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And Mother Makes Three

And Mother Makes Three
I could clearly hear the squeak of bedsprings emanating from my daughter’s bedroom through the thin plaster walls of my bathroom. I knew she was being fucked because masturbation doesn’t make that much noise! However, I was surprised to find out that it was her brother who was fucking her. I had definitely heard her say, “Oh, yes! Scott, that feels so good.” I knew I wasn’t crazy, and the walls were not thick enough to have distorted her words that badly. No my children were involved in a sexual and incestuous relationship. It was a relationship filled with potential dangers if I didn’t take some action.
I padded barefoot down the hall to the door of Sharon’s room. I knew that I must catch them in bed together or all was lost. To wait until morning would only give them the opportunity to deny it all and try to convince me that I had finally gone over the edge. My dilemma was whether to wait until they were finished or rush in and catch them in mid-stroke. It was an excruciating choice, one I didn’t have to make as I listened to Sharon and her brother keening in harmony, signaling their completion.
I quickly made up my mind as how to handle the situation. I stripped off my nightie and opened the door. Before they could even begin to be surprised, I slipped under the covers with them and hugged them both to me. I could easily feel their fear washing off them in waves. The last thing any teenager wants is to get caught having sex by their parents, but when one is participating in incest the desire not to get caught is at least a hundred times greater.
“So what were you guys up to?” I asked in a voice that was light and carefree. It was not the voice of a parent, it was the voice of a concerned friend, which I was trying to be at that moment.
“Uh … nothing”, Scott choked. At nineteen years old he had the body of a man, but he still retained his boyish face; a face that constantly reminded me of his father.
“Well, it sure sounded like something to me,” I said, sounding light and chipper. The last thing I wanted to do was frighten them anymore than they already were. “A very good something,” I said.
“You mean you’re not mad?” Sharon asked suspiciously.
“Mad? why should I be mad?”
“Because we were screwing,” Scott said incredulously.
“You were not screwing,” I said indignantly. “You were making love. You were making love to your sister, whom I know to be a very lovable person,” I added as I hugged them both tightly to me.
“You mean you’re really not mad?” Sharon asked timidly, as if expecting me to turn into some type of fire-breathing monster who could melt stone with just a glance.
“Heavens, no! There’s nothing wrong with making love to your brother”, I assured her. “However, the important question is: What do we do now?”
“I guess we’ll have to stop,” Scott said, sounding as disappointed as a child who has learned there really is no Santa Claus.
“Oh, really,” I said unbelievingly. “And just how long do you think you’d be able to stick to your guns on that, especially if Sharon walked into your room one night wearing a skimpy little negligee and smelling yummy, and tried to convince you that I wouldn’t find out if you did it to her?” Scott didn’t answer; he just shrugged his shoulders as his mouth twisted into a thin line. “See. So abstinence is not an option.”
“So what is?” Sharon asked a little heatedly. “What are you going to do? Send me to a convent and Scott to a monastery?”
“No,” I laugh at her absurd suggestion. “That would only make God angry with me. I’m sure you’d have half the nuns transformed into raging lesbian nymphomaniacs before a month.”
“You know her too well, Mom,” Scott laughed, and it was a good sound to hear. “So what do we do?”
“We are careful,” I said. “The most important thing is to insure that you two are safe. And by that I mean: No one finds out you’re sleeping together, and Sharon doesn’t get pregnant. She’s too young to have a baby.”
“I’m eighteen,” Sharon protested.
“Exactly, and still in high school,” I retorted. “So starting tomorrow, Scott has to wear a condom, each and every time you two do it. At least until I can get Sharon safely on the pill.” They both agreed and pinkie promised. “Second, you are only ever allowed to fuck at home, in this house, nowhere else, and never when we have company without my express and explicit permission. And last, you are both to see other people.”
“I don’t want anyone else,” Sharon cried. I hugged her and kissed her brow.
“You don’t have to sleep with other boys, sweetheart, and I really hope you don’t. I’d rather not have it known around town that my little girl ‘goes all the way’,” I assured her. “But you must at least date other boys to carefully cover our secret.” I was a full member of this conspiracy. “We must give others the impression that you and Scott share a normal, whatever that means – brother/sister relationship, and nothing more.
Understand?” Sharon nodded, quietly.
“Mom, why are you taking this so well?” Scott asked. “Why aren’t you going ballistic or something?”
“My father didn’t go ballistic when he caught me with your Uncle Mike.”
“Grandpa caught you and Uncle Mike doing it?” Sharon sounded astonished. “Oh my God, this can’t be true.”
When I was eighteen, it was unseemly for women to be sexually active, yet I had a very strong inquisitiveness about sex. My brother, Michael, and I had been so very close that I knew I could ask him any question I had without fear. Everything I learned about sex I learned from Michael, and when I finally decided that I was ready to become sexually active, it was to Michael whom I give my virginity. He was so sweet and tender, everything a sexually naive girl could ask for in a first time. When he parted my legs and entered me for the first time, I was so filled with love for him I didn’t even feel the tearing of my hymen. I experienced orgasm after orgasm as we fucked on the rug in front of the fireplace in my father’s den, which is where my father caught us after we forgot to lock the door one time. My father completely understood the relationship between most brothers and sisters, especially when both were extremely attractive and filled with a zest for life. He had also shared some incestuous moments with all three of his sisters. He taught us the most important word about such relationships; discretion. My father’s main concern was that his children were all right and protected, and I wanted the same for my two.
I told all this to Scott and Sharon as they listened enraptured. “Well,” I concluded as I separated myself from them, “I’ll leave you two alone to your fun.” I was out of bed and halfway to the door before they stopped me.
“Mom,” Scott said hesitantly. “Well, Sharon and I thought you’d like to stay.”
“That’s sweet, darling, but I don’t think you guys need an old woman crowding in on your fun.”
“You’re not old!” Sharon said vehemently. “Besides, we know how lonely you’ve been since Dad died.” I was lonely. My husband had passed away five years earlier, and I had not been with a man since. I had compensated by doting on my children, giving them all the love and support I thought they needed. Now, they were making me the same offer.
“We love you, Mom,” Scott said as he tossed back the sheet and got out of bed. Naked, he walked across the room toward me. My breath caught in my chest because he looked so much like his father when we had married. The same slim chiseled form, identical all the way down to the light dusting of blond hairs on his tummy. He reached out a hand and gently caressed my cheek. “You don’t have to be alone anymore.” His touch was so sweet and loving I felt my heart melt inside me.
“Stay with us, Mother,” Sharon said as she came to me and grabbed my hand. She was so petite; she looked like a nymph or a fairy princess. She was slim and slightly boyish in front, yet there was a definite and discernible curve to her bosom and a flare to her hips. She was the image of the ultimate woman-child, innocent and pure, and so temptingly tantalizing. I could see why Scott had to have her.
Their eyes were so full of love as they looked at me, I knew there was no way I could refuse, even if I wanted to. “Thank you, my darlings,” I murmured and let them guide me to the bed. They laid me down in the center of it, one of them on either side of me.
“Let us love you, Mother,” Sharon whispered as she kissed me tenderly on the mouth.
“Let us take care of you, like you’ve taken care of us.” This from Scott as he kissed me also, this tongue flickered along the surface of my lips before I parted them and accepted him into my mouth. Scott is such a great kisser, just like his dad was. His tongue moved languidly in my mouth as it explored. It had been such a long time since I had been kissed that way that I immediately got wet. There was a special thrill about kissing my son because at that moment he ceased being my offspring and became a man, my lover.
My attention was drawn away from Scott’s exquisite kiss by an intoxicating sucking at my breast. I looked down to see Sharon nursing at my teat as she had done as a babe. She sucked insistently, yet softly, on my nipple as if expecting milk to flow freely. I ran my hands along the smooth contours of her torso until I touched her smallish breasts. They were so tiny that they fit neatly into the palms of my hands. The nipples hardened and I massaged them briskly between thumbs and forefingers, causing my daughter to moan against my bosom.
Scott dipped his head and suckled at my other breast. I could feel the blood pounding in my head as my children mouthed my tits. My empty had itched to feel Scott’s body, especially his hardness. My fingers closed around satiny hotness of his penis, and memories of my past life – when I was a sexually active woman – flooded my brain. I remembered holding Scott’s father, hard and warm in my hand. Scott’s erection pulsed in my grip; it throbbed so strongly I could have measured his heart rate.
“Oh, my babies,” I said softly as Sharon’s teeth closed gently on one nipple and Scott inserted his hand between my thighs. I felt a little self-conscious as his fingers made contact with the thick pubis covering my cunt. I usually kept myself smoothly shaved for my husband, but since his passing I had never thought I would allow another man to touch me there so I just let it grow. Now I regretted that I gave up the practice of shaving daily as my son’s fingers traveled through the tangles of my pubic hair. I wanted to feel the callused pads on his fingertips sliding across the silky smooth skin of my boobs.
Scott slipped his long, slender fingers into the center of my dampness. I felt the digits slide into me slowly, and I was so aroused my cunt spasmed around them in a minor orgasm. It was a tiny climax, yet it felt as if thousands of vibrating fingers were traveling along my spine. I cried out softly and Sharon silenced me with a kiss.
I clung to my daughter, kissing her hungrily and passionately. I could feel the flutter of her rapidly beating heart as she pressed her body against mine. I laid my hand along her flank and stroked the tight curve of her ass. She squeezed my nipples until I experienced a delightful pain and cried out. I traced the valley of her buttocks with a finger, slowly circling the puckered skin of her asshole.
Scott was moving on top of me now, spreading my thighs to reveal the steaming essence of my womanhood. I could feel rivulets of my feminine secretions running down the insides of my thighs and the crack of my behind. Not since my wedding night had I felt so much desire, or so desirable. I could actually feel Scott’s excitement like heat rolling off sun baked pavement in the summertime. Sharon reached down between our bodies and guided her brother’s cock to the yawning mouth of my sex.
With a slow lunge of his hips, Scott flawlessly entered me. “Oh, Mother,” Sharon whispered sensuously into my ear. “Doesn’t that feel good? Doesn’t it feel so filling?” she asked, but I couldn’t answer in anything that even remotely sounded like the English language. I babbled in some incomprehensible tongue as I was rocked by the extremely pleasurable sensation of being penetrated by my son. “Make Mother enjoy it, Scott,” Sharon instructed her brother. Luckily, he was one to follow orders explicitly.
I thoroughly enjoyed every stoke, every plunge, every withdrawal. Absently I wondered what woman had taught my son to be such a fabulous lover. She deserved a medal or at least my heart-felt thanks. He was so considerate and giving, meeting my every sexual and psychological need. The way he twisted his hips as he fucked me insured that his cock touched every inch of my internal walls as well as my clitoris. He was ten times the lover his father was, although I had loved his father with all my heart.
Sharon was again occupied with my breasts. She mashed my more-than-ample tits together, allowing her to take both nipples into her mouth simultaneously. Her tongue flicked between both rock-hard points of my teats like lightning during a thunderstorm. She sucked the entire areola into her mouth and lovingly chewed it. That was the last straw; between that and the exquisite friction Scott was eliciting between my legs, I was catapulted over the edge.
I cried out my children’s’ names as the shockwave of a major orgasm buffeted me. I wrapped my legs around Scott’s waist and levered my hips off of the bed to meet his thrusts. I pulled Sharon to me and kissed her with a passion and desire that I never felt for another woman before. My hands kneaded her pert buttocks, savoring the feel of those cottony soft orbs of flesh. My climax was so intense; I actually believed it would kill me. I didn’t believe it was possible for a person to sustain such concentrated pleasure and survive the ordeal. However, I did survive, barely. I survived just long enough to feel Scott twitch inside of me and fill me with his seed. It was at this point I developed a serious case of vertigo and passed out.
I awoke a few moments later to find myself nestled between the naked forms of my children. They kissed my face and brow tenderly. “We love you,” they said to me over and over again. “I love you, too, my darlings,” I answered them.
From that night onward Scott shared my bed with me, which caused a slight rift between Sharon and I. Before I began my incestuous affair with Scott, Sharon had exclusive rights to her brother’s attention. She didn’t have to worry about “sharing” Scott with any other woman. Sure, my son saw other girls while he was sleeping with his sister. However, once he walked through the door of our house he was hers and no one else’s. He never brought any girls home with him, and as far as Sharon was concerned the life he led outside our home had no connection to the life he led inside our home. Once I entered the picture, my daughter’s relationship with her brother, and with me, took on a new dimension.
I blamed myself, not because I was sleeping with Scott but because I subconsciously monopolized his time and attention. I would never hurt my daughter intentionally. I had been so long without a man in my life that I rejoiced in the romantic attention of my son. I sought to replace the husband I lost with his son, and my daughter’s lover. I didn’t think about the bond Scott and Sharon shared, or how deep her feelings for him ran. He was her first and only lover; he had taken her virginity which she had surrendered to him willingly and eagerly.
When I realized that my relationship with my daughter was suffering, and why, I quickly thought about how to make amends. One of my problems was I was more ready to accept Scott as a sexual partner, even though he was my son, and I was not quite free-spirited enough to do the same with Sharon. In my mind, Scott was just a man, a lover, no longer my son in the classic sense of the word. Whereas Sharon reminded me so much of myself that I could only see her as my daughter, flesh of my flesh, and blood of my blood. Yet, my love for her was so strong that I would do anything to make things right between us once again.
So, one night I sent Scott out to a movie explaining to him that I wanted to spend some time alone with Sharon. Immediately he became worried because he had sensed the tension that was building between us during the last couple of weeks. He probably envisioned some nasty scene with his mother and sister fighting over him like two crazed bitches. I assured him that everything would be fine, but that Sharon and I needed this time to work things out between us.
After he had gone, I put the finishing touches on the special meal I had prepared for my daughter and me. I made all her favorites; a nice Caesar salad, lasagna, and for dessert, strawberry cheesecake. I had brought a nice bottle of wine to go along with the meal. I put on some soft music and lit some candles, then called Sharon down to the table.
My daughter walked into the dining room and her jaw dropped to her chest in awe. “What’s going on?” she asked. “I know it isn’t my birthday.” I strolled across the room and put my arm around her shoulders and kissed her soundly on the mouth. “No, it isn’t your birthday,” I answered. “I just thought you and I would enjoy a quite candle-lit dinner for two.” I seated her at the table and served the food.
During the meal I explained all my feelings and shortcomings to Sharon and sincerely asked for her forgiveness. My little girl surprised me by acting with the surety and maturity of a grown woman. She understood how I could become so emotionally attached to her brother after my five years of emotional and sexual celibacy. And she believed me when I told her I never meant to hurt her.
After dessert we retired to the living room, where we reclined on the couch with our second bottle of wine. I leaned over and kissed my daughter tenderly on the mouth, slipping my tongue between her lips. She pulled at my shoulders crushing my lips against her own. I worked at the buttons of her blouse as she slipped the straps of my slinky dress off my shoulders. My pendulous breast spilled out just as Sharon’s tiny A-cups were uncovered. “Oh, Mother, your breasts are so beautiful,” Sharon said as she pulled on my nipples. “God, I wish I had tits like yours.”
“Why, darling? Yours are perfect,” I said in truth, and I secured my lips around an extended nipple. I teased the rubbery nipple between my teeth, making Sharon moan in pain/pleasure. I dropped a hand to her lap and inserted it under her short skirt between her legs. I was pleasantly surprised to find out my daughter was not wearing any panties. My finger fretted with the silky blonde hairs of her cunt before parting her lips and entering her. I slid three fingers into my daughter’s pussy as I rubbed her erect clit with my thumb.
“Yes, Mother! Finger me,” Sharon breathed, lifting her hips to meet my questing fingers. I pulled my daughter’s skirt clear to her waist as I laid her out on the sofa. I stared at her cunt, marveling at the way the hairs curled with her moisture. I lowered my head into the cleft of her sex and began tonguing her. She tasted very pungent, my daughter, with a slightly acidic undertone. It was strange at first, but I quickly found myself enjoying Sharon’s bouquet. Her tangy sweetness assaulted my taste buds as I licked her to orgasm.
“Yes, Mom! Yes,” Sharon cried out breathlessly. “Eat me, Mother. Oh, oh, I’m cummmmmmiiiinnnnnngggg!!” A clear, thin liquid filled my mouth as Sharon came with cataclysmic force. Her whole body shook and quivered as if she was suffering a seizure.
Later, she went to her room and returned with her secret cache of dildos. We inserted them into our every orifice, enjoying climax after climax. Sharon even penetrated my ass as she ate me to a mind-shattering orgasm. When Scott came home, we took him to my bed and fucked him until the small hours of the morning. We shared him equally.
From that day forward the three of us have been inseparable, we do everything together. I have even lubed up Scott’s cock as he took my baby girl’s anal cherry. Sharon and I have become more like sister/wives than mother/daughter, with Scott as our husband.
Right now, I am three months pregnant with my son’s child. Sharon was a little jealous at first; however, I promised her that Scott can put a baby in her as soon as she graduates college. She thought this too long to wait, so we compromised, she only has to go to a two-year junior college. She has only sixteen months more to wait, and I’m just as anxious as she is. Between the both of us, we keep Scott deliriously happy, which is how wives should keep their husband. All in all, we are the three happiest and luckiest people I know.

