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CONFESSIONS

Chapter One Synopsis – We read the confessions of twenty year old Bill and his sister, fourteen year old Irene. Irene has a crush on her brother and she is an easy mark after Bill’s cock-tease girlfriend leaves him with aching balls.  Knowing it was wrong he nonetheless makes a move on his kid sister and with his fingers brings her to a climax.  Irene relieves his frustration with a very satisfying hand-job. 

Chapter One

Sibling Togetherness

Bill’s Story – Part 1

I have a tendency to let the part of me between my legs do my thinking and that was the case twenty years ago.  It’s bad enough that Irene was barely fourteen years old at the time but also she’s my sister.  No wonder the events still haunt me.

I was twenty years old at the time and I had a ‘steady’ girlfriend, Cindy, who was just seventeen.  We had a stormy relationship but for me the high point of each week was Friday.  On Fridays my parents went to the Pub and Cindy and I had the house to ourselves.  Well, not exactly to ourselves because my kid-sister was always there.  But she was a TV addict and we could count on her ignoring us while she watched the mindless drivel on the television.

I said that Cindy and I had a stormy relationship.  That was not because she wouldn’t put out.  It was because she sometimes would spread her legs in an instant yet at other times she would push me away because she ‘wasn’t that kind of girl’.  And this was one of those nights.

After I took Cindy home I returned to find my sister still ensconced on the wide sofa in front of the TV.  I was in pain.  Cindy hadn’t given me any relief but she’d done everything but.  My balls felt like balloons, hot, tender balloons, and I went at once to get my pants off and put on loose fitting sweatpants so my sensitive cojones had room to hang.

Irene wasn’t a beauty and, unlike Cindy, she was quite flat chested.  I’m sure I didn’t have any incestuous thoughts as I sat there beside her but I had an overpowering desire to touch her thighs.  She was wearing a short nightgown and her full, firm thighs were clearly visible.  And when I put my hand on her leg she didn’t object and just looked at me with a shy smile.

For several minutes I sat with my hand on her thigh about halfway between her knee and her hips.  Her flesh was warm and silky and springy and I lost sight of the fact that she was my sister and only fourteen years old.  I began to caress her leg slowly and gently.

Irene moved a bit closer to me and with virtually no pressure from my stroking hand her legs parted.  Primed as I was from my frustrating evening with Cindy my penis began to swell even though I still had no designs on my kid sister.  Did she play with herself?  Did she know the pleasure she could get from masturbating?  My thoughts moved in the same direction as my hand as I stroked higher and higher, slipping up under her short nightgown to that forbidden place.

I might still have resisted my increasingly lewd urges if she had worn panties.  But she didn’t.  My fingers traced the fullness of her upper thighs and then I suddenly felt the fur.  My fourteen-year-old sister was more grown up than I’d realized and her teenaged pussy was covered with a thick mat of curly pubic hair.  My fingers pushed into the forest to feel the wet, pulpy softness of a fat, thoroughly aroused cunt.  She gave a soft moan and pushed her pelvis out and up against my hand.

And then I was suddenly aware that my kid sister’s hand was worming its way under the waistband of my sweatpants.

“No Sis.  Don’t,” I choked out although ‘do’ was what I really wanted to say.  She didn’t say anything but she also ignored me.  Her fingers sought my throbbing tool and I managed with my free hand to push my sweats down and free my cock to her fumbling ministrations.

My hand was busy in the hirsute nest between Irene’s widespread thighs.  My middle finger stroked the soft, oily slit and found the hard, little bump that was her clitoris.  No sooner had I rubbed her little cum-trigger than she began humping against my hand and with her free hand she pulled my fingers harder against her pussy.  She whimpered and panted and gasped and I had no doubt that my kid sister was having a very adult orgasm.

It felt like my cock was being squeezed in a circular vise as Irene squirmed and wriggled through her climax, her action hand pumping instinctively on my throbbing tool.  I think that the only reason I didn’t cum then was that she was squeezing me so tight that nothing could get out.

I don’t know if it was minutes or just a few seconds before Irene came down from her orgasm but I became aware that she was no longer humping my hand and her own had had relaxed its stranglehold on my cock.  Her face was flushed; her eyes bright as she smiled at me and slowly pumped my pulsing prick.

I arched my hips and fucked my kid sister’s hand as I felt the explosion begin.  Irene was alternating her glances between my face and my cock and then as I groaned she uttered a sharp, little cry of surprise.  A surprisingly long stream of gism erupted from the purple tip of my tool and arced out and down on her naked thighs.  A second shorter jet came out and then the remaining juices dribbled out to trickle down over her hand.

Irene got some tissues and cleaned up the mess but neither of us spoke.  It wasn’t incest, I told myself.  We hadn’t had intercourse.  But I couldn’t help feeling sad and guilty that I’d taken advantage of my fourteen-year-old sister’s innocence and naïveté.  I felt bad then but if I’d known how low I could sink I might have just moved away. 

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Irene’s Story – Part 1

As long as I could remember I had admired and respected my brother Bill.  He was six years older than I so he was more like an uncle than a brother.  He was very handsome and I was always feeling jealous of his girlfriends.  And when he began bringing them home on Friday nights my jealousy knew no bounds for I saw what he did with them.

When I was twelve years old I began to get ideas.  I’d passed into puberty when I was eleven and I had mixed feelings about the hair that grew between my legs.  On the one hand it made me feel grownup but on the other hand I wasn’t sure if Bill would like it.  The two of his girlfriends I’d seen had very little hair there and I wondered if they shaved.

Anyway, by the time I was fourteen I had benefited from live sex shows with Bill and his girlfriends as the stars.  I used to watch them…Bill’s room where he took them was next to mine and in my closet there was a peephole.  I’d stand there and play with myself while Bill and the girl did all sorts of things.

Cindy was a bitch.  She tormented Bill and I really felt sorry for him.  Sometimes she would let him make love to her but not very often.  Once or twice I’d seen her give him a handjob and once she’d started a blowjob and I could see that he really loved.  They didn’t have a condom that night and Cindy said she wouldn’t let him cum in her mouth without a condom.  At least she wasn’t a total slut, I’d thought as she finished him with her hand.

The night things first came to a head between us (an inapt phrase since there was no head involved) I had watched Cindy teased Bill beyond reason.  She had big tits, like, huge, and she let him play with them but nothing more.  She kept rubbing against his erection but whenever he tried to get further she’d push him away.  Finally she said, “You just want me for that.  Take me home!”

She was probably correct and he likely just wanted her to screw but that was still no excuse for her to torture him like she did.  I got out of my room and down to the TV before they left the house.  When Bill got back I was sitting there with a short nightie on and no panties.  It wasn’t fair that he should be treated the way Cindy treated him and it wasn’t fair that she should get to have him when I, who truly loved him, could only watch.

Bill went to his room without saying anything and I wondered if he was going to jerk off like he did some nights after Cindy held out on him.  I’d wait a bit and if he didn’t come down then I’d go up.  I’m not sure what I’d have done but anyway he came down and sat beside me on the sofa.

I don’t remember what was on TV and for sure the TV program wasn’t on my mind.  I was trying to figure out how I could get him to do something when he put his hand on my leg.  My bare leg.  I just sort of snuggled up to him while he rubbed me.  His hand was cool and gentle and as he stroked me I opened my legs, hoping he’d go higher.

It seemed to take forever but finally my nightie was up around my waist and Bill’s hand was on me, feeling me, fingering me.  I’d never felt anything as good or exciting as his gentle touch.  I wanted to cry out, ‘fuck me, Bill.  Fuck your kid sister like she wants you to’, but I didn’t want to scare him off.

And then things were too urgent for me to ask him to fuck me.  His fingers were doing wonderful things to my pussy and I could see the outline of his cock under his sweatpants.  I was making him hard, just like Cindy did.  But I wasn’t going to leave him hanging as she had.  I slipped my hand under the waist of his sweats and down to his cock.

It was wonderful.  It was hard and smooth and hot enough to burn.  I don’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t made me cum but suddenly my whole lower region was afire, an incredible, throbbing pressure washing over me.  I was cumming and it was beyond my wildest imagination.  Never had my own fingers made me feel that way.

I became aware that I sounded like a steam engine, puffing and panting and also I wondered if I was hurting him I was holding his cock so tightly.  His sweats were down now and I had full freedom to play with his marvelous tool.  I knew enough to know that he was ready to cum so I pumped him slowly and smoothly.  It was good that he’d made me cum first so I could think only of his pleasure.

I know I cried out when he went off.  I’d sort of seen it when he masturbated but never like this.  God!  No wonder Cindy wouldn’t let him go in her mouth.  The way his jism shot out it would have busted the condom.  And it was so hot.  I liked the greasy feel as his stuff dribbled over my fingers and I’d have liked to keep on playing with him. But it was late and we certainly didn’t want our parents to find us like this.

I thought a lot about what we’d done.  I knew that brothers and sisters weren’t supposed to have sex together but I saw no reason why we couldn’t do what we’d just done.  And maybe more.  I could tell though that Bill was feeling pretty uneasy about it so I kept quiet.

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CONFESSIONS

Chapter Two Synopsis – We read the further confessions of twenty year old Bill and his sister, fourteen year old Irene. Alone together with her, Bill drinks too much beer and awakens to find Irene looking at his skin mags.  One thing leads to another and he eats her to orgasm and then she sucks him.  Losing control, Bill holds Irene’s head down while he ejaculates into her mouth and she has to swallow his cum.  

Chapter Two

          Kissing Kin

Bill’s Story – Part 2

I guess I probably thought too much and too often about what I had done with my sister.  I was truly distraught and sorry and consumed by guilt.  She was only fourteen years old, still a child.  How could I have done such a thing…or allowed her to do what she did?

Despite, or maybe because of my thoughts I found that my dreams were of Irene.  Not good dreams.  She was my little sister and she always wanted to see and hold my penis.  In my dreams, that is.  And I’d wake up just as the little girl…she was under twelve in my dreams…was about to take me in her mouth.

In the daytime I was embarrassed to look at my sister.  It’s a wonder that our parents didn’t see it.  But Irene acted as if nothing untoward had happened.  I knew she didn’t date…we lived out in the country and she rode a school bus to and from school.  I wondered how her schoolmates looked at her.  Did they imagine those full, soft lips wrapped around their schoolboy cocks?  Did she ever get that hot-eyed look she’d had when I was fingering her when somebody else could see her? 

If Cindy hadn’t continued to be a bitch everything might have turned out all right but she remained recalcitrant and things went from bad to worse between my kid sister and me.

Friday again but I didn’t have a date.  Irene and I were alone together in the big, old farmhouse for the first time since she’d shocked me by giving me a handjob.  I knew she was young and innocent and that she trusted me so I had to be extra careful.  I started drinking beer as soon as our parents left.  I was determined to get drunk and sleepy.  And I did, sitting in front of the TV on the sofa where I’d taken advantage of my young sister.

I don’t think I slept long before I became aware that I had company.  I raised my heavy eyelids to see Irene sitting beside me looking at a magazine.  For a moment I didn’t realize what magazine it was but then I saw and the shock awakened me fully.  Awakened me but didn’t make me sober.

“My God Irene!  No!  Give that to me!” I said sharply as I tried to grab the glossy, photo-filled porn mag from her but she easily kept it away from me.

“Why Bill?  Why can’t I look at this?  You do…and I know you let Cindy look at it too.”

“It’s not the same Irene.  You’re only fourteen years old.”

“Yeah, but I’m old enough.  You know that.  You know how I came when you played with me,” and before I could stop her she’d slipped her warm hand under my sweatpants to grasp my already swelling tool.

“Stop it Irene!”  I spoke sharply but I know I made no attempt to remove her hand.

“Hee Hee. You don’t really want me to, do you Bill,” and then my fourteen year old sister was pulling my hand between her legs to her bushy pussy.

As I said, I’d been drinking.  My sister’s hand was warm and it felt good as she wrapped her fingers around my cock and began to pump.  I knew it was sinful and very, very wrong but I surrendered to my blossoming lust and pushed my sweats down so that she had full access to my sex-hungry tool.

The skin mag she’d had was open beside us on the sofa and I saw what she had been looking at.  The picture on one page was of a pretty, busty girl kneeling and sucking a cock and opposite it was the picture of a man with his head buried between the girl’s widespread legs.  And Irene’s head suddenly lowered to my groin and I felt the moist, hot softness of her lips enclosing the tip of my prick.

“Oohhh nooo Irene,” I moaned but no was the farthest word from my thoughts.  Cindy had sucked me briefly a couple of times but that was all.

“You like it, don’t you Bill,” my sister said softly as she looked up at me.  “I can tell that you like it.  Let me do it…please?”

“Oh God,” was all I could say as her head dipped again and I felt the exciting touch of her oral caress.  I guess the awful pictures she’d seen had caused her to act the way she was and, despite my excitement, a rush of guilt washed over me.

I just sat there for a minute or so and guiltily allowed my kid sister to suck my cock while my fingers teased her wet, pulpy pussy.  I didn’t want her to stop but I really felt shame that I was letting her do this.  Cindy had sucked me a couple of times but only with a condom on and the feeling wasn’t nearly as intense that way.  Now Irene’s mouth was in the most intimate contact possible, bare flesh to bare flesh and I knew I had to stop her before it was too late. 

Irene was just a fourteen year old girl who was innocent and I’m sure that, except for the pictures that I was responsible for her seeing, she had no idea of what I was about to do.  I knew that if I let her continue to suck my cock I’d cum in her mouth and I just couldn’t treat her that way…like a whore.

With a moan I pushed my sister away and slid off the sofa onto my knees on the floor.  Turning quickly I grabbed her bare knees and spread her full thighs wide apart as I dove between them.  I’d done this only once before, a brief and somewhat smelly incursion between Cindy’s legs when I tried to get her to let me cum in her mouth.  But she wouldn’t.  My little sister was naked under her shorty nightgown, her virgin pussy mine for the taking.  But I’d never do that.  Not all the way.

It was different.  And wonderful.  Irene must have just showered because her pussy had a faint, soapy odor.  The thick pelt that covered her genitals was soft and tickly as I pushed my face into it and then my mouth was pressed to the thick, fat fleshrolls of her unusually large cunt.

It was wonderful.  My teenaged sister writhed and moaned and pushed her fat pussy up to me.  Her hands were on my head, holding me closer as she squirmed.  She was wet and oily and my tongue easily found her clitoris which, like her cunt, was unusually large. 

I thought I was going to smother.  My kid sister’s firm thighs were clenched tightly around my ears and she was pulling my head closer with her hands.  I could hear her cries although the flesh of her thighs around my ears muffled the sound.  Then her cuntflesh seemed to convulse, to writhe and bulge against my mouth as she held me in a virtual stranglehold with hands and legs.  Yes!  Oh God yes.  She was cumming!

As my kid sister came down from her climax her leg-grip loosened, her hands fell away from my head and she sat there whimpering and panting.  I sprawled on the floor feeling guilty but also pleased that I’d given my sibling such obvious pleasure.

I ached.  My balls felt swollen like balloons as I lay back on the carpet.  She’d really see something when I let her give me another handjob tonight.  It would be all right I thought although I still felt guilty.  And then my kid sister was kneeling between my legs and her intent was obvious.

“Please Irene…don’t.  Don’t do that.  I don’t trust myself.”

“But you did it for me, Bill.  It was the most wonderful thing I ever felt.  Let me?  Please let me?”

“But…but…just for a moment, Irene.  Just a few seconds.”

She lowered her head but she was still looking at me as she flicked out her tongue against the shiny, purple knob.  “Don’t worry, Bro.  I can tell that you’re close and I sure don’t want that stuff in my mouth.”  She dipped her head lower and took three inches of my cock into her mouth.

I’d never seen anything as sexy as my kid sister’s full, red lips stretched around my throbbing tool.  And the way she looked at me with her big, brown eyes added to the sexiness.  It was like she was teasing me.

“Tell me when you’re ready,” she said as she raised her head for a moment.  “Mmph…easy…not too deep,” she cautioned but her gentle protests served only to excite me further.  I began to fuck up into her wetly nursing maw and I felt her hot saliva dripping from her lips onto the base of my cock.

“Mmmph…glangh,” she gagged when the tip of my cock bumped the back of her throat.  “Please Bill…shluurrpp,” and she sucked wetly and noisily.  “Wanta shee you shoot…shluurrp…finish with my handsh.”

The pleasurable sensations from her hot, wet mouth were intense.  I didn’t want her to stop.  Not for any reason.  I placed my hands on the back of her head and pushed her down while I fucked up faster.  She sort of gurgled as she looked at me and, as if she knew what I wanted, her lips and tongue massaged my cock with surprising skill.

“Oh God!”  I gasped out the words as I felt that heat in my aching balls.  It was cumming and I couldn’t let her stop.  My kid sister’s eyes widened in alarm at my exclamation or maybe she felt something from my cock.  She began to pull away but I wouldn’t let her.  Irene moaned around her mouthful of cock and I know it swelled, lurched and then I was holding her head down as I erupted in her mouth.  I don’t think I’d ever cum as much as that time, before or since.  She was trying to keep it in her mouth except for what dribbled from the narrow annulus between her lips and the shaft of my cock.  Finally it was like she surrendered and I heard her swallow.

I released my grip on her head but she stayed with me and sucked as hard she could. It was like she wanted to be sure she milked every drop from me and then she held my deflating tool with two fingers and licked all around it.

Only then, with by balls drained and my kid sister sprawled almost naked atop me did the guilt return.  What had I done?  My God!  How could I make it up to her?  I was sick with remorse, post-orgasmic remorse.

Irene’s Story – Part 2

Every night after Bill fingered my pussy and gave me that fantastic orgasm I masturbated but it wasn’t the same.  Not even close.  I was hornier than I’d ever been and I was tempted to get in bed with him but of course I couldn’t, not with our parents at home.  I spent all week hoping we’d be alone together on Saturday night and he wouldn’t be back with Cindy.

