and help unload the rest of the gear. You come next, Levi as it will be easier with us both.” Dad said, but I just wanted to go home to Wendy.

I came in on the second boat, and the small pebble beach was awash with the waves. The Captain said it was a good day, but I didn’t believe him. I jumped out of the boat, pulled it up onto the beach, and helped Dad carry the gear up to the high ground. By the time we had made our first trip to the top of the cliff and back, Mom was just off the beach.

She jumped off the boat in waist-deep water, and I raced out to help her drag the craft up the beach. What I wasn’t prepared for, was the wet bikini that clung to Mom’s body when she came out of the waves. I could see every crease of her bottom and even the vee-shaped bush where the water made her white bottoms see-through.

“June, your bottoms are a bit revealing.” Dad said, nodding to her crotch

“Oh, shit. Well, someone might appreciate them.” She countered.

“Oh, I do, but Levi probably shouldn’t.” Dad said, cocking his head in my direction and breaking me out of my trance.

“Crap, sorry, Levi.” Mom stammered, turning sideways but still showing most of her bottom.

“Didn’t see a thing.” I lied, as I picked up my next arm full of bags.

I was in front of Mom on the way to the top of the cliff but couldn’t miss her bottom when she bent over to drop her load right in front of my face. I got an eyeful of her bikini-covered crotch that left nothing to the imagination. Thankfully, she took off without looking at me, and we got down just in time to catch Tammy as she made the beach.

“What is it with white clothing today?” I asked, as Tammy’s shorts clung to her chunkier thighs.

Tammy’s body was softer and thicker than Wendy’s or Mom’s, but she was still pretty; especially with see-through white pants and white G-string underneath. “Let’s get this gear off the beach before the tide comes in and takes it all out to sea.” Dad said, looking around and surveying the mountain of gear around us.

Why so much stuff?” I asked, when I realized how many trips up the cliff we had to make.

“There is another boatload or two to go. We won’t see another resupply for two or three months at least.” Mom said, as she looked at the nearby rocks with seals basking in the sun.

I had lost interest in Mom’s ass by the fourth trip up the trail. The bikini had dried to the point that it was white cloth again, and even with her lovely bottom leading the way, I was as tired as hell. The tide had come in enough to be lapping at the path’s base only a few minutes after we had the last of our bags off the beach. We didn’t get them all at the top but at least they were distributed along the trail anywhere it was wide enough.

We toiled until the girls couldn’t make another trip, then Dad and I finished the last few on our own, holding each end of some of the longer pieces as we staggered to the top. The old man was still pretty fit for his age, and Mom was a real surprise; she was stronger than she looked. Tammy looked like she was about to die, but she was still breathing, which was a good sign.

“Push me back down the hill, and I will swim home.” Tammy grumbled, from on top of a pile of packs.

“I’m sorry, but the swim will have to wait. We need to set up a tent for tonight, or we will get very wet. It rains almost every afternoon this time of year.” Dad said, as he staggered over to one of the packs and started to pull out a tent.

“Are we all sleeping in there?” Tammy asked, as she lifted her head for the first time.

“Until we get the domes set up.” Mom replied, as she began clearing some small bushes and moving the rocks.

I helped Mom and Dad set up the tent but could still feel the tension between them. Mom snapped at Dad a few times, then thankfully stopped herself before it escalated anymore. Let’s just say it was cordial for the next few hours, but I was worried how they were going to sleep in the same tent all night. Once the tent was up, we started setting up a tarp so we could cook underneath with some protection.

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One of my previous stories told of how I had stripped naked on a dare and let my husband take photos of me sitting next to his sleeping father. I had gotten close and even put my leg over his dad’s leg to show my pussy in the photos. His dad was out of it and had no idea what I had done. My husband got his photos. I had put the entire incident out of my mind.

But, a few months later, my dear husband, Sean screwed up. He was showing his older brother Larry something on his phone and his brother got looking at the hidden photos file where he found some photos of me naked, including a few that Sean had uploaded from his camera. Without Sean knowing, Larry had transferred some of the photos to his phone. Now, my brother-in-law had a library of nude photos of me, including one of me sitting next to my father-in-law naked. The way the photo was staged, it was difficult to tell that Sean’s dad was passed out. He was sitting upright and I had moved his head forward so it looked like he was awake with his hand on my breast.

Larry showed the photos to he and Sean’s other brother Jon and Jon transferred them to his phone too. Jon showed them to his wife, Candy and Larry showed them to his wife Karen. When they were joking with the guys’ sister Shelly, they told her. So now the entire family had seen them, except for their mom and dad. They all thought that ‘Daddy’ had been awake. They apparently had quite a conversation about me and my posing nude with their dad. The two wives said they were appalled that I would do such a thing (more on that topic below) and that Sean would let me do it. Of course, Sean had talked me into posing. Somehow, Karen or Candy, or maybe it was Shelly let Mama know and showed her one of the photos. Mama raised hell with her husband. The old boy had looked like he was awake in the photos, but had been passed out and missed it. It had escalated into a minor scandal.

My husband Sean heard about all of this at some point but was afraid to tell me that his siblings and their spouses and his mother were passing around nude photos of me with their father. When Sean finally let me know, I was both embarrassed and pissed-off. With our previous dares, he’d had me naked in public and even fuck one of his friends, but not family. I didn’t want to visit Sean’s parents due to my embarrassment and the thought that they nurdağı escort must think I’m a real slut.

Then, one evening, I came home from shopping and found Sean’s dad sitting in the living room. Sean had put the kids to bed and he and his dad were having a beer and watching a ball game. I quickly said hello and headed upstairs. I changed into my nightgown and was reading a book in bed when Sean came to get me.

“Dad said wants you to say hello.” He said.

I said I was too embarrassed but he said I needed to face his dad sometime. I couldn’t avoid him forever.

I came downstairs and got Sean and his dad a beer, got a glass of wine, then sat down. After some small-talk about the kids his dad changed the subject.

He said, “I’ve seen a photo of you sitting next to me naked but I don’t remember my son taking it.”

I told him, “You were asleep. I’m so embarrassed. Sean thought it would be a joke or something to take the photo. We didn’t intend for everyone to see it.” I looked a Sean with a scowl.

His dad said, “I’m sorry I missed it. I wish I had been awake.”

Sean laughed and I just shyly smiled.

Then Sean said, “I dare you to do it again with my father awake.”

I was shocked by the suggestion. I had always accepted Sean’s dares, but this was over-the-top. I firmly said no, but he persisted. I was amazed at what he was asking. It seemed to be an outrageous idea, but the earlier photos were outrageous too. My resistance became less firm as he persisted. His dad just sat smiling there without saying a word.

“Your whole family has seen my naked pictures and must think I’m a real slut.” I said to them.

His dad laughed and got out his phone. He tapped different things and brought up a photo that he showed to me. I was shocked again; the photo was of he and his other two daughter-in-law’s standing in front of a lake. Karen and Candy were topless with small bikini bottoms and dad was wearing just a speedo bathing suit. There were four hard titties and there was a bulge in the speedo. Dad said they had taken that photo a few years ago when they were on vacation at a lake. It was before Sean and I were married.

Dad said, “I have a photo of you naked, but would like one taken when I am awake.”

Sean encouraged me, “I dare you to nurdağı escort bayan strip for us.”

I was just wearing a nightgown with no underwear, my normal nightly attire. It would be very easy to lift it over my head and get naked. Sean moved behind me and put his arms around me. I expected what he did next. He pulled the front of my nightgown up, exposing my trimmed pussy to his daddy.

I thought, “Holy shit. He really wants me to strip for his dad.”

When Sean said he dared me again, I decided to do it. I gulped down my wine and then I pulled my nightgown up and over my head, dropped it on the floor and stood there naked.

Sean went to get his phone for some photos. When I went and stood next to his dad for a picture, I decided to up the ante and pulled his dad’s shirt over his head. He was left wearing a pair of shorts. Sean photographed me, his wife standing naked next to his dad.

But that wasn’t enough for them. “Pose like you did when Dad was asleep.” Sean said.

His dad sat back on his chair and I sat on his lap. I straddled one of his legs, spreading my legs so that my pussy rested on his bare knee. He moved his knee and rubbed it into my crotch. I felt both turned-on at the daring behavior and a little depraved at rubbing my cunt on my father-in-law’s bare leg. Feeling his skin touch my pussy was strangely erotic and taboo.

I felt something hard against my leg and realized it was his prick. I reached to the side and squeezed it through his shorts. Then I snaked my hand up the leg of his shorts and took his bare cock in my hand. He was definitely aroused. The realization that I had given him a hard-on intrigued me. On an impulse, I turned and unbuckled his belt and undid the button and zipper on his shorts. With one motion, I pulled his shorts and his underwear down his legs and off his feet. Now he was naked too.