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Nicky Bliss (A Shemale’s Journey)

Nicky Bliss (A Shemale’s Journey)
A tribute to the most beautiful creatures and most perfect humans that ever walked the earth.
My name is Nicky Bliss. I am a self-made millionaire and business woman. I don’t care for the money so much but I care very much for the industries that have earned it for me. You see by day I am a model of fine women’s clothing and by night I work as an exotic escort mostly to very wealthy clientele. It has not always been this way, I come from very humble beginnings which I will tell throughout my story but I have always been fascinated by the human body and from a very early age I have adored sex.
I was Born Nicklaus Shtick to father Berndt and mother Kira. I was born in the United States the year after they migrated from Germany. I don’t know exactly where as they have always refused to discuss it. My father was a high school Phys Ed teacher and my mother was a dancer trying hard to break into the big time. I enjoyed a fantastic relationship with my mother early on but I felt like an interruption to my father’s plans right from the start I guess.
The real story begins when I was 5 years old. My mom and Dad were hosting a fancy dress party for New Year’s Eve. There were around 50 guests crammed into our modest home and yard and they had not even stopped arriving yet. It was around 8 o’clock and mom had forgotten to put me to bed. I didn’t mind though, I was having fun snooping around in the background taking in all the sights and smells without being noticed. There was one other child there who I had started playing hide and seek with, only I had been hiding in the same spot in my parents’ bedroom cupboard for close to 40 minutes now and had figured he had fallen asleep. I was just about to step out when the bedroom door opened. Excited I quickly pulled back into the cupboard and pulled the door closed again ready for Edmund to find me.
Then I heard the door close and heard some strange noises began. There was heavy breathing and someone changing their clothes or something. Curiosity got the better of me and I opened the door just enough for me to see out. I saw a man from my mom’s dance school and mom was kneeling in front of him. We were not religious people at all and even if we were why would she be praying here in her bedroom in front of this man. The man now closed his eyes but instead of words of prayer I heard sucking noises. I opened the cupboard just a little more and could now see the front of my mom in the reflection from the mirror. She was putting the man’s penis between her lips and then sucking on his penis. She licked it like a lollipop and sucked it some more. I was amazed at the size of the man’s penis. It was so big, so long and so round. It fit just perfectly in mom’s mouth. She looked so hungry for it, like it was the best tasting lollipop in the world and he enjoyed it so much that is until some white cream came out of the end. He grunted a few times like it hurt a bit and then smiled a huge smile. My mom licked the cream and rose from her knees and they both went back to the party. Edmund never did come looking for me and I never forgot what I saw from that cupboard, it was to me the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
When I was 7 years old I found some clips on my Dad’s computer of himself and some of his students at school. There was a little bit of talk about sex by then amongst the kids in my year level so I kind of knew what I was looking at. He was sucking their small boobs and licking between their legs and of course they were putting his penis in their mouths. The girls were so pretty, I wanted to grow up pretty, and they sucked my dad’s penis so nicely. I hoped that my penis wouldn’t always be small and looked forward to pretty girls like that sucking it. There was something about those girls or pretty women in general that I adored and began to long for even at that young age. I convinced my mom to let me grow my hair longer and I started mucking around from time to time dressing in girls clothes. My friends at school were all girls and I had a couple of good friends that would love to have sleepovers and dress me up and stuff, it was our little secret. We got so good at it that one day the girls dressed me up and their mom did not recognise me and asked them to introduce me. It was so funny and even funnier when I left and said goodbye and Mrs Wilson (Lucy’s Mom) said
“Oh goodbye Nicky I didn’t even know you were here”
My Dad found me one day at home dressed up and went berserk. He had predicted I would grow up ‘queer’ from early on and blamed my mom and her ‘gay dancer friends’ for it. Mom was able to convince him it was for a school play or perhaps not convince him but give him a lie that he could live with. He made me cut my hair though and I was completely devastated. My friends Lucy and Melinda were good to me and managed to find some wigs for me to use at our ‘dress up’ parties that were really very ordinary but at that age it was enough.
When we were around 11 our interests started changing. We talked about sex and were very curious about the topic and decided to do some experimenting. One night at a dress up party the girls suggested we all take off our tops, so we did. They had both started to form cute little breasts, I knew this as it was visible in their clothing, but to see them naked immediately made my dick hard. All of a sudden I felt awkward, like a knife had been plunged into my stomach. I was so jealous of their breasts and their changing bodies. Lucy noticed and tried to comfort me
“Oh Nicky, you are beautiful. We love how you look and well… think of the advantages” She said looking at the bulge in my skirt.
“Would you like to feel them?” Melinda added
“I would love to, I guess. I mean, sure”
I touched a nipple each of the girls with the palm of my hand softly making them gasp. I began to squeeze and roll them around in my hands. They were incredible; they were all I had dreamt of. I spent a long time just rubbing and kissing them. When I stopped I looked at my own flat chest and then at theirs and began to cry.
“Aw Nicky look at the bright side, if you had boobs you wouldn’t have that gorgeous dick sticking up under your skirt” Melinda said.
It was the perfect thing to say. Reading each other’s minds we all shed the rest of our clothes and sat staring for a few minutes. They had very cute little pussies, all tight with a little tuft of pubic hair. I wanted to lick them as I had seen on Dad’s movies.
“C can we touch it? Lucy gasped looking at my dick
“Um…ok” I replied
By this stage in life I had played with it plenty and had even made myself orgasm but the feeling of someone else caressing it so softly felt amazing. First Lucy stroked it and rubbed it and then Melinda had a turn. My eyes rolled back in my head and I just wanted to die in that perfect moment. Just then I felt it coming and wanted to warn the girls but could not think of how.
“look out” i managed to scream.
Despite the warning my cum went all over the girls hands and a little on Lucy’s tummy. There was a knock at the door.
“Everything ok in there?”
“Fine mum we are just playing” Lucy yelled.
We fell over the floor laughing and decided that was enough for today so we all dressed and I went home. I had the most wonderful and emotional time but something still did not seem right. The feeling of someone else playing with my dick was incredible and had made me happier to be male for now. I went to bed that night with a warm feeling in my stomach remembering the girl’s soft hands on my penis and the taste and smell and feel of their soft delicious boobs. I very much looked forward to our next time and hoped I would dream about it as I drifted off to sleep.
The next time I was with the girls we jumped straight in and took things to the next level. I licked and sucked the girls’ pussies one at a time while the other sucked my penis. They tasted so delicious and I couldn’t get enough of exploring the depths of their vaginas. Lucy’s mouth around my cock was so wonderful that I accidentally came and filled her mouth. She choked and spat it out onto my stomach and then took me by surprise as she put her finger in it and tasted it.
“Hmm, not too bad, a little salty but I like it” she beamed.
Melinda bent forward and gave a big lick and just watching her made me want a cock of my own to suck. I loved the way the girls moved up and down on my hard dick, my dick was warm and slippery inside their mouth and their tongues danced around the surface of my cock driving me wild.
It was a couple of years later, on a hot summer night that I crawled out of bed in the middle of the night to get a drink to quench my raging thirst. I was just finishing up in the kitchen when I heard some noises coming from the lounge room. I peered around the overhead cupboards convinced I would see someone having sex. I was right; two of my Mom’s male friends Carlo and Mark were at it, one giving the other a blowjob. I had never seen anything like this in real life only on the net. I stood silently watching only a little surprised but quite intrigued and a little horny. I began daydreaming about myself being the one receiving the blowjob from both of these strong athletic men. I was quickly snapped out of my dream by one of them calling out to me
“Come over here Nicky”
I froze and looked away considering running to my room.
“Don’t be scared, come and sit with us”
With my heart pumping almost out of my chest I went and stood in front of them
“Why were you watching us Nicky?” Carlo asked patting the seat next to him.
“I um…well you…” nothing brilliant came to me.
“You liked it? Is that what you’re trying to say?”
“Uh… yeah” I answered nervously
“Would you like to try it Nicky?” Mark asked backing away from Carlos to let me in
“Oh wow, um ok” Prehistoric sized butterflies were going nuts in my stomach as I knelt before Carlo.
First I reached out nervously and grabbed his cock in my hand and jerked it nervously.
“Easy Nicky, like this” Carlo said grabbing Mark’s cock and stroking up and down a few times.
Mark moved closer in beside us.
“Now watch” Carlo said
He put the end of Mark’s cock to his lips and ran his tongue up the slit in the middle and then swallowed his entire cock. He closed his eyes and started sliding back and forth and rotating his head a little. I wasted no time and tried to mirror his actions on his own cock. I felt a little clumsy at first and then got lost in another dream except this time I was me but I was female. I stopped suddenly and gasped at the picture in my mind.
“You’re ok Nicky, you’re doing fine” Carlo said
“I was a woman” I gasped
“Uh…what?” Mark said
“I was daydreaming and I was a woman” I clumsily tried to explain
“What like a different woman or a shemale or something?” Mark asked
“Huh? Shemale?” I asked looking for clarification
“A chick with a dick, have you never seen one you little perv?” Mark said insensitively
“Mark, take it easy “Carlo said. “A man who has basically become a woman through surgery and treatment but still has a penis” Carlo explained
“Wow that sounds weird” I giggled
“Enough talking” Carlo said rubbing my cheek.
I resumed licking and sucking his cock briefly before my Dad burst in.
“Out of my house, fucking fags. Nicky… what the fuck are you doing. You are a disgrace”
“Easy, easy” Carlo said getting dressed
“I’ll kill you, you little poof” Dad said grabbing my arm and nearly twisting out of the socket.
Mark went to restrain him but Dad hit him hard in the face sending him crashing across a sofa. Carlo dropped Dad with a blow right between the eyes. Dad raised his head looked at me and said
“Get out the lot of you; you fucking queers are not welcome in my home”
By this time I was bawling.
“Come on kid, we will get this sorted” Carlo said reassuringly.
I left and stayed with them that night but did not sleep at all. I just wanted to be home with my Mom. I think I cried myself empty that night.
My Mom rocked up the following morning with suitcase in hand. She had left Dad and it was no real surprise to me. They had never been real passionate, or at least not with each other. After thanking the boys for looking after me we had a real good talk and mom assured me that whatever I went through in life she would be there to support me. This was good because I was a mass of confusion at this point but one thing stood out in my head, the term shemale. I knew I had to look into this. I had looked at plenty of porn on the net but I did not remember seeing any ‘chicks with dicks’ and it intrigued me.
For the time being we decided to stay with Carlo and Mark and Mom had her friend move into her room with her. Mom and Bianca had been friends for a long time, since they were in high school actually. I always thought it was funny actually, that Mom and Bianca were best friends but they didn’t have any pictures or anything. I mean, she must have been homecoming queen or something; she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I had always had a huge crush on her and now that I knew Mom and her were sharing a bed I was a little jealous myself. Dad hated her. For some reason he seemed jealous and pretended to be nice but Mom and I knew deep down he hated her.
One night Mom had a performance that restrictions stopped me from attending and she was stuck for a baby sitter. Bianca volunteered although she had never missed a single show Mom had been in.
“I’m so sorry B” I said to her.
“Don’t be silly gorgeous, we’ll have a great time together”
“Did you really mean it” I asked nervously
“Um sure Hun, What would you like to do?”
“No not about the great time, you called me gorgeous”
“Baby you take after your Mom, how could you be anything other than gorgeous. Don’t you like the way you look?”
“Well sort of, I guess” I responded. Inside I wanted the conversation to go on but I was afraid of how I felt. I was completely messed up.
“You know I love you Nicky, If you would like to talk about anything I will do all I can to help” she offered.
I pulled out some old photo albums and dropped them on the table and sat down next to Bianca.
“You read my mind only I feel like we are missing something”
“What” I asked curiously, but she was already on the phone ordering pizza and munchies.
As we flipped through photos talking and laughing about Mom and her school days I started to explain or at least try to explain how I was feeling, which I did not really know if I knew myself.
“B I have a lot of secrets I think for someone my age. You know my friends Lucy and Melinda?”
“Sure, they are a couple of cute girls” she said
“Well we have been having sex and mucking around and stuff” I said nervously
Seeing my nervousness Bianca tried to lighten the moment to make me feel ok.
“You lucky boy is everything going ok, or are there problems?”
“No, yes, sort of” I mumbled
“It’s ok Hun, I won’t judge you. Keep going”
“I get jealous and stuff”
“What of baby, they adore you?”
“Not of the relationship, of the way they look”
“You are beautiful Nicky; it is just different for men”
“Well sometimes I wish I was born a girl is all” I said looking at the floor with tears welling up.
Bianca hugged me tight for a long time while I sobbed and when I stopped I noticed she had been crying as well. Something in my head clicked and I looked at her and asked
“B why aren’t there any pictures of you and Mom together”
“There are baby, let me explain. When I was in high school there was a boy that didn’t seem to fit in with the guys very well and actually got picked on by them a lot. I couldn’t understand why, I mean he loved females and was highly attracted to them. I guess he identified better with them and spent more time hanging out with them, your mom in particular. This boy had a deep desire to be the best he could be and became obsessed with his physical appearance. Soon after he got the idea that perhaps he was supposed to be a female and started mucking around with girls clothes and make up with friends. He soon came to the conclusion that he wanted to look female, the only problem was that he loved being male during sex, he loved his cock and did not want to part with it. He started looking into a way to make this happen and ran into some friends who helped him find out about hormone therapy and surgery that would turn him into a female. He waited until he left school and then started his transformation. He became a woman essentially but kept his penis and generally prefers sex with women”
“Oh my god” I squealed. “I need to speak to him, umm her”
“You are Honey, and if you look closely at the pictures you can see there are lots of photos I am in. See this boy that is me or was me I guess”
I sat stunned for a long time. When I could finally speak I said
“You have to help me B; I want to be a woman too. I was meant to be a woman; I need to be a woman”
“Hey slow down tiger, we need to talk to your Mom is what we need to do”
If I had a crush on her before I had a major crush on her now.
“B, do you think I could… see you. I mean all of you”
“I guess that would be ok I mean you are already active and I don’t think your Mom would mind”
She stood and led me by the hand to her room with my heart racing but my head racing faster. My world had been rocked by the discovery of Bianca’s past and my Mom’s involvement. However I was sure of one thing, I knew exactly what I wanted to be and the sooner I started the better. My cock was painfully hard by the time I reached the bedroom. Bianca stood in the middle of the room and just let me do as I willed. Rejecting any thought of self-control I put my hand straight on top of her crotch. To my surprise she was already hard and gasped at my touch. I rubbed on top of her clothing in circles getting faster and faster.
“Ooh please get it out and suck it baby?” Bianca said with her eyes rolling back in her head.
She hitched up her skirt and I slipped it carefully out the side of the tiny G-string she was wearing at the same time as she sat back in the tub chair behind her. I knelt between her legs and grabbed a handful of her gorgeous shaft and moved the skin up and down as I marvelled at the large purple knob. Her cock was the largest I had seen and the most beautiful too. I licked and sucked her knob like it was the last supper and then started going further down on her a little at a time. She made the most delightful, sweet little gasps of pleasure as I clumsily sucked her off for all I was worth. I caressed her soft smooth sack with my cheek as I nibbled the base of her shaft. It must have been around 15 minutes before she came but it was way too soon for my liking. She aimed and fired all over her magnificent tits and I was only too happy to help clean them off with my hungry tongue.
“Oh B, that was a dream come true, or should I say cum true”
“I tell you now for a 14 year old you have way too much skill but I guess I know where that comes from” Bianca said.
“I finally now what I want to be and I feel good about it. Oh thank you B”
“We will sort you out Hun, don’t you worry”
She pulled herself out of the chair and backed me into it and immediately started sucking me off. She was gentle at first slowly taking me all the way in then pausing for a second before backing off. One time when she had hit bottom she slipped her tongue out passed her lip and ran it over my sack and I nearly cried it felt so nice.
“Oh B there can’t be anything more beautiful than your pretty face looking up at me with your mouth wrapped around my dick”
In response she sucked harder and faster. So hard in fact that I thought I might lose my dick down her throat, it actually hurt just a little. I gripped the arms of the chair with all my might and my stomach muscles tensed as my back curled forward and I came. Bianca sucked my whole load down like it was an entrĂŠe and she was in a hurry for main course.
“You have to teach me to suck like you” I said
“All in good time sweetie, there is one last trick”
“What trick?”
“Are you still a virgin?” She asked
“Well you know I’m not” I said a little confused
Just as I finished speaking she slipped a finger straight up my ass and smiled.
“Fuck” I screamed
“Yes that’s right, fucked…. In the ass. Now you get it”
“Well no I haven’t but………”
“What’s the matter?
“You’re very big”
“You know I’ll look after you kiddo, please, I have never been with a virgin and with you it would be so special” she said with pleading eyes.
“Of course but don’t break me”
“Why don’t I lie on the bed and then you can have control, you know set the pace and stuff” she suggested
“Ok”
I climbed on top and kissed her beautiful breasts and firm stomach down to her already stiffening cock. I slurped and sucked it to full mast and made sure she was very well lubricated. Next I squatted above her and fumbled around until her knob lined up with my virgin hole. I started to lower myself and only got to feel a slight stretch before I lost balance and impaled myself fully on her cock while I howled at the ceiling.
“You ok Nicky baby” Bianca gasped in horror.
“I’m not a virgin anymore” I said with a smile, ignoring my burning ass.
I sat still for a few minutes getting use to her big cock trying to split me in half and then started to enjoy it. I leaned forward and kissed her breasts as I began rocking back and forward. The pain was incredible but the pleasure was magnificent. I ached and I moaned, I puffed and panted. I looked at Bianca and knew at that moment my crush had moved up a gear and i had fallen in love. I tucked my hands under her shoulders and held her tight and asked her to fuck me senseless. I closed my eyes tight as she pounded in and out of my throbbing asshole and realised my cock was as hard as a rock and ready to go again. Bianca noticed as well as she grabbed hold of it and started pumping it like a bicycle pump. I knew I should try and hang on but in a moment of selfishness I flung myself backwards arching my back and leaning on my hands. I cried out and exploded with my cock still in Bianca’s hand and she directed my cum all over her tits, stomach and face. As I was coming down from my orgasm I felt Bianca’s cock pump three last spurts of jizz up my burning ass hole.
I rolled off the top of Bianca and flopped on the bed beside her panting.
“You are a natural kiddo” she said with pride.
Mom, Bianca and I sat down the next day and had a chat and to my disappointment agreed only on one thing which was the most important thing anyway. She would support my transition from male to shemale if that is what I truly wanted but she did not think 14 was old enough to make that decision. She wanted me to wait until I was at least 18 which frustrated me as she knew how Bianca struggled with it and that the extra years did nothing to change her mind. I was so sad that I ran away from home. Mom found me quite easily, stowed away at Lucy’s. I couldn’t stay angry at her. I knew she was just trying to be a good mother. She did allow me to research and start planning my transition and introduced me to some people that could help. I was so crazy to be a female I could not stand it. I read stories and reports about the transition length of time and money it would cost. I left school after another monumental battle with Mom.
I hated fighting with mum. In the end she did support me leaving school to find work. With a little help from my friends I scored a job as a junior in a nice fashion house. My mum frowned when I told her standing there in a nice little frock I had borrowed from Melinda with a long brown straight wig on. Then she fell on the floor laughing and so did the rest of us.
I loved getting dressed to go to work and I was doing really well. My boss Miranda was very pleased with the way I carried myself and went about my duties enthusiastically. I was so lucky to be working there with all the latest fashion at my fingertips. I would often break out of a daydream holding a dress to my face or something silly like that. Miranda offered a traineeship and told me I could go a long way in the industry.
I was at a party one night with Mom and Bianca when a guy came over and grabbed my hand to lead me away to somewhere more private. I looked at Mom for her approval and she nodded. Nathan must have been around 22; he was very polite and gentle as he led me to an empty booth. He left me to go and get drinks and returned with two big fancy cocktails.
“Wow” I said with squeak thinking I had overdone the female voice.
“You sure are gorgeous” he said looking me up and down. I just smiled and looked down as if I was shy. He looked handsome or ‘Hot’ I guess but I still hadn’t dealt with myself on the whole guy sex issue. I mean the experience with Mark and Carlo was good and I was enjoying anal sex now but I liked meeting new people and if he was going to suck me off it wouldn’t hurt to be seen with a guy as hot as him going down on me.
Just then I realised, he may not know I was still male. Right at that moment he leant across the table and asked
“So sweetie am I going to get lucky tonight”
I was sucking nervously on the straw in my cocktail and had to swallow a big mouthful to answer.
“Lucky? um maybe” I said sounding very amateur.
I swallowed the rest of my drink and felt the impact immediately which is what I wanted. I was so nervous for him to discover I was still male. Hell that sounded weird even to me. I didn’t look or feel male.
“Ok” he started. “I will be more blunt. May I suck your cock Naughty Nicky?”
“Oh yes, that would be great” I said with my head spinning as I flopped back in the chair.
With no hesitation he climbed under the table, hitched my skirt up and released my semi hard dick from my G-string. Immediately he gobbled it into his mouth and set about making me cum. I was so out of it from the alcohol I couldn’t concentrate but Nathan did a wonderful job of sucking me to completion and not wasting a single drop. He then spent a long time talking to me and I tried hard to listen but eventually dozed off to sleep. I awoke an hour later to Nathan shaking my shoulder.
“Come on baby, I’ll walk you home”
I felt a lot better after the rest. We chatted as we walked mainly about my wanting to be female and Nathan ended up giving me the name of some people who could get me started. It wasn’t exactly legal but I was desperate and very grateful for the contact. I suddenly felt I was being watched so I looked around and saw nothing. A couple of minutes later a man stepped out in front of us, a very shabbily dressed man that I barely recognised as my father.
“Oh Nicklaus my boy what have they done to you? My only son is now dead” He sobbed then turned and ran off into the distance”
My hope and joy turned into grief and despair but no regret. My anguish was that my Dad could never accept me for who I truly was. All he was prepared to accept was the male son that was born. He could not accept or support that I was different and just love me and encourage me to be and do my best.
I walked a little further then collapsed. I was bawling like a baby and then felt Nathan’s hand around my waist. He pulled my head into his shoulder and rocked me back and forth until I had settled a little.
“I don’t know what to say and I don’t even know what you want to hear but you need to pursue being the best you, you can be. You need to be happy about yourself despite of anyone else’s expectations or wishes. That is the only way you will be truly happy”
“You read my mind” I said feeling somewhat better.
The next thing I heard will never leave me. I hear four consecutive loud bangs from down the street. I started to run with a hopeless feeling in my stomach
“MOM” I yelled over and over again as I drew nearer to where we were staying.
I raced up the stairs and through the wide open front door just before police arrived. I ran to the kitchen and then to her room and dropped down on my knees next to her side. There was blood everywhere and it looked like Mom had been shot twice, in the shoulder and the chest. Mom was barely conscious and whispering “Bianca” over and over. Bianca lay across the room very, very still. Nathan checked her and shook his head. I shook my head to convey the message as Carlo appeared me by her side. She gasped as she clutched Carlo’s hand and looked intently into his eyes and said firmly
“You look after my baby girl, won’t you?”