It worked out that way but it didn’t start the way I wanted.  All my big brother did was sit there and drink beer until he went to sleep.  I wanted to touch him…hold his cock…but I didn’t dare so I went upstairs to his bedroom.

I know it was wrong but I dug and found what I was looking for, a magazine I’d seen him showing Cindy.  And what a magazine.  I’d never seen anything like it with naked men with huge cocks and women with big tits and they did everything to each other.  I took it downstairs and sat beside Bill looking at it.  When he woke up maybe it would make him want me to jerk him off again and he’d give me another of those wonderful cums.

“My God Irene!  No!  Give that to me!” Bill said sharply, startling me because I was engrossed in imagining what it would be like to have a cock in my mouth.

“Why Bill?  Why can’t I look at this?” I said.  I was almost whining as I added, “You do…and I know you let Cindy look at it too.”

“It’s not the same Irene.  You’re only fourteen years old,” he said but I could see that already his resolve was weakening.

“Yeah, but I’m old enough.  You know that.  You know how I came when you played with me,” and before he could stop me I’d slipped my hand under his sweatpants to grasp his tool.  It wasn’t hard like before but I felt it jump when I touched it and it began to get bigger.

“Stop it Irene!”  he said in a stern voice but he didn’t try to take my hand away.  I knew then that he’d do me again.

“Hee Hee, you don’t really want me to stop, do you Bill,” and he confirmed that by pushing his sweatpants down so that his cock was easier to get at.  And now it was standing up big and hard like last week.

It was, I thought, absolutely gorgeous. Six or seven inches long and almost too thick for me get my thumb and forefinger around it. And it was now hard as iron. And hot! The shiny knob was swollen and purple and unbelievably soft to my touch. I pumped it slowly and then I leaned forward and kissed it.

“Oohhh nooo Irene,” he moaned but I could tell that ‘no’ was the farthest word from his thoughts.  I’d seen Cindy suck him but she’d made him put on a condom first.  I’d make him do that too before he came or else use my hand but right now I was enjoying his reaction.

“You like it, don’t you Bill,” I asked and I looked up at him.  “I can tell that you like it.  Let me do it…please?”

“But Irene…it’s wrong,” he said but I could tell he wasn’t going to try to stop me.  I went down on him again, this time parting my lips a little and letting the tip of my tongue work across the velvety smoothness.

"Damn-damn-damn-damn" Bill moaned. He put a hand on my pussy and let me suck his cock.  God, it felt good.  Already I was close to cumming and I began to be afraid that he’d cum in my mouth.

My brother moaned and pushed me away and slid off the sofa onto his knees on the floor.  In spite of the pictures I’d just looked at I never expected what came next.  He grabbed my bare knees and spread my legs wide apart and dove between them.  I may have squealed when his face mashed into my pussy and I writhed and moaned and pushed up against his face. I put my hands on his head and sort of used his mouth and tongue like fingers to make me cum.  Only it was way better than fingers…even his fingers.

I’d been waiting for a week and it was like my belly was exploding.  I squeezed his head with my hands and I pulled at him like I wanted his head right inside me and I guess I did.  I nearly passed out but when I came to my senses Bill was sprawled on his back on the floor with his cock standing up like a lighthouse.

After what he’d just done to me…for me…I knew I had to do something for him.  I was a bit nervous.  What if he went off before I could get away?  But I lowered my head and the slick, purple knob slid between my lips like it was meant to be there.

“Please Irene…don’t.  Don’t do that.  I don’t trust myself.”

“But you did it for me, Bill.  It was the most wonderful thing I ever felt.  Let me?  Please let me?”

“But…but…just for a moment, Irene.  Just a few seconds.”

I watched my big brother as I flicked my tongue against the shiny, purple knob.  “Don’t worry, Bro,” I said.  “I can tell that you’re close and I sure don’t want that stuff in my mouth.”  I took almost three inches of his hard cock into my mouth and the expression of sheer delight on his face anf his moan of pleasure was almost as good for me as when I came.

I knew he was really hot and I began to worry a bit.  “Tell me when you’re ready,” I asked but he was beginning to pump up into my mouth.  I kind of liked the feel of the hot, slick cock sliding in and out between my lips but he was going deeper, too deep.  “Mmph…easy…not too deep,” I grunted.  My mouth was full of saliva like I was getting ready for a feast and it was dribbling down over the shaft of his cock as I made love to it.

“Mmmph…glangh,” I gagged when the tip of his cock bumped the back of my throat.  God, he was going to choke me.  “Please Bill…shluurrpp,” I mumbled through my cock-filled mouth.  I could hear the slurpy sounds as I sucked him and I felt something, a swelling or hardening of his cock.  Oh God!  He was going to cum!  “Wanta shee you shoot…shluurrp…,” I mumbled wetly, “Wanta finish with my handsh,” and I tried to raise my head.

I couldn’t believe it.  My big brother had always treated me with respect but he was about to treat me like a slut.  I know my eyes must have got real big as I looked up at him and strained to lift my head but he didn’t seem to care.   My mouth was just filled completely with his cock and I felt it sort of swell and jump and then thee was a fiery jet of liquid that flooded my mouth.  And another.  I was choking and gurgling but he wouldn’t let me pull away.  I swallowed.

As soon as I made that first swallow it was as if his semen was a drug.  I went limp and I began to nurse the still bucking fleshtube, trying to empty it of all of his sperm.  I could see the expression of bliss on his face and it made me feel so good, so powerful. He released his grip on my head but I stayed with him and sucked as hard I could, trying to be sure I milked every drop from him.  Finally I held his softening cock with two fingers and licked all around it and then sprawled on top of him.

What a night.  My God!  My big brother had made me suck his cock and then he’d cum in my mouth.  And I felt good about it.  I guess the only thing he made me do was let him cum in my mouth.  The rest I’d been mostly responsible for.

Chapter Three Synopsis – The confessions of twenty year old Bill and fourteen year old Irene continue. Alone again with his sister Bill drinks himself senseless and, when his naked sister gets in bed next to him he believes she is Cindy.  He couples spoon-fashion, breaks her cherry and together they have great orgasms 

Chapter Three

    Incestuous Intercourse

Bill’s Story – Part 3

I knew it hadn’t been completely my fault but nonetheless my kid sister Irene was only a fourteen-year-old girl and therefore I should have prevented things from happening.  I tried to avoid her.  Whenever I looked at her the image that popped into my mind was of her with her red lips stretched around my cock.  And the look in her eyes that I remembered wasn’t that of an innocent teenager.  God, it had felt good!  But it was wrong and I never should have forced her to let me cum in her mouth and swallow.

Cindy and I remained apart and the next weekend I avoided my sister by going with my parents to the Pub.  But the following weekend was a different matter.  Our parents went away and that left me alone in the house with Irene.  I decided I had to take the bull by the horns and tell her that we must stay away from each other.

“What we did was wrong, Irene.  It was my fault and it can’t happen again.  I’m sorry for causing you…hurting you…even if you don’t think that I hurt you.  So, this weekend while we’re home alone I will stay away from you… completely.”

“But Bill?  It was my fault too.  I wanted to,” she said and the sight of that sexy mouth and her shapely body caused an unwilled swelling of my evil prick.  But I just turned away from her and for the rest of the day I made myself busy with outdoor chores.  That night I went to my bedroom with a bottle of whiskey and some sleeping pills.  I didn’t trust myself.

Thank God Cindy had come back to me my sleep-drugged mind thought when a warm body slid between the sheets next to me.  I turned toward her and snuggled close, spoon-fashion, to her firm, round bottom.  I always slept in the nude and Cindy was also nude so my stiffening cock pushed between her bulbous cheeks, straining against the warmth and moistness that spread out from between her legs. I kissed the back of her neck and nipped the flesh a little and she moaned and leaned her head back against my shoulder.

My cock was poised at the entrance to her cunt, and there I paused, nibbling at her shoulder as I made a game of pushing into her a fraction of an inch and then withdrawing.  It had been a month since I’d last fucked her and, as that thought was in my mind, so was the memory of my kid sister’s marvelous ministrations with hand and mouth.  Those guilty thoughts made my tool jump in the warm confines of Cindy’s lush bottom.

Cindy’s bottom seemed different, fuller and firmer than I remembered and, as my hands wandered over her nakedness I was pleasantly surprised by the way her nipples were sticking out.  They seemed bigger, longer than usual and in my semi-somnolent state I attributed it to our celibate month.  Or her celibate month, since my kid sister had relieved my own pressures.

 And, as she sometimes did, Cindy responded to my almost-intercourse and caresses by whispering, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, . . .” She was making small animal sounds in the back of her throat too and the effect was hugely stimulating, not that I needed any more stimulus.

“Oh, Bill, . . . put it in me. Put your big cock in me.  Oh, God, fuck me, Big Brother!  Fuck me!”

Cindy had never called me “Big Brother” before even though she sometimes kidded me about how Irene had a crush on me.  Was she going to pretend she was my sister?  The idea sent another surge of lust coursing through my loins.  I began pushing a little harder. Damn, she was really tight, much more than usual. Maybe having a month with no sex had tightened her up. I slid my hands back and forth around her hips, enjoying the shape of her.

“Bill? What are you doing? Are you. . . ? Ohhhh. . . .” The voice faded with a tremor.

I tried to blink my eyes as Cindy looked back over her shoulder, only . . . only she looked different, and a little fearful.

I looked down at my hands, squeezing and massaging the youthful, naked hips. The head of my penis was wedged between the cheeks of Cindy’s ass, pressing against the opening to her pussy. And then I was awake and I knew who was with me.  It was my kid sister, lying spooned on her side beside me and she was slowly humping back against me.

“Oh, Big Brother, . . . is this what you and Cindy like to do? Do you need to do it with me, now? Will it help you, Bill?”

I finally understood what I was doing. My desperate mind dreaming about fucking Cindy, my body reaching for what was available. I lay trembling, feeling the rigidity of my cock, overwhelmed with lust, wanting so badly to make love to my girlfriend.  But was it really my girlfriend that I wanted? The thing was, Irene at fourteen was agonizingly alluring. Sweet, pretty, with thick brown hair and so unknowingly seductive.

“Do you want to . . . to fuck me? Go ahead, Big Brother. I know it’s what you need. I need it too.  I can do it, I know I can.”

She pushed back against me again and her lower back formed a lovely curve and the sight, in the dim light, of her bare, smooth bottom burned itself into my vision. I was very aware of the soft warmth of her flesh beneath my hands. And the first inch of my penis was now hidden from my touch.

Tentatively, almost without meaning to, I pressed forward just a little. Another half-inch of my cock slid into my fourteen-year-old sister, and she shuddered, but not, I thought, in pain. Then the muscles of her young cunt squeezed me, sending shivers through my body. I couldn’t help myself.  I wasn’t even sure I was in control any longer. I held my breath and pushed harder.

“Oh . . . God . . . ohhhhhhh . . . .” Irene balled up the sheet in her fist and hunched her shoulders. “God, that feels so . . . oh, Big Brother . . . .”

I listened in agonized fascination as my penis disappeared inside my sister. I moved slowly, I didn’t want to cause her any pain, but I kept moving. I’d never had a virgin and I was sure that Irene was a virgin.  I felt a resistance.  Was it her hymen?  Oh God.  I know I’m evil but the thought of taking my fourteen year old sister’s cherry was the most exciting thing I’d ever felt.  I held her hips so she couldn’t move away and gave a short thrust.  That did it.  I felt a sudden release as the fragile barrier ruptured and finally, I was there, buried in her. I thought about all the times I had done this with Cindy but it had never felt as good as this.  My kid sister’s cunt was like a velvet vise and there was a special sweetness about her soft whimpers and murmurs.

Irene’s pelvis was moving back and forth sensually; still pressing her ass against me with involuntary little jerks and twitches. Slowly, carefully, I pulled my cock back until most of it was exposed. Then I pushed it into her again. Irene sighed deeply, lifting her head, straightening her arms in front of her. When I was completely buried in her again, I pulled her hips harder against myself and pushed even more. Irene groaned and shook her head.

“Oh, Big Brother, it feels so big!” Her voice was soft but urgent. “Are you going to do it all, Bill? Are you going to have a . . . a . . . are you going to cum inside me?” The sound of my sister’s voice saying such things raised my mind to a white hot cauldron, bubbling with the need to finish what I had started.

Out again, slowly. In again. Out, a little faster. And in. And out and in. Irene’s cunt was wet now, and my cock moved more easily. I know I was breathing harder and I could felt the tingling begin to build, back there behind my genitals.

Irene was gasping and shaking, almost sobbing, but she had reached back and was clutching my hand where it squeezed her hipbone. I was sure she didn’t want me to stop, not now.  I’m sure she never wanted me to stop.

“Yes Bill…hurry…faster Bill…faster,” my fourteen-year-old sister was panting as I fucked her newly deflowered cunt.  “Give it to me, Big Brother.  Fuck your little sister like she wants to be fucked.  Fuck me with your big, hard cock!”

I couldn’t believe what my sister was saying. The total lewdness of those words coming from the mouth of a young girl, especially when that young girl was my sister, was overpowering.  The pressure in my groin mounted, and I remembered the sensation of coming inside Irene’s mouth. It would be safer to do it that way but suddenly she pushed back against me as her tight sheath spasmed around my tool and safety was no longer a concern.  As I felt the constriction, the explosion began.

Irene writhed and wriggled against me and the tiny muscles in her cunt massaged my cock as I went off.  I knew I shouldn’t be doing this but her fuckwell milked me like her mouth and her hands had the other times.  She drained me.

When my sister had caught her breath, she drew away, turned over and snuggled up to my chest. “That was really something, Big Brother. It felt so strange -- but so nice!” Her hand snaked down between us and she grasped my semi-erect tool.  “I’m glad you’re the one who got my cherry, Bill.  You’re going to fuck me again, aren’t you?  I want to have you on top of me so I can get all of your big cock up in my cunt. You want to fuck me again don’t you, Bill?”

Hearing my sister talk that way filled me with guilt once more.  What had I done?  Had I created a nymphomaniacal slut?  But despite my guilty feeling my groin as tingling with renewed lust.  I’m ashamed to admit it but that wasn’t the only time I took advantage of my kid sister.  But at least I didn’t knock her up.  The shame of that would have been unbearable.

Irene’s Story – Part 3

I’d like to be able to blame the loss of my cherry all on my big brother but I know (and you know too) that it was probably more my fault than his.  And after my big brother ate me and I sucked his cock my precious virginity was doomed.  It’s no surprise that it felt good when he ate me.  It is maybe a bit surprising though that I was really turned on by sucking his cock.  It surprised me anyway.  The idea of a guy going off in my mouth seemed sick but, when Bill held me there while his sperm spurted into my throat almost made me cum all over again.  I liked it.  I think it was the knowledge that, for that orgasming moment, I was the most important person in his life.

But I wanted more.  “What we did was wrong, Irene.  It was my fault and it can’t happen again.  I’m sorry for causing you…hurting you…even if you don’t think that I hurt you.  So, this weekend while we’re home alone I will stay away from you… completely,” he’d told me when we were finally alone in the house. 

I didn’t exactly argue. “But Bill?  It was my fault too.  I wanted to,” I said in reply but I had no intention of staying away from him.  I just watched when he took a bottle of whiskey and went to his room.  I was sure he’d drink himself to sleep and I was equally sure that then I could get close to him.

He wasn’t exactly snoring when I went to his room two hours later.  I’d spent the time looking again at his dirty magazines and semi-masturbating.  I call it semi-masturbating because I didn’t make myself cum.  Not quite.  I wanted his hand to do it for me…or his tongue but that was unlikely.  Or maybe I wanted more?

Bill was lying on his back and I knew he was nude because he always slept that way.  I could see under the sheet the outline of a sausage-like bulge so I knew also that he had a hard on or was close.  I shucked off my nightgown and slipped under the sheet beside him.

As soon as I touched him he stirred and I turned onto my side, facing away from him.  I was a bit scared at my brazenness.  Then I felt something hot and hard pressing against my bare bottom and pushing between my asscheeks.  I had no doubt of what it was and for a moment I thought of the pictures I’d seen showing a man with his penis stuck into a girl’s…you know…  Surely Bill wouldn’t try that, would he? I felt his warm lips kiss the back of my neck nip the flesh a little and I moaned and leaned my head back against his shoulder. 

It felt good or maybe just exciting.  Did Bill know it was me?  I angled my hips and I know I must have gasped when the hot tip of his penis pushed against my pussy.  Could he tell that I was wet?  He kept on nibbling my shoulder while he pushed into me a little bit and then withdrew, over and over again.  Was he fucking me?  Was this all there was to it?  Did he know he was fucking his little sister?  Then he moaned Cindy’s name and I knew he didn’t know it was me.  And I wanted him to know.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I mumbled.  I was making small sounds in the back of my throat too because I was getting hugely excited.  I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Oh, Bill . . . put it in me. Put your big cock in me.  Oh, God, fuck me, Big Brother!  Fuck me!”

He didn’t say anything at that but he pushed and slid his hands back and forth around my hips to.

“Bill? What are you doing?” I moaned as I suddenly became afraid of the final step. “Are you. . . ? Oohhhh. . . .” and my voice faded with a tremor.

I looked over my shoulder at him while his hands squeezed and massaged my hips and ass and I could feel the hot hardness of his penis wedged between my buttocks as it assaulted my still virgin pussy. And then I could see that he was awake and he knew who was with him at last. 

“Oh, Big Brother . . . is this what you and Cindy used to do? Do you need to do it with me, now? Will it help you, Bill?”  But I could see from his expression that he was horrified and I continued, “Do you want to . . . to fuck me? Go ahead, Big Brother. I know it’s what you need. I need it too.  I can do it, I know I can.  Please fuck me.”