Neither my husband nor his dad said a word as I knelt between daddy’s knees and looked directly at his cock. I looked into his eyes, turned and smiled at my husband with his camera, and then took the cock into my mouth. I was blowing my husband’s father. I licked and sucked the cock. I wanted to make Sean proud and to show his dad that his son had married and really-good cocksucker. Dad’s prick was hard and seemed to have some escort nurdağı resemblance to his son’s prick. I eagerly sucked on the cock while Sean took pictures.

While sucking his cock, I thought to myself, “Why stop now.” And “Why shouldn’t I get something out of this too.” If Sean and his dad were okay with me being naked, why not.

I stood up and turned around. I straddled his legs and then I lowered myself on Sean’s father’s lap. I grabbed his cock and aimed it at my cunt and then sat down on it. I felt his cock sliding into me. I like to fuck and his cock was stiff and stimulating as it slid into me. It was hard and filled my horny cunt. I humped up and down, looking into Sean’s eyes while I rode his father’s cock. Sean could see and photograph the cock sliding in and out of me. He was watching his father fuck his wife. It was pure incest, forbidden stuff. I grinned wickedly at my husband and told him to get his cock out.

Sean pulled his pants down and I pulled him toward me, sucking his cock into my mouth. ‘Family fucking’ is what I would call what we were doing. Getting fucked by two cocks at once was a real treat. It didn’t take long for Sean’s father to empty himself into my cunt. I felt the familiar spurt of semen hitting my inner membranes and had my own orgasm. Now I could say Sean’s father and I had fucked each other and come together, some real family bonding. Seeing his father empty into me sent Sean over the edge and he came in my mouth. I licked up the white cum and licked his cock like a slut. I turned around and bent down to clean off his father’s cock too. If I was going to be slutty, I might as well go all the way. Then I gave Sean an open-mouthed kiss, letting him taste the semen in my mouth. I felt a glob of cum drip out of my cunt and then run down my leg. It was all so wrong, but exciting at the same time.

I took Sean’s hand and led him upstairs to bed. His dad said he would let himself out.

I made Sean promise to hide and password protect the photos of me fucking his dad. I heard a few suggestive comments from his brothers which makes me think he’s shared them and I’ll bet their wives know about what I did if they haven’t seen the pictures. I know they think of me as a slut anyway, but I’m still embarrassed when I’m around them.

We were on vacation later that year and ended up posing for a photo with Sean’s dad in the middle and the family women beside him topless. We even got Shelly to stand beside her dad, topless, with Mama’s tits on the other side and the rest of us beside them. I wonder who has copies of that photo and where it’s been. The family has a lot of cousins, but they are for another story.

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Cette histoire tirée de mes archives a été écrite il y a une dizaine d’année par un certain Gabrieldutour. Mes remerciements à cet auteur.

Avertissement : Ce récit n’est qu’une fiction sortie de l’imagination de son créateur. Vous trouverez dans ces quelques lignes très « hard », gang-bang et prostitution.

Si vous n’aimez pas ce genre de lecture, ne continuez pas à lire. Merci.

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Bonjour à tous. Me voici donc décidé de vous narrer la suite des mésaventures extrêmement pornographiques de ma mère, Martine. Avant toute chose, il faut que vous sachiez qu’elle a enfin augmenté le volume de sa poitrine. Les médecins n’étaient pas très enthousiastes car elle avait déjà des seins énormes et ils ont tenté de la dissuader. Heureusement, elle a insisté et au bout de presque deux longs mois, cela s’est fait.

Ma mère a donc cessé ses cocufiages répétés afin de se concentrer sur son opération. Elle s’est bien déroulée et même si elle ne me le dit pas, je sais qu’elle en a profité pour se faire faire un léger lifting.

Je suis donc revenu sur Nantes début Décembre afin de voir le résultat. Du fait de la présence de mon père, Dominique, ma mère m’a accueilli en tailleur jupe. Mais de toute façon en voyant les deux énormes bosses sur sa poitrine, je pouvais déjà deviner la taille gigantesque de ses seins. Désormais, elle ne peut plus masquer leur opulence et même en mettant des soutiens gorges adaptés qui enserrent son énorme poitrine.

De visage, elle semble avoir rajeunie et paraît avoir 35 ans. Elle a également dû se faire injecter du collagène dans les lèvres. Elle a pris soin de se passer un beau rouge à lèvres qui rajoute un plus de sensualité. Elle est coiffée au carré, les cheveux teints en noir lui arrivent à la moitié du cou. Elle ressemble un peu à la présentatrice Evelyne T. mais avec des formes nettement plus plantureuses.

Sa tenue est conventionnelle mais la façon qu’elle a de se maquiller et sa démarche en disent long sur sa personne. A force de faire le trottoir et de s’offrir à des inconnus, elle a pris de mauvaises habitudes et adopte souvent une démarche provocante. Ma mère est une femme épanouie qui n’hésite plus à rendre son corps le plus attirant possible.

Mon père ne dit rien et fait comme si de rien était. Nous passons la soirée à trois en train de dîner comme une famille bourgeoise exemplaire. Harassé par sa semaine de travail, mon père nous laisse seuls, maman et moi. Nous débarrassons la table et nous nous servons un petit verre de rhum arrangé. Au salon, nous parlons de son opération des seins. Elle m’avoue avoir eu du mal à obtenir l’accord des médecins. Ils ont tenté de l’en dissuader plusieurs fois. Mais elle a réussi à obtenir ce qu’elle voulait. Le résultat est plutôt réussi et même au-delà de ses espérances.

Elle m’avoue également avoir eu des propositions salaces de la part de l’associé du médecin qui l’a opéré mais elle a refusé. Je lui demande :

– Et tu comptes refaire le tapin?

– Oui mon chéri. Tu sais que je n’ai pas le choix de toute façon. Je suis l’esclave de cet ignoble pervers de proxénète même s’il me paye pour que je me prostitue.

– Mais cela te plaît-il d’être obligée de vendre ton corps à tous ces hommes.

– Au départ, je t’avoue que j’ai eu honte mais tu sais que j’aime être soumise aux hommes et surtout par plusieurs à la fois. Le fait d’être en plus devenue une prostituée me procure une sensation de bien-être incroyable. J’aime me vendre, être à la merci de tous ces hommes qui m’humilient.

– Mais tu es folle. Et les autres femmes qui se prostituent : Elles n’ont pas le choix et sont dans la misère.

– Eh bien moi, je fais cela pour mon plaisir sexuel. Je me sens une vraie femme désirée et non une mère de famille honorable. J’en ai assez d’être obligée de jouer la comédie devant les amis de ton père. Je vous ai élevé ta sœur et toi et maintenant, j’ai envie de profiter de mon corps.

– De toute façon, tu sais que j’approuve ce que tu fais. J’ai même hâte de passer une soirée avec toi et de voir la taille de tes seins.

– Aaah que tu es gentil mon chéri! Si toutes les mères pouvaient avoir des enfants aussi compréhensifs que toi.

– Et si tous les fils avaient des mamans aussi libertines et courageuses de concrétiser leur perversion.

Ma mère me sourit et dit :

– Je passerai dans ton studio en fin de semaine et je mettrai un décolleté très provocant avec cette mini-jupe en cuir que tu aimes tant.

– Il faudra faire attention car les voisins savent que tu es ma mère et ils pourraient tout dire à papa.

– Bah, on se retrouvera en ville de toute façon. Si tu veux, vu que tu n’as plus d’amies, je verrai si je ne peux pas te trouver une collègue.

– Tu sais maman, je préfère les filles normales. J’aime bien les séduire et qu’il y’ait des sentiments.

Ma mère me regarde en fronçant des sourcils.

– Et moi, tu préfères me voir me faire baiser comme la dernière des truies. Je n’ai pas oublié que tes copains et nizip escort bayan toi, vous vous êtes bien rincés l’œil pendant que je me faisais violer sur le parking. Même dans cette cité, vous étiez heureux de me voir me faire saillir par ces jeunes salauds.

– Oui, mais toi c’est différent car je sais qu’au fond, tu aimes ça.

– Ce n’est pas une raison! Je suis ta mère, celle qui t’as mis au monde et toi, tu me traites comme une pute et tu me laisses subir les derniers outrages en y prenant beaucoup de plaisir.

– N’oublie pas que c’est toi qui a donné notre adresse.

– Ooh, je ne l’oublie pas et d’autres non plus ne l’ont pas oubliée.

– Il y’a eu du monde?