He promised and with that she slipped away. I was inconsolable and once more I cried myself dry that night. My father was captured and imprisoned, my testimony putting the final nail in the coffin. I was made to dress as a boy for the hearing which only made me resent him even more. In the end I was glad to be rid of him. Now there was nothing in my way. I took a couple of weeks off work to get my head together and in the meantime Nathan set me up with some friends that helped me get started on Hormone therapy and I was finally on the way to properly being the woman I wanted to be.
I was very quickly but secretly at first taken under the wing of the transgender community. I worked at the Fashion House at day and started escorting at night. I learned immediately that a lot of important and wealthy men love a girl with a cock and will pay quite a lot of money to keep their little hobby under wraps. As the hormones kicked in and I started filling out my client base grew.
On my seventeenth birthday I signed my first modelling contract and did my first shoot that day. I began modelling women’s clothes. Two weeks after that I moved into my own house in the same neighbourhood as Carlo and Mark. I hired a live in bodyguard for a while that was not really a bodyguard he was just a boarder that was huge and made me feel secure plus he really knew how to give head. Although I still preferred and possibly always would prefer women I loved watching men suck my cock.
Up to now I had kept a really low profile on my transition but the physical signs were starting to give me away. I was so nervous to tell Miranda at work as she had been so supportive and so wonderful give a shy little girl an opportunity. I organised a meeting with her after work one day and got her a cup of tea and some of her favourite cake. I started nervously
“Miranda I want to thank you so much for giving this oppor…”
“Oh dear you are leaving me, I knew this day would come”
“I am not leaving you, unless you want me to”
“Why would I…”
“Please just let me finish” I said being the one to cut her off this time.
“Oh sorry dear, go ahead”
“Well I haven’t always been honest with you” I said
“How so?” she said looking very confused
“About who I am, I mean was. Oh I am not sure what I mean”
“You’re not making any sense Nicky” she said
I paused for the longest time and then clenched my fist and told her.
“I was born a male”
I expected a look of complete shock but it was more like surprise mixed with relief on Miranda’s face.
“Aren’t you angry at me?” I asked
“No, no love. I kind of knew or strongly suspected anyway” She said giving me a hug.
“But how?” I said in her ear as we embraced.
She held my hand against her leg and slid it up her leg until it came to rest on her cock. I pulled back and screamed
“Oh my gosh”
She looked a little embarrassed so I quickly tried to make up for my rudeness the best way I knew how. I sunk to my knees in front of her and asked quietly.
“May I?”
She smiled very sweetly and just nodded as she parted her legs. Without using my hands I took the tip gently in my mouth and slowly slid down her modest 6 inches. It was a nice comfortable size to suck. I struggled with anything past 7/8 inches in length. Miranda slid her ass forward on the chair and leaned against the back. She undid her skirt and it dropped to the floor. She smelt great, a mixture of berries and vanilla and she tasted great to. I adored sucking women who looked after themselves. I sucked for a few more minutes and then helped her shed the top layer so she was all nude except her jewellery and shoes.
“Oh Miranda you look like a porn star” I said
“You’re so sweet Nicky” she said blushing
I started kissing and sucking her breasts. They were soft and round and tasted great too.
“Nicky I too have a confession” She said
“Oh?”
“I have fantasised about you for a long time. Are you comfortable for me to see you? Naked I mean”
I didn’t respond in words but began shedding my clothes eagerly then stood before her. She reached out and grabbed my perky titties and said
“Oh my you have filled out well. Your titties look so tasty and gorgeous. Much better than that padding you used to wear” she said with a cheeky grin.
I loved the feeling of having my tits being kissed and fondled by men and women. Miranda lowered her head and took the bobbing tip of my hard cock in her mouth and sucked intently and then started sliding down to the base. I put my hands on the back of her head and let her know my appreciation
“That is soooo good”
I grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the sofa and she lay back in it and I climbed on top in a 69 and we immediately started servicing each other. It was not frenzied or intense we were exploring each other’s bodies with the aim of giving more pleasure than we got. Miranda’s experience made me confident I would cum first anyway. She swallowed my sack and slid skilfully up and down and around my cock. She was an amazing and considerate lover. She kneaded and massaged my tits as my cock slithered and slipped in and out of her mouth. I felt a climax building fast and barely had time to squeak
“Cumming” before I exploded
Miranda did not flinch she kept her rhythm perfectly and milked me dry.
“My turn” She said
She arose from the sofa and positioned me up one end, head down and ass in the air.
“No don’t tense baby, relax your ass. You will enjoy it much more”
I was so surprised to find that she was right. I concentrated with everything in me to keep relaxed and managed for 70 per cent of her entry.
“Oh Miranda, teach me a lesson. Fuck me like I have never been fucked.” I begged
“You asked for it girl”
She leant over me grabbing my tits tight in her fists and bit my back as she slid slowly out and then rammed it in hard. I squealed a little but she kept at it and I was glad. Several times she took me right to the edge and then tweaked a nipple roughly or bit me or slapped me to try and hold off my orgasm. While she pounded me senseless she demanded that when we came we get into a 69 again so that she could drink me dry.
“I can’t last much longer boss, I am sorry”
“Now” she screamed
She turned as I rolled over and straddled me perfectly as I grabbed her hardness and put it down my throat. We rocked and swayed and emptied our milk inside each other’s hungry mouth and then collapsed next to each other.
“Oh my god you have turned into such an amazing woman” Miranda said proudly.
“Am I? a woman I mean”
“What do you think, or more accurately what do you feel?”
“I have always felt like a woman I guess. But I can’t have children and there’s the small matter of my cock”
“Honey there is a lot of born women that cannot have children for one reason or another but you have done an amazing job with your transformation to the point where I think it would be very hard for anyone to believe you were not born female. Its how you feel and not anyone else so answer me Nicky, Are you a woman?”
“Yes” I said hesitantly and then paused for a second before blurting out “YES”
“Of course you are and one of the finest I have ever seen”
“Well actually, to be honest I see myself as more than a woman. I think we are the most perfect version of a human being there is. I think we are the most attractive and most functional as far as sex goes”
“You are my dear; you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. So what are your plans for the future doll? Do you think you may take a husband one day?”
“No no I am more likely to take a bride and maybe have a child or two. But that is a long way off. For now I want to be the most famous of our kind there is”
“You go girl” she said smacking me on the bare ass. “So is that your only bombshell baby? You are not leaving me or anything are you?”
“Oh no way. In fact I am looking at studying design. I want to design our own line of clothing one day. What do you think?”
“I think that is amazing and you will do a great job, I am sure of it”
We gave up the chit chat in favour of a second round of amazing sex and then I went home. Carlo was waiting for me. He had taken his promise very seriously and had kept close eye on me. We had become family I guess. He had split with Mark a while back, it was kind of messy, and Mark had cheated on him with Nathan of all people. I think he had an eye on Felipe my boarder to be honest but that was ok with me, I enjoyed seeing him and talking about Mom and stuff.
“Wow Hun, your Mom would be so proud of you bless her soul” He said beaming proudly at me.
“Hiya Carlo are you staying for dinner?”
“Who could resist an offer like that? I just hope dessert is included Sweetie” He said cheekily raising an eyebrow.
“Well you know I always have a lollipop around to satisfy your sweet tooth”
“Oh my god you are sexy. Do you realise I would be full queer by now if it wasn’t for your sexy ass?”
“That is good to hear, I have had a crazy day”
I made a low fat lobster salad and cooked up a steak for Carlo to have with his and we chatted and drank some wine that he had brought with him. Things had been so busy I realised it was three weeks since I had seen Carlo and probably a good 3 months since we had sat down for a proper chat. I told Carlo what had been happening in my life and he told me about his. He was a dance instructor now. I don’t really think he had the passion for dancing himself since his partner, my Mom had died but he had stayed in shape at least. After we had talked a long time I went to get some more wine from the kitchen and brought our glasses back out. Carlo took his and sipped looking at me very lustfully as I hitched my tight mini skirt and slipped my cock out past my G-string and dipped the head in my wine. I then pushed it up against his lips and he took it into his mouth and immediately began sucking me off.
He sucked for a little while and then stood and undressed himself and then me. He stood in awe at the changes I had been through.
“Shit I could never turn full queer after seeing that. You sure are amazing and I can see a little of the old you but I almost cannot believe it”
He leaned me against the dining table and sucked me until I came down his throat. Then he slid me back onto the table and laid me down and moistened my hole with some spittle and his finger. He couldn’t take his eyes of me nor me off him as he entered and started to rock slowly. He massaged my titties and kissed them.
“See you still like the titties, there’s hope” I said cheekily.
He retaliated by slamming in as hard as he could which made me gasp.
“That’s it, harder baby, now you’re getting it”
I held my tits now as they bounced viciously, nearly off my chest. Carlo wrapped a large hand around my cock and pumped it furiously as he slammed in and out of me. When he came we came together, he filled my ass as I squirted all over my tits and stomach. He licked me clean and then we got dressed. As he left he said
“What would you like to do for your eighteenth baby? Something special yeah?”
“Hell I have been working so much I totally forgot about it. Maybe just a nice dinner for the two of us at the fanciest place you can think of. That would be nice”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely” I answered
“Wow I would be honoured. Ok well talk soon hey and don’t work so hard”
“It’s easy, I love my work” I said waving him off.
Just as planned I had an amazing birthday dinner and some spectacular sex afterwards. The next bee I got in my bonnet was to be a business owner. With some help from my friends that had way more expertise in certain areas I was able to start 2 businesses. Carlo and I bought a club with specialised transgender appeal with a spin off to an escort service that I ran out of home all I had to do to be ok with my boarder was offer him more sex than he could handle and he was in. I took care of most of it myself. I guess I had the kind of confidence that made people believe in me and want to jump on my wagon of success. I knew I was lucky but I wanted my kind to not have to hide any more I wanted my success and acceptance to filter through my community.
So here I was 18 years old a business owner and co-owner, a home owner still working 2 jobs and wanting to study also having completed my gender transition. Something had to give; the only thing was I didn’t want to give up any of them.
Miranda had been looking into options and offered to pay my way through school. All I had to do is work for her for a whole year after I finished studying. This was an incredible deal as I wanted to work for her forever anyway. So Carlo had the bar under control, study and work at the fashion house was taken care of and I took on just a managerial role at the escort agency so that I could do homework at night. I still serviced a special few customers and still do to this day.
Things settled down for a while, well as settled as they were going to get yet I was restless. I had almost become the person I wanted but something was missing. I looked at myself in the mirror and it was obvious although I did not want to admit it. My perky little titties were nice and suited my physique but deep down I knew I had surgery ahead of me to truly look the way I wanted. I made an appointment and started the consulting process with a surgeon and despite the surgeons minor concerns went ahead with implants that would make me a nice D cup. I was very nervous as it was a big change and although I had the image in my head I was well aware that it may not be like that after surgery.
The surgeon did a truly amazing job. When I returned home I think I stared at my tits in the mirror for nearly 3 hours, striking pose after pose, touching them and kissing them. Finally I was able to suck my own nipples. I needed to show someone. I raced in to work to show Miranda. She was so excited for me.
“Oh god if you were not perfect before you surely are now. Really Nicky you are amazing she said. May I?” She said lowering her head to my chest.
“You know you don’t have to ask” I reminded her
She sucked each nipple gently then backed me up to and onto her desk. She removed her skirt and climbed on top placing her cock gently in the place between my tits. I pushed my tits closed around her rapidly growing member and she started to pump back and forward. I was hard as a rock, I was giving my first titfuck and it was amazing. Miranda’s swollen purple cock head disappearing then reappearing from inside my titty chasm was driving me wild. She noticed this and reached behind and started pumping my hard cock. She looked so gorgeous, like a cowgirl or something. Her hips thrusting back and forth while she leaned back to pump my cock, her breasts jiggling from side to side and a look of sheer bliss on her perfect face. I looked back down at the cockhead playing ‘peek a boo’ with me and took it into my mouth.
“Oah fffuck” she cried as she fired round after round of her sweet nectar all over my face and neck.
“Oh you wicked wicked girl making me cum early like that” She whispered in my ear. “I am just going to have to suck you off for that”
“No, no please don’t suck me o…..” I started to tease her back but was cut off by the warm moist feeling of her mouth sliding down over my shaft.
Miranda knew me to well and brought me to the brink of orgasm 3 times then backed off so that I was begging her to let me cum in the end and when I did it was the most exhausting climax I had ever experienced.
“What was that?” I said still reeling from my orgasm
“That honey was bliss, pure bliss”
I had been considering changing my name for a while and that just fit perfectly.
“Nicky Bliss. Oh thank you Miranda. That is the perfect name. Thankyou thankyou thankyou!”
“It suit’s you to a T, Tgirl” she laughed.
“Oh it does, it does. Oh I love you”
There was silence, awkward silence and huge butterflies formed in my stomach. As I dressed awkwardly looking at the floor but watching her out of the corner of my eye Miranda stood mouthing silent words and trying to find her voice and the right words to say. I grabbed Miranda’s pretty face between my hands and kissed her on the lips and ran from the store.
I walked toward home in a daze trying to remember the last time I told someone I loved them. I couldn’t. It seemed an unlikely expression considering my background. Mom and I hugged and kissed and stuff but did not express it in words. Did I love Miranda? Should I love Miranda? If I loved Miranda and she loved me back would I ever be a mother?
Suddenly a hand was over my mouth and there were two guys in front of me. They were both black as was the hand over my mouth. They looked to be part of a gang, I was terrified.
“So ladyboy, you like cock hey. Well bitch we got a treat for you here hey” the smaller of the two said
“Yo freak we are gonna split you in two aint we boys” came from the one behind.
I tried so hard to scream through the hand over my mouth to no avail. I was kicking and trying to pull out of the arm that had my arms pinned to my side and then bit two fingers as hard as I could. I crashed to the ground as I was let go and then felt a solid blow in my lower ribs and stomach twice as the other two boys kicked me. I tried to get up but the now recovered guy behind kicked me in the back sending me sprawling across the gravel next to the sidewalk. I looked around finally and saw the biggest person I have ever seen towering over me. He grabbed my hair and dragged me screaming through the gravel and across some lawn to an obscured area behind some trees and let me drop to the ground.
“Who are you, what do you want from me” I howled as they jeered and laughed.
“We is just some big ol’ horny niggas looking for some tasty white pussy”
“Yeah but then we saw your pretty little face and dem epic big titties and decided to step right out of that zone yo and give you a reemin”
“Leave me the fuck alone” I sobbed
“Well that’s dang racist bitch! Dude shut her up before I sink some of this steel in her ass” one of the boys said pulling a switchblade from his back pocket.
The giant pinned me down as the other two raped me orally and anally. They didn’t seem to care if I choked and died as they forced their long black penises in my mouth. I closed my eyes and just prayed would make it through as they kicked and sneered, laughed and punched and raped me over and over again. By the time it was the giants turn I was to numb and in shock to need restraining. He just knelt behind and pulled me by the waist up toward his cock and ploughed straight in. I felt my body break and the blood trickle down my body and drip of my cock but was unable to respond. As quickly as they had arrived my assailants were gone and I just lay there broken and unable to move. I lay hoping and praying that someone would come by for a few hours and then dragged myself up using a nearby tree. I found a stick to use as a crutch and began hobbling my way toward home. Just as I got to my street I heard footsteps running up behind me and I collapsed and curled into a ball thinking I would be beaten again. It was Carlo and he picked me up and ran home and rushed me inside and called an ambulance. Knowing I was on the way to help I gave in and passed out.
I woke up clean and wounds dressed, a very grown up Lucy was there holding my hand and Melinda was at the top of the bed running her fingers through my hair. I had not seen the girls for nearly 3 years. We did try to keep up but I guess it is too easy to catch up online rather than in person these days.
“Good morning sleepy head”
I was so delighted to see them both I cried.
“Hi darlings it’s so good to see you. Where’s Carlo?” I asked
“He went to work once we got here and your boss came by to see you. She said she will be in later”
I could feel myself go red. “Miranda came?” I asked gazing at the door
“Sure she did. Say is there something going on between you two?” Lucy said
“Of course not” I said a little indignantly “Why did she say something?” I said trying to not be obvious.
“There so is” Melinda said beaming “come on, spill”
I forgot about the shape I was in for a while as we chatted like old times about Miranda and myself and the whole state of affairs. Their advice was to be with her and to find a way to have children and each other and just make it work.
“Nicky look at where you have come from, all you have achieved and overcome. Nothing can stop you” Lucy said
“Besides she is hooked on you for sure, the way she talks is like you guys are married. You’re so lucky Nicky, she is gorgeous. Hell I would have her kids any day” Melinda said and then quickly put her hand over her mouth.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…”
“Hey it’s ok baby, really. You just made me think, that’s all” I said
“What about?”
“A surrogate mother. It’s a great idea, thank you baby” I said giving her credit for it.
The girls and I discussed a lot of things. When I came home from hospital they would come and stay with me until I had recovered. They were both at Uni and on a break for a couple of weeks. So many friends were there to help that it was painful at times. I wanted a moment to talk to Miranda and I could see that she felt the same. That time did not come until the second day after I came home. She stopped in on her way to work for a coffee. I let her in and lay on the Sofa and she sat right on the edge next to me. She looked at me and said
“Did you…
“Yes I meant it!” I cut her off
“Oh baby I have loved you for the longest time” she sobbed with joy hugging me
“Oww”
“Oh sorry Hun. Those bastards bettered not have scarred that perfect body” she said easing her hand underneath my robe and onto my breast.
She ran her hand down my flat belly and onto my cock. It responded immediately and began to harden.
“Say it again baby?”
I let out a low groan of pleasure as her hand pumped my shaft. “I love you Miranda and I want to marry you. Will you marry me?” I asked
“Oh hell yes” she said leaning in to kiss my lips.
She kissed her way down my broken body carefully until she got to my cock and then carefully sucked me with long full strokes up and down until I came. Just then the girls came back in from the buying milk for breakfast.
“Oh Miranda” Lucy said “I am glad you are here. We want to cook dinner for you two and talk about some ideas. Is tonight ok?”
“Let me check tonight’s bookings. Um yes that will work, just 3 bookings and they are all outcalls we have the place to ourselves” I said
“Perfect” Melinda said “we will make a quick list and then it’s back to the shops”
“I had better head off to work now” Miranda said
“See you back here at 7?” Lucy asked
“7 is great” Miranda replied, smiled and left.
She closed the door and the girls giggled softly
“You so just got lucky didn’t you” Melinda said
My blushing was answer enough I guess.
“So what are you two up to? What’s with dinner?” I asked
“To celebrate you my dear and your becoming the world’s most amazing woman I have ever seen” Lucy smiled avoiding the question nicely.
“I have always loved you but I would have to admit Hun, you make a much better woman than a man, you are so hot” Melinda agreed
“Oh I thought you liked my little friend” I said rubbing my cock through my clothes.
“Hmm, your friend is not so little anymore baby” Lucy said
I coughed and held my aching side. “I am so glad you girls are here, thank you so much”
The girls went about their business setting up the dining room and the house while I rested. Just the events of the last few hours had boosted my spirits and made me feel a lot better all round. I was looking forward to dinner so much. If Carlo was there it would have made it perfect. I had many friends in the Transgender community and community on its own but I guess these people had become my family. I daydreamed about a perfect wedding and started working on ideas in my head.
I fell asleep and dreamed or had a vision if you will. I had put on a huge show to introduce the new line of clothes at the fashion house. There were two labels and two exciting ranges. First up was the ‘Miranda’ range, very stylish and elegant with a touch of mischief. Then came the ‘clothes by Nicky Bliss’ range that was much more daring and sexy. I saw the crowd cheering and our models looked amazing. It was a dream come true. For the Grand Finale a catwalk run by myself and Miranda wearing ‘Bliss Vs Miranda’ Bridal creations. As we neared the end of the runway a celebrant from the transgender community joined us on stage where in front of the entire crowd we were married.
I was awoken with a crash and then a head poked out of the kitchen
“Sorry Hun”
I was so emotional after the dream that I nearly cried. I rang Miranda immediately and told her about it and she insisted that I write it all down and that the wedding plans go ahead exactly as I had dreamed. I couldn’t wait and by the time it came to dinner I had paper and materials everywhere in my office and was so absorbed in my work I didn’t hear the first three calls for dinner. I quickly threw on the outfit I had selected earlier and checked my look in the mirror before heading downstairs. When I went downstairs Miranda had already arrived and was sitting at the candle lit table beaming and smiling at me.
“Hello gorgeous, I hear you’ve been busy”
“It’s nice to be feeling better and how was your day?”
“I’m not sure I was a little distracted” she said looking at the girls
“Well ok let’s eat” they said placing a very spectacular meal in front of us.
“Aw come on girls you know I can’t exercise of these calories at the moment” I whined
“Oh I think you can, I will help you with that” Miranda said cheekily and looked down at the table.
The girls looked at each other and grinned.
“Ok our aim is not to torture you guys” Lucy started “We know that you at least Nicky would love to have kids and we were wondering, Miranda how you felt about that idea?”
“Wow that is quite blunt and personal” Miranda said with a laugh “I would love to have a child, maybe two”
“Ok, so we have this idea right. We think you guys should get married and we would like to have your kids” Melinda blurted out
You could have heard a pin drop as we all sat staring around the table at one another. After around a minutes silence I responded with.
“Oh my god that would be awesome”
“You girls are so young. Have you really thought this through?” Miranda asked
“That’s the point. We are young and not ready to raise children of our own but when we are we do not want some anonymous sperm donor that we know nothing about contributing and I guess that is where we would like you to return the favour”
“Well listen this is all a bit sudden girls and well you kind of stole our thunder. We have some news of our own” Miranda said.
“We are going to be married” I screamed.
The rest of the night was a buzz of excited chit chat about weddings and babies and there was plenty of indication that the girls were prepared to get started immediately. I told them that I may not be up to it but after a little oral encouragement from Miranda decided I would be ok if I took it easy. I lay on the floor in front of the fireplace with Melinda riding me carefully and staring into my eyes
“Oh god I am going to miss your cock” she said
From across the room Miranda said “Oh there is no reason for that. So long as whenever you borrow my cock I get to borrow your pussy” as she pounded in and out of a very horny Lucy across the room.
Melinda’s nipples touched mine as she leaned over to kiss me. The grunting and panting from across the room told me the girls were in the throes of orgasm and drove me over the edge too. I pumped round after round deep inside Melinda and then rolled her over and kissed her stomach as if blessing it or kissing it for good luck or something. We swapped partners and I deposited my second load as deep as I could inside Lucy. Without even thinking about it I followed up by making love to Miranda and as we watched the girls with each other the penny dropped that they were a couple. I felt excitement for them and guilt for being so self-obsessed and not realizing but everything seemed to be as it should be.
The unveiling of the fashion houses ‘Nicky Bliss and Miranda” lines were a huge success and the wedding was every bit as perfect as in my dream. Carlo gave me away and Melinda was my best man. It was a different sort of wedding that’s for sure. My bride and I are only 4 short weeks off becoming parents now and looking forward to it a lot, that and whatever life throes at as next.