Gathering up my courage (I don’t want to say ‘screwing up my courage’) I pushed back against him and felt his penis slip in farther than it had before.  It sort of jumped in me and I know it made me jump too.  I heard him moan and I held my breath as he pushed harder.

Bill was holding my hips now so that even if I’d wanted to get away I couldn’t have.  It hurt, too.  Not holding my hips, that is.  I mean the pushing inside me.  And then I felt another twinge like I’d pulled a muscle or something and my brother and I were joined, his body deep inside mine, his hips welded to mine.  He had taken my virginity.

I began moving back and forth against him, pressing my ass against him with involuntary little jerks and twitches that I couldn’t control.  I almost panicked when he pulled way but right away he pushed into me again. When he was completely buried in me again, he pulled my hips harder against himself and pushed even more until I thought he’d go right through me...

“Oh, Big Brother, it feels so big!” I said.  “Are you going to do it all, Bill? Are you going to have a . . . a . . . are you going to fuck me all the way and cum inside me?”

He didn’t say anything as he slowly pulled out slowly and then pushed in again. Out, a little faster. And in. And out and in.  He was panting and gasping and I was too.  I felt wonderful and close..so close.

 “Yes Bill…hurry…faster Bill…fuck me faster,” I panted.  I sensed that when I talked my big brother got more passionate and instinctively I continued, “Give it to me, Big Brother.  Give me your big, hard cock.  Fuck your little sister like she wants to be fucked.  Fuck me with your big, hard cock!”

And then he was out of control and so was I.  I felt him hammer me rapidly and my whole lower body was aflame with sensation.  I was cumming hugely and so was he.  He pulled me closer and I whimpered when it felt like his cock was going to come out of me but it didn’t.

When I had caught my breath, I pulled away, turned over and snuggled up to his chest. “That was really something, Big Brother. It felt so strange -- but so nice!” My hand snaked down and I grasped his semi-erect tool.  “I’m glad you’re the one who got my cherry, Bill.  You’re going to fuck me again, aren’t you?” I said in a husky voice.  “I want to have you on top of me so I can get all of your big cock up inside my cunt.  You want to fuck me again don’t you, Bill?”

He protested…his conscience was always bigger after he’d had me than when he hadn’t gone off yet but for the second of what became many times he mounted me and filled me with his wonderful cock.  At least, I thought he filled me.  Until I met Joe.

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CONFESSIONS

Chapter Four Synopsis – Joe confesses to seducing his young secretary who, after he eats her, gives him a superb fuck.  Irene confesses that she misled her boss so that he’d fuck her and he lives up to expectations.

Chapter Four

    Horny Harrasser

Joe’s Story – Part 1

When Irene came to work for me I knew right away that she was a ‘nice girl’.  And that kept me from trying anything with her.  Also, she became friends with my wife which was added reason to leave her alone.

It’s not that Irene was a raving beauty.  She wasn’t.  But there was some combination that really turned me on and I really had to fight my baser instincts.  She had the sexiest mouth I’d ever seen and the thought of having those lips wrapped around my cock gave me many hard-ons.  She also had lovely, long legs and a fantastic ass and I often pretended I was fucking her when I was making it with my wife.  And at nineteen she was more than ten years younger than I so even if other things had been favourable I would have felt embarrassed to put a move on her because of the age difference.

It was pure chance that changed our relationship.  (Or impure chance, depending on your point of view.)  Val, my wife was visiting her parents with our children when Irene announced that she was finally going to cease being a teenager.  Her twentieth birthday was happening tomorrow, which was a Friday. 

What the hell, I thought.  A dinner invitation would be OK.  She didn’t have a boyfriend that I knew of and we were just platonic friends.

“I’d love to, Joe.  Are you sure Val won’t mind?”

“We don’t have to tell her,” I replied.  “We both know it’s just a dinner out but sometimes she acts…you know.”

The dinner was great with aperitifs, wine and cognac and by the time it was over we were both a bit tipsy.  In fact Irene looked more than a bit tipsy and I began to wonder how far I could get with her.  I didn’t want her to lose respect for me so I couldn’t be too forward but…  Anyway I knew I couldn’t get far because she had a roommate, a seventeen year old girl from the same farming community as she.

We took a taxi to her apartment.  If things worked out maybe I could get her to come home with me later.  On the way we passed a liquor store and she tapped the driver on the shoulder, telling him to pull over.  After a brief argument about who should buy, I bought a bottle of white rum and we walked the short remaining distance to her second floor flat in an old house.  She changed from the purple, form-fitting dress that showed off her ass and legs to perfection into a loose, belted dressing gown.  Although her remorse, afterwards, seemed to confirm that her change of clothes was made in innocence, I'm still not sure.  Maybe it was but, at a minimum, she must have sub-consciously set herself up for what happened. 

When we got there she found a note saying that her roommate had gone home for the weekend so we were alone together. We talked for a while.  Our conversation was interesting but innocuous and she seemed oblivious to the sexual tension that I was feeling.  Was she?  I'll never know

"I think he's dreamy...his voice, that is."  We were lying side by side on the carpet, listening to her favourite vocalist singing romantic songs in a deep, caressing voice.  "I guess I haven't grown up, yet."

Her long, firm thigh was pressed to my side and I was in a quandary. I wanted to kiss her. Actually, I wanted to do much more than that, but I was afraid.  Irene was a nice girl and a friend to both my wife and me.  If I made a pass at her, I could destroy that friendship.

"Now Joe? Don't get ideas," she said, turning to look at me and smiling nervously when I draped one arm over her shoulders.

"You're beautiful, Irene," I murmured as I moved my face the few inches required so that my lips could press hers.  I guess, as I analyze what I've written, she wasn't entirely free of blame for what happened?  She could have easily broken off the kiss.  But she didn't.   Her lips were soft and they kind of quivered against mine, a fluttering acquiescence. There was sweetness, likely the 7-Up we'd mixed with the rum, and they parted to my cautiously probing tongue.

"No Joe...don't," she protested, finally turning her face away.

"I've wanted do that ever since we did it on the dance floor, Irene."  I got my other arm under her and she let me turn her on her side so that she was facing me with all of her body and, when I kissed her again, her arms went around my neck.

"Please, Joe," she objected, "it's late...you have to go."  But this time her mouth had opened and my tongue had begun to explore her moist, oral cavity.  And the way her arms tightened around my neck told me that she was enjoying the kiss.

"I know, Irene...but just a few minutes more," I said softly and it seemed natural and almost innocent for her to let me complete the rotation of her body from the face-down position when we'd been just listening to music to a face-up position as we kissed.  One hand was now lying loosely across her hip and, through the flimsy fabric of her robe, I could feel the flesh-padded firmness of her hip.  Her robe had opened a bit by then and I could see the slight swell of her tit-mounds, a wide valley between two minor hills.

"Don't, Joe...you really have to go?"  Did I detect a question in her protest? Was her resolve weakening?  Or was she, in fact, just trying to preserve appearances?  My mouth moved lower, to her neck, and when I nuzzled her there, her arms held me in a stranglehold.

"You're lovely, Irene...just this...please?" I begged as I kissed lower into the shallow breast-valley.  I nosed the robe open more as my lips moved over her silky skin to the center of one breast.  My God!  Her nipples were the largest I'd ever encountered!  They still are.  My mouth closed over the thimble-sized, rubbery projection and I sucked it between my lips, my tongue thrumming it with delight.

"Nooo...dooon't," Irene whimpered and she doubled up her legs defensively. "Ooohhhh dooon't."

"But why, Irene?  You like it don't you?"  I alternated between the now completely bare mounds, nibbling first one of the large, swollen nipples, then the other.

"Oohhhh yeessss...too much...that's why you have to stop."  Bigger isn't always better but Irene's nipples were not only bigger than any I've known, but they were also extremely sensitive.  The sounds that were coming from her were now panting whimpers and, when my face moved lower, I'm sure she knew what my next target was.

"We can't...you're married...she's my friend...you can't." But Irene's body was winning over her mind.  I'd loosened the belt and her robe was now open below her waist.  I kissed across her firm belly and gently tugged at the waistband of her panties.

"Just this, Irene...just this...please Irene," I begged and then my nose was surrounded by the soft, luxurious bush that covered her prominent mons.

"Oohhhh Noooo...I can't...hah...caaahhn't," she whined and she clamped her thighs tightly together.  But I'd pulled her panties down enough that she was uncovered to the top of her thighs.

"Mmmm...please?"  Her thigh-flesh yielded as I pushed my face lower and got my tongue into the upper part of the soft slit.  My hopes surged when I tasted the oily evidence of her arousal.

"Nooo...you're married...Noooo," she repeated her denial and she tried weakly to push my head away.

"It's just a kiss, Irene...let me...it won't hurt. Just let me this one time? Please?"

"Hanh...Joe...hanh...I shouldn't...hanh," and I realized that she was sobbing, but her hands were now just resting on my head, not trying any more to push me away.  I was fondling her big nipples and stroking the downy flesh of her thighs and my face slipped deeper into the warm and widening opening as her legs, ever so slowly, parted.

Irene's body was jerking spasmodically, a mix of sobs and her heavy breathing, but I was sure that she had surrendered to being eaten.  I changed position ever so cautiously, afraid that she'd change her mind.  And then my tongue found her clitoris and she uttered a choking moan.  I got my shoulders between her legs then, like I had years earlier with an artless sub-teen, Janet, I had complete and unfettered access to her hirsute lovenest.

I don’t think she'd never experienced cunnilingus before and the effect on her of my mouth and tongue exploring her fat-lipped snatch was gratifying.  Her hands were still on my head but their action was the direct opposite of her initial reaction.  She had gone from trying to push me away to limply accepting my oral intimacy to, now; pulling my head against her while she rocked her lush hips.  Her pubic hair tickled my nose and the wetness of her squishily swollen cuntflesh made it difficult for me to breathe but I didn't want to give her a chance to relent.  Her erect clit was large and I easily nipped it with my lips and, as I thrummed the hard, slick nubbin, I could hear her strangled cries of excitement.

Irene was no longer making any form of protest to the liberties I was taking.  My tongue alternately worked on her clit, then dipped into her hot cuntal orifice while my hands caressed her big-nippled breasts and mauled the lush firmness of her buttocks.  I could feel the flex of her ass muscles as she ground her pussy wantonly against my face.  She gave a loud, whining gasp, her cuntflesh seemed to bulge and palpitate and her thighs suddenly locked on my head, her hips jerking and bucking, and I knew she was cumming.

"Joe...hanh...Joe...gotta stop..." she panted as her legs relaxed their grip on my head and she lay, loose-limbed and acquiescent, despite her gasping request that I stop.  I don't know if her post-orgasmic remorse was the cause of her compliance or if the pleasure was such that she couldn't fight it but I didn't care.  I wanted to fuck her and her continued submission to my oral assault was helping me to achieve my goal.

I could hear her sobs and her hands fluttered about my head, one moment weakly pushing me away, and then holding me slackly, as if she was torn between resistance and surrender.  My nose nudged her clit as I pushed my tongue into her vagina, her fat labia swollen apart, wetly surrounding my face. I felt a tremor of her firm-muscled buttocks, a reluctant tic of her pelvis and I sensed that she was again well on the way to another climax.   It was time. 

I moved up on her until my juice-slicked mouth covered her soft, trembling lips, the hot gusts of her sobbing breath filling my mouth.  I don't know if she was aware of what was happening when my cock nestled against her wet, mushy pussy-pudding and blindly sought the opening to her inner body but, whether it was an unwary surrender to my ongoing assault on her senses or a conscious decision to yield, the result was the same. 

My cock was steel-hard and angled upward and then I heard Irene gasp as her warm fingers touched my tool.   She might even have guided me then and as I felt the burning heat of her orifice, I pushed in.  “Please…careful… never done it,” my secretary moaned but I lunged forward, my hips thrusting heavily as I drove into Irene’s widespread pussy and felt the hot rubbery passage clasp around my cock and absorb my naked surge like a hungry lion. She rocked gently beneath me. "Unnngghhhh!" she grunted, and she arched up to my loins, trying to take more of me, and I levered my member to the full length of her cuntal tunnel.

“Big…Oohhhh Joe…you’re so bigggg,” Irene moaned as she took me.  She was warm and as tight as if I was the first and the fluids helped her take me easily, wetting and lubricating my path. I thrust lustily until my blood-swollen head hit her cervix, and simultaneously my sperm-bloated testicles crashed resoundingly against the firm muscle-taut cheeks of her lovely, uptilted ass. I moved harder, flexing my prick as she moaned, imbedded beneath my driving cudgel.

I ground my pelvis into the squirming pliant flesh beneath me, fucking into Irene with long, hard strokes. She strained back under me, arching her loins up at me, lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking, already-sweat-soaked bedspread. She moaned and mewled wildly under my pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her legs around my hips as she worked up and down in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild, insane abandon.  She was not acting like the innocent virgin I’d thought her to be but I didn’t care.  I was finally fucking her.

Irene gave another gasp and screwed herself tighter to my penis until it sunk to her soft fleshy depths completely. I worked around and around in her, feeling the muscular ridges of her vagina around my smooth sliding cock, my tempo ever- increasing. My shaft continued to surge like a wild beast on a rampage until I was sure it was going to split down the seam, and the intoxicating pressure in my balls was enough to send me screaming

She held me tightly in her strong legs, clamping her calves crablike around my hips, only to slacken them for a second and then clamp harder. She began to babble incoherently which I knew to be a sign she was approaching her own climax, and I spurred her on with powerful long strokes. Her knees drew up as she raised herself even more fully to my battering attack, and her moist splayed vagina bucked wildly against my ramming penis, and she took my cock wantonly as though she never wanted to cease.

Then I felt her legs release their grip as she placed her feet flat on the floor and used them to lever her broad hips up at me in a rhythmic response to my thrusts.  Her thighs seemed to separate even more and admit me to even greater depths of her body. I felt like my cock was a foot long.

She was fabulous.  Her hips rocked under me and, when I reached the deepest point of my stroke she tilted her pelvis down and I could feel the hardness of her cervix rub over the tip of my tool.  And then as I withdrew it seemed as if the muscles in her juicy cunt were clinging to my cock, trying to suck from it the rapidly building torrent of gism in my aching balls.

Irene groaned and panted wildly under me, and I could feel my cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in my balls. I had to cum soon, I had to, I had to! If I didn't cum, I was going to go out of my goddamned mind! Oh Jesus, I had never known it could be like this, this good, never, never... !

I wanted her to cum too and I began ramming my prick into her still harder as her legs rose to once again wrap around my hips.  She gripped me tight between her imprisoning thighs, opening and closing them around me in time to my long, hard thrusts, and I knew that my secretary was approaching her orgasm. I continued the merciless thrusting of my cock with all the strength I possessed.

"Ooohhhh... Ooohhhh Goooddd! I'm... I'm going... going to... cummm!" With a sudden deep-throated groan, Irene began to vibrate uncontrollably; and I released my own dammed up passion. My cum churned through my boiling balls, up through the tube of my expanded cock and surged into my secretary's wildly clasping cunt. I shoved my tongue harder into her mouth and cupped the globoid cheeks of her firm white ass as I beat a wild tattoo against her with my still- emptying testicles. Irene wailed into my mouth, her strong thighs jerking spasmodically while I discharged my overwhelming load of sperm violently into her. Finally, I collapsed across her, my sigh of contentment mingling with her own mewling.

“Joe…Oh my God, Joe?  What have you done to me?”  Irene lay limply under me, her body giving occasional jerks and twitches and her snug cuntsheath making an occasional spasm on my cum-numbed tool.  Damn, she was a good fuck.  And I wasn’t done with her.

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Irene’s Story – Part 4

I like fucking.  No, I’m crazy about fucking.  And after he’d broken my cherry, Bill became more amenable to fucking me.  I guess he still felt guilty about it but we got into a pattern…Friday night our parents went out and Bill would stay home and fuck me.  And then I was on to Secretarial School.  Once I thought I’d got lucky when my typing teacher, a man, put a move on me but it never developed into anything because he got accused of harassment by another student so all I got was Bill whenever I could get home for the weekend.

Finally I was equipped with a trade and I could go to work.  My first job was scary…I had to learn a bunch of technical gibberish but the man for whom I worked mostly was a dream.

Joe was about ten years older than I, tall, dark, handsome, kind and considerate.  The only bad thing about him was that he was married.  Nonetheless, he sort of took me under his wing and helped me and I met his family and became friends with his wife.  I knew then that I didn’t have a chance with him even if I’d wanted to break up his home, which I didn’t.  Val was a beauty with a big bust and sometimes when I stayed over at their place (I babysat their kids) I would hear them in bed.  Definitely Joe was good in bed.  The sounds were so sexy that I’d make myself cum several times while they fucked.

There were other guys I could have had a relationship with (that’s a euphemism for ‘let fuck me’) but I was after someone like Joe…and there weren’t any other Joes around.  And then my twentieth birthday arrived. 

It was wonderful.  Val and the kids were away and Joe took me to dinner… a romantic, candlelit dinner with great food and lots of drinks and, even though we agreed that we wouldn’t tell his wife, I thought it was for him, platonic.  Why would he want flat-chested me with a trace of a moustache when he had a smooth-skinned, big-titted beauty at home?

I was hopeful when we took a taxi to my apartment.  On the way we passed a liquor store and I tapped the driver on the shoulder, telling him to pull over.  After a brief argument about who should buy, he bought a bottle of white rum and we walked to my second floor flat in an old house.  There was a note from my roommate Betty saying that she was gone for the weekend and that meant that I was alone with my idol with a bed nearby. (Actually I had written the note since I’d planned from the first to invite him back and I figured that he would only come if there was a chaperone.) But I didn’t think I could make him cheat on Val.

I changed from the purple, form-fitting dress that showed off my modestly equipped body so well and put on a loose, belted dressing gown.  We talked for a while and drank rum and I relaxed.  Then, as we lay on the carpet listening to my favourite singer I realized that he was pressed close to my side and then he draped an arm over my shoulder.