– Pendant deux semaines, cela n’a pas arrêté. Je ne m’habillais même plus. J’avais juste un peignoir et ils sont même venus à dix une fois. Ils m’ont tous baisé dans la cuisine, sur la table. Après ça, ils m’ont forcé à les suivre dans leur cité en peignoir. Puis j’ai dû à nouveau les satisfaire dans une de leur cave vétuste.

– Tu devrais arrêter d’aller dans ces endroits, j’ai peur qu’il t’arrive des choses là-bas.

– De toute façon, plus personne ne passe ces temps-ci.

Ma mère termine son verre d’alcool et monte se coucher. Elle semble frustrée que plus personne ne lui rende visite. Pour ma part, je suis content car je trouve que maman exagère sur ses relations extra-conjugales. Pour elle, le sexe est devenu une véritable drogue et pire encore car elle éprouve de plus en plus le besoin de se dépraver et d’être soumise à des jeunes de mon âge et peut être même plus jeunes.

Je pense un peu à mon père aussi. Que penserait-il s’il savait pour maman. Je n’ose l’imaginer. Certes, je suis heureux que ma mère aime le sexe mais cela me rend un peu amer vis à vis de mon père. Je monte me coucher à mon tour mais je dois avouer avoir hâte de voir le décolleté de maman la semaine prochaine.

Je rentre donc à mon petit studio et travaille mes cours. C’est dur et il faut assimiler pas mal de chose. La fin de semaine arrive enfin et ma mère me rejoint. De visage, elle ressemble de plus en plus à une actrice X tant elle est maquillée outrageusement et sa démarche provocante est suffisamment explicite. Elle porte toujours un tailleur jupe mais on devine les énormes protubérances mammaires qui déforment agréablement son chemisier. Elle a dû passer des heures dans la salle de bain et elle sent un agréable parfum de femme. Elle est une vraie professionnelle et même moi, son propre fils, suis subjugué par tant de sensualité. Il arrive que ma mère me fasse bander et que je la vois autrement que la femme qui m’a mis au monde et élevé.

Mais la soirée ne fait que commencer. Maman et moi prenons l’apéritif. Nous discutons beaucoup de sexe. Les verres se succèdent, la désinhibant. Ensuite, elle file se changer dans ma petite salle de bain et en ressort quelques minutes plus tard, transformée en véritable bombe sexuelle.

Je vais la décrire une fois de plus pour bien allécher le lecteur. Certes, pour les amoureux de Martine, cela peut être rabatteur mais il faut penser aux nouveaux lecteurs. Ma mère mesure environ 1m64 (un peu plus avec ses talons). Elle est brune aux yeux noisette avec de fins sourcils. Elle est coiffée au carré avec des cheveux teints en noir qui lui arrivent jusqu’à la moitié de son cou. Elle ressemble un peu à la présentatrice Evelyne T. de visage mais avec des lèvres pulpeuses mises en valeur par un rouge à lèvres très vif. Elle n’a presque pas de rides pour ses 47 ans et paraît en faire 35. N’ayant pas travaillée de sa vie et s’entretenant beaucoup, elle a su garder un corps bien conservé. Elle n’a pas un corps de mannequin ni de sportive et loin s’en faut mais elle a ce qu’il faut où il faut. En fait, elle est plantureuse. Elle a de belles formes bien arrondies et sensuelles. Ses deux grossesses lui ont donné un très léger embonpoint au niveau des hanches mais cela se voit peu. Il ne faut pas oublier que c’est une mère de famille bourgeoise, bien entretenue.

Ce qui attire le regard, et les lecteurs le savent bien, c’est sa grosse poitrine. Croyez-moi, cela est assez choquant mais terriblement excitant. L’opération a été sublime. Les amateurs de grosses poitrines seraient heureux à la vue de ses deux énormes nichons compressés dans un body noir en cuir. Déjà, maman avait une très grosse poitrine mais là, cela dépasse les espérances. Et le plus terrible, c’est que cela lui va parfaitement bien. Ils sont lourds et bien ronds, pressés dans ce body qui menace d’exploser au moindre mouvement. L’échancrure du body est large et ses seins ressortent vers le haut. Je me demande comment elle fait pour respirer. Son ventre est à l’air et j’aurai aimé qu’elle fasse comme mon ancienne copine Laëtitia : c’est à dire qu’elle se mette un anneau sur le nombril. Mais maman est un peu rétive à propos de tout ce qui est en rapport avec le piercing.

Elle a mis sa mini-jupe en cuir moulante qui lui arrive à ras les fesses. Ses jambes sont nues mais bien entretenues. escort nizip Elle porte des sandales noires à talons hauts, lacés à ses chevilles. On peut voir aussi qu’elle s’est vernie les ongles avec une couleur crème.

Avec un sourire éclatant elle me dit :

– Alors, tu les trouves comment mes seins?

– Ils sont énormes mais tu as eu raison car cela te rend vraiment largement plus attirante, les hommes vont apprécier.

– Je sais que les hommes sont attirés par les gros seins et je suis très contente que cela te plaise. J’ai eu peur que cela te choque de voir ta mère avec des gros seins.

– Tu devrais savoir que j’aime te voir t’exhiber.

– Oui, mais je me demandais s’il était sain pour toi de voir ta mère faire la pute.

– Oooh non, Je suis fier de toi, fier d’avoir une mère qui est une bombe sexuelle que les hommes adorent.

Ma mère me sourit, les yeux en larmes et m’embrasse sur la joue, heureuse que moi, son propre fils , approuve ses dépravations et soit son complice.

Au même moment, j’entends frapper à la porte. Les coups sont insistants. En ouvrant, je reconnais le proxénète avec deux de ses copains.

– Ta pute de mère est ici?

Je réponds machinalement que oui. Ils entrent sans se gêner mais je ne les repousse pas, bien au contraire. Le proxénète la regarde et dit :

– Alors, tu t’es fait grossir les seins.

Ma mère opine.

– Enlève ton body que je vois tes nichons! Ils semblent bien gros!

Ma mère s’exécute et elle enlève lentement son body noir. Ses grosses loches tombent lourdement. Ils sont énormes et l’on peut voir ses larges auréoles brunes et ses tétons qui pointent durs, sans doute l’excitation due à la situation.

L’homme s’approche et les empoigne fermement. Il les soupèse en les pétrissant comme pour tester la marchandise. Son regard est vraiment pervers et l’on sent qu’il se retient de ne pas la baiser dans mon propre studio. Ma mère se cambre bien et lui offre ses gros seins. Il continue à lui malaxer les nichons devant les yeux concupiscents de ses amis.

– Eh bien ma salope, tu es une sacrée vache à lait! J’ai rarement vu des seins aussi gros et aussi bien foutus. Ce soir tu vas faire fureur. Tu vas d’abord faire la pute à la sortie des bars mais les seins à l’air. Tu n’as pas besoin de soutien-gorge au point où tu en es.

Ma mère ne dit rien et se laisse peloter par ce salopard vicieux qui en profite pour insinuer une de ses mains sous sa mini -jupe. Il constate qu’elle porte un sous-vêtement qui est un magnifique string noir.

– Vire ton string aussi, ce sera plus rapide comme cela.

Elle obéit sans broncher et enlève son superbe string noir. Elle le glisse le long de ses jambes nues et le tend à l’homme. Le Proxénète s’empare du sous-vêtement et le passe à ses amis. L’un d’eux dit :

– C’est vrai que cette pute a de gros seins mais je crois qu’il vaut mieux qu’elle mette un truc, ça serait plus sensuel, non?

Le proxénète rétorque :

– On verra après. On va l’accompagner dans un bar que je connais. La sensualité, on s’en fout, surtout avec elle. Elle aura les seins à l’air et ira directement au comptoir.

Il se tourne vers moi.

– Et toi tu peux venir. Maintenant tu es dans le coup et c’est normal que tu veilles à ce que ta mère fasse bien son métier.

– Ecoutez, je n’aime pas le fait de prostituer ma mère. C’est honteux, immoral et je n’adhère pas à cela.

– De toute façon, tu vas venir avec nous que tu le veuilles ou non. Sinon, ta chère maman risque de souffrir par ta faute.

Je ne comprends pas pourquoi ils tiennent tant à ma présence mais les lecteurs sauront pourquoi plus tard.

Nous suivons donc ces salopards qui nous emmènent vers leur véhicule. Ma mère a une veste mais en dessous, elle est seins nus. Elle reste silencieuse et résignée à vendre son corps ce soir. La voiture démarre en trombe et nous voilà partis pour une soirée de dépravation intense, une soirée qui restera à jamais gravés dans ma mémoire tant la conclusion est perverse.

Je suis monté à l’avant comme la dernière fois et bien sûr, je ne peux m’empêcher de lorgner cette femme à gros seins dans le rétroviseur intérieur. A l’intérieur du véhicule, c’est l’enfer. La fumée, l’odeur de la sueur donne envie de vomir.