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Sharing Daddy

Sharing Daddy
__As a mom, you want your daughter to look pretty and be well liked. Like all mothers I wished for that. Fate granted my wish, but in the ‘pretty’ part of my wish…..pretty kept going into sexy…then more sexy…then horny and sexy.
I sat in a chair and watched Trish talk on her cell phone. I don’t think she could realize just how sexy her body and face had grown into. I secretly wished I looked like her at that age.
I had watch her tits grow full, her legs fill out to stunningly beautiful, her hair grow long and she knew just how to fix it so sexy looking. I watched every male take a second look at her, and smile. She knew how to use her beauty to get what she wanted. She liked the male attention and flaunted her sexiness just enough to satisfy her……for a while.
I heard her and her girlfriends talk in her room about who they would love to have sex with. That’s when I became concerned. Her male math teacher at school, was just one of a long list she wanted to have hot sex with. She named off a endless list of guys she wanted….and then I think I heard her whisper…..having sex…daddy…something, and they both giggled and the other girl said something about ‘she would too‘. I couldn’t help but think she wanted to have sex with her dad.
I felt I had to do something as she was becoming way to horny and it sounded like she wanted to have sex with every male she met.
It was time for a ‘mom and daughter’ talk about her desires.
That night I had her crawl in bed with me for some ‘girl’ talk. She was pumped when I got on the subject of having sex with guys. She took over the conversation with intimate questions. She ask what is was like having sex with her dad.
Now what do I do?
I tried to change to talking about other males. She scooted over next to me. She got close to my ear and said: “Come on mom, … tell me what he’s like in bed…please.” She was determined to try and pry the details of having sex with her dad out of me. I looked at her sweet face and finally said:
“Ok,… (big sigh)…. but this is very private intimate information, not to told to anyone else ever. This is strictly between you and I.”
I watch her wiggle and say quietly ’ok’. She was smiling real big anticipating what I was about to tell her. Her eyes were big and she was already breathing fast, and acting all horny. I wondered if I was doing the best thing for her.
It was too late.
After hearing the conversations she’d had with her girlfriend about wanting to have sex with her own dad, I figured I‘d better tell…almost… all…….
I started in to tell her all the very intimate things about her dad.
“ I guess it first started when we were in a club house a bunch of boys had built out of scrap wood. It was in the back of a long back yard in some big bushes. Your dad looked all around to make sure no one was watching and we darted in. We smoked our first cigarette that afternoon. We thought we were so grown up as we both got dizzy. I had heard a new word some girl at school had used. I ask him what it meant.
‘Blowjob‘. He smiled and said he’d show me what is was. He sat on an old wood box and had me get on my knees in front of him. He told me guy and girls liked this and he would show me how to do it. He said first he wanted to feel my titties. That felt really good. He then started kissing my neck and feeling my pussy. That was even better. He put my hand on his crouch to feel his stiff cock and then took it out of his pants.
It was my first to see one in person and to touch. He said kissing and licking a cock was the start of a blowjob. He whispered he would train me to do it just right. I started in licking his cock as he felt my titties and ran his fingers through my hair. He guided my head and put my mouth over his cock.
Up and down my mouth went. I never wore a bra and he played with my nipples and they got hard. He said I was doing it just right and to keep going. I liked the secret stuff and was pleased I was making him happy. He began to groan and move my head faster. He said not to take my mouth off his cock, no matter what happened.
I did as he said when he groaned and I felt warm stuff filling my mouth. He said to swallow it down. I did. It was exciting and gave me tingles in my pussy doing this. He had a lot of the white stuff and some ran out of my mouth. I had never tasted anything like it and he called it ’cum’ and said I did it perfect.
He then put his hand inside my panties and rubbed my pussy with his finger. I twitched as it tingled so much. He had me then stand up. He pulled down my shorts and panties. He began to lick my pussy. It was an awesome feeling as he was giving me a ’blowjob’, only he called it ’eating a pussy’. Whatever it was called it felt wonderful.
We came back to the club house every chance we got. We would whisper: (“…club house.”) to each other and off we would go. He then taught me about ’going 69’ and we turned and did that a lot.”
I looked over at Trish and she was hot, and breathing hard. She had one hand on her pussy rubbing it. “Mom, that is the hottest story I’ve ever heard. Please tell me more.”
Trisha thought……
(Mom doesn’t know it…. but she told me just about what dad and I have been doing lately. That’s why the story was so hot to me. That same clubhouse was still there and dad was teaching me all about sex.)
Mom….
I wanted to say maybe tomorrow, but now I was all stimulated myself. I said: “Don’t you want to go get in your bed and ….a…do your ’rubbing’ in there?” She took a big breath, reached over and turned out the light. She whispered: (“…I want to rub myself right here, as you tell me more. Do you ever rub yourself?”)
I had already told her many intimate things so I told her: (“…. yes I do when I think of hot sexual things.”) She immediately said: (“…lets do it together, …..Ok?…you just keep talking while we rub.”)
Masturbating with your own daughter caught me by surprise. I’d never even thought of such a thing. I had girlfriends who I fingered myself with as a teen, but my daughter? The reaction I had shocked me. I got a big shot of arousal when she said that.
It was dark in there but we could see a little from the street light. I reached down and took my panties off and took my top off. Trisha did the same. Us both being naked just made it all the more exciting.
I pulled my knees up and put two fingers in my wet pussy. I said: (“…your dad will be back tomorrow, so this is the only time we’ll get to do this.”) Trisha said: (“…maybe, mom, you know I’ve heard you guys having sex before and watched you a few times guys too.”)
She continued: (“…you see that vent there, well, if I stand on my chair in my room I can see right in here…”)
I ask her: (“…how did you figure that out?”)
She said: (“…mom…daddy showed me how to do it, he said I could watch if I wanted to. It was to be our little secret, but your so cool, I just had to tell you.”)
I had to act surprised, but her dad and I arranged that for her a while back. I had to chuckle to myself. Watching or being watched is real exciting. I did it when I was little at a girlfriend house. We watched her brother fuck their older sister. I have to admit,… ‘that‘….was really hot to watch. Knowing your being watch was something her dad and I found exciting.
I continued with her request to tell about having sex with her dad. Her watching some doesn’t tell her what we were thinking and feeling.
“We had our little place in that clubhouse and things progressed. It was more training for me. He knew hot to get me so hot, so fast and now to have sex with each other We got naked one afternoon and he first felt and sucked on my titties. He then kissed lower down my tummy and started licking my clit. He put a finger inside my pussy and massaged my G spot and wouldn’t let up.
I moaned and squirmed until I felt like I had to pee real bad. I was wonderful as my pussy massaged his finger back. I was losing my breath when I started to squirt out my pussy….wow it made me squirm hard and moan out. It was then when he put his cock in me. It was tight but slipped in a little at a time. I felt the peak of sexual excitement and we fucked for the first time.
That was also the first time we kissed and let our tongues go crazy. The sex was to quick as I felt him squirt gobs of cum in my pussy. We held each other tight and It was heaven for sure. We lay there panting and just enjoyed our togetherness…..”
I heard Trisha moan and shake the bed as she orgasmed. I was right with her moaning and squirming as our bodies felt the euphoric pleasure…..
We lay there panting and rubbing our pussy’s. I finally said out of breath: (“…there are a lot more stories…..and….I’ll save those for another time.”) I looked over at Trisha and heard her barely whisper: (“….daddy is so hot…”)
Trisha thought…….
Someday…….dad and I will tell mom that we have been going to that same clubhouse thing in the back yard for months now…..
Mom thought……
Someday….
Her dad and I will tell her, that I decided to share him with her and our glorious times, to take her to the clubhouse and repeat the wonderful thrills we had.
Her Dad had already told me what is was like having her in the clubhouse. He said:
“She wasn’t like you, she already knew all about sex. She just wanted to have sex with me. She didn’t want to stall around and as we sat on the floor, she got right on top of me. I never got a word in as she started in kissing me like a grown woman. She was ready and her hot little tongue was wild. She said: “…feel my titties daddy, and put your hand inside my panties. I did as she asked and felt her warm ass. She had my pants undone and pulled down in no time.
Down she went to suck on me. She then turned around and put her pussy down right on my face. She was really horny and rocked her pussy on my face. She was a horny as you and I are for each other today. She‘s happy…that‘s all we care about….now come over here and lets make her mom dad happy.”
As time went by, Trish eventually told me about those times with her daddy in the clubhouse, and what it was like……
Trisha……
That first time, I had been waiting for this and now I was going to show daddy I knew all about sex already. I’d already had sex with girls and boys, but none compared to him. He was just letting me have my way and I was so turned on I was going to make this as special as I could.
I turned around and pulled him on top of me now. I started putting his big cock slowly in my hot pussy. I kissed him all over his face. He was getting real hot just like I wanted. I whispered: (“…oh…. daddy…I’ve wanted you for so long…..you’re the hottest daddy in the world…”) He was so excited he put my legs on his shoulders and we started to moan.
Oh yes, that was the feeling I was waiting for. His cock was big and filled my pussy so good. I had to hold on tight as he started going a little faster and we were breathing so hard. I was moaning and getting dizzy as it felt so good. My pussy was alive with good feelings and it massaged his cock as we fucked. Our moans told us we were going to cum as I held his ass cheeks tight. As it all increased higher and higher…..
I Suddenly felt his cum burst out and shoot in me as we both moaned out. I locked my legs and shook out of control….I felt a burst of joy warmly flow over my body. I saw colors and beautiful bursts of light in my head. He kept shooting cum in me until all time seemed to stop. We locked together and blended our good feelings together as it got all quiet,…. except for our panting and my kissing his sweet face….
Mom……
Her dad and I have loved each other since day one. We love to make each other happy. One day we were all in the clubhouse talking. Her dad and I had pre-arranged a little surprise for her. I was sitting on the rug on the floor and her dad got behind me. He reached around and started feeling my tits. Trish’s eyes went wide open. I said: “Did you ever wonder what I would be like to watch your mom and dad having sex?….well…we’re going to show you.”
She gulped big and started in watching us. Soon her hand went between her legs to slowly rub on her pussy. We were excited having her watch us just a foot away. He laid me on top of him on my back and took off my top. I had no bra on and his hands felt me up real good. We got real hot and soon took off all our clothes. Now I was on my back as we went for some ’69’. Trish was breathing hard as her intense eyes watch us suck and lick each other. She got on her knees and stuck her hand down her panties to finger herself. She whispered: (“…you guys are awesome…this is so hot to watch.”)
He turned and put my legs up on his shoulders. I moaned and squirmed with the anticipation of him putting his cock in me. Trish’s face was all over us taking in the view of us fucking. It was very stimulating to us too to have her so close and watching us. This was a first ever for us to do this. We started in and it was wonderfully exciting with me moaning and him fucking me hard. Trish began to moan a little too. I wrapped my legs tight around his neck as I felt a big climax coming. Trish’s face was right next to my pussy watching the action. I began to moan loud as our ’cum together ’ golden moment came to us. Trish was orgasming right with us.
It was indescribable the shaking, moaning and fast fucking we did. Trish’s fingers were a blur going in and out of her pussy as she bucked and moaned with the pleasure she was getting….
Having your young teen daughter watch you and her dad have sex…… was beyond awesome…but….
the most intense part came a week later when I watched her dad have sex with Trish….they both got me so hot, then they both licked me at the same time into a mind bending climax as we all came gloriously together…
Later…all Trish could do was whisper from her euphoric mind, and say…..
(” mom, dad,… you guys… are a perfect match.”)
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So far…. We’ve decided it’s not quite time to tell Trish that her dad and I are…
(brother and sister.)