.

"Now Joe? Don't get ideas," I said but I already was getting ideas of my own.  Maybe he wasn’t as pure as I’d thought?

"You're beautiful, Irene," he said softly and then he kissed me.  It was too much.  Bill had sort of kissed me but never like this.  Joe’s tongue was in my mouth, caressing, exploring, actually fucking my mouth or that’s the way I felt.

"No Joe...don't," I protested after a while and I turned my face away.  I knew I had to pretend to be hard to get or he wouldn’t respect me.  He said something more then but I was getting too hot to hear.  He got me turned on my side facing him and when he kissed me again I just had to get my arms around him too.  I objected again, "it's late...you have to go."  I didn’t want him to think I was easy but I guess I was, at least, easy for him

By then I was flat on my back and I knew my robe was coming open.  "Don't, Joe...you really have to go?"  I said but even though I tried to sound credible I suspect he guessed that I didn’t really want him to stop.

"You're lovely, Irene...just this...please?" he pleaded and he began to kiss my neck and lower and then his hot lips closed over my nipple. "Nooo...Oohhhh dooon't," I gasped as the hot thrills from his nipple-thrumming tongue shot through my belly. I was proud of my nipples and maybe they made up somewhat for the small size of my breasts.  And they were super-sensitive.  "Oohhh dooon't." I protested again but having him stop was the farthest thing from my mind.  But I wanted him to believe I was not an easy lay.

"But why, Irene?  You like it don't you,” he pleaded.  I liked having him beg me and I wanted to have the begging and at the same time have him take me.

"Oohhhh yeessss...too much...that's why you have to stop."  I moaned.  "We can't...you're married...she's my friend...you can't." I continued as his mouth moved down over my belly.  Oh God!  Was he going to eat me?  Bill had done it twice and it was so wonderful that I wanted it all the time.  Was Joe going to really be my dream lover?

"Oohhhh Nooo...I can't...hah...caaahhn't," I whined and I clamped my thighs tightly together as if I didn’t want this more than anything in the world.  But as I’d expected, my words didn’t deter him and when I felt his face force its way between my thighs I protested again.  "Nooo...you're married...Nooo,” I whimpered and pretended to try to push his head away.   By then I was sobbing but not for the reason he likely suspected.  I was so hot I could hardly breathe and I opened my legs so he had full access to my throbbing pussy.

I didn’t care now whether he thought I was innocent or not. His tongue found my clit and I couldn’t hold back.  I was grinding my pussy against his face like the wanton slut I’d become and then it came.  I locked my legs around his head and I bucked like I was being fucked as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me.

"Joe...hannh...Joe...gotta stop..." I panted as I opened my legs again.  I could hardly talk but I was sure that no matter what I said now, he wouldn’t stop.  Should I pretend I was a virgin?  I wasn’t sure.  I opened myself so that he’d know that no matter what I said, he could have me.  And then I felt his lips and tongue teasing my pussy again and I know I began to pant like a steam engine.

He moved up on top of me and suddenly my mouth and face felt the oily wetness of his mouth and face.  Knowing that it was my juices I tasted and felt added to my arousal and I slipped a hand between us to find the hot, hard penis that was probing blindly between my thighs.  Oh God!  It felt huge!  For a moment I was frightened but I sort of directed the hard, thick knob down slightly so that it would go in where it was supposed to.  I’d never before needed to be fucked as much as then and I tilted my pelvis to accommodate Joe’s thick penis.

“Please…careful… never done it,” I lied and I knew I’d never taken anything as thick as his cock inside me.  “Big…Oohhhh Joe…you’re so bigggg,” I moaned and I meant it.  But also I remembered how saying that used to urge on my brother.  “Unnngghhhh!” I grunted as he rammed what seemed to be a never ending spear of hot, hard flesh into the very depths of my body.

The feeling was incredible and I squirmed under my big-framed boss.  I couldn’t restrain my natural impulses and I bucked up at him, lifting my legs and drawing him as deep into me as he could reach.  It felt to me as if he was going to go right through me.  I’d wanted more with Bill and now I was getting it.  I felt like Joe was going to split me wide open

I lost it then.  I clamped and slackened my legs around his hips in time with his thrusts and I could hear as if in the distance my babbling voice.  I don’t know how long it went on.  It seemed like seconds and at the same time, like hours.  I couldn’t pretend any more to be innocent.  Lust took over and I fucked him like the wanton whore I was.   And then I seemed to explode with hotly burning convulsions in my lower regions.  "Ooohhhh... Ooohhhh Goooddd! I'm... I'm going... going to... cummm!" I heard myself cry out shrilly, “I’m cumminngggggg,” and then his mouth covered mine, his thrusting tongue stifling my cries.

Oh God?  What if I got pregnant? I vibrated, jerked, bucked and writhed and I felt his belly-filling organ swell within me and I sensed that he was so far up inside me that he was pumping his sperm directly into my womb. 

“Joe…Oh my God, Joe?  What have you done to me?”  I just lay there under him, weak as a dishrag as I felt my body give involuntary twitches and jerks.  I wasn’t technically a virgin before he fucked me but in some ways I felt like it was my first real fuck.  Was he done with me?

Then I began to cry.  I wanted him to believe he was first with me so that was partly the reason but some of it was real…I was afraid that he might have knocked me up.  It felt like he was right up in my womb when he went off in me.  I hoped he’d use a condom next time.

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CONFESSIONS

Chapter Five Synopsis – Irene gets assfucked for the first time and becomes totally dominated and submissive. 

Chapter Five

    Secretarial Sex Slave

Joe’s Story – Part 2

I  felt terribly guilty for what I’d done…not only because I’d cheated on Val but also because I thought I’d taken unfair advantage of my innocent secretary.  Or was she?  Right then she was lying limply under me like she was unconscious except that she was sort of sobbing and her cunt gave an occasional squeezing twitch on my deflating cock.

“Joe…hanh…Joe…hanh…you know you were first, don’t you?  I…hanh… never did it…hanh… before.” Irene blubbered as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. 

“Does it matter to you, Irene,” I asked in a soft voice for, as I thought about how she’d fucked me, I decided that I was definitely not the first inside that hairy, juicy twat.  “And I don’t see any blood,” I added although I knew that the absence of a cherry wasn’t conclusive evidence of non-virginity.

“Hanh…but you are…you’re the first…hanh…and it does matter…hanh… Joe…Hanh…It matters a lot,” my secretary sobbed and I was enjoying her sobs in a way she’d never have dreamed of.  Each time her firm body shook with a sobbing spasm her cuntsheath gave my cock a delightful, little massage and she was getting me hard again before I even softened.  “I… hanh…it was on a bicycle…hanh…that’s how I… hanh…how I lost… hanh…you know…”

Did the bicycle teach her how to move, too?  I wanted to ask that but didn’t.   I was sure that she’d had more than a bicycle seat fucking her hairy pussy and I must admit I was a bit disappointed that I hadn’t been her first and that she wasn’t the ‘nice girl’ she pretended to be.  And the fact that I’d felt guilty about fucking her was beginning to add anger to my emotional load.

I rolled off of her limp body and the sight of her naked body lying there with her long, shapely legs still splayed sent the blood rushing back to my cum-numbed prick..

“You believe me, don’t you?  I want you to respect me, Joe…I know I should have stopped you…but you’re too big…too strong.”

Was she trying to pretend I’d forced her?  “Damn, Irene, you’re a great fuck,” I said roughly as I slipped my hand down to her bushy quim and found her clitoris with my index finger.  “I want more of you, baby,” I said crudely and as I felt a responsive tic of her hips I added, “And you do too, don’t you?”

“But…hanh….but Joe?  It’s wrong.  You’re married…she’s my friend… what if you made me pregnant?”  She was gazing at my semi-erect tool and I could see an expression in her eyes that might have been awe or fear or some other undefined emotion but, whatever it was, it added to my arousal.

“She cheats on me, Irene.  I know she does,” I lied.  “You’ll be OK… I’ve had a vasectomy,” I lied again.  I flexed my cock and made it jump slightly and Irene flinched.

“I know but…hanh…I know she cheats…but…but,” and she began to blubber.  That added to her desirability.  Maybe she was truly distraught at her inability to resist my advances.  How far could I push her?

“You’re not…like….you didn’t…Val told me…you could still get me pregnant,” Irene blubbered wetly and I stopped her words with my mouth on hers.  I was kind of enjoying her submissive compliance and then I raised my lips from her tear-wet face.

“It will be safe this time, darling,” I said in a deceptively soft tone.  “There’s a way.  I want you on your knees and we’ll…you know…we’ll do it that way.”

While I fingered her sloppy, cum-greased pussy I slid my other hand under her and wormed it between the moons of her ass.  As I dipped my middle finger toward her anus, found it and she arched her hips upward to escape this new invasion.  The excess juices from our copulation had lubricated the tight puckered anal ring, and I probed experimentally for a moment. Then I thrust forward with my middle finger, hard, feeling the rubbery opening yield slightly; suddenly, the nether ring gave way completely, and my finger slid in up to the first knuckle in the tight elasticity of her hot anal passage. Irene leapt her body upward at the sudden, lancing pain of my digital entrance. And then she was screaming at me, saying, "Aaaannnngggghhhh, it hurts, it hurts!"

Ignoring her protest I thrust again, sinking my finger to the second knuckle and then, despite her cries, I felt Irene suddenly begin to screw her buttocks back down on my worming finger until it was sunk to the palm of my hand. I waggled it inside her fleshy passage, eliciting more cries of pain and passion from her.

“You mean…no…Oh God no, Joe.  You can’t!  I won’t!”

“You will, Irene.  You know you will.  The idea turns you on, doesn’t it?  You want me to fuck you in the ass.”

“Does Val let you?”  She sounded really young and timid.

“Of course she does, Irene.  Everyone does this.”

Irene lay motionless, waiting, her eyes tightly closed to hold back the tears and I felt her naked ass-cheeks clenching in fear against my hand as she awaited the lewdest and most obscene ravishment she would ever be subjected to in her life.

I trembled in anticipation, finally pulling my finger out of her tight asshole and rolling her limp frame over so that she lay face down, her lush, naked buttocks standing high and ready for riding.  Propping myself up on my elbow I gazed hungrily down the length of my secretary's prone body, my attention focused as on the forbidden dark crack of her defensively clenched ass-cheeks. My hand moved hesitantly to her thighs just below the clefts of her buttocks, and I began to stroke softly up between them, running my middle finger up the already lewdly moistened slit of her cunt to spread the flowing cuntal juices back over the forbidden little nether hole.

Irene's body jerked with a soft spasm as she felt my finger move across the sensitive membrane, coming into sudden obscene contact with the tightly contracted little circle. In spite of her shock and fear, her body responded spontaneously with a little undulating quiver, and a soft noise that could have been mistaken for a mewl of pleasure issued from deep in her throat. Then a wilder shudder passed through her body as she felt the pressure increase.

She raised her head, staring straight ahead at the wall as she felt my finger slip right down into the little hole that I’d prepared so well.  It burrowed slowly forward into her rectum in spite of all her attempts to clench her buttocks and contract her anus in resistance. It sank inward to the first knuckle, and then continued the lewd intrusion until it was buried all the way up in her helpless rectal flesh.  But she wasn’t fighting me even though she was still blubbering.

I heard a soft moan that might have been pain from her lips, I flicked my thumb down into the moistly splayed flesh of her cunt, the striking contrast of sensations silencing her protest. Then her buttocks resumed their sensuous undulation as I began to stroke up and down her tingling cunt-lips with my thumb, at the same time probing deep in her rectum with my middle finger.
As the pain-pleasure sensations increased, I saw fresh tears rush to her eyes, but at the same time she was unable to stop the soft gyrations of her hips squirming up and down in a lewdly hunching motion on the bed.  Yes!  She was going to be a great assfuck, too.  She’d give me a wonderful ride no matter how debased she might feel.

Irene gasped in an unwilled protest as I began to withdraw my finger. The tight rubbery walls of her inner rectal flesh seemed to cling to my finger protestingly and my cock throbbed with anticipation as I imagined how that hot channel would squeeze it when I was in her. Her body jerked from the sharp pop as my finger left her completely, then lurched forward as I rolled back on top of her and my finger was suddenly replaced by the blood-filled tip of my cock, prodding right up against the tightness of her helpless anal
entrance.

She felt good under me.  Her ass was marvelous…large, firm twin hemispheres that cushioned my belly as I lay on her and then I came up on my knees and pulled her ass up with me.

“Haven’t you had it this way before, Irene?  Hasn’t one of your lovers initiated you there?”  She didn’t reply, not with words anyway.  Her bent over frame shook with more sobs as I paused to enjoy the sight.  Her dark-haired head was resting on the carpet in the crook of her arm as she stared at the wall beside us.  Her back rose smoothly at an angle from the floor and her hips flared out broadly from her waist.  I placed my hands on the fleshy firmness of her buttocks and spread them apart to reveal the target of my next lewd assault.  The tiny, puckered anus had a finger-sized, dark bullseye, the orifice still open from the finger-fucking I’d given her.  My balls felt again as heavy as before, recharged by the lascivious sight of my secretary’s defenseless ass.

Hot Damn!  She hadn’t been a virgin…not her cunt, anyway, but I was now pretty sure that I’d be the first to get into her asshole and that added to my obscene pleasure.

"Aaaaaaannnngggghhhhh" Irene moaned thrashing her head from side to side as I lunged ruthlessly forward, my cock-head pressing right against the tightly resisting little rectal opening and beginning to worm itself slowly down inside. New tears to rushed to the young woman's eyes as she shivered and trembled beneath me and I thrilled to the sensations as my cock surged hungrily into her tight-fitting rectum.

She was sobbing as she collapsed before my onslaught, her buttocks still jerking in involuntary spasm but I had her hopelessly impaled now. Her body was pinned down to the carpet beneath us and she'd taken my surging rod of flesh to the hilt between her reluctantly upthrust ass-cheeks.  But I wasn’t done.

I reached over and grabbed the small, hard cushion from the sofa and worked it underneath her hips.  I’d done this with Val and knew it was effective as I guided the firm cushion directly under Irene’s mons so that it would press against her clitoris.  With the stage set, I began to drive smoothly into the rubbery tight rectal flesh and her helpless moans of protest gradually began to change, becoming finally mewls of forbidden pleasure as I began to fuck even harder.

She was beginning to move now of her own volition, grinding her pelvis down on the titillating cushion, fucking it with undulating motions that complemented my ass-filling strokes.

"God, you’re tight, Irene" I gasped, grunting and groaning and laboring
above her. "I'm not gonna be able to take much more. You’re wearing the skin right off my cock.” In a sudden movement I slipped my hand in between Irene's belly and the cushion, thrusting my finger up between her thighs to stroke in swift little movements right over the hotly pulsing bud of her clitoris, further increasing the confusing contrast of sensation for the younger woman. Irene sobbed softly, and then moaned even louder, suddenly rocking her buttocks back and pulling her knees up beneath her body, lifting me into the standard "dog fashion" position. The shift in position better exposed her rectum so I could thrust my cock even deeper into the sensitive tightness, and at the same time made it easier for me to reach her clitoris and the pulsating slit of her moistened cunt.

I grunted even more excitedly from my secretary's welcome response, increasing the length of my ass-piercing lunges until I was giving her a series of mighty thrusts deep into her still wildly contracting anus. At the same time, I shoved my middle finger deep into the quivering softness of her cunt and increased the friction of my thumb's rapid stroking over her little twitching clitoral bud.

I could feel the cum begin to well up in my aching balls and I knew it wouldn't be long now until I lost all control. But my secretary was really beginning to respond and I was determined to hold off as long as I possibly could.  If I got her off this way I was sure she’d be mine for whatever I wanted.  I wriggled my hips and pushed her lush asscheeks wider apart so I could gain maximum entry.

I could tell she wanted it now as she screwed her buttocks back hungrily against my deeply invading cock.  I groaned as I felt her anus contract even tighter around the shaft of my cock. I knew I was hurting her and I was trying to hold myself back, but the obscene triumph of watching her wallow in unwilled lust before me along with the sheer intensity of sensation, were more than I could stand. I began to ram into her clasping rectum with even more violent force.

"Oooooohoooooh! Annngggggghhhhhhhh!" Irene moaned before my frenzied assault and I slacked off, reclining my weight heavily against my
secretary's lushly upthrust buttocks, my cock buried to the hilt in the rubbery
tightness of her rectum.

And then she was looking back at me over her shoulder.  Her eyes had a sex-dulled glassiness and her full-lipped mouth gaped like a red cavern, saliova dripping from her shiny lips as she took my thrusts.

 “Yeah baby…take it…love fucking your ass…your cunt…all of you,” I moaned.  “Are you going to cum?”

"Yes," Irene groaned.  “Oh God yeessss!  Fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me harder!" Again Irene dropped her face down onto the floor, her buttocks jerking and waving in complete submission, my cock swelling even larger in her burning rectum as the cum surged in my balls and began its mad dash up the blood-stiffened rod.

Again my surprising secretary rocked backwards, taking my hardness even
deeper, screwing her buttocks in a passionate rotating motion. "Harder," I heard Irene plead in sheer desperation. "Fuck your finger harder into my pussy. Make me cum too."

I slipped three fingers eagerly into the softly parting lips of her already cum-greased and well-fucked flesh, worming them up into the unresisting softness until they were buried to the knuckles in her vagina. Wiggling them deep inside her, I began to finger-fuck swiftly in and out as I felt the last of my own control fading and the cum surged up hotly from my balls and began to splatter in thick squirting droplets deep up in the clasping tightness of her rectum further lubricating the tight orifice until my cock was sliding easily in and out.

"Yes," Irene purred, “Oohhhh Yeessss,” as my shattering lunges became even more intense and the obscenely shooting sperm filled her rectum just as it had filled her cuntal depths less than an hour ago.