Ma mère commence à se faire peloter et surtout ses gros nichons. Elle a enlevé sa veste et se retrouve donc seins nus coincée entre deux hommes aux regards lubriques. Sans hésitation, ils lui pétrissent les seins dans le véhicule en poussant des gémissements pervers. Ma mère commence à son tour à gémir car elle est très sensible au niveau de la poitrine. Ses tétons durcissent et les deux gars les lui pincent.

L’un d’eux, un basané au crâne rasé lui roule un patin de folie tandis qu’il la doigte. Il sent qu’elle s’excite et finit par mouiller. Son ami est en train de lui gober ses si gros seins, l’un après l’autre. Voyant cela, le proxénète s’arrête brusquement :

– Bon les mecs, elle est censée travailler pour nizip escort nous. En théorie, on baise pas nos prostituées avant qu’elles ne travaillent.

Il voit que ses amis sont bien trop affairés à la tripoter et surtout ses seins. Furieux il redémarre la voiture et se gare dans un coin sombre.

– Bon, sortez là et baisez-la sur le capot cette salope. Comme ça, vous serez un peu plus calme.

Ma mère est tirée hors du véhicule assez violemment et elle est plaquée sur le capot. On la retourne puis l’homme basané au crâne rasé lui baisse et lui enlève sa minijupe sans que maman ne réagisse. La voilà nue cette fois (elle porte juste des mules et son alliance). Elle est à leur merci et sait par expérience que se débattre ne sert à rien

Elle sent un doigt pénétrer et fouiller longuement sa chatte humide, puis son anus. Elle entend les gémissements de l’homme qui prend son pied à tripoter cette bourgeoise qui n’est autre que ma propre mère. Elle entend aussi les commentaires salaces sur elle.

Pendant une bonne minute, il explore les deux orifices puis terriblement excité, il déboutonne son jean et en sort un sexe gonflé à bloc. Sans plus de finesse, il enfonce sa queue dans le cul de ma mère et la ramone longuement et de plus en plus vite. Ma mère se laisse donc enculer par cet homme peu subtil et elle commence à gémir de plaisir. Elle accompagne les mouvements de va-et-vient par des ondulations du bassin et la voiture est animée de secousses.

Ses gros seins sont plaqués contre le capot froid du véhicule et on a l’impression qu’elle est sur deux ballons. On entend les cris de jouissance de ma mère dans toute la rue et la scène est plus que perverse.

Moi, je commence à vraiment bander bien que ce soit la femme qui m’a mis au monde qui se comporte comme la dernière des salopes en hurlant de plaisir. Le basané finit par se lâcher dans les entrailles de ma mère. De gros jets de sperme lui remplissent le cul.

L’homme se retire et le foutre dégouline de son anus. Son copain, un blanc au look hooligan pas très fin prend le relais mais la retourne car visiblement, il ne peut se passer de malaxer cette grosse poitrine qui jadis m’a allaité. C’est vrai que ma mère a de gros seins. Je repense toujours à mon enfance, au rapport maternel. Si j’avais su que ces deux protubérances mammaires satisferaient tant d’hommes. Peut-être que les seins de ma mère leurs rappellent leur propre enfance : ce doux lien qui unit l’enfant et sa mère, de la subtile jouissance éprouvée par la mère lors de l’allaitement. Car il faut le dire : ma mère aime par-dessus tout se faire tripoter les nichons.

Mais revenons-en au blanc. Lui ne veut pas l’enculer mais il s’affaire à lui tripoter les seins. Ma mère a les bras écartés et se laisse triturer son opulente poitrine, totalement soumise et la tête en arrière. Il grogne :

– Espèce de salope à gros seins, tu n’as pas honte de te faire baiser devant ton propre fils.

Ma mère ne dit rien trop excitée. L’homme continue de lui masser les nichons avec ses deux mains et finalement, lui aussi baisse son pantalon et la baise sur le capot avec violence. Ma mère hurle à nouveau, heureuse d’être baisée dans cet endroit sordide au risque d’être vue par tous. Le hooligan est bien moins endurant que le basané et il éjacule rapidement. Il se retire et laisse maman pantelante sur le capot.

On entend un crissement de pneu : Un autre véhicule s’arrête. Une bande de jeune de toutes nationalités en sort. Il y’a deux noirs, un arabe et un blanc.

– C’est quoi le plan, ici? Dit un des noirs qui semble être le meneur.

Le proxénète le regarde :

– Le plan c’est qu’on a rendez-vous, alors si tu veux baiser cette bourge raciste, il faut banquer.

Le noir devient fou et sort une liasse de billet dont la provenance est loin d’être légale.

– Allez mec, on va la faire morfler. Je paye cash la pute.

Le proxénète le regarde à nouveau :

– Bon, elle est à vous mais pas de coups, hein! Cette pute est réservée. Pour le reste, elle fait ce que vous voulez.

Les jeunes entourent ma pauvre mère et la bouscule. Elle reçoit une ou deux claques malgré les consignes du proxénète.

– Alors la pute, on est raciste, hein?

Ma mère commence à avoir peur mais cela l’excite aussi.

– Heureusement que t’es méga bonne, salope! Et que t’as vraiment de gros seins de vache à lait!

Le noir la met à genoux et sort un mandrin pas possible qu’il enfourne dans sa bouche. Elle se met à le pomper et le noir s’excite en grognant de plaisir. Il la saisit par les cheveux en marmonnant :

– Allez, suce-moi salope de bourgeoise raciste, allez!

Ma mère pompe sec et avec professionnalisme. Ses lèvres pulpeuses se referment sur la verge d’ébène et de temps en temps, elle l’enfourne tout au fond de sa bouche goulue. Le noir se lâche et le foutre envahit la bouche de ma mère. Rassurez-vous, elle fait tout son possible pour ne pas en perdre une miette. Elle en avale le plus possible tandis que le reste coule sur ses énormes seins et son ventre.

Le noir, les couilles vidées, passe le relais à son pote, l’autre noir. Ma mère se badigeonne de sperme tout en suçant le grand black. Elle prend du plaisir alors qu’elle a osé, il y a peu (et ça les lecteurs s’en souviennent) proférer des insultes racistes envers un jeune arabe qui la draguait en boite.

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Léa et Mélanie m’oblige à me déshabiller et à mettre des vêtements qu’elles ont trouvé dans ma penderie. Un corset en cuir avec un collier-minerve qu’elles me fixèrent autour du cou , des bracelets en cuir à chaque poignets équipée d’un mousqueton que l’on peut accrocher aux anneaux du corset. Des bas résilles et surtout des escarpins rouge vernis à talons aiguilles de 18 cm. Elle me bâillonne avec une sorte de muselière composée d’un bâillon-anneau avec un harnais passé autour de ma tête. Je tente de protester mais je ne sors que des sons indistincts. Le bâillon-anneau m’obligeant à garder la bouche ouverte, je me met à baver rapidement augmentant mon humiliation et faisant rire mes tortionnaires. Léa accroche une laisse à l’anneau de la minerve et tire violemment dessus manquant me faire tomber.

Allez viens petite chienne, on va voir ton mari!

Et titubant sur mes talons, nous sortons de la chambre.

J’ai eu toutes les peines du monde à descendre les escaliers sur mes talons de 18 cm. Arrivée en bas, Léa m’oblige à me mettre à quatre pattes pour arriver dans le salon. Philippe, Alain et Paul restent pantois devant cette apparition. Paul se lève, furieux, et proteste :

Mais ca va pas, non? Libérez la tout de suite!

Mélanie et Léa se précipite sur mon mari et arrive à le faire tomber à terre.

– Venez nous aider quoi! Lança Léa à l’attention de Philippe et Alain.

Ceux ci arrivèrent a minyon gaziantep escort maîtriser mon époux rapidement. Mélanie enfonça un bâillon-boule dans la bouche de Paul pour étouffer ses cris.Il fut menotté grâce à des bracelets relier par une chaîne. Cette même chaîne était relié à un collier qu’ils lui passèrent autour du cou l’immobilisant complètement.

Mon mari et moi nous nous regardons les yeux agrandis d’effroi, gargouillant des mots dans nos baillons. Moi salivant comme un bébé. Mélanie enlève le pantalon de Paul ainsi que son caleçon. Il apparaît la bite à l’air ce qui amuse beaucoup nos invités. Léa prend une badine et en assène un coup sur les fesses de Paul qui grogne derrière son bâillon. Philippe et Alain s’occupe de moi. Je suis contrainte d’aller vers eux à quatre pattes comme une bonne petite chienne. Philippe a déjà sorti son sexe en érection et il me l’enfonce dans la bouche.