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SCENE AT A TENNIS LESSON

This is part of an occasional series of ‘Scenes’, all of which are a single scene in a particular type of location. They are ‘point of view’ stories, and you can imagine that you are either of the characters. This is happening today, at a sports club in your town.

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Loving Babysitter Part 4

Next installment. Sorry for the delay my fans. Lisa, or should I say Lee, is really started to assert herself and show who the true butch is

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MISDIRECTED MESSAGES: (3) THE NOTE

This is the third of six stories about messages going to the wrong person, and the result of that mistake. They are completely separate stories, and are only connected by this common theme. This story is quite long; it is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

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Things get wild in Africa

“I can see them” I exclaimed looking back to Jane.
She wasn’t looking upwards though, she was instead looking at my shorts. I suddenly realised that with all the manoeuvring when getting up, my cock had come out of my underpants and she must be able to see it up the inside leg of my shorts. She hadn’t noticed that I had looked down at her and her gaze was transfixed on my cock. She’s probably never seen one before I thought.

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Two Can Play At That Game

My name is Gabrielle Tierney I am 37 years old and the mother of two, there’s many reasons why my husband and I are no longer together in short, we just didn’t work out. He sends an alimony check every month, which goes directly into my children’s college accounts. Since this story concerns them, I guess I should tell you a little bit about my children.
My lovely daughter Erin is 16, she’s developing very nicely. She has auburn hair and hazel eyes which are accompanied by a 32b cup breast size. She has a friend named Olivia which is about to turn 16 herself. She has dyed Orange hair with her bangs dyed blood red. She’s a very creative girl, that draws beautifully, her parents are not around much and when they are, she’s not their prime concern, so as a result Olivia spends most of her time over my house and even spends a few nights a week. I sometimes refer to her as my third child, even know secretly I lust after sweet little Olivia.
My son Tim is 14 and stays mostly to himself. He always seems to be out and about over friend’s houses mostly. He is a spitting image of his father, which is a good thing, his father is a handsome man. He has short light brown hair with dark brown eyes and is very fit as a result of how active he is. Tim has many friends, but they usually don’t stay over very long let alone stay the night, so it’s mostly just a house full of women, which I don’t mind.
Now my house is only one floor, but is very spacious so there is plenty of privacy, but I like to listen in on my children. it’s pretty easy to, since all the rooms are in one hallway and are connected making it easy to keep my eye or in this case ear on them. Call me an over protective mother, but I like to know what my kids are doing while they are in my house. For awhile I was suspecting my daughter of being a lesbian with Olivia, now I’m not a close minded parent, I myself am often turned on by certain women, I just rather know. After weeks of listening to my daughters room through my personal bathroom’s wall I gave up the notion of her and Olivia playing around with reach other. I have heard my son masturbate, constantly and it’s very normal for a boy his age to relieve himself and during the summers I would keep track, the record is 6 times in on day.
This story takes place last summer where little Olivia’s parents went away for a month that turned into two and left her home, she naturally came to stay with us. It was going very smoothly until I realized I would be doing her laundry, since it was a rule on the weekends you bring your dirty clothes to the laundry room and I wash them. The first weekend I was putting in a wash of what I thought were my daughters’ clothes when I came across some skimpy underwear and shirts that resemble the ones Olivia always wears, tight with very bright colors. My hands were trembling as I picked up the thong underwear and brought it to my nose breathing in her sweet juices. I could feel my own juices moisten my pussy as I was getting very turned on by this. I even went so far as to lick over the string of the thong tasting what I convince myself was her pussy, in reality these were day or two old. In no time I had locked the door which was just a safety precaution seeing how nobody ever came inside the laundry room besides myself. My hands started digging through her bag full of clothes trying to find sexier and perhaps a fresher pair of underwear.
I knew she was a messy person since the room we gave her for the summer was very messy, mostly clothes on the floor. So hopefully she put ones from last night in here and they were just at the bottom. My hands felt the most sexy garment she had, nothing was wet, no juices running over my fingers, instead I decided to imagine what she looked like in the underwear and masturbated right in the laundry room to her image. I slipped two of my fingers into my soaking wet cunt as I thought of little Olivia prancing around the house in a baby blue with pink stripes thong. Something that was slutty, but had such an innocent look to it which turned me on ever more. My fingers were slipping in and out as my thumb was pressed firmly against my clit rubbing in a circular motion. To keep from moaning I bit my lip and within a few moments I was squirting my juices into my panties and over my hand. In due time I had cleaned my hand up with a towel and put Olivia’s load of laundry in the washer machine.
I felt I needed a change of clothes so I moved quickly to my room only to meet Olivia and my daughter in the hallway. They were putting up a picture that Erin drew of our garden out back, it was beautiful with a couple of butterflies flying around our flowers. Ever since she started hanging around Olivia my daughter started to draw, I thought she was just mimicking her friend at first, but actually she quite good herself. She had asked me after she drew it if she could frame it and hang it in the hallway and I of course said yes.
“Hey Mrs. Tierney, you see what Erin drew?” Olivia asked with a smile.
“Yes, I saw it when she drew it. Sure took you long enough to get it framed.” I tried to be causal as I hid my hand behind me.
“It cost a little more than I was expecting, so I had to wait. Next time, I want to do it ourselves, I hear it’s easy.” Erin says with the usual pep in her voice.
“Well I don’t know how easy it is, but we can look into it.” I start to walk to my room hoping to get changed before anyone notices what I had done.
“Oh mom, come here for a second.”
“In a moment, I just want go to the bathroom real quick.” I just had to get away and change out of these panties.
After I changed without incident I went back out in the hall trying to look normal.
“Mom, Olivia’s hands are freezing! It’s like 90 degrees out and she feels like she was in a freezer!”
“I have bad circulation.” Olivia explains very reasonably
“It’s not that uncommon, honey.” I start to walk by when my daughter stops me.
“No, you have to feel them!” without giving me any warning my daughter grabs my hand that was in my pussy just moments before and that’s when I realized in my rush to not take longer than I normally would I forgot to wash my hands. I felt so stupid, another thirty seconds wouldn’t have raised anything suspicions. Erin guides my hand to Olivia’s hands and she was right they were freezing cold. Olivia even put one hand under and one hand on top of my hand pressing down lightly. I know she would be able to smell my pussy on her hands after. I hope I did a good enough job with the towel that it wouldn’t be too noticeable. In no time she had let my hand go and I was frozen, I knew I needed to get out of there.
“You’re right honey, her hands are very cold, very useful on a hot day.” I immediately regretted saying that. hoping they wouldn’t take it any other way than just it could cool yourself off. I started to walk away feeling I was home free.
The rest of the day went on normally, I returned the clothes cleaned of pussy juices to Olivia and clean of jizz stains to my son. It’s the darnest thing, every week there’s clothes all stuck together from cum. He must use his shirts to catch his load. I made dinner and we all ate as we made small talk about how summer was going, Erin complained how she was the only one that had to go to work, but she was only half serious about it, mostly making jokes. For the last two summers my daughter has had a job at the purple cow, which is a local ice cream and fast food place. I myself edit an online news site which doesn’t really require me to leave my home much, if at all.
The next week was where things got interesting. Olivia was starting to have trouble sleeping and had to start to rely on sleeping pills and soon she was taking them every night. She did get a good night sleep, which she stated she slept like a baby and sometimes it was very hard to get her awake.
One day the pill bottle disappeared, which would later be discovered that Tim accidentally knocked them down the sink drain as he was examining one deciding if he should try it. he thought he’d get in trouble, so the evidence was hidden and Olivia didn’t find out there were no pills till that night. I asked if she wanted me to go to the store to pick some up, but she said she’d be fine it would only be one night. She didn’t sleep one wink as minute after minute crawled past that night as her restless little body tried it’s hardest to drift off.
The next morning she was noticeable exhausted and again I offered to get her some pills and she accepted this time. When I went to the store I drove my daughter to her work since they were in the same direction. In the pharmacy I had no idea which one she was taking.
“Can I help you?” The pharmacist asked. He had snuck up on me and startled me a bit, I just smiled and try to not show how much he spooked me.
“Yes, uh, which sleeping pill would work the best?”
“well I would recommend this kind.” He picked up this small white pill bottle and handed to me. “These will knock you out and keep you asleep for 3 to 9 hours.
I thanked the man, paid for the pills and left. I hurried a little bit on my way back home, the truth is I felt bad for Olivia, she just wanted to rest, but she couldn’t. So as I would with my real kids, I just wanted to ease her pain. Once back home I found the house empty besides for Olivia on the couch.
“Where did Tim go?” I asked
“A few…uh, a few of his friends came by. They went out.” Olivia weakly said.
I walked over to her on the couch and gave her the pills. She asked for a glass of water and I quickly got her one.
“I’m going to be at on the computer for a few minutes, just call if you need anything.” I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead lightly and started to walk away when she jokingly said.
“Thanks mom.” I smiled and continued towards my office.
Seconds turned into minutes which turned into well past a half an hour in which I hadn’t gotten any work done. After coming to the conclusion the best thing to do is check on Olivia. Walking back down the hall as I entered the living room I could hear her deep breathing, she was obviously sleeping. A smile appeared on my face as a relief feeling rushed over me, but I knew the couch she was laying on wouldn’t be comfortable. Moving her would be no easy task, not that she’s a big girl just the opposite, she’s tiny, but I’ve never carried another human being over nine years of age before. With one of my arms under her legs and the other cradled under her head I slowly started to lift. Quickly realizing how light she actually was I moved down the hall towards her guest bedroom stepped over her dirty clothes and laid her on her unmade bed. I scanned the floor hoping to find some used panties when a dirty and evil thought popped into my head. She’s out and she will be for the next few hours easy.
Looking down at her resting body her breast moving up in down in rhythm with her breathing, I couldn’t help myself. Leaning over kissing her mouth slipping my tongue inside feeling so dirty and excited as I did. This was a young sixteen year old little girl that in any other circumstance I would treat as my own daughter, but I just couldn’t hold myself back from touching the bare skin under her shirt. Her breast filled my greedy hand nicely with her small erect nipple sticking through the gap between my middle and ring fingers. As my hand under her shirt groped this young resting body my tongue explored her mouth. She didn’t stir her breath got slightly heavier, but no sign of awareness. My kiss became more aggressive attacking her mouth invading every crevice of the orifice. Squeezing and pressing the young breast getting rougher each time, my pussy couldn’t help itself. it felt as if the flood gates had opened and my panties had a river of juices that only moments ago were concealed securely. The realization of how tremendous the orgasm was and how it happened without even a single touch came while I laid my body next to hers.
My thoughts were filled with wicked activities to do while my nicely acquired sex toy slept. Before any rational thought entered my brain to argue with lust my hands were undoing her jeans, I doubt if any such idea would have claim victorious in my current mind set anyhow. Yanking her pants down towards her ankles my eyes widened to the sight before me. Her panties were black boy shorts with a red fuzzy trim on the front of which was a small darkened spot. Her unconscious body was aroused, leaning in my tongue licked the wet spot tasting the cloth more so any young lustful juices. pulling down her panties about to her thigh with her bare young pussy staring me straight in the face my mind wondered how her ass looked. Knowing or at least fooling myself into thinking I had all day to play I turned her over thinking how could a couple of minutes do any harm. She had such a beautiful ass for her age, as a woman ages her tits and ass don’t age as well as her mind and sex drive. Looking at this small what we used to call bubble butt laying in front of me I just couldn’t help it.
Leaning forward with my tongue sticking out I licked her ass feeling her soft child like skin. Working my way down towards her thighs I slowly licked her pussy from behind. A long lick trying to see if I could reach her clit and every time as it ran against her eager cunt I pushed it inside as she let out a soft moan. Quickly my licks became more and more aggressive. Pushing deeper inside her at a faster pace licking up all her juice I could in the process. Her body started to sway slightly, knowing full well what was happening and enjoying it as her mind was obvious to the sexual encounter that was taking place. groping her ass digging her nails into the soft skin leaving tiny indents that slowly disappeared, she started to shake and before I could react (not that I would have any differently) she had her own intense orgasm. She sprayed on the bed and over my face. Slowly running my fingers over the wet juices and licking them clean tasting my sweet young fuck toy and enjoying every last moment of it.
Just then in my moment of Ecstasy I heard the door closed I almost shouted in my panic. I’m within seconds of being caught molesting a sleeping underage girl. Quickly I jumped up knowing I could not go into the hallway didn’t even bothering glancing at the door, instead I rushed to get into the closest. In the guest room the closet didn’t have a regular door instead it had sliding one with slats so you could see out/in, sliding it behind me I was in the clear. My moment of glory was cut short upon noticing that I had left poor little Olivia bottomless laying just above a small wet spot of her own love juices. My second mistake and this one was a much larger one was the bedroom door was wide open. Knowing that it could only be Tim and his bedroom is just before the guest bedroom maybe he wouldn’t even notice. I listen for what seems like hours before hearing his small feet making sounds on the hardwood floor. Tacking every step I could hear him take, Tim got up to his door and paused and then the steps continued towards Olivia’s door. My palms started to become sweaty as with every step I knew he came closer to finding what has happened here, damn his curiosity. it would only be a matter of time before he found his dear old mother hiding in the closet and then this nasty secret would be out. What was she going to do?
Tim turned the corner looking into the room, the boy always loved to look at all the used panties laying on the floor, but instead he caught a glimpse of Olivia’s naked ass and quickly looked away.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you weren’t dressed.” Once no shouting ensued he added “Sorry”.
Again without any answer to his apology, Tim looked in the room once again and Olivia hadn’t moved. Looking around the room confused he stepped inside.
“Olivia?” he called out.
Still no answer as he reach the side of her bed unknowingly with his back to his mom. The boy could clearly see she was sleeping and couldn’t help but notice her bare ass with the smell of pussy juice in the air. Tim started to get aroused himself reaching out slightly touching her arm.
“Olivia” He tried to see a response, but there was none.
Then Tim did something that I did not expect, he reached out and grabbed a hold of her sweet ass, squeezing it tight waiting for her to wake up, which she did not. The boy got bolder and started to rub his fingers over her pussy and it looked like he was penetrating her. What was happened hadn’t really hit me full forced yet, I was just watching in some kind of trance as Tim fingered his sister’s friend’s pussy. Then pulling down his pants without skipping a beat he pulled out his hard cock. He climbed on top of her and imitated something he must’ve seen in a porn movie, by smacking her ass with his cock. Seeing a clear view of him, he must have been about six inches maybe a little over. He thrusts into her with a smile on his face as he forces his cock deep into the sleeping pussy.
At this point I don’t know what’s worst, that I molested this poor young girl or that my little boy is now raping her or that I’m getting turned on by watching this. My pussy was begging the be touched as I reached inside my pants a shockwave ripped through my body as I came instantly, but yet still I wanted more, so I kept rubbing watching my son pound poor little Olivia. She didn’t wake up, but he fucked her harder and harder, the little bastard was enjoying it, but yet I couldn’t get too angry at him, I was myself just a few moments ago.
As I rubbed myself to my third orgasm today, I could hear my son grunt and moan loudly, he was muttering something to Olivia, but I couldn’t hear it. He grabbed her hips and started to fuck her faster as he was moaning louder and louder he then let out a extremely loud grunt as both son and mother came together at the same time. His load shot into the sleeping Olivia as my only thought was ‘I hope she is on birth control’.
Tim slowly pulled his cock out and kissed her on the cheek, then pulled up his pants and walked out the door closing it behind him. Slowly I got out of her closet hoping he would not return for an encore so quickly. I knew I would have to do the unthinkable and clean up after my son.
First I got some tissues and rubbed her pussy getting as much cum as I could that was oozing out, tucked it neatly in a ball and put it in my pocket. Then pulled her panties and pants back up, then covering her with her sheets even know it’s very hot outside, central air keeps my house at such a cool temperature. Having once over the room I remembered to fix her bra replacing her tits inside, I then slowly opened the window, stepped out onto my lawn and closed it quietly behind me. Confident I cleaned up enough to not alarm any suspicion, I walked in the front door acting as though I just got in myself.
When Olivia woke up a couple of hours later, she gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, which is a little bit unlike her and told me thanks for the pills, she had slept like a baby. She obviously had no idea what I or my son had done to her. Tim on the other had acted completely out of the norm, he couldn’t stop staring at Olivia with a look on his face only I understood. I look of lust, he wanted, no needed to get back inside of her, I thought I would have to buy him some condoms, wouldn’t want any horrible accidents to happen, can’t really clean those up with couple of tissues.