The girl’s firm, wide ass sagged, slumped and I followed it down.  I sagged back tiredly on my secretary's still trembling buttocks, feeling the little spasms continue to shake her body for several moments longer. Lying prone beneath me she looked back with a slavish expression in her tear-filled eyes. Her firm frame was jerking delightfully and I realized that she was sobbing.  Then my lust-spent penis began to deflate up in her cum-filled rectum and I withdrew and rolled over tiredly on my back.  But it was late and I had to be up early for work.

“You were wonderful, Irene…but I can’t stay the night.  You’re OK aren’t you?  I mean…like…you won’t feel bad?”

She snuggled close and whispered, “I would, Joe…but it was so wonderful, and she deserves it.  Don’t know why Val would cheat on you but she does.  Often.  Do you know if there’s someone else whre sehe is now?”

”No Irene…and don’t talk about it,” I said, my eyes filling with tears even though now I was being as bad as she.  Without saying much more, I left.

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Irene’s Story – Part 5

I sensed that he felt guilty for what he’d done…not only because he’d cheated on his wife but also because he’d taken unfair advantage of his innocent secretary.  I could barely resist a smile at the thought that he believed I was innocent.  But that was important.  He didn’t feel as big inside me now as before he went off but it still felt good.  Could he fuck me again without a breather?

“Joe…hanh…Joe…hanh…you know you were first, don’t you?  I…hanh… never did it…hanh… before.” I blubbered and I made tears stream down over my face. 

“Does it matter to you, Irene,” he asked.  “And I don’t see any blood,” he added.

“Hanh…but you are…you’re the first…hanh…and it does matter…hanh… Joe…Hanh…It matters a lot,” I sobbed.   I could feel him getting bigger inside me and I wanted him to believe I’d been a virgin.   “I… hanh…it was on a bicycle…hanh…that’s how I… hanh…how I lost… hanh…you know…”

He pulled out and rolled off of me and I got my first look at what he’d had inside me.  My God!  He was huge!

“You believe me, don’t you?  I want you to respect me, Joe…I know I should have stopped you…but you’re too big…too strong.”

 “Damn, Irene, you’re a great fuck,” he said roughly as he slipped his hand down to my pussy and found my clitoris.  “I want more of you, baby,” he said, “And you do too, don’t you?”

“But…hanh….but Joe?  It’s wrong.  You’re married…she’s my friend… what if you made me pregnant?”  I was gazing at his semi-erect tool and I could hardly believe that he’d had that monster up inside me.

“She cheats on me, Irene.  I know she does,” he said.  “You’ll be OK… I’ve had a vasectomy,” he lied.  That made me feel better, like I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t being exactly honest.

“I know but…hanh…but…but,” I began to blubber.  “I know she cheats,” I lied.  I had to act like I was truly distraught and unable to resist his advances.

“You’re not…like….you didn’t…Val told me…you could still get me pregnant,” I blubbered.  I wanted him to know I knew he was lying to me.  He kissed me again and I guess I sort of gave in.

“It will be safe this time, darling,” he said.  “There’s a way.  I want you on your knees and we’ll…you know…we’ll do it that way.”

It dawned on me then what he had in mind and’ as if to ensure that I understood, he slid a hand under me and wormed it between the cheeks of my ass.  I raised my hips and tried to escape although his finger rubbing on my anus was giving me hot, thrilling sensations. Then there was a sharp pain and I arched my hips upward in an attempt to escape the lewd and painful impalement, I heard myself scream "Aaaannnngggghhhh, it hurts, it hurts!" and that time I wasn’t acting.

Joe ignored my protest and all of a sudden it felt good.  I began to squirm and push my ass back at his fingers while he finger-fucked both my ass and my cunt. 

“You mean…no…Oh God no, Joe.  You can’t!  I won’t!” I protested loudly.  I was afraid but perversely turned on by the thought of taking that huge cock up inside my ass.

“You will, Irene.  You know you will.  The idea turns you on, doesn’t it?  You want me to fuck you in the ass.”

Does Val let you? I asked.

“Of course she does,” he replied but I still wasn’t sure he was telling the truth.  I just lay there motionless, waiting, my eyes tightly closed and my ass-cheeks clenching in fear.

His finger was moving inside me in spite of all my attempts to clench my buttocks and contract my anus in resistance. But I wasn’t really fighting him even though I was still blubbering.

He pulled his finger out of my ass and I felt a mix of relief and disappointment at the loss.  Then I let him roll me over so that I was lying face down.  I felt totally naked and defenseless lying like that and I tensed, wondering how he would proceed.  His hand was gentle as he felt up between my legs and especially in the crack of my ass.  When he touched my bumhole it sent little shivers of pleasure through me and I was suddenly looking forward to what he was going to do.  I lifted my head and looked at the wall as I felt his finger pushing into me.  I know I sort of whimpered at the feelings he was giving me.

In spite of liking what he did I was scared too and I tried to clench my asscheeks to stop him from going in deeper.  But he was in control.  His finger was going deeper and deeper and I couldn’t fight him.  And then he was touching my pussy too and I wanted to fuck.  I began to move as if I was on top of him fucking him and her got a finger up inside my vagina.

I think I protested when he pulled his hand away but then his heavy weight was on top of me and I could feel his hot, hard cock slipping between my buttocks.  Oh God!  He was so big!  Could I take it?

His hand went under my middle and he lifted me so I was kneeling like a bitch with a male dog.

“Haven’t you had it this way before, Irene?” he asked me.  I guess I started to sob then, as much from my failure to convince him I was virgin as from the humiliation of being treated like an animal. 

"Aaaaaaannnngggghhhhh" I moaned thrashed my head from side to side as I felt the pain when he began to enter me.  It brought more tears to my eyes when he rammed his big cock way up into me and I collapsed under him.  I felt totally helpless and dominated as I never had before and, when he pulled a cushion over to slip it under me I was like a puppet in my acquiescence.

My sobs changed to moans of pleasure as he began to drive smoothly into my asshole.  The cushion was under my muff and I discovered that if I moved right I could get pleasure from it too.  And then I was fucking the cushion while Joe fucked my asshole and I loved it. 

"God, you’re tight, Irene" he gasped, groaning and laboring on top of me.  Did he know he was getting my ass-cherry?  Probably. "I'm not gonna be able to take much more. You’re wearing the skin right off my cock.” And then his finger was on my clitoris and it was lots better than the cushion.

In my excitement I got stronger and I got up on my knees even though I was supporting his heavy weight too.  He ground against me and I’m sure he got every centimeter of that big cock up into my bowels.  He rammed faster and harder and I felt like I was his slave.  I looked back at him and the sight of the big man who was riding me like an animal was totally, supremely intimidating.  .

 “Yeah baby…take it…love fucking your ass…your cunt…all of you,” I heard him moan.  “Are you going to cum?”

"Yes," I groaned.  “Oh God yeessss!  Fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me harder!" and I dropped my face down onto the floor in complete submission.  He’d never believe I was a virgin, talking like that but I was too far gone now to care.  "Fuck your finger harder into my pussy. Make me cum too."

And then as wave after wave of hot bliss washed over me I felt his cock inside me and I knew he was cumming too.  I was too weak to support him and I fell forward with his body welded to mine, pinned to me by the hard, fleshy rivet of his cock. 

I looked back at him again and my eyes filled with tears as I realized how complete his control over me was.  It wasn’t supposed to be that way.  I sobbed but my sobs were partly to get his sympathy.  Too soon for me he pulled out and lay beside me on the bed.

“You were wonderful, Irene…but I can’t stay the night.” He said and I was disappointed.  I was pretty well fucked out but I wanted to somehow cement our relationship. 

I snuggled close and whispered, “I’d feel guilty , Joe…but it was so wonderful, and she deserves it.  Don’t know why Val would cheat on you but she does.  Often.  Do you know if there’s someone else where she is now?”  That ought to cinch things, I thought.  I saw tears in his eyes and that bothered me but they say no pain, no gain so I had to accept it. 

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CONFESSIONS

Chapter Five Synopsis – Irene gets assfucked for the first time and becomes totally dominated and submissive. 

Chapter Five

    Secretarial Sex Slave

Joe’s Story – Part 2

I  felt terribly guilty for what I’d done…not only because I’d cheated on Val but also because I thought I’d taken unfair advantage of my innocent secretary.  Or was she?  Right then she was lying limply under me like she was unconscious except that she was sort of sobbing and her cunt gave an occasional squeezing twitch on my deflating cock.

“Joe…hanh…Joe…hanh…you know you were first, don’t you?  I…hanh… never did it…hanh… before.” Irene blubbered as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. 

“Does it matter to you, Irene,” I asked in a soft voice for, as I thought about how she’d fucked me, I decided that I was definitely not the first inside that hairy, juicy twat.  “And I don’t see any blood,” I added although I knew that the absence of a cherry wasn’t conclusive evidence of non-virginity.

“Hanh…but you are…you’re the first…hanh…and it does matter…hanh… Joe…Hanh…It matters a lot,” my secretary sobbed and I was enjoying her sobs in a way she’d never have dreamed of.  Each time her firm body shook with a sobbing spasm her cuntsheath gave my cock a delightful, little massage and she was getting me hard again before I even softened.  “I… hanh…it was on a bicycle…hanh…that’s how I… hanh…how I lost… hanh…you know…”

Did the bicycle teach her how to move, too?  I wanted to ask that but didn’t.   I was sure that she’d had more than a bicycle seat fucking her hairy pussy and I must admit I was a bit disappointed that I hadn’t been her first and that she wasn’t the ‘nice girl’ she pretended to be.  And the fact that I’d felt guilty about fucking her was beginning to add anger to my emotional load.

I rolled off of her limp body and the sight of her naked body lying there with her long, shapely legs still splayed sent the blood rushing back to my cum-numbed prick..

“You believe me, don’t you?  I want you to respect me, Joe…I know I should have stopped you…but you’re too big…too strong.”

Was she trying to pretend I’d forced her?  “Damn, Irene, you’re a great fuck,” I said roughly as I slipped my hand down to her bushy quim and found her clitoris with my index finger.  “I want more of you, baby,” I said crudely and as I felt a responsive tic of her hips I added, “And you do too, don’t you?”

“But…hanh….but Joe?  It’s wrong.  You’re married…she’s my friend… what if you made me pregnant?”  She was gazing at my semi-erect tool and I could see an expression in her eyes that might have been awe or fear or some other undefined emotion but, whatever it was, it added to my arousal.

“She cheats on me, Irene.  I know she does,” I lied.  “You’ll be OK… I’ve had a vasectomy,” I lied again.  I flexed my cock and made it jump slightly and Irene flinched.

“I know but…hanh…I know she cheats…but…but,” and she began to blubber.  That added to her desirability.  Maybe she was truly distraught at her inability to resist my advances.  How far could I push her?

“You’re not…like….you didn’t…Val told me…you could still get me pregnant,” Irene blubbered wetly and I stopped her words with my mouth on hers.  I was kind of enjoying her submissive compliance and then I raised my lips from her tear-wet face.

“It will be safe this time, darling,” I said in a deceptively soft tone.  “There’s a way.  I want you on your knees and we’ll…you know…we’ll do it that way.”

While I fingered her sloppy, cum-greased pussy I slid my other hand under her and wormed it between the moons of her ass.  As I dipped my middle finger toward her anus, found it and she arched her hips upward to escape this new invasion.  The excess juices from our copulation had lubricated the tight puckered anal ring, and I probed experimentally for a moment. Then I thrust forward with my middle finger, hard, feeling the rubbery opening yield slightly; suddenly, the nether ring gave way completely, and my finger slid in up to the first knuckle in the tight elasticity of her hot anal passage. Irene leapt her body upward at the sudden, lancing pain of my digital entrance. And then she was screaming at me, saying, "Aaaannnngggghhhh, it hurts, it hurts!"

Ignoring her protest I thrust again, sinking my finger to the second knuckle and then, despite her cries, I felt Irene suddenly begin to screw her buttocks back down on my worming finger until it was sunk to the palm of my hand. I waggled it inside her fleshy passage, eliciting more cries of pain and passion from her.

“You mean…no…Oh God no, Joe.  You can’t!  I won’t!”

“You will, Irene.  You know you will.  The idea turns you on, doesn’t it?  You want me to fuck you in the ass.”

“Does Val let you?”  She sounded really young and timid.

“Of course she does, Irene.  Everyone does this.”

Irene lay motionless, waiting, her eyes tightly closed to hold back the tears and I felt her naked ass-cheeks clenching in fear against my hand as she awaited the lewdest and most obscene ravishment she would ever be subjected to in her life.

I trembled in anticipation, finally pulling my finger out of her tight asshole and rolling her limp frame over so that she lay face down, her lush, naked buttocks standing high and ready for riding.  Propping myself up on my elbow I gazed hungrily down the length of my secretary's prone body, my attention focused as on the forbidden dark crack of her defensively clenched ass-cheeks. My hand moved hesitantly to her thighs just below the clefts of her buttocks, and I began to stroke softly up between them, running my middle finger up the already lewdly moistened slit of her cunt to spread the flowing cuntal juices back over the forbidden little nether hole.

Irene's body jerked with a soft spasm as she felt my finger move across the sensitive membrane, coming into sudden obscene contact with the tightly contracted little circle. In spite of her shock and fear, her body responded spontaneously with a little undulating quiver, and a soft noise that could have been mistaken for a mewl of pleasure issued from deep in her throat. Then a wilder shudder passed through her body as she felt the pressure increase.

She raised her head, staring straight ahead at the wall as she felt my finger slip right down into the little hole that I’d prepared so well.  It burrowed slowly forward into her rectum in spite of all her attempts to clench her buttocks and contract her anus in resistance. It sank inward to the first knuckle, and then continued the lewd intrusion until it was buried all the way up in her helpless rectal flesh.  But she wasn’t fighting me even though she was still blubbering.

I heard a soft moan that might have been pain from her lips, I flicked my thumb down into the moistly splayed flesh of her cunt, the striking contrast of sensations silencing her protest. Then her buttocks resumed their sensuous undulation as I began to stroke up and down her tingling cunt-lips with my thumb, at the same time probing deep in her rectum with my middle finger.
As the pain-pleasure sensations increased, I saw fresh tears rush to her eyes, but at the same time she was unable to stop the soft gyrations of her hips squirming up and down in a lewdly hunching motion on the bed.  Yes!  She was going to be a great assfuck, too.  She’d give me a wonderful ride no matter how debased she might feel.

Irene gasped in an unwilled protest as I began to withdraw my finger. The tight rubbery walls of her inner rectal flesh seemed to cling to my finger protestingly and my cock throbbed with anticipation as I imagined how that hot channel would squeeze it when I was in her. Her body jerked from the sharp pop as my finger left her completely, then lurched forward as I rolled back on top of her and my finger was suddenly replaced by the blood-filled tip of my cock, prodding right up against the tightness of her helpless anal
entrance.

She felt good under me.  Her ass was marvelous…large, firm twin hemispheres that cushioned my belly as I lay on her and then I came up on my knees and pulled her ass up with me.

“Haven’t you had it this way before, Irene?  Hasn’t one of your lovers initiated you there?”  She didn’t reply, not with words anyway.  Her bent over frame shook with more sobs as I paused to enjoy the sight.  Her dark-haired head was resting on the carpet in the crook of her arm as she stared at the wall beside us.  Her back rose smoothly at an angle from the floor and her hips flared out broadly from her waist.  I placed my hands on the fleshy firmness of her buttocks and spread them apart to reveal the target of my next lewd assault.  The tiny, puckered anus had a finger-sized, dark bullseye, the orifice still open from the finger-fucking I’d given her.  My balls felt again as heavy as before, recharged by the lascivious sight of my secretary’s defenseless ass.

Hot Damn!  She hadn’t been a virgin…not her cunt, anyway, but I was now pretty sure that I’d be the first to get into her asshole and that added to my obscene pleasure.

"Aaaaaaannnngggghhhhh" Irene moaned thrashing her head from side to side as I lunged ruthlessly forward, my cock-head pressing right against the tightly resisting little rectal opening and beginning to worm itself slowly down inside. New tears to rushed to the young woman's eyes as she shivered and trembled beneath me and I thrilled to the sensations as my cock surged hungrily into her tight-fitting rectum.

She was sobbing as she collapsed before my onslaught, her buttocks still jerking in involuntary spasm but I had her hopelessly impaled now. Her body was pinned down to the carpet beneath us and she'd taken my surging rod of flesh to the hilt between her reluctantly upthrust ass-cheeks.  But I wasn’t done.

I reached over and grabbed the small, hard cushion from the sofa and worked it underneath her hips.  I’d done this with Val and knew it was effective as I guided the firm cushion directly under Irene’s mons so that it would press against her clitoris.  With the stage set, I began to drive smoothly into the rubbery tight rectal flesh and her helpless moans of protest gradually began to change, becoming finally mewls of forbidden pleasure as I began to fuck even harder.

She was beginning to move now of her own volition, grinding her pelvis down on the titillating cushion, fucking it with undulating motions that complemented my ass-filling strokes.

"God, you’re tight, Irene" I gasped, grunting and groaning and laboring
above her. "I'm not gonna be able to take much more. You’re wearing the skin right off my cock.” In a sudden movement I slipped my hand in between Irene's belly and the cushion, thrusting my finger up between her thighs to stroke in swift little movements right over the hotly pulsing bud of her clitoris, further increasing the confusing contrast of sensation for the younger woman. Irene sobbed softly, and then moaned even louder, suddenly rocking her buttocks back and pulling her knees up beneath her body, lifting me into the standard "dog fashion" position. The shift in position better exposed her rectum so I could thrust my cock even deeper into the sensitive tightness, and at the same time made it easier for me to reach her clitoris and the pulsating slit of her moistened cunt.

I grunted even more excitedly from my secretary's welcome response, increasing the length of my ass-piercing lunges until I was giving her a series of mighty thrusts deep into her still wildly contracting anus. At the same time, I shoved my middle finger deep into the quivering softness of her cunt and increased the friction of my thumb's rapid stroking over her little twitching clitoral bud.