Suce moi salope! Depuis le temps que j’en rêve.

Alain sort sa bite également et j’alterne entre les deux donnant des coups de langues sur leurs glands. Par moments, ils m’enfoncent leurs deux queues dans la bouche m’étouffant à moitié. J’entends les gémissements de Paul. Léa et Mélanie lui malaxent les couilles sans douceur. Léa le branle sans ménagements et il a une érection d’enfer. Mélanie lui donne des coups de badine sur son sexe et mon pauvre mari minyon escort gaziantep fait des sauts de carpe en couinant.

Alain m’agrippe les cheveux et fait coulisser sa bite dans ma bouche. Philippe se leva, fit le tour, et enfonça ses doigts dans ma chatte. Il agite ses doigts violemment me faisant gémir. Il me pénétra et , agrippant mes hanches, se mit à me pilonner comme une brute son ventre venant claquer contre mes fesses.

Léa est revenu de la cuisine avec une bouteille d’huile. Elle s’amuse a enduire le corps de Paul d’huile. Mélanie verse de l’huile sur le gode-ceinture qu’elle a autour de la taille.

– Je vais t’enculer, lance t’elle à l’attention de Paul, et après tu iras sucer les bites de Alain et Philippe quand ils auront fini de baiser ta femme.

Paul a les yeux exorbités en entendant cela. Ses yeux s’agrandissent d’horreur. Il tente de s’échapper mais Léa le maintient à quatre pattes. Mélanie s’approche et pointe le gode vers l’anus de Paul. Elle appui et le gode s’enfonce d’un coup faisant crier Paul à travers son bâillon. Elle agite ses reins doucement d’abord puis de plus en plus vite, ses mains crochés sur les hanches de Paul.

Alain me tirant par les cheveux interrompit ma fellation et me lança :

– Regarde ton mari, il se fait enculer par Mélanie.

Horrifiée, je vois cette salope de Mélanie s’agiter entre gaziantep minyon escort les fesses de mon pauvre Paul pendant que Léa lui fouette les fesses avec sa badine.

Cela donna une idée à Philippe qui décida de m’enculer également. Je sentis son gland appuyer sur mon anus et je tentais de protester. Mon trou du cul avala sa bite d’un coup et je la sens coulisser rapidement me faisant haleter.

Mélanie et Léa ont inversé les rôles. Léa encule Paul et Mélanie ayant enlever le bâillon-boule oblige mon mari à sucer le gode qui vient de le sodomiser. Moi, je suis empalé sur la bite d’Alain et Philippe m’encule. Ils alternent leurs coups de reins.

Cela dura une bonne partie de la nuit. Paul du sucer Philippe et Alain pendant que je dus lécher la chatte de Léa et Mélanie les faisant crier de plaisir. Je fus contrainte de sucer Paul et de m’arrêter juste avant qu’il n’éjacule. Paul dut se finir tout seul éjaculant son sperme sur le sol du salon. Sperme que nous dûmes, Paul et moi nettoyer en léchant le sol à quatre pattes fouettés par tout ce petit monde.

Depuis ce jour, nous sommes les esclaves sexuels des collègues de mon mari. Paul est contraint de porter sous ses costumes des vêtements féminins. Bas, porte-jarretelles….A son travail, Léa et Mélanie ne rate pas une occasion de l’humilier et elles ont toujours leurs godes avec elles….Philippe et Alain ont mis le patron de Paul dans la confidence. Du coup, j’ai été embauché dans l’entreprise ou je sers de vides-couilles à tous les employés, du moins ceux qui sont dans la confidence. Je suis baisée par Philippe et Alain plusieurs fois par jour et bien entendu Léa et Mélanie ne se prive pas non plus. Le patron de Paul organise régulièrement des soirées privées chez lui ou Paul et moi devenons les objets sexuels de ces invités…

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Amandine Blenon comprenait désormais la signification du mot solitude. En quelques jours, elle s’était appliquée à faire le vide autour d’elle. Elle avait d’abord dû mettre la famille de sa sœur à la porte sans ménagement, suivant les ordres d’Angel. La rupture avec Laurine, sa cadette, avait été terrible. Elle les chassait alors qu’ils lui avaient accordé un soutien sans faille dans les épreuves qu’elle avait dû subir à cause de l’avidité et de la lâcheté de son époux. Bien entendu, elle n’avait pas pu leur révéler qu’elle faisait tout cela pour les préserver ; Angel avait même menacé de soumettre Laurine au chantage si jamais elle rompait le silence. Elle avait donc dû se résoudre à les voir partir en sachant qu’ils ne lui pardonneraient jamais. Malheureusement, le pire était venu avec le départ de Maria. La plus jeune de ses filles avait pleuré puis hurlé, refusant totalement de se voir séparée de sa mère et de sa sœur si tôt après avoir perdu son père. Le cœur de mère d’Amandine s’était définitivement brisé quand elle avait abandonné sa fille dans la maison de ses parents. Ces derniers ne lui avaient fait aucun reproche mais elle avait senti le poids de leurs regards accusateurs alors qu’elle regagnait vers sa voiture, rassemblant toutes ses forces pour résister à l’envie de revenir serrer sa fille contre elle.

Durant ces jours affreux, le seul soutien sur lequel elle aurait pu s’appuyer était Laura mais elle ne s’était jamais sentie aussi éloigné de sa fille aînée depuis la soirée dépravante qu’Angel leur avaient fait connaître. Amandine ne pouvait pas accepter la totale soumission de sa fille à leur tourmenteur.

Deux jours avant l’aménagement officiel d’Angel dans leur demeure, un homme étrange arriva en son nom. Efféminé et tiré à quatre épingle, il dit s’appeler Jasper et être chargé de diriger les changements voulus dans la maison qui n’était déjà plus la leur. Ainsi le premier étage de la villa fut totalement réaménagé en un temps record par plusieurs équipes d’ouvriers. Amandine et Laura durent dormir dans le salon et découvrirent avec horreur comment avaient été changé trois des quatre chambres du haut. Chacune se voyait dotée d’une porte de sécurité qui ne pouvait plus se verrouiller de l’intérieur mais qui possédait un système de fermeture à commande centralisée comme dans les prisons. Et c’était bien ce que cet endroit allait devenir pour elles. Elles entrèrent dans l’une de ces chambres. Contrairement au reste de la maison, on avait retiré toutes les tapisseries pour ne laisser que les murs peint d’une couleur gris terne. On y avait installé un grand lit deux places, des toilettes et, pire encore, une caméra dans le coin haut droit. L’impression d’emprisonnement se renforça encore.

– Bien sûr toutes les installations ne sont pas terminée, fit Jasper avec sa voix de fausset. Le réseau vidéo demandera des semaines pour être opérationnel mais monsieur Angel est très exigeant et il voulait que ces premiers travaux soient terminés avant ce soir.

Amandine aurait voulu lui arracher le sourire qu’il affichait en prononçant ces paroles mais elle se contenta de serrer les poings en se dirigeant vers la dernière chambre, celle qui avait été la sienne et celle de son époux. Le contraste était flagrant. Leur grand lit avait été remplacé par un autre tout aussi grand mais bien plus somptueux à baldaquin orné de dorures. Sur le mur, on avait placé des tableaux signés de grands maîtres et en face du lit se trouvait une console regroupant plusieurs petits écrans et il ne fallait pas être un génie pour comprendre que c’était vers elle que les images des caméras de la maison convergeraient. Amandine saisit immédiatement qu’elle se trouvait dans la chambre d’Angel.

Jasper semblait satisfait du travail des ouvriers et leur affirma qu’il reviendrait dans quelques jours pour superviser les travaux complémentaires. Avant de repartir en milieu d’après midi, il leur remit une grande boîte en carton avec pour consigne d’attendre l’arrivée d’Angel pour l’ouvrir.

Angel arriva alors que le soleil se couchait. Il n’eut pas besoin de sonner et elles comprirent qu’il avait déjà fait tout ce qu’il fallait pour que tout le monde sache qu’il était le nouveau propriétaire des lieux. Leur déchéance allait rapidement être connue. Il possédait la clé de la porte d’entrée également et ce fut le bruit de la porte qui claqua qui les avertit de son arrivée. En arrivant dans le grand salon en provenance de la cuisine pour l’une et de l’étage pour l’autre, elles le trouvèrent dans le salon prés de la cheminée. Il avait allumé un feu et les attendait, affichant cette arrogance qui le définissait aux yeux d’Amandine. Il s’assit sur l’un des divans une place de la pièce, indiquant, s’il était besoin de le préciser son nouveau statut. De la tête, il leur ordonna de se placer en face de lui. Amandine voulut s’assoir mais le regard noir d’Angel le lui interdit.