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Riding With Sam (Cousin Ashley Gets Her Own Story 2)

Riding With Sam (Plus a bonus story following the main story) by rutger5
Sam was standing there with an uncertain look on her face as she waited for my answer. I was unsure what to do though since I was with my friends and I didn’t wish to blow them off, plus we hadn’t even decided if we were going to the party when Kayla surprised me by speaking.
“Hi I’m Kayla and you don’t know me but I’m a friend of Ashley’s and I remember you from school. Any chance you can give me a ride? That bike is so hawt.”
Kayla stuck her hand out after she breathlessly blurted out her request. Sam shook her hand with a bemused expression on her face and gave me a sidelong glance to which I just shook my head to keep from laughing.
“Sure why not, I’ll give you a ride” Sam said before turning my way “how about you Ash, are you next?”
Without even realizing it I nodded yes which made Sam flash a big smile. She then turned and walked to her bike and pulled her spare helmet from the back and handed it to Kayla who had already climbed on the back and was waiting expectantly. Sam climbed on but before starting the bike she turned back to Kayla. It seemed to me that she subtly flexed her bicep as she adjusted the rear view mirror, her black sleeveless t-shirt showing her arms to their best effect.
“So have you ever ridden before?” she asked her.
“Yeah both my brother and cousin have bikes so I’ve been on motorcycles before, but never a brand new one. This bike is so cool” she said before putting the helmet on.
Carly and I shook our heads from her answer because it was so Kayla that the fact that the bike was new impressed her so much, but she was a label whore and trendsetter wannabe. Right before she put on her helmet Sam winked at me and mouthed “Be right back.”
Then she turned on the engine and throttled it before taking off with Kayla holding her waist tightly. There was part of me that felt a twinge of jealousy as they paused at the entrance to the parking lot before Sam gunned the engine and turned onto the street and drove away. It was me she had asked and I thought she liked me and I found her attractive, even though she was butcher than any girl I’d ever been with.
“So what’s the deal Ash, with this Sam girl I mean?”
“I don’t know about any deal Carly, I cheered at some of her games last school year before she graduated and I ran into her at the mall today when I was looking for a job. She recommended me to the manager and you heard I probably got the job. That’s all there is to it” I answered truthfully except for the last part.
My friends had no knowledge that I’d occasionally had sex with girls. It was something I’d kept to myself figuring people might not understand that sometimes I liked to eat pussy or have the favor returned by a girl. It didn’t change me any or who I was but Sam was different and uncharted territory to me. All my female lovers had been other girly girls like me who liked guys as well. Somehow I couldn’t see Sam with a guy, she was obviously lesbian all the way. And for some reason that turned me on, plus the fact that she was good looking certainly helped. Sam wasn’t beautiful but she had striking features and a really nice smile and a very athletic body with tattooed, chiseled arms.
“Is that all? I swear you were giving each other the eye earlier” Carly replied with a knowing stare.
“Well I can’t help it if she noticed how hot I am.”
Carly didn’t seem convinced of my innocence in the matter though and she shook her head slowly as she considered what to say.
“Listen I know I called her a lezzy earlier but I’m not against them any. Its just that the look you gave her was more than casual and to be honest Ash there have been times that I swore you were checking out girls in the locker room. I know you like guys but I’ve been your friend since 6th grade and sometimes I notice things. I never said anything about it because we all look at the competition some but I always suspected there was more to it than that.”
“Oh my God” I blurted out “does everyone think that about me?”
I’d always been so careful about eyeing other girls and now I realized I wasn’t as slick as I thought. Had I been labeled a secret lesbian? That thought gave me pause and I was worried until Carly laughed.
“So it is true then. Don’t worry Ashley your secret is safe with me. I doubt anyone noticed, its just we’re friends so I’m more tuned in to you then most. Plus we’ve had gym class together the last few years. It wasn’t like you were sitting there drooling or anything. It just seemed strange that you would be so discreet instead of just looking openly, like you didn’t want to be noticed. If it was innocent you wouldn’t care, you know.”
“You don’t hold it against me, do you Carly? I do like guys but I think girls are cute in a different way. I never told people because I didn’t want to be different or be judged.”
“You are my friend and I’m not so shallow you know.”
“Thanks Carly, you are great” I told her before hugging her. “The thing is Sam isn’t like the girls I’m usually attracted to and she is pretty open about liking girls it seems so I doubt anything will happen between us. Don’t want to blow my cover you know.”
“You do what you want Ash, but if you’re attracted to her and like her then why hide it? You never know until you give it a try.”
What Carly said made a lot of sense to me. There was no reason to not see if anything developed between us. Maybe Sam wasn’t actually interested in me, she just might have been admiring my body the way a guy would but thought I was too young or something. She was starting college in the fall while I was just sixteen.
“You might be right Carly but I’m probably just a kid to her. Still I’ll go for a ride and this way I can see if she is interested. But what about you and Kayla? I don’t want to abandon you guys.”
“Don’t worry about us, we’ll head to that party and you can meet us there if you want. Besides with older guys there Kayla will be in her element anyway. And don’t worry about your “secret”. I won’t say a word to anyone including Kayla, but I have to ask Ash. I’m your friend and I’m curious, have you ever checked me out when I was naked around you or thought about me in that way?”
Luckily for me Sam pulled into the parking lot with Kayla at that moment, sparing me from answering her loaded questions at least for now. The motorcycle pulled up and stopped next to us. Kayla carefully climbed off and removed the helmet before handing it to me. Sam also removed her helmet and stared at me expectantly. Looking at my outfit Kayla shook her head.
“I don’t know about riding dressed like that Ash, be careful. By the way what’s the plan?”
“We’re going to the party and Ashley is going for a ride and we can meet up later” Carly said as she took Kayla by the arm.
“Okay bye, see you Ash and thanks for the ride” Kayla said directing the last part to Sam as they headed off talking to each other a mile a minute.
As Sam stood waiting I studied my outfit. I was wearing a light blue tank top with a lacy border and black flats but it was my black skirt I was worried about. It was kind of short and I was afraid it might ride up too high revealing the thong I was wearing beneath but what could I do. Placing the helmet on my head I strapped it on. Unlike Sam’s helmet which had a dark visor the one I was wearing left my face uncovered. Gingerly I lifted my leg as I straddled the bike and once I did I sat and lifted my feet and placed them on the footrests.
“Ashley have you ever been on a motorcycle before?” Sam asked.
“No I haven’t so take it nice and easy to start with and please don’t let me fall off.”
“No problem, you just hold on tight especially on the turns” Sam said as she turned the ignition and the engine roared to life.
Immediately I felt the vibrations from the engine and when Sam revved it a few times it was like the 649 cc’s went straight to my pussy and jump started it. Then she hit the throttle and we were off. She hooked a quick right and we cruised down the street. The feel of the wind against my face was awesome although at first my tummy was filled with butterflies but as she drove I really got into it, especially the feeling between my legs. When we stopped at a red-light I tapped Sam in her side and when she turned I yelled over the sound of the engine.
“If you want to you can go faster.”
Her head nodded in response and she again revved the engine as we waited and as soon as the light turned green the bike took off like a bat out of hell. We easily passed a couple of cars in the left lane as Sam gave it some gas while at the same time coming close to giving me an orgasm. My hands gripped her tightly as we flew around a curve in the street and the bike leaned sideways. As the feeling grew between my legs I buried my face against Sam’s back and held on for dear life. The throbbing machine between my legs felt to me like a giant vibrator. My climax was rapidly approaching when at the next intersection we came to a stop sign.
When Sam stopped she put one of her leather glove clad hands over mine and revved the engine again. As I trembled from the sensation she squeezed my hand firmly. This time it was more than I could take as I felt my juices leak from my climaxing pussy into my drenched panties. The orgasm made me gasp for breath as the bike then drove on but at a low speed as it approached a commercial strip.
At the next parking lot Sam pulled in and came to a stop whereupon she removed her helmet and climbed from the bike. My body was reluctant to move due to my leg muscles still shaking gently as well as that I figured there would be a noticeable wet spot on the seat from when I had cum. Sam met my gaze with her chocolate brown eyes until I glanced down feeling embarrassed as if she could see my thoughts.
“You alright Ashley?” she asked with sincerity in her firm voice.
I just nodded as I didn’t trust my voice right now, I had the feeling she would be able to hear the lust I was feeling reflected in it.
“So if you want me to drop you at some party just let me know, okay, as I don’t know the address.”
I paused for a few seconds before answering as I gathered my thoughts and gained a greater measure of control over my highly aroused body.
“Well I do want to meet up with my friends again and they are going to the party. But you don’t have to just drop me off” I said pausing while I looked straight at Sam. I took a deep breath before continuing as I intended to put it all on the line with her.
“I’d like it if you hung out with me as well, if you want to I mean” I concluded as I hung my head afraid to continue looking at her in case she was about to shoot me down.
She didn’t say a word at first and I was afraid that she was trying to come up with the words to blow me off nicely. Probably along the lines of ‘Well you’re a nice kid, but I go with college women now’ or something to that effect when I felt her hand touch my cheek. Startled by this I brought my head up and when I did Sam’s lips met mine with a kiss.
Her lips were warm and soft and the kiss started gentle but when my hands went around her neck it became harder and fiercer and I felt her hand press against my ribs. Sam’s tongue slipped between my parted lips and when my tongue met it I realized that her tongue was pierced with a tongue ball. As we kissed I felt my already heated loins become even gooier from her touch as her strong hand traced its way toward my butt. Suddenly from a passing car a voice called out “Get a room” followed by the sound of laughter. We broke the kiss and I felt the blood rush to my face from my feeling of embarrassment. Sam smiled at me as her hand reluctantly moved off me. She put her helmet on but with the visor up for now.
“So what is the address where we are going” she plainly asked as she looked down at me. I quietly told her at which point she mounted up again and we were off. Again I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed my face sideways to her muscled torso. The ride felt like heaven to me with the combination of the vibrations coupled with the closeness of her body to mine. The ride ended far too soon for me as we arrived at the house where the party was. It was hopping with some people milling about in the driveway and on the front porch and you could hear the music filtering out from inside.
Sam worked her bike up the driveway and put down the kickstand before helping me off. Her eye definitely noticed the darker patch where my excited little pussy had seeped onto the black leather seat. After removing the helmet I gave it to Sam who put it along with hers on the handlebars. We then proceeded up the porch stairs and into the house. A techno beat filled the room as we entered and there were a few people dancing though most were just standing or sitting.
The crowd was college age and up with most being early twenties it seemed to me. I was looking around for my friends when someone from my left called out to me. It was Ryan and he was passing through the living room holding a case of beer. He paused and turned toward me.
“Hey Ash glad you could make it” he said “do either of you want a beer?”
Sam shook her head no and replied “None for me now as I’m driving, what about you Ashley?”
I declined as well as I really don’t like the taste of beer too much but I asked Ryan if he had seen my friends here.
“To tell the truth I haven’t and even though it’s possible I missed them I don’t think so. Well see you later.”
“What could have happened to them?” I mused aloud as they should have easily beaten us here.
“We can look around for them if you want. I’ll check upstairs and you look around here” Sam told me.
“Okay” I answered her. If they weren’t coming then there was no reason for us to stay. I didn’t want to ditch them but right now I really wanted to spend some alone time with Sam. First I passed through the dining room before checking the kitchen and they weren’t there. Since people were in the back yard I headed out there when I almost collided with someone.
“Sorry” I said as I stepped back when I realized that it was Paul the piercer who had almost walked into me. Quickly I attempted to turn around and return to the house when he grabbed me by my arm and yanked me close to him. His eyes were glassy and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Well look who I’ve found here” he said to a couple of guys nearby “this is the little slut I was telling you about, the one who I fucked earlier today.”
He leered at me and his eyes roamed all over my curvaceous figure as I attempted to pull my arm from his grasp but Paul was having none of that. His fingers dug deep into my flesh as he tightened his hold on me.
“Let go of me” I hissed “I thought neither one of us wanted anything to do with the other after before.”
He pushed me into his friends who both grabbed at me, one holding me by my shoulders while the other squeezed my butt cheek. Paul moved right next to me cutting off any opening I had to escape from them and his hand pawed at my full bosom.
“Maybe I made a mistake before in letting you leave slut” he slurred “but now you can service me and my friends.”
“In your fucking dreams” I yelled as I slapped the pig right in the face. His friends let go of me as they realized this wasn’t going to turn out like a porno movie but his face turned red with anger.
“You stupid bitch who do you think you are?” he bellowed at me, a vein throbbing on his forehead. He was so incensed that I wondered if he was going to hit me when like a streak Sam was there and she shoved Paul back a few steps. Ignoring him she turned to me.
“Are you all right Ash?” was all she said. When I nodded yes to her she just said “Let’s get out of here.”
“So this slut belongs to you dyke” Paul spat out “well don’t forget to ask her why I fucked her today because I bet she spreads her legs for anyone who asks even a freak like you.”
The muscles on Sam’s arms tensed as she clenched her fists but she maintained her control and didn’t allow him to bait her into action.
“Whatever, you aren’t worth the trouble” she said before turning toward the driveway as she reached for my hand when I noticed Paul lunge forward.
“Look out” I managed to cry out in warning.
She managed to push me behind her as Paul swung wildly. Sam managed to raise her arm but she wasn’t quick enough to totally block the blow as it grazed her face above her eye. He swung again but this time she sidestepped him while throwing her forearm out like she was back on the athletic field. As her arm connected with Paul I heard a sickening crunch as her elbow smashed into his nose. With a moan he sank down to the grass as the blood flowed from his nose.
Things seemed like a bad dream to me now as if in slow motion one of Paul’s friends approached Sam unaware from behind. Without thinking I launched myself at his legs tripping him up while also knocking the wind out of myself. Paul was wailing in pain and I could hear a bunch of people flooding the yard.
“That bitch broke my fucking nose” I heard Paul yell as hands pulled me to my feet. There was a bunch of guys, including Ryan thankfully, who were separating everybody from each other. Sam had a trickle of blood from a cut above her eye as she stood defiantly, ready for more trouble.
“What’s going on Ashley?” Ryan asked me with a concerned look.
“This jerk started it by messing with me and then throwing the first punch” I said vehemently before softening a little “though I’m sorry if his nose is broken but it’s his own damn fault.”
I pulled free from everyone and just walked away from the crowd and down the driveway as my eyes filled with tears. In front of a crowd I had been called a slut, truthfully I knew, while also getting Sam hit by Paul and vice versa. It was all my fault and I doubted I’d be able to show my face in public and worse than that I must have blown it for sure with Sam. She’d heard what a slut I was and it gave her a chance to cut her losses and forget about me.
My vision was cloudy from the bitter tears that ran down my face as I stumbled down the tree lined street with no idea of what direction I was heading in. Suddenly I felt a hand touch my shoulder at which point I whirled and saw Sam standing there with concern and worry written plainly on her face.
“Ashley didn’t you hear me, I’ve been calling you” she asked softly.
“Didn’t you hear him?” I told her. “Forget about me while you have the chance. I’m not worth your time or anyone’s for that matter. I’m sorry you were hurt standing up for me but I’m no good, just a stupid slut who causes trouble for others.”
After saying that I wished I could just disappear especially as it seemed like my words caused pain in Sam’s face but she didn’t let go of me. Her finger pressed against my lips as she made a shh sound. When I started to open my mouth to speak she kept me quiet by again pressing her lips to mine. When she broke the kiss she wiped my tears from my face with her finger.
“Wait here Ash, I’m just going to get my bike. DON’T LEAVE.” After saying this she turned and jogged back in the direction of the house. Realizing I couldn’t outrun her even if I wanted to I took out my cell and texted Carly instead.
[Don’t know what happened to you guys but don’t go to party no matter what you do now. Will explain later but just let me know that you are alright when you get message.]
Sam pulled up just as I was finishing the message and she handed me the helmet which I put on. Without saying a word I climbed behind her and the bike leaped to life and roared down the street. We traveled until we reached downtown and Main Street where the buildings had store or office fronts on the ground floor with apartments above but I didn’t pay attention until Sam pulled into an alleyway between two buildings where she parked. After we got off the bike and removed our helmets I asked her some questions.