I could feel the cum begin to well up in my aching balls and I knew it wouldn't be long now until I lost all control. But my secretary was really beginning to respond and I was determined to hold off as long as I possibly could.  If I got her off this way I was sure she’d be mine for whatever I wanted.  I wriggled my hips and pushed her lush asscheeks wider apart so I could gain maximum entry.

I could tell she wanted it now as she screwed her buttocks back hungrily against my deeply invading cock.  I groaned as I felt her anus contract even tighter around the shaft of my cock. I knew I was hurting her and I was trying to hold myself back, but the obscene triumph of watching her wallow in unwilled lust before me along with the sheer intensity of sensation, were more than I could stand. I began to ram into her clasping rectum with even more violent force.

"Oooooohoooooh! Annngggggghhhhhhhh!" Irene moaned before my frenzied assault and I slacked off, reclining my weight heavily against my
secretary's lushly upthrust buttocks, my cock buried to the hilt in the rubbery
tightness of her rectum.

And then she was looking back at me over her shoulder.  Her eyes had a sex-dulled glassiness and her full-lipped mouth gaped like a red cavern, saliova dripping from her shiny lips as she took my thrusts.

 “Yeah baby…take it…love fucking your ass…your cunt…all of you,” I moaned.  “Are you going to cum?”

"Yes," Irene groaned.  “Oh God yeessss!  Fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me harder!" Again Irene dropped her face down onto the floor, her buttocks jerking and waving in complete submission, my cock swelling even larger in her burning rectum as the cum surged in my balls and began its mad dash up the blood-stiffened rod.

Again my surprising secretary rocked backwards, taking my hardness even
deeper, screwing her buttocks in a passionate rotating motion. "Harder," I heard Irene plead in sheer desperation. "Fuck your finger harder into my pussy. Make me cum too."

I slipped three fingers eagerly into the softly parting lips of her already cum-greased and well-fucked flesh, worming them up into the unresisting softness until they were buried to the knuckles in her vagina. Wiggling them deep inside her, I began to finger-fuck swiftly in and out as I felt the last of my own control fading and the cum surged up hotly from my balls and began to splatter in thick squirting droplets deep up in the clasping tightness of her rectum further lubricating the tight orifice until my cock was sliding easily in and out.

"Yes," Irene purred, “Oohhhh Yeessss,” as my shattering lunges became even more intense and the obscenely shooting sperm filled her rectum just as it had filled her cuntal depths less than an hour ago.

The girl’s firm, wide ass sagged, slumped and I followed it down.  I sagged back tiredly on my secretary's still trembling buttocks, feeling the little spasms continue to shake her body for several moments longer. Lying prone beneath me she looked back with a slavish expression in her tear-filled eyes. Her firm frame was jerking delightfully and I realized that she was sobbing.  Then my lust-spent penis began to deflate up in her cum-filled rectum and I withdrew and rolled over tiredly on my back.  But it was late and I had to be up early for work.

“You were wonderful, Irene…but I can’t stay the night.  You’re OK aren’t you?  I mean…like…you won’t feel bad?”

She snuggled close and whispered, “I would, Joe…but it was so wonderful, and she deserves it.  Don’t know why Val would cheat on you but she does.  Often.  Do you know if there’s someone else whre sehe is now?”

”No Irene…and don’t talk about it,” I said, my eyes filling with tears even though now I was being as bad as she.  Without saying much more, I left.

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Irene’s Story – Part 5

I sensed that he felt guilty for what he’d done…not only because he’d cheated on his wife but also because he’d taken unfair advantage of his innocent secretary.  I could barely resist a smile at the thought that he believed I was innocent.  But that was important.  He didn’t feel as big inside me now as before he went off but it still felt good.  Could he fuck me again without a breather?

“Joe…hanh…Joe…hanh…you know you were first, don’t you?  I…hanh… never did it…hanh… before.” I blubbered and I made tears stream down over my face. 

“Does it matter to you, Irene,” he asked.  “And I don’t see any blood,” he added.

“Hanh…but you are…you’re the first…hanh…and it does matter…hanh… Joe…Hanh…It matters a lot,” I sobbed.   I could feel him getting bigger inside me and I wanted him to believe I’d been a virgin.   “I… hanh…it was on a bicycle…hanh…that’s how I… hanh…how I lost… hanh…you know…”

He pulled out and rolled off of me and I got my first look at what he’d had inside me.  My God!  He was huge!

“You believe me, don’t you?  I want you to respect me, Joe…I know I should have stopped you…but you’re too big…too strong.”

 “Damn, Irene, you’re a great fuck,” he said roughly as he slipped his hand down to my pussy and found my clitoris.  “I want more of you, baby,” he said, “And you do too, don’t you?”

“But…hanh….but Joe?  It’s wrong.  You’re married…she’s my friend… what if you made me pregnant?”  I was gazing at his semi-erect tool and I could hardly believe that he’d had that monster up inside me.

“She cheats on me, Irene.  I know she does,” he said.  “You’ll be OK… I’ve had a vasectomy,” he lied.  That made me feel better, like I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t being exactly honest.

“I know but…hanh…but…but,” I began to blubber.  “I know she cheats,” I lied.  I had to act like I was truly distraught and unable to resist his advances.

“You’re not…like….you didn’t…Val told me…you could still get me pregnant,” I blubbered.  I wanted him to know I knew he was lying to me.  He kissed me again and I guess I sort of gave in.

“It will be safe this time, darling,” he said.  “There’s a way.  I want you on your knees and we’ll…you know…we’ll do it that way.”

It dawned on me then what he had in mind and’ as if to ensure that I understood, he slid a hand under me and wormed it between the cheeks of my ass.  I raised my hips and tried to escape although his finger rubbing on my anus was giving me hot, thrilling sensations. Then there was a sharp pain and I arched my hips upward in an attempt to escape the lewd and painful impalement, I heard myself scream "Aaaannnngggghhhh, it hurts, it hurts!" and that time I wasn’t acting.

Joe ignored my protest and all of a sudden it felt good.  I began to squirm and push my ass back at his fingers while he finger-fucked both my ass and my cunt. 

“You mean…no…Oh God no, Joe.  You can’t!  I won’t!” I protested loudly.  I was afraid but perversely turned on by the thought of taking that huge cock up inside my ass.

“You will, Irene.  You know you will.  The idea turns you on, doesn’t it?  You want me to fuck you in the ass.”

Does Val let you? I asked.

“Of course she does,” he replied but I still wasn’t sure he was telling the truth.  I just lay there motionless, waiting, my eyes tightly closed and my ass-cheeks clenching in fear.

His finger was moving inside me in spite of all my attempts to clench my buttocks and contract my anus in resistance. But I wasn’t really fighting him even though I was still blubbering.

He pulled his finger out of my ass and I felt a mix of relief and disappointment at the loss.  Then I let him roll me over so that I was lying face down.  I felt totally naked and defenseless lying like that and I tensed, wondering how he would proceed.  His hand was gentle as he felt up between my legs and especially in the crack of my ass.  When he touched my bumhole it sent little shivers of pleasure through me and I was suddenly looking forward to what he was going to do.  I lifted my head and looked at the wall as I felt his finger pushing into me.  I know I sort of whimpered at the feelings he was giving me.

In spite of liking what he did I was scared too and I tried to clench my asscheeks to stop him from going in deeper.  But he was in control.  His finger was going deeper and deeper and I couldn’t fight him.  And then he was touching my pussy too and I wanted to fuck.  I began to move as if I was on top of him fucking him and her got a finger up inside my vagina.

I think I protested when he pulled his hand away but then his heavy weight was on top of me and I could feel his hot, hard cock slipping between my buttocks.  Oh God!  He was so big!  Could I take it?

His hand went under my middle and he lifted me so I was kneeling like a bitch with a male dog.

“Haven’t you had it this way before, Irene?” he asked me.  I guess I started to sob then, as much from my failure to convince him I was virgin as from the humiliation of being treated like an animal. 

"Aaaaaaannnngggghhhhh" I moaned thrashed my head from side to side as I felt the pain when he began to enter me.  It brought more tears to my eyes when he rammed his big cock way up into me and I collapsed under him.  I felt totally helpless and dominated as I never had before and, when he pulled a cushion over to slip it under me I was like a puppet in my acquiescence.

My sobs changed to moans of pleasure as he began to drive smoothly into my asshole.  The cushion was under my muff and I discovered that if I moved right I could get pleasure from it too.  And then I was fucking the cushion while Joe fucked my asshole and I loved it. 

"God, you’re tight, Irene" he gasped, groaning and laboring on top of me.  Did he know he was getting my ass-cherry?  Probably. "I'm not gonna be able to take much more. You’re wearing the skin right off my cock.” And then his finger was on my clitoris and it was lots better than the cushion.

In my excitement I got stronger and I got up on my knees even though I was supporting his heavy weight too.  He ground against me and I’m sure he got every centimeter of that big cock up into my bowels.  He rammed faster and harder and I felt like I was his slave.  I looked back at him and the sight of the big man who was riding me like an animal was totally, supremely intimidating.  .

 “Yeah baby…take it…love fucking your ass…your cunt…all of you,” I heard him moan.  “Are you going to cum?”

"Yes," I groaned.  “Oh God yeessss!  Fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me harder!" and I dropped my face down onto the floor in complete submission.  He’d never believe I was a virgin, talking like that but I was too far gone now to care.  "Fuck your finger harder into my pussy. Make me cum too."

And then as wave after wave of hot bliss washed over me I felt his cock inside me and I knew he was cumming too.  I was too weak to support him and I fell forward with his body welded to mine, pinned to me by the hard, fleshy rivet of his cock. 

I looked back at him again and my eyes filled with tears as I realized how complete his control over me was.  It wasn’t supposed to be that way.  I sobbed but my sobs were partly to get his sympathy.  Too soon for me he pulled out and lay beside me on the bed.

“You were wonderful, Irene…but I can’t stay the night.” He said and I was disappointed.  I was pretty well fucked out but I wanted to somehow cement our relationship. 

I snuggled close and whispered, “I’d feel guilty , Joe…but it was so wonderful, and she deserves it.  Don’t know why Val would cheat on you but she does.  Often.  Do you know if there’s someone else where she is now?”  That ought to cinch things, I thought.  I saw tears in his eyes and that bothered me but they say no pain, no gain so I had to accept it. 

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CONFESSIONS

Chapter Six Synopsis – Joe discovers that Irene lied to him and he forces her to deepthroat him and suck him off. 

Chapter Six

    Secretarial Sucker

Joe’s Story Part 3

It was late when I got up off the floor and helped Irene to her bed.  Even though she’d drained me with her snug cunt and tight ass I felt a stirring in my groin from her submissiveness.  For no particular reason I peeked in her roommate’s bedroom before I left and I got a shock.

On the other girl’s bed was a sheet of paper that I picked up and read.  The message was brief but quite clear.  Irene was telling her to be away tonight so she had been lying when she pretended surprise that her roommate was away.  And that confirmed that Irene wasn’t quite the nice girl she pretended to be.  She’d set up the seduction only it was I, not she who was seduced.  I was annoyed and disappointed.

That night when I got home I did another despicable thing.  I accessed Val’s private files on our computer.  I’d known her password for some time but I knew it would be very wrong to access her private correspondence.  Now though, after being told that she was cheating on me, I thought it was OK to look.

I didn’t have to look far.  I found a file called Diary and that’s what it was.  Neater than the old-fashioned little book, Val’s diary was for the most part rather boring.  Except when she wrote about our lovemaking (awesome) and most importantly, where she wrote about Irene.

Sep 21 – Dear Diary, I’m scared.  Irene acts like she’s a ‘nice girl’ but I think it’s just an act.  I’ve seen how she looks at Joe and I’m sure she wants to go to bed with him.  I don’t trust her at all.  (I’m awful, though.  I made extra noise the last time she stayed overnight so she’d know what a great lover he is.  That was stupid, wasn’t it?)  But I think she’s a scheming bitch.

Sep 28 – Dear Diary, I guess I wasn’t fair to Irene when I wrote my last entry.  She’s had a hard life.  Her brother raped her when she was only fourteen and he made her do it (she said ‘he fucked me’) until he left home.  So she hates men except she says Joe is OK because I’m her best friend and he’s married to me.  I was kind of scared that Joe might try to….you know….but now I’m sure Irene wouldn’t let him do anything even if he tried.  Would she tell me if he made a move on her?  I’m glad she’s my friend.

I was furious.  That bitch had not only set it up so I’d fuck her but she’d also made me think that Val was cheating and that I had taken advantage of her, my innocent, young secretary.  I wanted to fire her right then but that wasn’t enough.  I wanted to hurt her, humiliate her.

I stayed away from her all day.  The weekend was coming and I needed to get my head in order so I wouldn’t do something I’d regret.  On Monday I waited until quitting time and then I ordered Irene to come to my office.

“I know you weren’t a virgin,” I said.  “Virgins don’t move their asses like you did when they’re fucked for the first time… and I sure never had a cherry who pulled me in deep like you did.  Your brother trained you well.” When I said that she just stood there and took it but that sexy, full lower lip began to quiver like she might cry.  Good, I thought because I wanted to hurt her. 

I walked past her and locked the door and then grabbed her and began unbuttoning her blouse.  She helped me and in only a few seconds she was standing there completely nude.  She had a good figure even though her tits were not as large as I liked.  But her hips flared out nicely from a narrow waist and she had huge nipples that were already sticking out from her tits like little cannons.  I was mad at her but the thought of fucking her again had me hard already. But I wanted her mouth first.

“Get on your knees Irene.  I’m going to fuck that sexy mouth of yours,” I said and I leaned back against the desk and pushed her down to her knees in front of me.  I dropped my pants and my cock stood out as hard as last night.

I grabbed her head by her hair and pulled her face closer. It was obvious that she’d sucked cock before because her mouth opened and she let my cock push inside. God it felt good.  She wrapped those sexy lips around me and looked up at me with big, cow-like eyes.  I said something then, some appreciative comment, and I began to use her head like a boy uses his hand when he jerks off.  And I felt her tighten her lip-grip as I did that.  Damn.  She was going to be good.  I could tell.

But I wanted deeper.  I wanted to get all the way into her mouth and throat.  I hauled her closer and felt a delightful jolt when the tip of my cock bumped the back of her mouth.  She gagged but I didn’t let up.   “Glanngh….too deep,” she protested but I wasn’t about to stop. 

“Deeper, bitch.  You’re going to take it all the way,” I said demandingly and pulled her head closer again.  This time I felt the thrilling sensation as her throat closed around my knob and she gagged louder.  I waited, enjoying the spasms that her gagging transmitted to the sensitive tip of my tool.  I let her back away slightly and then slowly I hauled her head in closer.  She gagged again but, centimeter by centimeter I progressed deeper into what I suspected was a virgin throat.  And then suddenly her throat seemed to relax and it was like breaking a cherry…my cock sank full length into her mouth and throat.  She gagged again and again and it felt great, like her throat was sucking me, and she looked up at me with those big, submissive, cow-like eyes.

And then I began to doubt that I was getting a throat-cherry.  She tightened her lips and massaged the base of my cock with tiny strokes back and forth.  She seemed to be struggling to breathe so I let her back off enough for that and then she rotated her head and did all kinds of wonderful things with her lips and tongue.  Even the sounds were sexy.  Juices were drooling from her mouth and soft, wet, slushy sounds were coming from her as I fucked her sexy maw.

“Damn Irene…you’re a great cocksucker,” I told her.  “Your brother taught you well…or someone…you must have sucked a lot of cocks to be as good as this.” I pulled her face hard against me and she struggled like she was having trouble breathing and the resultant gagging added to my obscene pleasure.

“Yeaah baby…that feels good,” and then she suddenly relaxed again like when she deepthroated me first. I began to use her slowly and deliberately, pushing into her throat while I felt her tongue and lips teasing me.  It was too much.  The semen was boiling in my balls and once again I hauled her face hard against my groin and rammed my cock all the way into her throat.

She seemed to know what was coming (cumming?) as she worked her lips on the base of my cock as if she was trying to swallow all of me and she gave a little tug on my sac.  I exploded and her eyes widened when I let go the first blast.  She tried to pull back but I wouldn’t let her and she began to swallow.  I began then to fuck with full-length strokes into her mouth and she sucked me like a vacuum cleaner.  She swallowed noisily and looked up at me like she was my slave…my very own sex-slave.

Irene’s Story Part 6

I was in love.  Joe had made me feel so special and he was so big and masterful.  I wanted him to stay the rest of the night but he had to go.  I could hardly wait for the next time and I was sure there’d be a next time.  I know I was awful to tell him that Val was cheating on him but as they say, ‘all’s fair in love and war’.

I went ‘home’ for the weekend, wondering if being in love with my boss was such a good idea.  Bill was home too and I decided I should have him as a possible antidote to my infatuation with Joe.  It didn’t work.  I still wanted to be with, to please Joe even after I’d screwed my big brother’s brains out.

I was disappointed when Joe didn’t come by my desk on Monday.  Was he going to ignore me?  I sat there and stewed all day until, right at quitting time, he called and asked me…told me…to come to his office.

“You’re a lying bitch,” he said harshly as soon as I entered his office.  “But you’re a good fuck.” 

At that moment I was in awe…and a bit afraid.  He was angry with me but I didn’t know why. I idolized him and I was eager to do whatever he wanted. He locked the door and I knew then that even if he was mad at me, he was going to fuck me again and that was all I wanted.

“I know you weren’t a virgin,” Joe said in the same harsh voice.  “Virgins don’t move their asses like you did when they’re fucked for the first time… and I sure never had a cherry who pulled me in deep like you did.  Your brother trained you well,” and as he said that he began roughly to strip off my clothes. And I helped him.  Val must have told him what I’d said about Bill fucking…raping me.