– Je vois que vous avez apporté mon petit cadeau, dit — il en indiquant la boîte laissée par Jasper que Laura avait déposé sur la masöz gaziantep escort table basse. Amandine, ouvre — le!

Après un instant d’hésitation, elle se baissa pour déchirer le carton et l’ouvrir. Elle découvrit alors deux housses transparentes qui protégeaient des vêtements bien peu communs. Amandine discerna facilement un tablier léger, des chaussures cirées et un petit bonnet ; une tenue de servante on ne peut plus réduite.

– Voilà vos nouvelles tenues de travail, expliqua Angel. Puisque vous êtes devenues mes esclaves, il est normal que vous en portiez les atours. Allez mettez — les!

La gorge nouée, Amandine regarda sa fille, toujours aussi soumise à ce monstre, commencer à se déshabiller. Elle finit par en faire de même, elle enleva ses vêtements pour ne conserver que ses dessous mais la voix de son tourmenteur retentit alors.

– Qu’avais — je dis? Je ne voulais plus de sous — vêtements.

Elle se sentit étrangement comme une enfant prise en faute en constatant que Laura était, elle, totalement nue mais elle refusait d’accepter l’idée qu’elle allait devoir revêtir cette tenue indécente sans le moindre vêtement pour protéger ses parties intimes. Elle sentait le regard d’Angel peser sur elle et elle se souvenait de la violence dont il était capable quand on lui résistait. Il esquissa le mouvement pour se relever et elle se hâta alors d’enlever son soutien — gorge. Il se rassit, visiblement satisfait de la peur qu’il avait instillée en elle. Quand elles se retrouvèrent nues toutes les deux, il tourna la tête vers les housses. Laura saisit celle qui portait son nom et en déchira le plastique pour sortir les vêtements. Comme toujours, Amandine marqua un temps d’hésitation mais finit par imiter sa fille.

Ainsi vêtue, elle se sentit horriblement exposée. L’arrière de son tablier se réduisait à la ceinture nécessaire pour le faire tenir en place, elle se retrouvait donc avec le dos et surtout le cul nus. Sur l’avant ce n’était guère mieux. Très court, il protégeait à peine son entrecuisse et sa poitrine pourtant peu développée était à peine dissimulée. Celle de Laura, par contre, se retrouvait oppressée et ressortait sur les côtés. Angel semblait apprécier ce spectacle. Il se leva alors et ramassa leurs vêtements puis il se dirigea vers la cheminée. Sous leurs regards médusés, il les jeta dans le feu. Il ajouta petit accélérateur afin de s’assurer qu’ils brûlent bien.

– Vous n’en aurez plus besoin désormais. Ces tenues seront vos seuls vêtements. Comme vous avez dû vous en rendre compte, les ouvriers se sont débarrassés de tous les habits qui se trouvaient dans vos armoires.

Voilà la réponse à la question que se posait Amandine qui avait passé la moitié de l’après midi à fouiller les armoires de l’étage à rechercher ses vêtements. Désormais, ses robes de marques allaient être portées par les épouses des ouvriers qui avaient pillé les penderies de sa maison.

Angel retourna à sa place, se rassit et tourna la tête en direction de Laura.

– Viens ici!

Toujours aussi obéissante, la jeune fille s’avança et s’agenouilla devant lui. Comme une semaine auparavant, il tâta son opulente poitrine avec délectation au travers de la dérisoire protection du tablier.

– Amandine, il y a autre chose dans la boîte, c’est un autre cadeau pour toi. Prends — le!

Anxieuse, elle fouilla dans la boîte et en sortit un petit gourdin en plastique noire qu’elle reconnut immédiatement. C’était un godemichet. Elle se rassura en constatant que son diamètre n’était pas immense mais elle réalisa également qu’il n’était pas classique car il était agrémenté de lanière. Elle comprit qu’il était destiné à être porté en permanence.

– Lors de notre première soirée, je suis resté frustré, rappela Angel. Je n’ai pas pu mener à bien une opération qui me tenait à cœur… à cause de toi.

Il ne lui fallut pas longtemps pour comprendre de quoi il parlait : sa sodomie. Elle se crispa alors et lâcha le gode sous l’effet de la terreur.

– Je pense que tu as compris. Ce gode est prévu pour agrandir ton petit anneau afin que je n’ai aucune problème à t’enculer la prochaine fois. Son fond est plat, tu n’auras qu’à le poser sur la table et t’empaler dessus.

– JAMAIS! Hurla — t — elle. PAS CA.

Angel se tourna alors vers Laura. Il lui sourit et, la seconde d’après, lui expédia un coup de poing dans le ventre qui lui coupa le souffle. La jeune fille se plia en deux, les yeux emplis de larmes. Angel se retourna vers Amandine, son sourire traître toujours sur le visage.

– A toi de choisir…

Et sans finir sa phrase, il asséna un second coup à la jeune fille qui venait tout juste de se redresser. Elle s’affala sur le sol. Sans pitié, Angel la força à se relever en la tirant par la queue de cheval. Elle haletait sous l’effet de la douleur et son regard encore adolescent n’affichait plus que de la terreur. Il referma le poing.

– STOP! cria sa mère. Arrêtez, je vais le faire… gaziantep masöz escort je vais le faire.

Angel desserra le poing mais ne lâcha pas la queue de cheval de Laura. Lentement, à regret, Amandine se baissa pour ramasser le gode et le posa sur la table basse comme il le lui avait ordonné. En le touchant, elle constata qu’il glissait. Il avait été lubrifié et cela la rassura, un peu. Consciente que ce monstre qui prenait autant de plaisir à les violer qu’à les faire souffrir voudrait assister pleinement à son tourment, elle se tourna vers lui et commença à descendre sur le vit de plastique tendu. Le contact froid du plastique provoqua une réaction réflexe et les muscles de son sphincter anal se contactèrent pour résister à cette pénétration contre nature. Elle était incapable de se détendre mais elle se força à continuer son acte en dépit de tout et les premiers centimètres marquèrent le début de sa souffrance. Elle serra les dents pour ne pas donner à cet homme qu’elle haïssait le plaisir de l’entendre crier mais elle sentit des larmes de sueur perler sur ses tempes au fur et à mesure qu’elle enfonçait ce membre artificiel dans ses entrailles.

En face d’elle, Angel avait déboutonné son pantalon et conduit la tête de sa fille vers son membre. En dépit des sévices qu’il lui avait subir, Laura continuait à obéir servilement à ce monstre ; elle engloutit son membre dans sa bouche sans sourciller.

Cependant Amandine était loin de ces considérations tant la douleur que lui procurait l’objet rigide qu’elle était contrainte d’insinuer dans sa cavité anale lui faisait vivre un martyre. Il lui fallait toute sa volonté pour ne pas crier mais elle dut se rendre à l’évidence, elle n’aurait jamais la force de mener l’opération à bout et alors qu’elle l’avait enfoncé presque à moitié, elle ne trouva plus les ressources nécessaire pour aller plus loin.

A ce moment, elle vit se dessiner sur le visage d’Angel ce sourire sadique qu’elle ne connaissait que trop bien. Il repoussa la tête de Laura sans ménagement et se leva pour s’approcher d’elle. Il passa délicatement sa main dans ses cheveux en gardant ce sourire qui pour d’autres aurait pu paraître rassurant. Puis soudainement, il posa ses mains à plat sur les épaules d’Amandine et appuya violemment de telle façon que le gode s’enfonça totalement en elle d’un coup sec. Le froid contact de la table sur ses fesses fut la moindre des sensations par rapport à la vague de douleur qui l’envahit comme une marée et, en dépit de toutes ses résolutions, elle ne put s’empêcher de hurler.

Sans sembler se soucier de ses hurlements, Angel serra les lanières du gode autour de son ventre afin de s’assurer qu’il reste parfaitement figé dans son anus même si elle devait bouger. Totalement sous le choc, Amandine se laissait faire comme une poupée.

A ce moment, une sonnerie retentit et il fallut de longues secondes à l’esprit dominé par la douleur d’Amandine pour reconnaître l’appel de l’interphone.

– L’un de nos invités vient d’arriver, expliqua simplement Angel. Laura va donc leur ouvrir!

Des invités? Une véritable panique s’empara d’Amandine. Ce monstre n’avait pas seulement prévu de les humilier et de les faire souffrir, il avait fait venir des gens pour assister au pathétique spectacle de sa déchéance. Rien ne lui serait épargné.