“Where are we and why? And what are your plans for me?” The last question I asked with some trepidation.
“Well you can see we’re parked in an alley and the reason for that is that a friend of mine has an apartment in this building that I can use. I was hoping you would hang with me and we can talk there or kiss or do whatever you like.”
I looked into her eyes and she seemed sincere but I also saw that she was leaning more toward whatever than talking. Maybe since she now knew I was a slut she’d decided to tap me as well but that’s what I wanted anyway. Looking down at myself I realized that my legs and skirt had mud and grass stains from where I’d lain on the ground from tackling the guy back in the yard. Frantically I started brushing the dirt off me as if that could erase what had happened when Sam just took me in her arms and hugged me tight.
Her hard body felt so comforting to me and I sank into her and pressed my face into her chest while she stroked my hair soothingly. My mind relived all I had been through that day especially what happened at the party and I began to cry, softly at first but soon my body was wracked with sobs. Sam just held me and murmured encouragement until I recovered my composure somewhat when I was startled by a buzz from my cell phone. It was Carly returning my text.
[We r good, will talk later, ok]
[Ok talk soon, cover with my mom Ash]
“Is everything alright Ashley?”
Wiping away my tears I attempted a smile before speaking. “Yes it is Sam and thank you for everything, I really mean it. I owe you big time for standing by me with all this shit I’ve caused for you so far.”
“A lot of it isn’t really your fault Ashley and besides it wasn’t that big a deal.”
“ It’s a big deal and it means a lot to me Sam and instead of standing out here talking let me thank you properly once we’re inside and you can experience how grateful this little slut can be.”
“Ash, why do you call yourself a slut like that, you shouldn’t let others label you.”
“You are wrong there Sam, its true I’ve been called a slut but it is accurate. My Mom is a slut and I take after her, I’m afraid. For the most part I enjoy it but not all the time because I do have feelings and sometimes I’m treated like dirt. I don’t think you would do that to me Sam, would you?”
She shook her head no and took me by the hand and led me to a door in the alley wall. Sam produced a key from the pocket of her striped track pants and unlocked the door so we could enter. We stood at the bottom of a narrow staircase and at the top of the landing there was an overhead light that faintly illuminated the interior. Sam pushed me against the wall and crushed me with her body as her lips hungrily met mine. Her large hands squeezed my ass cheeks and pushed them into her as she ground her hips against me.
What I obviously felt there I shouldn’t have. Sam was a girl, if a butch one, but it felt like a male bulge pressing into my mound and rubbing up and down as she rotated her hips. Her tongue was again exploring my welcoming mouth in every nook and cranny as she kneaded my bare gluteus muscles.
“Come on Ash before I take you right here by the stairs. I want you so bad that I can’t wait.”
Sam took me by the hand and almost dragged me up the stairs in her haste. When we reached the landing she unlocked the door and led me into a living room dimly lit by a couple of table lamps that sat on the floor. There was what looked like a used sofa and coffee table haphazardly placed to the side as well as a nice looking recliner facing a flat screen TV on the wall. A hallway was opposite the entrance and the kitchen was off to the right hand side.
“Wait here, I’ll be right back” she said and after a quick kiss she headed down the hallway.
I wandered over to an open window and saw it looked out over the alley. As I looked out Sam returned and beckoned me forward and I ran to her. She guided me thru the door on the left side of the hall and closed it behind us. We were in a small rectangular room lit by a bare bulb in a ceiling fixture. The only furniture was a bed that took up the majority of the room and a dresser with a TV and a DVD player on it. The bed looked to be full sized and actually had a brass tubing headboard with the mattress only having a bottom sheet and one pillow on it. There were no windows in the room.
There was only a moment to take the room in before Sam wrapped her arms around me and lifted me bodily into an embrace. My feet dangled in the air as she nibbled on my neck driving me crazy. Somehow one of her hands unzipped my skirt and pulled it past my round ass as her other arm held me suspended in midair against her. Sam moved forward a step then dropped me gently on my back onto the bed. Grinning lustily she straddled my body as she got on the bed.
Her pelvis rubbed against mine as we started kissing again and her hands pulled my shirt up from the hem and managed to work it past my full, round breasts. She then broke the kiss so she could remove my top and was rewarded by seeing that my bra unclasped in the front. With a triumphant cry Sam unfastened it freeing my breasts. Immediately each of her hands seized my flesh, closing her fingers on the tender mounds.
She leaned in and flicked my nipple with her wet tongue sending a charge to straight between my legs and she then turned her head so that she could flick the other as well. Back and forth she alternated between my nipples until suddenly she clamped her mouth over my left breast taking as much into her mouth as could fit. A lot didn’t make it in her mouth as I am quite buxom but it still felt awesome to me as she sucked on my breast. Meanwhile her left hand was tweaking the now hard nipple of my right breast and Sam also managed to move her knee between my thighs and press it up against the wet spot on my thong.
My juices were flowing like crazy as my breathing became more rapid in response to Sam’s efforts. Her mouth then switched to my right breast and nipple as her knee continued rubbing my excited pussy through the thin material of the thong. I tried to push her head down to where I really wanted it to be but Sam easily resisted my feeble attempt at taking control and instead she removed her mouth from me and rolled me onto my stomach. She again positioned her knee against my mound and then she started to kiss my back and shoulders while her hand reached down and it ran along the soft skin of my thigh.
“What are you doing to me Sam? You are so driving me crazy, I don’t know how long I can take this.”
“Well you’ll have to deal with it Ash because I plan on teasing you some more until you’re about to explode.”
“That’s not fair and I won’t cooperate any more” I answered her at which point I started to struggle.
Catching her off guard I managed to roll somewhat to my side which caused Sam to lose her balance a little and fall sideways to the bed. I had no time to savor this triumph however as Sam swiftly moved to a kneeling position and pulled me so I was flat on my back before she straddled my upper body and pinned my shoulders with her knees. She then pulled her shirt over her head revealing her torso and the fact that she didn’t wear a bra.
Honestly she didn’t need one as her breasts were small, just two bumps of flesh with small reddish nipples and areolas. Her chest muscles were actually more impressive in size than her breasts and unsurprisingly for an athlete Sam had a well developed six pack. Her hand reached back and slipped my thong to the side so it could make contact with the wet pink flesh of my pussy. I had been struggling impotently against her mass but as soon as she touched my bare flesh there I surrendered totally to her.
My body lay motionless as her fingers slid along the opening to my pinkness and when a questing digit slipped inside I cried out before biting my lip. Her thumb grazing my clit was enough to send my body into a paroxysm of pleasure. My body writhed from the delirious ecstasy that Sam had delivered to my core. When I opened my eyes a minute later I realized she was now standing next to the bed and frantically removing her track pants and the male boxers she had underneath.
Jutting between her legs was an imitation membrum vitale or in other terms an artificial phallus or dildo. It protruded from a leather harness that she wore low across her hips, lower than I had ever seen in the porn I’d watched on the internet. I also noticed it was covered by a condom which Sam was now unrolling from it and removing. The dildo seemed of a decent size around seven inches long I guess but there wasn’t much time to observe it as once the condom was off Sam had climbed back on the bed positioning herself again between my eager thighs.
She managed to grab both my hands and bring them over my head where she held my small hands secure with one of her larger ones. Her other hand guided her “cock” to my pink opening and rubbed the head back and forth against my wet folds until I wanted to scream. Sam did this until I literally begged for relief.
“Come on you wonderful bitch, stop tormenting me and fuck me. Put it in me and pound me til I can’t move.”
My plea had the desired effect as Sam pushed it deep inside me in one thrust forcing a moan of pleasure from my lips. Slowly it sank deeper as I opened up to the welcome intrusion. When she reached bottom Sam started to kiss me hard and she also drew back her hips before plunging forward harder. As she pounded me I actually bit her bottom lip from desire until she managed to pull her mouth back. A drop of blood fell from it which I managed to eagerly catch on my tongue and swallow.
“Crazy vampire bitch” Sam said to me.
“Only for you, you’re making me so crazy I‘ll drink your blood” I answered her truthfully.
As Sam’s fit body increased the rhythm of her fucking my tanned legs wrapped around her waist with the heels of my feet resting on her firm ass. It raised and lowered as it repeatedly sank into my soft and welcoming body, the rubber phallus penetrating to the pink, wet depths of my being. Sam had her eyes closed as she worked it in and out of me and her face reflected the pleasure she was experiencing but I wanted more.
I began to try and pull my hands free even though I knew my pitiful arm strength was no match for the power in the athletic body above me. In fact I didn’t even try as hard as I could just in case somehow I succeeded in freeing my hands. For the first time in my life I was being dominated and I was loving it. My struggles had the desired effect of causing Sam’s eyes to open so I could again stare into their beautiful depths as she asserted her control over me.
Her grip tightened on my hands and her other hand managed to reach and twist my nipple hard but not painfully. Her brown eyes gazed into mine and I felt myself melt inside as she continued riding me hard. There was lust and need in them and something more but what that was scared me if I read it right. But I could worry about that later as I saw the pleasure growing in her expression. Sam was getting close I could tell and I wished her to race to the finish line.
“Oh don’t stop baby keep going. You feel so good in me and I know you like it. Make me your bitch baby, your slutty little bitch. Oh pound me until you cum Sam. Yes that’s it, fuck me hard.”
My words seemed to spur her on further as her hips became a blur and her smooth skin was bathed in perspiration from her efforts. After a few more fast thrusts I felt her tremble and her body collapsed onto mine. Her hand released mine as she sank into me, her face next to mine. One of my hands moved to her head where it stroked her hair and the other ran along her back.
“Ashley that was so incredible. You really are great you know.”
“I know, I’m incredible and also modest – a rare combination.”
Sam kissed my nose and she also pulled out of me eliciting a groan of disapproval from me. Without her there I suddenly felt very empty. Sam grabbed the one pillow and worked it under my butt before bringing her face close to my pinkness.
“I’m sorry that I did that Ash, I mean not tasting you yet but I do plan on rectifying that now.”
She swiftly put her words into action as her agile tongue extended from her lips and ran from the bottom of my puffy lips up to my clit which she speared.
“Not that I’m trying to stop you Sam or anything but there’s no need to apologize. Somehow I brought you pleasure with what we did and I loved it too. My body is for however you want to use it. Lick it, fuck it, spank it, whatever you want.”
Sam stopped licking me and looked up and our eyes met again.
“Ashley I plan on doing everything to you and with you. You have the sexiest body I’ve ever seen packed on that petite frame of yours and you’re also so beautiful.”
My face blushed from her praise, even through my tan when she complimented me like that.
“Oh I’m just a girl, nothing special about me.”
“You can’t mean that and I can tell you that I think you’re very special. As far as my pleasure it pays to have the right harness for your body. The way I have it positioned every time I thrust between your golden thighs the base gives my clit a little jolt until I cum. It’s the best of both worlds that way as we both can cum from me doing you.”
“That is sooo cool” I told her but she had already resumed licking my swollen lower lips. Her tongue alternated tracing my lips with lapping at my gooey insides with an occasional flick on my clit until I wanted to climb the walls. My hands were gripping the sheet so hard that my knuckles turned white when Sam upped the ante by sliding two long fingers inside me and sucking my clit between her lips. My body went into a series of spasms as I came hard.
After I recovered sufficiently Sam rolled me on my side by the edge of the bed and positioned her body. First she put a foot on the floor and her other leg she bent with her knee on the mattress and pushed her “cock” to my wet opening. My bottom leg she pushed up towards my chest and she held my upper leg against her chest and as soon as our bodies were to her liking she drove deep into me again making me cry out with pleasure. Her free hand reached down and found my hard clit and she rubbed it gently in a circular motion as she continued sliding the full length of the dildo back and forth in me.
Her body was like a machine as she worked in and out with no sign of tiring or strain for a long time. I’d already had two more orgasms and she showed no indication of tiring or stopping as she continued her thrusting. While her one hand continued playing with me her other hand stroked my cheek before forcing two fingers in my mouth.
“Suck them Ashley” she commanded me to which I eagerly complied, running my tongue along them as I sucked.
Sam began fucking hard now, my body moving forward a little with each powerful thrust. I was so wet that I could hear a sloshing sound as she worked my pussy over and when she pulled her fingers from my mouth and squeezed my nipple I was catapulted to my strongest climax of the night. For a full minute I shook and trembled as my nerves went into a frenzy of unbridled pleasure.
While I recovered Sam had withdrawn and she actually unbuckled and removed the harness holding the dildo coated with my internal juices. For the first time I observed Sam’s pussy and it was sweet. She was completely shaven down there and her lips were reddish pink and slightly protruded from her pelvis. I received a closer look as she rolled me onto my back again and straddled my head.
“Ashley I rarely do this but with you I want to. I’m asking you to lick and suck on my clit until I cum. Don’t lick my lips, just my clit. Okay.”
My head nodded eagerly in answer to her request. I felt so honored by her request that she wanted me to service her and didn’t need to be asked twice. Tilting my head up I flicked my little, pink tongue across her clit making Sam jump. In a counterclockwise direction I began to lash her large, engorged clit with all the energy I had remaining at the end of this exhausting day and she must have already been close as within a minute her hands pulled my hair hard as she ground into my face. Not letting that slow me I continued to lick her until with a gasp she lifted her pussy out of my mouth’s reach.
“That was awesome Ashley, you have a very skilled tongue. Thank you for that.”
My face beamed with joy on hearing those words from Sam and my happiness was complete when she moved so she could kiss my hungry mouth. Sam lay on the bed and pulled me to her and I eagerly snuggled up to her with my head resting on her chest. Yawning loudly I closed my eyes and slipped into deep slumber and I dreamed of Sam that night.
When I woke the next morning I attempted to stretch when I realized Sam’s head was between my legs and she was lapping away at me. My legs parted wider allowing her total access to my charms. She was very talented and had figured what buttons to push so to speak and I welcomed the morning by calling out her name in ecstasy. As soon as I climaxed Sam got to her feet and I saw she was already dressed.
“Where are you going? Come back to bed and keep me company” I told her saucily.
“I can’t though I’d love to Ash. I’m going to be late for work already but at least I wanted to make my girl cum before I left.”
My face softened when I heard that she called me her girl as well as making herself late to pleasure me.
“Well then at least kiss me good bye” I answered.
“Love to” she said as she swooped in and our lips met. The taste of my juice was on her mouth as we kissed but far too quickly she broke the kiss and headed for the door.
“I’ll call you later Ash. Don’t lie about all day now.”
“No I need to pee and maybe sleep a little longer before I go home” I told her.
Putting on my tank top I slipped into the hall and went to the bathroom at the end and shut the door. After taking care of business I washed up and headed toward the room when the opposite door opened and I saw Sam’s friend for the first time. While Sam was very butch in her way her friend was the picture of a stereotypical bull dyke. She was very large and though she had muscle she had more fat. Her dark hair was in a buzz cut and she was wearing a wife beater and boxers. And her eyes were focused on me running up and down the length of my body making me wish I had put on my panties as my shirt only went down so far.
“Morning I’m Ashley, Sam’s friend” I said trying to be friendly as well as trying to avoid an awkward moment.
“Yeah I know” she answered as her eyes didn’t move from staring at my exposed pussy.
As I headed into the room I couldn’t resist turning to her and saying “You should take a picture, it lasts longer.”
Right after I closed the door I felt bad about what I’d said. Here I was in her apartment after she let Sam and I use it for our fun and I was a smartass. Hell if my Mom had some hot half naked guy at home and I saw him I’d probably ogle him. I resolved to apologize to her or make it up in another way but for now I just needed a little more sleep and then I’d get going for the day.
THE END But stay tuned for a bonus story that I like to call
Kayla and Carly Get Their Groove On (a free extra story brought to you for nada. Can’t beat that!)
Kayla and Carly headed out of the 7-11 parking lot with their mouths running a mile a minute.
“Oh my God Carly, that ride was so cool! When I’m old enough I’m going to get a motorcycle, you just watch! But can we go to my house before the party.”
“What’s the problem now Kayla? Your house is in the opposite direction of the party, I swear sometimes you’re impossible.”
“Well what happened was” Kayla said lowering her high pitched voice “as I’m riding on the bike I couldn’t help but getting real wet you know down there. That thing is like a giant sex toy.”
Carly couldn’t help laughing on hearing what her friend had said. Of course she’d heard stories of riding a motorcycle equaling foreplay for some women but Kayla had proven it was true.