“Get on your knees Irene.  I’m going to fuck that sexy mouth of yours, he said as he leaned back against the desk and forced me to my knees in front of him.  I was completely naked and as I knelt submissively…and excitedly too…he dropped his pants and his lovely, big cock stood out as hard as last night when he’d had it all inside me.

I’d sucked Bill’s cock of course but he hadn’t prepared me for what Joe was going to do.  Roughly he grabbed my head, using my rather short hair as his handles and he pulled my face to his groin.  There was already a drip of clear liquid hanging from the tip and I could see his taut foreskin partly covering the purple knob and then it was in my mouth.

When I got my lips wrapped around his penis I heard him moan and I knew he liked it.  I’d show him how good I could be even though I didn’t have a lot of experience at this.

“Oh yeaah, Baby.  That’s the way,” he said but the harshness of his voice was softened by lust.  Using my hair as handles he moved my head back and forth and I like the feel of his hot hardness sliding in and out.  I compressed my lips around it and let it slide over my tongue.

“Glangh,” I gagged when he pulled my head too close and the tip of his penis bumped the back of my mouth.  “Glanngh….too deep,” I protested.  At that moment I still didn’t grasp what was in store for me.

“Deeper, bitch.  You’re going to take it all the way,” Joe said in a voice that demanded obedience.  And I wanted to obey.  I wanted to please him.  He pulled my head closer again and his hardness pushed into my throat.  I gagged.  Thankfully he didn't rush me or make sudden moves. I wonder who else he’d taught to deepthroat.  He stayed quiet but he continued to force my head closer. The gagging this caused was unpleasant but when it happened he let me back off for a moment before pulling my head closer again.  Each time I tried to take him in a little deeper. The feel and taste of him in my mouth was turning me on, fueling an intense desire to take all of him inside my mouth like I’d taken him in my vagina and my bottom last night. My final surrender was effortless. One moment I was struggling, gagging, and the next as he made one easy push I took the rest of him into my throat. His extreme thickness filled my throat so completely that I couldn’t breathe. As a result, I gagged again and again but I kept him fully inside, letting the wonder of the moment run its course while at the same time waiting for my gag reflex to cease.

I looked up at him, at his handsome face which, at that moment had an inscrutable expression.  Was I doing what he wanted?  I didn’t know but then, using my hair-handles he began to move my head back and forth again, fucking my mouth the way he’d fucked my cunt and ass.

The friction caused by the wet, sliding contact of his thickly veined cock with my tightly wrapped lips triggered a warm sensation that ran from my lips to my clitoris. When I took him all the way in, the heat and the thickness of him made my head swirl. I tightened my lips and massaged the base of him with tiny strokes back and forth, breathing carefully through my nose when he pushed my head away, rotating my head at times to create more friction, changing the pace when needed but keeping it steadfast and unflagging. I sucked the swollen head of his cock, stimulating the skin underneath with my tongue.  I watched him all the time as I did this and his pleasure was evident from the way he looked at me.

I felt something hot and wet on my naked breasts and realized that a veritable stream of liquid was drooling from where my mouth gripped the slowly fucking penis.  Was it my saliva or his juices?  I didn’t know but I was suddenly also aware of the slushy, slurping sounds I was making as I sucked him.  Was I like the woman in the movie Deepthroat?  Was I going to cum by having my mouth fucked?

No longer worried about choking, I devoted all my attention to giving my boss pleasure. I guess I had a knack for it because I learned how to lap with my tongue, how to move my lips, how to introduce variety, how to swallow, how to caress different parts of the shaft, how to use my teeth. 

“Damn Irene…you’re a great cocksucker,” I heard him say and then I felt momentarily sick when he added, “Your brother taught you well…or someone…you must have sucked a lot of cocks to be as good as this.”

I didn’t like hearing those words and I wanted to protest but I couldn’t…not with my mouth full of his cock.  I’d tell him later.  There was nothing soft or gentle in the way he was looking down at me. He was tense and determined and I felt him grow tense.  He pulled my face hard against his pelvis and the combination of his throat-filling cock and his hairy bush rammed against my nose made me think I was going to smother.  I fought to pull away but he was too strong and I panicked and gagged horribly.

“Yeaah baby…that feels good,” he panted and even though my throat was locked in a spasm and was emitting grotesque choking sounds I knew I had to surrender completely, to give in to the assault in my throat.

As soon as I did this my throat relaxed and I felt gratitude. My throat released its hold on him, allowing me to breathe once again. I could feel sexual energy moving through my lips and tongue as I closed more tightly around him.  He was content now to use me slowly and deliberately, pushing into my throat with purpose but without much force, while I lashed at him with my tongue and pressed with my lips. Sometimes he would have me nibble and suck the head of his cock, but most of the time he was all the way in so I could work the base. Even though I’d done this before…except for the deepthroating part, I knew moments before he was going to cum. Nevertheless I was surprised when he hauled my face hard against his pelvis and rammed his thick cock all the way into my throat. 

I worked my lips on the base of his maleness as if I was trying to swallow all of him and I sort of tugged on his balls that were dangling under my chin.  He erupted and I was surprised at the warmth, the thickness, and the heaviness of the semen.  Not knowing what else to do, I swallowed everything, utterly lost in a swirl of sensations, my body totally alive. While he began to fuck my mouth with long strokes and I was conscious enough of what he wanted that I gripped his slick hardness tightly with my lips and drained his gism into my mouth.  I could feel the hot, slimy semen overflowing my mouth and drooling onto my breasts and I marveled at the volume of fluid in my mouth.  I swallowed noisily and looked up at him, filled with intense love for him as he leaned back, a little dazed. With the aftertaste rather pungent in my mouth, I knew that I was his slave…his sex-slave…and he could do whatever he wanted to me.

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CONFESSIONS

Chapter Seven Synopsis – As we near its conclusion, the story of loose-legged Irene is related by a tiny observer.

Chapter Seven

    Visiting Val

Fred Puhl’s Story Part 1

I suspect that the loyal readers of this erotic epistle are expecting more breast-beating contrition from the principals.  It appears however that these apologies are not going to be forthcoming (or forthcumming either) so I will take it on my humble self to let you know what transpired subsequent to Irene’s total capitulation to her fleshy desires and Joe’s dominating dong.

First however I should tell you something about me.  My name is Fred Puhl, This is the name my family has chosen after scientists gave us the long and unpronounceable name, Pulicidae.  I won’t go into extensive detail but we have been given a very bad reputation by our cousins, the Ceratophyllus fasciatus. They were the main transmitter of the bubonic plague, centuries ago, and just as Germans have been maligned because the acts of the few Nazis that ran their country, we Puhl’s (or Pulicidae) have been branded as villains by our distant relatives.  You may wonder about whom I am talking but  you likely know me as a flea (part of the scurrilous assault on our breed).

Our race (if I may call it such) has not been especially distinguished if we ignore our major effect on the world through the spreading of the bubonic plague.  (This may not have been a complete negative, however, since it set back the overpopulation problem by a couple of centuries and we are likely better able to cope with overpopulation today). 

Now, after apologies etc. that match those of the principals of this tale, I must add a note of self-promotion.  I have a famous ancestor.  Unfortunately I don’t know his name but I do know that he produced his masterpiece about 150 years ago.  That could be a generational millennium for some members of my species but in my case, due to weather conditions, physical locations and (I like to believe) genetics, it was less than two handfuls.  When I refer to my esteemed ancestor as Gramps you should realize that in fact he was likely only my Great x 4 Grandfather.

Enough of history.  In Gramps’ day it was normal and natural for members of my family to reside on humans.  They were a reliable source of nutrition (mainly blood) and they usually provided more creature comforts (protection from rain and cold etc.) than cats, dogs and other potential hosts.  But all that has changed. 

I spent the early part of my life living on a dog, Caesar.  It wasn’t too bad since he was a farm dog and I didn’t have to contend with regular grooming, baths and those killer powders and such that I’ve heard are common with the higher class city dogs.

I might have passed my life in that manner but for a stroke of fate.  A young woman appeared one day and I deduced from the conversation I overheard while she was petting my canine host that she was a family member.  In the evening it became apparent that the man who remained in the house after my dog’s owners went out was the woman’s brother.

Caesar accompanied the woman to the bathroom where she immersed herself in water and covered her body with a slippery, foamy cleaning substance.  Fortunately she didn’t try to do the same to my host.

Now my knowledge of humans is limited mainly to what I’ve learned from Gramps’ story as it has been passed down within the family for many generations.  It was obvious to my eyes therefore that this young woman was comely and pleasing to view.  She looked warm and tender and I must admit that my mouth watered at the thought of living and feasting on her.  And the feature that finally persuaded me to leave the comfort and safety of Caesar’s short-haired pelt was the veritable forest of curly hair that covered the woman’s genital area and extended upwards to her lower belly.

For me it was an easy jump from Caesar’s back to the toilet seat and the further leap from there to the woman’s firm, prominent ass was not difficult for a skilled jumper such as I.  Comfort I knew I could look forward to but I never dreamed in my wildest imaginings that I would see things that rivaled Gramps’ voyeuristic escapades.

We went from the bathroom to a nearby bedroom where the man I believed to be the woman’s brother was lying in bed.  It became obvious that I’d been mistaken in one of my beliefs.  I’d thought that with humans, brothers and sisters did not copulate with one another.  I leaped from the warm comfort of Irene’s pubic forest and, from the headboard of the bed, I watched as the naked young woman mounted astride her brother’s equally naked body.  He expressed reservations about what she (they) were doing but he was definitely an easy rape who writhed and wriggled under his sister while she fucked him passionately.

The next day I went away, safely ensconced in Irene’s (for that was the name that the man had cried out hotly as he discharged his sperm incestuously into the dark depths of the woman’s body) warm, curly pubic forest.  She had a roommate, another female, and there was a cat also.  Three of my cousins lived on the cat but they said that life there was quiet.

The next day I met another man named Joe and before the day ended I had learned something more than what was in Gramps’ tale.  I had been dozing in the safe confines of Irene’s groin while she sat and typed when I heard a harsh voice demand that she go someplace.  I crawled through the forest up to her lower belly because her clothing prevented me from jumping anywhere.  From there I was able to peek out under the waistband of her skirt and I watched as she walked up a flight of stairs and entered a small room.

The man I’d just met was there and I heard him say in a rather unpleasant voice, “Get on your knees Irene.  I’m going to fuck that sexy mouth of yours,”

I wasn’t sure what was about to happen and, although I wasn’t afraid for my own safety, I decided that this might be a good time to escape the confines of Irene’s clothes.  By then she was quite close to the man who was leaning back against a large desk so I jumped.  I underestimated the distance and ended up on the carpet.  It was a real nuisance.  I had trouble finding a good base from which I could jump to the top of the desk, my original target, and I had to make little hops around until I found a suitable location.  It was a hard, flat place that the man’s chair rolled on so I jumped first up onto the seat of the chair and then to the desktop.

By the time I got back to the front of the desk where Irene was the whole scene had changed.  She was on her knees but I still couldn’t see well so I leaped up onto the man’s shoulder and from there I had an eagle’s eye view.  Irene was looking up and the expression in her big, brown eyes was one of adoration mixed with abject humility.  In her hands she held a long, hard cudgel that dwarfed her brother’s cock that she had so easily engulfed with her hairy twat.

I watched, totally fascinated as her mouth opened and she let the broad, purple knob slip between her lips.  Joe had his hands in her hair (the hair on her head that is) and he hauled her closer, the thick shaft partially disappearing into her thick-lipped maw.   “Glunngh….too deep,” she gagged as she tried to pull away. ”Deeper, bitch.  You’re going to take it all the way,” the man said demandingly and he pulled her head closer again.

For a moment I felt sympathy for the woman who was so kindly (if unknowingly) providing me with living space for her eyes showed great alarm and she was uttering breathless, gagging sounds.  But then, all of a sudden, the complete length of the man’s cock disappeared into Irene’s lip-stretched mouth and he groaned in blissful pleasure.

“Damn Irene…you’re a great cocksucker,” Joe said in a lust-choked voice.  Roughly he held her head close and I could see that she was struggling to breathe, the gagging sounds once again coming from her cock-stuffed throat.  “Your brother taught you well…or someone…you must have sucked a lot of cocks to be as good as this,” he said and her eyes seemed somehow to be denying his lewd assertion.  

“Yeaah baby…that feels good,” the man said again but his voice was gentler now and as if responding to her assailant’s compliment, she began to move of her own volition.  I wanted a closer look so I jumped down from my perch atop Joe’s shoulder to his flat belly where his pubic hair changed to ordinary body hair.

From that vantage point I could see and hear the crucial action.  Irene and her boss had found a rhythm; pulling back until only a couple of inches of the man’s noble pole was between her lips at which point she could gasp for air and then diving slowly forward as she took the complete weapon into her throat.  Joe was holding her head, moving her and I could see that her soft, fat lips were working on him, even when he had her face mashed hard against his hairy pubis.  (To observe this I’d had to jump down to the crease where his leg joined his torso but it gave me as perfect a view as achievable under the circumstances).  Close to them as I was, the sounds were quite loud and I could hear the sloshing and liquid sounds that resulted from the man’s pumping into the woman’s wetly sucking mouth.

I wondered if my esteemed ancestor had ever seen a cocksucker as skilled as Irene.  Would that I had his ability with words to describe what I was seeing.  Then I heard Joe utter a deep groan and he hauled Irene’s face hard against his groin.  For a moment she had the same look in her eyes she’d had when he’d first forced her to deepthroat him but then I saw her hand come up to cup his heavy, hairy balls and her expression changed once more to one of submissive adoration.  I could see her lips working frantically until the man’s hips gave a little jerk forward as if trying to get balls and all into her suctioning mouth.

Her eyes widened and I heard a wet, muffled choking sound and knew that the man was having an orgasm.  For a brief moment Irene tried to pull away but I heard a wet, swallowing sound and then her flushed cheeks hollowed, her lips worked on the gristly pole and the sounds of swallowing almost echoed as Joe slowly fucked her siphoning mouth.  And, after her brief attempt to pull away, my lovely hostess looked up at her boss in slavish submission to his use of her oral cavity while viscous strings of unswallowed gism dripped from her chin.

On Wednesday I got another close-up look at Joe’s ponderous prick when he lifted my hostess up onto his desk and cultivated her hairy furrow with his steel-hard plow.  It fascinated me that such obviously important parts of the male human body could differ in size as much as the two penises I had seen.  And I was similarly amazed that the female receptacle for the man’s love tool could expand sufficiently to accept a mammoth intruder such as Joe’s with no apparent discomfort.

On Friday I noted with interest that Irene was taking a small suitcase to work and I wondered if we were going to visit the farm again.  I kind of missed my old home in Caesar’s pelt even though I’d never willingly change back from the luxuriant bushy home that Irene provided for me.  Then, at the end of the day I was surprised when she got into Joe’s car.  It was soon apparent from their conversation that we were going to her boss’s home and that she would be staying there for two days. I assumed (erroneously) that she was going to be there to take care of his children.

Covered by my hostess’s tight fitting jeans I didn’t see much until late evening when she changed to a robe and the three of them, Joe, his wife Val and Irene relaxed in front of the fireplace and sipped cognac.  It was then that I got my first look at Val and she was definitely a contrast with Irene.

Whereas Irene had small breasts with large nipples, long, firm, muscular legs and a firm ass, Val had large, soft breasts, a round belly, chubby legs and a very large, soft ass.  Or at least that’s how it seemed through her nearly sheer robe.  When she occasionally let her legs separate I could see through her flimsy panties that she would not make a good home for me because she seemed to have very little hair between her legs.  Of course appearances are often deceiving and, as I later found out, the near absence of hair was due to shaving, something she did regularly in order to play her role as babysitter or cheerleader or timid schoolgirl, whichever was Joe’s desire at the time.  If I’d had to make a choice between Val and Irene as a home it is likely that I’d have chosen Irene because of the comfort and shelter I got from her curly, pubic forest.  Nonetheless there would have been the temptation to attach myself to ‘one who is goodly in flesh’ as Gramps put it and Val was certainly goodly in flesh.

Irene (and I) slept in the living room on a pull-out sofa bed.  It probably wasn’t very comfortable for my hostess but the fact that she didn’t sleep much or at least didn’t get to sleep soon after we went to bed was not due to the discomfort of the bed. 

We had barely settled down for the night when the noise began.  For a minute or two the noise was the screechy sound of metal against metal plus a dull, rhythmic thump, thump, thump.  It really wasn’t that loud but it as clear to me that it was making Irene very agitated.  And then the cries began.  Not pain exactly but stressed moans and gasps.  Those sounds I could relate to for I’d heard my lovely hostess make similar sounds when her boss was fucking her on the desk.  And the whole picture was visible to me.  Joe was fucking Val and she was a very vocal fuckee.  I knew all the words because of Gramps’ literary masterpiece but it was still different to hear them being spoken by a real woman.  And Val certainly seemed to know more words than Irene did and to use them more feelingly.

My home was moving as if there was an earthquake as Irene’s hips rose and fell in a solo mimic of copulation.  I had to duck quickly out of the way when her fingers invaded my hairy abode although they didn’t tarry there but rather dipped into the receptacle where her brother and Joe had inserted their male organs.  I soon had to move farther away however when the other hand became involved also as Irene rubbed and probed and massaged the sizeable, hairy softness of her genital region.  The quakes and shudders that came and went seemed to indicate that her fingers were giving her some of the same results as her boss’s hard, cunt-invading organ had on Wednesday but it was obvious that his pussy-pleaser was for the moment in use by his wife.  Finally the sounds subsided and Irene was able to rest.

On Saturday Joe arose early and I saw that he had a suitcase.  Val remained in bed as did Irene (and of course, me.)  “I’ll be back late Monday,” Joe whispered to my hostess as, with an eye cocked on his bedroom door, he bent over and placed a wet, tongue-thrusting kiss on Irene’s compliant mouth.