Elle oublia rapidement ses appréhensions car Angel l’attrapa par les cheveux, l’entraînant à sa suite. Une nouvelle vague de douleur émana de ses entrailles et elle abandonna totalement toute dignité pour laisser parler sa souffrance : elle cria à chaque pas. Il se rassit dans le divan qu’il occupait juste avant et l’obligea à s’agenouiller, fesses bien dressées, pour reprendre le rôle abandonné par sa fille.

L’invité était en fait une invitée. Christine s’était rendue au chantage de son violeur et c’était la gorge nouée qu’elle faisait remonter sa voiture le long de l’allée qui conduisait à la villa des Blenon. Elle eut alors une pensée incongrue : elle songea à son père. Elle s’était souvenu qui avait longtemps été en affaire avec Jérôme Blenon et qu’il avait dû se rendre en ce lieu à de nombreuses reprises. Pourtant elle n’avait jamais rencontré cet homme ni sa famille. Tout cela s’expliquait par le fait que l’association entre les deux hommes datait d’une dizaine d’année alors qu’elle n’était qu’une jeune femme. Son père en patriarche autoritaire l’avait éloignée de la région en lui interdisant de suivre ses études à l’université de Fortlud, pourtant voisine. Elle n’avait jamais compris les raisons qui avaient motivée cette décision paternelle si ce n’est qu’il estimait qu’il considérait que Lileland et sa région étaient devenues dangereuses pour elle. Quand finalement, il lui permit de revenir, il s’était contenté de lui dire que « le frère avait enfin fait son devoir » sans jamais entrer dans les détails. Elle avait donc retrouvé sa place dans le petit microcosme régional mais Blenon ne faisait déjà plus partie des gaziantep masöz escort bayan relations de son père. Dorénavant son père était mort et elle n’avait plus entendu parler de Blenon avant la sombre affaire dans laquelle il avait englouti toute sa fortune et celle de plusieurs autres notables…avant ce soir.

Elle gara sa voiture dans le petit parking qui se trouvait devant la villa et constata qu’une seule voiture s’y trouvait. Elle descendit et se dirigea vers la porte d’entrée. Elle tendit une main tremblante vers la sonnette mais au dernier moment, ses forces l’abandonnèrent. Elle voulut rebrousser chemin mais la porte s’ouvrit alors devant elle et elle se retrouva devant une jeune fille d’une vingtaine d’année dont la tenue mit fin à toutes ses illusions. Elle ne portait qu’un simple tablier blanc très serré au niveau de la taille qui faisait ressortir son imposante poitrine et laissait ses jambes totalement nues.

– Le maître vous attend, déclara cette jeune fille qui devait être tout juste majeure et elle se retourna pour bien lui signifier d’entrer à sa suite.

Christine constata presque sans surprise que cette tenue indécente lui laissait le cul totalement nu et elle avala sa salive avant de trouver la force d’entrer dans cette maison où elle savait déjà qu’elle allait subir un martyre.

Elle traversa un petit hall d’entrée pour déboucher dans un grand salon très bien décoré et elle fut de nouveau le témoin d’une scène qui la terrifia. L’homme qui l’avait violée était assis sur un divan et entre ses jambes se trouvait une autre femme en train de lui prodiguer une fellation. Dans cette position, Christine ne pouvait pas voir sa tenue mais elle devinait aisément qu’elle était vêtu de la même façon que la jeune qui l’avait accueillie mais ce n’était pas ça qui la choqua le plus. Dans cette position, les fesses de la fellatrice étaient proéminentes et Christine discerna sans problème le cercle noir qui se dessinait au milieu des deux globes ronds : on l’avait sodomisée avec un gode. Une porte dans l’esprit de Christine s’ouvrit et elle voulut s’enfuir très loin de cet endroit infernal ; elle n’avait rien à faire ici.

– Bienvenue ma chère, fit l’homme et Christine se souvint enfin qu’il s’appelait Angel. Je suis satisfait que tu sois venue. Voyons Laura, débarrasse notre invitée!

La jeune fille sursauta comme si on l’avait giflée et elle s’approcha d’elle.

– Votre veste, s’il vous plait madame…

– Sa veste?!? grogna Angel, mais quelle conne. Tu crois qu’elle est venue pour prendre le thé? Elle est ici pour se faire baiser tout comme toi alors fous — là à poil!

La jeune fille, Laura, s’était crispée et elle se hâta d’obéir comme si elle voulait se rattraper auprès de cet homme. Christine ne voulait pas s’en laisser compter et elle la repoussa sans violence pour dégrafer son chemisier.

– Je parle tchèque ou quoi, s’énerva alors Angel. J’ai ordonné à Laura de le faire, pas à toi alors laisse la faire!

Sans attendre sa réaction, Laura glissa ses mains sous ses aisselles et commença à défaire les boutons de son chemisier à tâtons. Prise de court, Christine resta sans réaction. Elle sentait la poitrine imposante de la jeune fille se presser contre son dos et son souffle contre son cou alors qu’elle écartait les pans de son chemisier. Leurs deux peaux nues entrèrent alors en contact et, contre sa volonté, sa respiration s’accéléra. Comme à dessein, Laura laissa glisser ses mains sur son corps avant de déclipser les agrafes de son soutien gorge et Christine comprit alors que ce petit jeu était voulu par Angel. Il se jouait d’elle en faisant en la laissant entre les mains de cette enfant à peine plus jeune que Natacha en espérant reproduire le même émoi honteux qui l’avait faite tombée entre ses griffes. Le plus horrible était que cela fonctionnait. Elle se sentait partir alors que les mains de la jeune adulte défaisaient le ceinturon de son pantalon. Elle n’était déjà plus qu’un pantin désarticulé et elle se maudissait pour sa faiblesse en sachant qu’ainsi elle s’enfonçait encore plus profondément. En se plaquant volontairement contre elle, Laura descendit pour lui retirer son pantalon. Presque impatiente, elle souleva une jambe et puis l’autre pour lui faciliter la tâche. Ses mains remontèrent en glissant sur ses jambes provoquant des frissons d’excitations. Les mains de Laura se posèrent les côtés de sa petite culotte mais elles ne la firent pas descendre. Elles plongèrent dans son intimité. Ce fut le coup de grâce, Christine poussa un râle de plaisir comme par anticipation et des souvenirs de ses étreintes avec Natacha remontèrent à sa mémoire. Elle trouva la force de s’écarter de cette maudite enfant et pour mettre fin à ce piège et elle retira elle — même sa culotte le plus vite qu’elle le put. En se redressant, elle capta le regard d’Angel et son sourire carnassier indiquait qu’il avait eut exactement ce qu’il désirait.

– Tu as amené ce que je voulais? demanda — t — il en posant la main sur la femme qui s’occupait son sexe pour régler son rythme à sa convenance.

Honteuse, elle tourna la tête vers la mallette qu’elle avait amenée avec elle et qui se trouvait posée à côté de ses vêtements. Laura la lui apporta sans qu’elle n’ait besoin de rien lui dire. Elle la prit et, le cœur serré, l’ouvrit pour en poser le contenu sur la petite table basse en verre qui se trouvait juste devant elle.

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Dans une torpeur sexuelle, je sortis du bar de Rick par-derrière. Mes yeux me firent mal lorsque j’ouvris la porte. La lumière du soleil se reflétait sur les cailloux du parking. J’étais couverte de sperme, ma petite robe était tâchée et froissée. Même s’il faisait 30° dehors, je tremblai sous le coup de ce qui venait de se passer.

J’entrai dans ma voiture et je démarrai le moteur. Le soleil avait fait cuire l’intérieur et il faisait très chaud. Mais j’étais trop pressée pour ouvrir les fenêtres ou mettre la climatisation. Je voulais juste partir de là très vite. J’entendis mes roues crisser sur les cailloux alors que je quittai le parking et repris la route principale pour rentrer en ville.

Je regardai le bar de Rick disparaître dans mon rétroviseur et je poussai un soupir de soulagement. J’allumai la radio et cherchai une station de country. Mes doigts tapèrent la mesure sur mon volant et je réalisai que je riais nerveusement. Mon cœur battait la chamade. C’est comme si j’avais volé une banque. Je me sentais en vie.

Je m’aperçus que ma voiture sentait le sexe à plein nez. Il faisait chaud et je dégoulinais de sueur et de sperme. J’en avais partout sur moi et ma robe. J’ouvris toutes les fenêtres pour laisser entrer de l’air frais. Je réfléchis qu’il fallait que je me débrouille pour faire disparaître cette odeur de sexe avant que Mike ne la remarque.

Sans m’en rendre compte, ma main fut bientôt sous ma robe en train de caresser ma chatte. Oh mon Dieu, j’étais une grosse salope. Je n’arrivai pas à croire ce que je faisais.