“So you got a little wet, big deal. It’ll dry before you know it.”
Carly saw Kayla shake her head vehemently to that.
“Not a little wet. I tell you I’m soaked and I have a big wet spot on my jeans. My panties are a little flimsy and they didn’t absorb much. And the way she uses that bike I swear she was doing it deliberately. She was trying to make me cum and she sure got her wish. I came three times.”
“Wow you are easy ain’t you? A guy won’t need to take you out, just give you a ride and you’ll be jumping his bones” Carly said with a laugh.
“It’s not funny, I have to be careful. If a guy with a bike asks me out if I don’t really like him I’ll turn him down I think. If she had pulled into a motel I think she could have nailed me I’m so excited.”
“Kayla with a lesbian, wow stop the presses.”
“I know, I know but damn that ride was fun. So if you don’t want to go all the way to my house why don’t we stop at yours? It is on the way and at least I can wear a skirt of yours since your jeans won’t fit me. Plus maybe a pair of panties, please.”
“Fine anything to save time Kayla but I’m only giving you old clothes if you’re going to get them all wet and stuff.”
“Whatever, you can be such a baby sometimes.”
Carly suppressed a chuckle as she was only teasing her friend but she wondered what of hers would fit the taller girl. Kayla was tall and slim with really long legs and small round breasts that were high on her chest. Her long blonde hair and green eyes completed the pretty picture and none could deny how attractive Kayla looked but her body type was much different than her friends.
Carly was much shorter, even smaller than Ashley was and though her ass was round and full as befitting a girl whose mother was Hispanic she was tiny on top with her breasts barely more than large nipples and areolas. She had flashing black eyes and brown hair which she kept cut just above her slim shoulders.
Whereas Kayla was wearing her now wet designer jeans with an expensive black silky blouse Carly dressed more down to earth with a short denim skirt and a graphic tee depicting a kitten and she wore a pair of tennis shoes. Her style was so not Kayla’s but she felt confident she could find her something.
They had turned down Oak Street and were approaching the block Carly lived on when a voice called out to Carly. The girls turned and noticed that the house they were passing had its attached garage door open and a man stood there with his hand in the air as if was waving to them.
“Oh that’s Mr. Liebowitz my neighbor. Sometimes I babysit for his little boy. Let me just say hello to him real fast” Carly told her friend.
“Well who’s taking time now” the taller girl replied but she followed her friend toward the garage as she’d noticed the late model Lexus parked in the garage.
“Hi Mr. Liebowitz, how are you?” Carly said with a big smile.
“Very well I suppose Carly. And who is your friend?”
“My name is Kayla and I’m pleased to meet you” the girl said as she admired the car.
“Well nice to meet you” he said in reply as he shook the girl’s hand. Turning to Carly he asked “So what are you young ladies doing this fine summer night?”
“We’re going to a party but we just have to stop at my house first. How is little Jacob? I haven’t sat for him for awhile now. And how’s your wife as well?”
“Jacob and Leah are fine. Thank you for asking, you have always been such a polite girl. Unfortunately for me my family is visiting Leah’s parents in New York for two weeks leaving me here alone. I wanted to go but there has been so much work and my partner is away in Europe on vacation.”
“That’s too bad Mr. Liebowitz.” Turning to her friend Carly said “Mr. Liebowitz is partners in a law firm. His office is right on Main Street.”
“That’s nice” Kayla answered as she studied the man. She had never been attracted to a lawyer before but he wasn’t bad looking she thought to herself. He had dark slicked back hair and dark eyes and though his nose was a little prominent it wasn’t that large. Mr. Liebowitz was wearing dark pressed slacks and a white button down tailored shirt with no necktie. Instead the top two buttons were undone and there was a glint from a gold chain peeking through. He was also wearing tasseled black loafers with no socks and he seemed to be very tan.
“Oh I envy you young ladies, footloose and fancy free. Off from school and living it up every night.”
“I don’t know about living it up Mr. Liebowitz, but at least for a little while you are free so to speak.”
“Please call me Jon as we’re all equals here Carly. I am free as you say, but to what purpose. Can I make a confession to you if you don’t mind?”
“I guess so Mr. L, I mean Jon” Carly answered with a little trepidation over calling him by his first name.
“The reason I was in my garage was because I was wrestling with myself whether I should get in my car to go do something I might regret. It was when I saw you young ladies that I reconsidered what I was about to do.”
“Gee what were you going to do Jon?” Kayla asked as she jumped into the conversation. She was much more forward and outgoing than her shorter friend and never thought of the consequences before speaking.
Jon looked at both girls with an anguished expression and then shook his head slowly before replying.
“Here I was, a married man and a pillar of the community, and earlier tonight I had called an escort agency in the phone book and arranged a “date” for tonight. I was just trying to get my nerve up to go when I saw you.”
“An escort Mr. Liebowitz? I’m shocked” Carly said and her expression reflected that.
“I know, I know. The problem is I have a very strong libido and with my wife gone for five days already I’m climbing the walls. If I don’t get relief soon I’ll go crazy.”
“Its none of my business but couldn’t you, you know masturbate yourself for some relief” Carly said mortified that she found herself involved in this conversation in the first place.
“I wish it was that easy. Of course I have masturbated this week, in fact I have to masturbate even when my wife is around because my sex drive is much stronger than hers. But at the end of the day I have contact with a real live woman which is enough to keep me from going off the rails though I wish Leah was more … accommodating to my desires. But now I’m out of my mind with lust.”
While he delivered his impassioned speech Kayla found herself becoming excited again. She had earlier been greatly stimulated by the motorcycle ride but as satisfying as it was she hadn’t received the feeling of being filled by a man that she so loved. A crazy idea came to her and she acted before she had time to really think it through.
“Jon I hope you don’t mind me asking you this as we’ve just met, but what were you going to pay this escort? I’m just curious” she concluded trying to sound blasé and disinterested.
His eyes met hers and she saw a knowing glint in their depths.
“Two hundred and fifty dollars” he stated plainly.
After saying this Jon removed his wallet and removed a number of crisp $50 bills and placed them on the hood of the car with a smirk on his face.
“Mr. Liebowitz, you surely can’t be serious….” Carly began when she saw how Kayla was looking at the money before she turned her gaze to Mr. Liebowitz and moved her eyes to his groin after which she licked her lips at what she saw.
Carly couldn’t help herself as she followed Kayla’s lead and she gasped at what was revealed. There was a very prominent bulge located in his trousers which he reached down and squeezed. Before Carly could think of what to do he hit a button located on a remote control attached to his visor and the garage door slid down its rails as it closed.
“Would you girls like to come in the house with me?” he said with a leer as he palmed the stack of bills.
“I’d love to” Kayla answered with a lustful grin and Mr. Liebowitz took her by her elbow and guided her to the door that led inside the house.
Not knowing what else to do Carly trailed behind them as they first passed through a laundry room before entering a basement family room. There was a white couch flanked by two chairs and all faced a large home entertainment center on the far wall with a coffee table in front of the couch. He led Kayla to the couch and they sat down.
“Before proceeding I have to ask you this – you are how old precisely Kayla?”
“Sixteen and in Connecticut that’s how old we have to be to roll. Since you’re a lawyer I’m sure you knew that. Here’s my student I.D. just in case” Kayla said producing a laminated card and putting it on the table.
Mr. Liebowitz examined it and placed it on the table along with five fifties while holding onto the rest of his money. He turned a jaundiced eye to Carly who had remained further back and licked his lips obscenely.
“Carly if you’re interested in joining your friend you can make some good money as well.”
“I don’t know Mr. Liebowitz, I’m not that kind of girl really.”
Kayla got to her feet and approached her friend and talked to her in a low voice.
“If you don’t want to I understand totally, it’s just I’m so horny to begin with I figure that I’d end up sleeping with some guy from the party anyway. This way I can actually make money doing it and Jon is a mature man and no doubt he knows more than some young guy about pleasing a woman.”
“I understand but he’s married Kayla.”
“Yeah but he was going to call an escort anyway so saying no won’t really change anything except someone else getting the money.”
“That’s true but what if my family was to find out.”
“He’s married and has more to lose than us so you know he won’t say anything Carly. Maybe you can only blow him and not go all the way. At least don’t leave me alone in the room because I admit I’m a little nervous about this.”
“Okay I’ll at least stay here but I’m not promising any more.”
When Kayla turned back to Jon she saw he hadn’t been idle but had removed most of his clothes and was just wearing a black bikini brief and his loafers. His chest was hairy and tanned and he stood waiting as she approached. He took her hand and placed it on his bulging crotch at which point Kayla squeezed it making him groan.
“Carly is shy Jon but I’m not as you can see.” After saying that she pulled his briefs down freeing his thick erection. She gasped when she saw it because though it was of average length it was the thickest cock she’d ever seen. He smiled at her reaction and again looked toward Carly.
“Since you don’t wish to join us Carly you can go in the other room if you want or you can earn $100 dollars by sitting on the coffee table and watching us. No touching just watching – it would really turn me on.”
Since she was already going to wait for Kayla it made sense to earn the money by watching Carly rationalized to herself. She nodded her head at him and sat on the coffee table which placed her within two feet of them.
“Kayla why don’t you undress before you start by sucking my hard cock.”
“Okay” was all she said before pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it before unhooking and removing her brassiere as well. Jon gasped as she undid her jeans and worked them as well as her wet panties down her long legs. She had a very cute little ass and Kayla had only a few wisps of blond hair guarding her mound. Once she was nude she stood in front of Jon who was turned sideways in regard to Carly and the coffee table. Slowly she sank to her knees in front of the older man. He grasped his cock by the base and thrust it forward against Kayla’s lips. She saw that the large, bulbous head was red and shiny from the pre-cum that oozed from the hole. He had a pair of large heavy ball beneath it and Jon’s pubic region was shaved clean.
“Suck it” he demanded and Kayla opened her mouth and took the head in. Jon thrust forward almost making her gag as his tip reached the entrance to her throat and he placed a hand behind her head so it couldn’t move backwards. He began to thrust rapid fire into her wet mouth as fast as he could and her saliva seeped out as he face fucked Kayla hard. The whole time he did it he stared right into Carly’s big, black eyes.
Kayla gasped as she did her best to accommodate his prick and she even managed to work her tongue along his sensitive underside as he used her. Carly couldn’t take her eyes from the scene in front of her as her friend serviced the lawyer. After he held her head immobile and forced the full length in her mouth and waited twenty seconds Kayla gasped as she managed to pull off him. Smiling he got on the couch and stretched out on his back.
“Kayla I want you to sit on my face so that I can eat your tasty teen pussy.”
That was something that sounded good to her so she climbed to her feet and positioned herself over him with one knee on the couch by his head. His left hand reached out and pulled her hip down so her treat pressed to his lips. His honeyed tongue flicked and tasted her sopping lips as it greedily tasted her essence. As Carly watched his right hand began to slowly stroke his thickness as he continued his feast. It was obviously having an effect on Kayla who was writhing her hips lasciviously on his face as her fingers ran through his dark hair.
Unable to control herself as if she was somehow hypnotized Carly rose to her feet and undressed then moved to where she was standing by Jon’s groin. Bending down she parted her lips and took him as deep as she could handle. His hips arched up and his hand grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down at the same time. Carly’s eyes watered but she wouldn’t stop. She bobbed her head up and down swallowing then releasing his erection.
In spite of Carly’s attention to him he didn’t let up on the tongue lashing he was giving Kayla and presently she arched her back and cried out as his mouth brought her a taste of paradise. Feeling the pressure starting to build in his balls Jon reluctantly pulled Carly from him at which point she gasped for breath.
“Get up girls” he instructed them and when they both stood by the couch he gave them further instructions.
“I want you to both get on your knees and lean your bodies on the couch.”
When they complied Jon gasped at the sight of the two girls’ asses up in the air and the contrast of Kayla’s smaller paler ass in comparison to Carly’s larger rounder ass and how both the girls’ pretty pussies peeked from between their legs. He knelt down on the floor between them and smacked both their asses lightly before slipping a finger in each of their pussies.
“Before going any further let me ask you girls something. Are either of you on birth control?”
“I am” Kayla chirped in her high voice.
“I’m not” Carly truthfully admitted to him.
“Sorry kid” he said as he drove balls deep into Kayla’s pink pussy, sliding between her swollen lips until his heavy balls slapped against the teen‘s clit.
“Can’t take any chances with a pregnancy you know, wouldn’t be good for business or my marriage. Maybe some other time.”
Jon slowly started to slide in and out of Kayla’s treasure, being careful to stay in control. The fact was he had used every trick he knew to avoid cumming with the two girls already and if he hadn’t banged his secretary Sheila earlier in the day he never would have lasted as long as he had. He jammed a second finger into his sometime babysitter and finger fucked her roughly as he continued schtupping Kayla.
Even with his precautions he didn’t think he would last long and he knew if he had been inside Carly he’d have already lost it. Jon had always had a thing for her since she first babysat his son even when she had been only fifteen. On more than one occasion while he had thrust into his unresponsive wife he had imagined it was Carly instead and he always had unbelievable orgasms when he pictured her flashing eyes and juicy young ass.
His fingers smashed against Carly as they thrust in her and his thumb grazed her puckered brown hole making her shudder. He paused in his thrusting as an idea occurred to him which if he could pull off would satisfy two of his greatest fantasies at once. He slid out of Kayla and leaned down and put his mouth to Carly’s ear.
“I have an idea Carly, just listen to me and nod. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you and I want to fuck you so bad. If you let me do what I want you just have to name your price.”
While he said this he continued working his fingers in her wet tunnel but he pressed the tip of his thumb against her back entrance and forced it in. Carly gasped from the unexpected intrusion as he worked his digit deeper.
“Please let me fuck that sweet virgin ass of yours Carly. Money is no object to me. Will you let me?”
Carly nodded her head yes although she couldn’t explain why she agreed. Before this she never had any desire to let anyone go that route but she wanted him in her badly and that was the only way he could penetrate her tonight so she went with it.
“How much?” Jon asked, his voice hoarse with desire.
“Nothing extra Mr. L, I mean Jon” she whispered “since you can’t do it normally.”
The girl was naïve he realized but a deal is a deal. He would have gladly paid her a lot more to be the first to stretch out her ass but he loved a bargain. He helped Carly onto the couch on her back where she lifted her legs in the air before once again plunging into Kayla and working in her for a minute to coat his cock with her lubricating juices. He wet his fingers in his mouth and forced two fingers into Carly’s tight asshole making her grimace.
He worked them back and forth loosening her hole somewhat until he couldn’t wait any longer. Pulling out of Kayla he shifted slightly so his cock lined up with Carly. Removing his fingers Jon grabbed her cheeks and spread them as wide as he could as he pushed the head of his cock to her now slightly distended ring and pushed forward. She gasped in pain as his head forced its way into her tight back channel. He paused as Carly adjusted to the intrusion and brought one of his hands to her clit and began to stroke it gently.
As she reacted positively to his manipulation he slowly worked his thick member deeper. He would pause after working another inch or so into her hole while continuing to manually stimulate her. Carly was caught betwixt the pleasure and pain and somehow they merged into one as Jon forced his last couple of inches into her. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as he suddenly pulled almost all the way out before slamming all the way back in.
Jon realized he’d be lucky to last a minute so he moved his hand faster on her clit while now fucking her as hard as was able. When he saw her close her eyes he pinched her clit hard making Carly scream from the mixed pleasure and pain and buried himself all the way in her. Her body tensed from her orgasm and her ass squeezed his thickness hard. His cock swelled before releasing spurt after spurt of thick white cum into the depths of her bowels. Jon’s head sank to Carly’s chest and he sucked a nipple as his cock finished discharging into the object of his desire.
“Wow that was intense” Carly said recovering first.
Kayla had watched him sodomize her friend and had played with her own clit as he did with Carly’s and had climaxed along with the two of them.
“Well that wasn’t fair, because she’s not on the pill she gets rewarded with getting her butt fucked. I demand equal treatment” Kayla said with a wanton expression on her pretty face.
Jon managed to raise his head from the teen hottie’s chest as he looked at her friend with a surprised look.
“I think we should retire to the bedroom if we’re going to continue this girls” he replied.
“That’s a good idea” Carly said “just let me return a text to Ashley first and we can go.”
Jon smiled like the cat that ate the canary or more accurately the lawyer who ate and fucked teen girls.
THE END
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