A ce moment, j’arrivai à la périphérie de la ville et je me dirigeai vers le premier feu rouge de l’avenue. Je stoppai au feu. La musique sortait de ma voiture dont toutes les fenêtres étaient ouvertes pour aérer et faire disparaître l’odeur de sexe et de sperme.

Je tournai la tête et je m’aperçus qu’une voiture venait s’arrêter à mon niveau. Il s’agissait de M. JONHSON, le propriétaire du magasin de bricolage où nous allons souvent Mike et moi. Il me fit un grand sourire. Ma main sous ma robe s’immobilisa. Avait-il vu que je caressais ma chatte? Sait-il que je viens de sucer deux hommes chez Rick. Voit-il le sperme sur mon visage ou dans mes cheveux?

Je me sentis sexy et vivante. Je fis à M. JONHSON un grand sourire chaleureux. Puis je recommençai gaziantep escort à branler ma chatte. Il rougit et hocha la tête. Tandis que je le regardai fixement dans les yeux, je poussai deux doigts dans ma grotte humide et chaude.

Oh mon Dieu, je commençai à jouir. L’homme me fit un signe de tête poli quand le feu passa au vert. Il tourna à droite et descendit la rue vers son magasin. Je continuai tout droit, mes doigts fourrant ma chatte, en espérant ne pas avoir d’accidents alors que des petites répliques de mon orgasme secouèrent mon corps repu de sexe.

Je ne sais pas trop pourquoi, mais j’avais l’impression d’être une Super-girl. C’était comme si j’étais fière d’être devenues une salope à sperme et que je voulais que tout le monde le sache. La bonne petite Jessie, professeur exemplaire et femme discrète était une vraie salope. Je me sentais forte et puissante. Je ne faisais rien de mal et rien ne pouvait me toucher.

Alors que je me garai dans notre allée, je cherchai des signes que mon mari était à la maison. Je vérifiai mon visage dans le rétroviseur. Effectivement, il y avait encore du sperme dans mes cheveux près de mon oreille droite. J’attrapai une serviette et nettoyai le mieux que je le pus. Puis je glissai la serviette sous ma robe pour essuyer ma chatte dégoulinante. J’ouvris mon sac à main et j’appliquai du rouge à lèvres et une petite touche de fard à joues. Enfin, je descendis de ma voiture et je me dirigeai vers la maison en fredonnant la chanson entendue plus tôt.

– Mike? tu es à la maison? Criai-je d’une voix heureuse et enjouée.

– Ici bébé! Entendis-je.

Mike était assis à la table de la salle à manger avec des dossiers étalés. Il me tournait le dos et me regarda à peine.

Maintenant, vous pensez peut-être que je serais heureuse qu’il soit occupé après ce que je venais de faire une demi-heure avant. Mais non, même pas! Pas cette petite avaleuse de sperme, cette salope de Jess!

– Comment vas-tu mon grand? Dis-je d’une voix sexy alors que mes deux mains commencèrent à parcourir sa poitrine sensuellement.

Mais il dit :

– Pas maintenant Jess! Je dois terminer ces dossiers pour mon travail. Pourquoi n’irais-tu pas nous faire quelque chose à manger?

Mike se tortilla dans son siège quand mes mains attrapèrent son entrejambe et que je lui mordillai l’oreille. Il y avait seulement une demi-heure que deux gars avaient éjaculé dans ma bouche et mon visage. gaziantep escort bayan Mais j’avais faim de sexe et je voulais une autre bite, même si ça en était une peu remarquable comme celle de Mike.

– Alors bébé, trop occupé pour jouer? Dis-je avec une moue dans la voix.

Je fis descendre une de mes mains dans son pantalon alors que l’autre s’introduisait sous sa chemise pour jouer avec ses mamelons.

Mike commença à rire et je fis de même. Il pencha la tête en arrière et leva les yeux vers moi avec un grand sourire. Je ne sais pas ce qui me prit. Je me mis à l’embrasser passionnément en collant ma langue dans sa gorge. Était-ce une tentative inconsciente de lui faire goûter le foutre des deux hommes que je venais de sucer?

J’étais tellement excité que je commençai à frotter ma chatte contre le bord de la chaise en bois de mon mari, à travers ma robe froissée. Dieu, que j’étais excitée! Je voulais une bite maintenant!

Nos langues s’entremêlèrent. Si Mike goûta quelque chose d’inconnu pour lui, il ne dit rien. Je saisis ses deux tétons et je les tordis durement.

– AIE! Arrête! Ça suffit!

Je le laissai et je lui lançai un regard noir. Puis je dis avec de la déception dans la voix :

– Je vois que tu n’es pas trop en forme. Je vais prendre une douche avant de préparer à manger. Pourras-tu attendre?

En vérité je m’en foutais de ce qu’il allait répondre. Qu’il aille se faire foutre ce salaud jamais excité!

– Oui Jess, parfait! il me faut encore 45 minutes encore!

« Ouais c’est ça connard » pensai-je en montant les escaliers. J’avais un nœud dans le ventre. J’eus peur de ce que je venais de faire : jeter mon infidélité au visage de mon mari. Je ne pus croire que je l’avais embrassé avec la puanteur du sperme sur moi. Que j’étais conne!

Je regardai ma robe et je vis les tâches humides sur le côté. Heureusement que Mike n’avait pu me voir en face.

Je commençai à me déshabiller dès que je fus à l’étage. Je roulai, robe, culotte et soutien-gorge en boule et je les fourrai au fond du panier à linge.

J’allumai l’eau de la douche et bientôt la salle de bain se remplit de vapeur. Je me rendis compte que je tremblais, mais je ne sus pourquoi. Je n’avais pas vraiment peur même si j’aurais dû. C’était comme si je ne pouvais pas m’arrêter de jeter mon infidélité au visage de mon mari. Est-ce que je voulais me faire prendre?

Je tremblai en entrant sous escort gaziantep la douche. Je laissai l’eau chaude me laver « Laver tout ce sperme » pensai-je « laver mes péchés ».

Je crois que j’avais plus peur de moi que de n’importe quoi d’autre. Je devenais une autre personne. C’était excitant mais en même temps ça me faisait peur.

Pendant que je savonnai mes seins, je réalisai que j’avais besoin d’être libérée sexuellement. Une fois de plus, mes doigts trouvèrent le chemin de mon sexe et commencèrent à le caresser. Je vis une bouteille de shampoing extrêmement grosse dans le coin de la douche. J’en pris une noix et je la mis à l’intérieur de ma chatte. Puis je m’accroupis dans la douche et commençai à faire pénétrer la bouteille dans ma chatte.

Je sentis ma respiration s’accélérer. C’était stupide, c’était trop gros. Mais je poussai un peu plus et mon clito fut entraîné à l’intérieur tandis que l’extrémité de la bouteille me pénétra.

Même si j’avais un peu mal, la sensation était incroyable. Dans mon esprit, je commençai à revivre mon après-midi chez Rick. Je vis la queue de Glen devant moi qui m’appelait avec son épaisseur impressionnante.

Je m’accroupis un peu plus bas et poussai plus fortement. La bouteille de shampoing pénétra de quelques centimètres supplémentaires. Je pus sentir mes terminaisons nerveuses me picoter. Je n’avais jamais eu auparavant ce genre de sensation.

Très vite, mon monde se réduit à ma chatte et à la bouteille. Je continuai de pousser tout en frottant mon clitoris avec fureur. Je pris la bouteille par son col et je l’enfonçai plus profondément dans mon vagin. J’étais étirée à l’extrême, c’était douloureux au-delà de la raison. Mais j’arrêtai de branler mon clito et je m’accroupis aussi bas que je le pouvais dans la douche et je pistonnai ma chatte avec la bouteille en la tenant à deux mains.

J’hyperventilai, je pouvais à peine respirer. Je jouis, mais ce fut un genre d’orgasme que je n’avais jamais ressenti auparavant. J’eus l’impression qu’une boule de chaleur enflait dans mon ventre puis explosait et remplissait tout mon corps. Mes yeux sortirent de ma tête et mon jus de ma chatte. Je me souviens m’être demandée ce qui se passerait si Mike tirait le rideau de douche et me trouvait dans cette position dégoûtante. Ça me fit jouir encore plus.

Mon visage était rouge betterave, mes veines enflées dans mon cou. Je jouis si intensément que ma vision devint floue. Mais j’avais comme image cette énorme bouteille de shampoing enfoncée dans ma chatte.

J’étais accroupie comme si j’essayais de donner naissance à cette monstrueuse bouteille. Je me souviens avoir pensé que j’étais vraiment une salope pour désirer cela, pour avoir céder à cette obscène pulsion d’enfoncer profondément cet objet dans mon sexe.

A ce moment-là j’étais à la fois au paradis et en enfer.

A suivre…

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