“You’re a bastard,” Irene said half-seriously.  “I bet you intentionally fucked her that long…and that loudly last night…just to make me horny.  And you can’t do me until Tuesday.”

Joe chucked in obvious self-satisfaction and left.

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Confessions

Chapter Eight Synopsis –.Fred Puhl describes how Val comes to terms with Joe’s adulterous relationship with Irene and we are told where this leads.

Chapter Eight

                                       Conclusion

Fred Puhl’s Story Part 2

Irene was a much nicer home than Caesar.  She smelled better and I didn’t have to always ready to jump away from marauding toenails or a sandpaper rough tongue but there were some disadvantages.  Caesar lived a dog’s life which means that he did little other than eat and sleep.  I was never kept awake all night because he was listening to a couple of horny dogs getting it on and was himself very horny.  Not like that night at Joe and Val’s place when Irene sighed so much that she’d have awakened my long-dead grandpa if he lived on this continent.  And Caesar wouldn’t have spent the next day glaring balefully at some dog that’d been screwing his bitch but I could tell that my hostess was seriously jealous of Joe’s wife.

The end result was that, by nightfall, I was exhausted and much in need of sleep.  But Irene, who must have been as sleepy as I, seemed in no hurry to go to bed.  She sat on the sofa with Val while they sipped wine and each told the other her life story.  At least that was how it sounded to me.  I couldn’t help but notice that, as the evening progressed, the two women seemed to sit closer and closer together, so much so that I began hopping back and forth from Irene’s firm-fleshed, well-forested pelvis to the other woman’s soft, almost hairless pussy.  I certainly hoped that Joe would not want Irene to shave off her hirsute adornment.  That would leave me virtually homeless.

Irene showered before she went to bed so I was forced to take shelter temporarily on the towel over the shower curtain but finally we were off to bed and at last I was nestled down in the warm, somewhat damp confines of my hostess’s curly forest.  I managed to go to sleep almost at once despite the digging and probing of Irene’s fingers as she stroked and caressed her fleshy softness. 

I doubt that I’d been asleep long before I was conscious of a change in my environment.  It was damper, warmer and something was pressing down on the soft, curly ceiling of my abode.  I squirmed out of the nest I’d formed and found my escape hindered by a body…and not by Irene’s.  I did get clear however and I jumped to the headboard from where I could view a most interesting sight.

Joe’s wife, Val, was sprawled naked beside Irene who was effectively naked also for her nightgown was bunched up around her neck.  The two of them were pressed closely together.  And then I picked up on the conversation (if it can be called a conversation). 

“Is this OK, Irene?”

“Uh huh…I think so?”

“You’re like my friend when I was thirteen.”

“Oh!  Oh Val!  Oohhhh yeessss! Oohhh yeessss!”

The words didn’t all come together like they do in writing.  At first Val had her leg between Irene’s leg and that was what had been pressing down on me.  Then Val was going down on Irene.  And then her face was buried in that soft, furry forest that I called home.

I’d never seen anything like it.  Of course except for Caesar’s sexual sojourns I’d seen only what Irene had done with Val’s husband and it looked much more one-sided than this became.  It was less than a minute before the two women were ensconced in the classic sixty-nine position and I was getting an eyeful of Val’s buxom body and an earful of their vocalisms.

“Love your fur,” Val moaned in a muffled way (pardon the pun) as she ate her newfound partner.

“Such big, soft breasts…am I squeezing too hard,” Irene murmured (also muffled even though Val’s muff was pretty sparse) as she squirmed under the oral assault of her boss’s wife.

“Yeessss!  Squeeze them Irene.  I’m going to cum,” and I watched as the buxom woman ground her hips down over Irene’s face while Irene made wet, grunting moans.

It was likely only about ten minutes until the two naked women were lying sated, side by side.

“Was it good for you, Irene?  Better than with your brother?”

”Oh God, Val.  I think I must be a lesbian.  It was totally different.”

“You’re not a lesbian, Irene.  I’m not and I loved it.  But it’s not the same.”

“You mean?  Like?  It can be that good with a man?”  I began to suspect at that point that Irene was stringing Val along.  I’d heard what she’d said earlier and I knew she wasn’t about to admit that she was playing around with Val’s husband but I was sure also that she was thoroughly heterosexual (or maybe bisexual…but definitely not homosexual.)

“But?  With Bill it wasn’t like that.”

“Oh God, Irene.  I don’t want you to go away thinking you’re lesbian…not that it’s a bad thing if you really are…but I don’t think you really are.  You need to know what it’s like with a man…not being raped but being… being fucked.”

“But Val…I can’t…I couldn’t go to a bar and…you know…like some girls do.  And I don’t have a boyfriend?

“I have an idea, Irene.  It’s maybe strange but…like…I thought Joe was doing it to you…cheating…and now I know he wasn’t.  But he’s a great lover…you’d enjoy it with him.  If you want to…and if he’ll do it…maybe next weekend we can have a therapy session.

“Oh Val!  I couldn’t?  He’s your husband?  And besides, he probably doesn’t even want to do it with me…not when he has a beautiful woman like you…a woman with breasts who he can make love to.”

“He wants you, Irene.  I can see it in his eyes.  You come out next Friday and well find out.  And now, he uses Viagra and Cialis and he’s like the Energizer Bunny…he just goes and goes.   He can do you and me both.  And he’s big, too.  Like, this big,” and she held her hands apart indicating a somewhat exaggerated dimension for her husband’s organ. 

That seemed to satisfy both of them and I hopped carefully back into my hairy refuge and got a good night’s sleep.

Actually I had a good rest that night and the following night although as soon as the kids were in bed Val joined Irene in ours.  And the rest of the week, at work, was quiet also except for Wednesday when Joe called Irene to his office at the end of the day and he got her to go down on her knees and repeat what I’d observed before.  I wondered if she got as much pleasure from the act as he did.

Friday finally arrived and we went home with Joe.  I wondered how the scheme the women had cooked up was going to work.  Would Joe object to having his wife and his girlfriend make love?  (With some humans that’s a euphemism for having sex. This is also a euphemism for fucking.)

I was curious and anxious to get to bed and I could tell that my hostess was anxious also.  They had a fancy dinner with lots of wine and then sat around sipping cognac and just talking.  I could tell that Irene wanted more than talk because my home changed.  The fleshy mountains on which my sheltering forest grew got larger and I had to be careful where I jumped to because there was a steady flow of oily liquid. (The only previous times I’d observed this liquid were when she fucked, sucked or lay with Val.)

When Val and Irene discussed how to effect their ménage a trois it was decided that Irene would go to bed downstairs as she usually did (except for the weekend when Joe was away).  The makeshift bed was a thick foam pad on the carpeted floor and I’d heard her tell Val that she liked its firmness  Anyway, Val said that she and Joe would come down and join Irene after a little while.

Irene went to bed without her nightie but that didn’t bother me because there was enough warmth in her pubic forest to keep me comfortable.  But I still had to be agile enough to escape her marauding fingers so I didn’t get to sleep before I heard the thumps of footsteps on the stairs.

I wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen or, more precisely, how it was going to happen.  I knew, based on what Val had said to Irene, that Joe was going to fuck Irene and that Val didn’t know it wouldn’t be the first time he’d baked that big salami of his in the other woman’s oven…or her other hot orifices, too.  How would this result be achieved?  I mad a big jump from my hostess’s furry pelvis to the sofa beside her makeshift bed and I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

“Isn’t she lovely, Joe?”  Val pulled the sheet back as she asked for her husband’s opinion of my hostess’s naked body that was lying in legspread readiness for whatever was to come.  (Or, if you’ll excuse my repetitive pun, cum.)

“Irene?  Is this OK?  I mean…was Val telling me the truth?”

“Uh…yeah…sort of but?  I’m kind of scared, Val…Joe.”

“I’m first anyway, Irene,” the other woman said huskily as she dropped to her knees between Irene’s ankles and bent forward.  “He’s going to fuck me while I eat you,” and her head dipped down into Irene’s luxuriant bush.

Slowly, Val lowered her face towards the black-thatched gateway, and drawing out her tongue, ran it along the full length of the swollen pink aperture that bulged out from its hairy surrounds as a consequence I’m sure of my hostess’s arousal. In spite of that she seemed to draw back from the sensation, but the other woman continued to touch Irene’s sensitive flesh with her tongue, tentatively licking and swiping with the long, supple instrument. Her fingers were pressing against the soft flesh of the secretary’s smooth thighs, and she began to grow more familiar with the other woman's juicily flooding cunt, sweeping her tongue in long, caressing strokes along its velvety folds, dipping and probing and drawing out the ambrosia of blossoming femininity. I hopped down to get a closer look and saw her lips enclose the turgid, glistening button of Irene’s clitoris, fastening it between her teeth, and titillating it with her tongue, making my hostess squirm and moan with ecstatic pleasure. Val’s tongue searched and explored the secret creases and indentations of Irene’s pussy and then she uttered a loud grunt and her head jammed tighter between the other woman’s legs.

I was almost trapped by Val’s hard forehead but I managed to jump away and then I hopped back up onto the sofa.  Joe was kneeling behind his wife and his huge organ was buried inside her.  I had to change position again to verify that he was fucking his wife’s cunt, not her asshole.  I knew from reading Irene’s confessions, that he’d buggered her already so likely he’d been in his wife’s nether portal also.

Joe leaned over and got his hands on his wife’s big boobs and, while he slowly fucked her, he tugged and milked the woman’s delightfully large mammaries.  I wondered why, since he was obviously a ‘tit-man’ he bothered with his flat-chested secretary.

“Oh God, Joe…I can wait…I want to see her when you fuck her,” Val gasped as she raised her head from the secretary’s heaving pelvis.  Then, as if they’d done this many times before (and maybe they had with other secretaries) the big-titted woman twisted away to the side and her big husband was suddenly ensconced between Irene’s widespread legs.

Irene was a good actress for, when Joe was poised above her as he’d been before and his long, thick organ stood out threateningly over her quivering belly she cried out, “Oh Sir!  Joe!  It’s so big!  You’ll kill me!”  Since I knew she’d accommodated her boss’s penis in all of her sexual orifices her shock and awe was not at all credible…to me.  But to the man’s wife it was not only credible but her face showed great pleasure at Irene’s response.  I guess it’s sort of like the pleasure people take from the successes of their favorite football team or homerun hitter.  But the man didn’t bask in his wife’s approval and his secretary’s fake fear.

Val had gotten her husband’s secretary so excited that she lay back, her
mouth wide open, her lust glazed eyes staring into the void.  Now Joe positioned himself between her strong thighs, his face within moments of touching her thickly curling pubic hair.  Irene’s belly rose rapidly up and down, trembling slightly in anticipation, as Joe’s hands pressed outward against her belly, the thumbs dropping below into the moist area of her already wet pussy.

Irene’s head was lolling back and forth, her normally composed features, contorted in a mask of ecstasy.  Joe was kneeling between her naked legs, as they spread widely apart on the foam-padded floor, and he was running his lips moistly up and down her whole hairy pussy area.  My hostess writhed beneath his caresses with mindless passion as her hands clung tightly to his hair, pulling him hungrily forward toward her soft, wet pussy.

And then he was moving over her, above her, positioning himself between her long, firm legs and I knew what was about to come.  His big, hard cock waved back and forth over the hairy nest and he lowered his hips so that the dripping, bulbous tip grazed against the upright little nub of nerves at the very top of his secretary’s warm wet cunt.

Irene’s whole body executed a little jerky motion as she felt this searing contact at her most vulnerable place.  Her long legs flexed upward and she clamped them together around her boss’s hips and, with a groan of pure lust, she used her strength to pull him down, to force his mammoth pole into her hotly ready cunt.  And then, when he had buried his steel-hard fuckpole all the way into her, her hips started a slow up-and-down motion to meet the slow fucking motion that ensued.  Tiny groans of pleasure escaped her parted lips as she began to rock herself up and down in a startling fit of sexual agony.  She looked hotter to me than I’d seen her before.

I jumped down again to be sure I missed nothing and, as I landed on Joe’s shoulder I heard Val saying, “Give it to her, Joe.  She needs it…give it to her good!”  And, as if responding to his wife’s lewd encouragement, Joe began to hammer the writhing woman beneath him with the short, deep strokes that preceded orgasm.  His hand went under her bottom and he clutched at her, driving even deeper as he grunted and made several more brutal thrusts.  Just as I’d seen him do before both in her pussy and in her mouth.  He was cumming, I knew, blasting his sperm up into the dark depths of my hostess’s receptacle.

“Give her more, Joe…make the bitch know that she’s really being fucked,” I heard Val say in a harsh voice.  I wasn’t sure what was up but she wasn’t the caring partner for Irene that she’d seemed the previous weekend.  Later I was to come to realize that Irene’s skilled response to Joe’s fucking made Val realize that Irene was not the innocent she claimed to be and, like her husband, she wanted to degrade the sexy secretary.

Joe’s pill was clearly working for he continued to plough Irene’s sodden furrow long after he’d blasted his semen into her.  A frothy halo of semen-wetted cunthair surrounded his plunging tool and then, after at least fifteen minutes, Val grunted, “Put her on top, Joe.  Make her ride you…so she can eat me.”

I didn’t know what she meant but Joe certainly did.  How many times had they done this and with how many other secretaries?  Without uncunting Joe rolled and Irene compliantly allowed herself to be hoisted upright astride his hips.

When Irene’s lush buttocks came to rest on his thighs and his dick was completely buried in her pussy, she shuddered and took a deep, ragged breath, closing her eyes as if she was dreaming. With her eyes still closed, she moved her hips side to side a little, got her knees situated comfortably on either side of his hips, and exhaled slowly.  She must have forgotten that Val was watching because the practiced way in which she mounted Val’s husband gave lie to her claim of virtual innocence.

Irene bit her bottom lip and groaned in pleasure. After a minute sitting like this, with her boss’s cock buried in the warmth and wetness of her pussy, she slowly opened her eyes. They were unfocused for a second or two and she took another deep breath. Then she looked at him and at his wife lying beside him.  She took another deep breath, closed her eyes and rose on her knees as she raised herself off his length, his cock glistening with her juices. When only the tip of his penis was inside her, she began to descend, his girth once again splitting her open.

Keeping her eyes closed and breathing deeply through her nose, when her buttocks touched his thighs again and she had firmly seated herself on his prick, she began rotating her hips in small circles.  She fucked him like this for a minute or two until, with a whoosh of breath, she impaled herself on hi, and bit her lip. She then began rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the base of his cock with her pussy lips as if determined to extract another ejaculation from her boss’s unnaturally rigid cock.

This demonstration of wanton, sexual prowess seemed to be too much (or too exciting) for the man’s wife.  Val stood up suddenly and planted her feet on either side of her husband’s shoulders so that my hostess’s face was close to and at the same level as the buxom blonde’s lightly furred pussy..

“Eat me, bitch!” the standing woman said harshly and she arched her hips forward while at the same time she grabbed Irene’s head and pulled it firmly between her open thighs and against her fat cunt.

I know they’d never collaborated in this fashion before but it was as if they’d done it many times.  Irene drove her face into the steamy mounds of flesh and I could see her jaws working.  Val was uttering wildly excited, strangled exclamations and her broad hips writhed as she ground against the other woman’s face.

Irene was wordlessly moaning now as she bounced atop Joe’s hips, riding his cock and grinding against him at the bottom of each stroke. It became quite rhythmical with my hostess rising up and pushing her face into Val’s pussy and then, as Val flexed her knees to follow Irene down, the cock-impaled secretary pushed her hips down on her boss’s upthrust tool.

Irene’s head bobbed as she chewed at the hungrily offered pussy and her hips lost rhythm and began to jerk erratically.  Both woman now groaned and gasped continuously and I watched with fascination as Val’s convex belly tightened for a moment and began to leap. Her legs wobbled frantically and her toes splayed as she quivered in the grip of a convulsive tremor. She uttered a soft wail and her mouth was distended and her eyes bulged. Then she slumped down to her knees and put her arms around the secretary drawing her close and kissing her wet, slippery face.

The kiss from her boss’s wife seemed to drive my hostess over the edge and into an orgasmic abyss. Her body shuddered and she rocked back and forth rapidly, riding Joe’s deepthrust pole while her gasps and moans were muffled by Val’s intimately kissing mouth.

There was a brief moment when all were quiet, the two women holding each other and kissing, the man pinned by their combined weights.  And then with a groan of frustration he pushed his wife aside so he could grasp Irene’s widely splayed hips.  He rolled with her until she was pinned beneath him and then he hooked his elbows under her knees to raise and open her legs completely.

Like a human jackhammer Joe pounded Irene’s firm hips and I could see his thick cock as it pulled out and then rammed back into her frothy fuckwell.  It didn’t go on for long.  His tempo increased and then, with a long, tearing moan, he collapsed on his secretary’s limp body.  I had no doubt that he was having his second climax and he was still making short, little lunges as if he was depositing every last drop of his sperm in the young woman’s waiting womb.

P.S. It’s now seven months since Val and Irene first shared Joe and things have gone very well for them.  My hostess has grown a large belly and will soon deliver a baby for Joe, a half-sibling for his children with Val.  But Val doesn’t seem to mind and in fact her own belly is swelling with another child.  Immediately after the night I described when the woman first shared Val’s husband, Irene moved in with them. Joe needs and uses the little pills to satisfy his female co-habitors but he gets some rest when they enjoy the special delights of Sapphic sex. 

 I sometimes leave the comfort and security of Irene’s pubic palace to visit Joe’s quite lush growth.  This has taken me back to his office where I was recently privileged to observe close-up the breaking in of Irene’s temporary secretarial replacement.  This girl seemed quite young and was built more like Val than Irene and ‘breaking in’ had more than just the office work context. It was also my first ever chance to feast on vestal blood (which is especially nutritious) so I’m hoping he may get other new secretaries to ‘break in’..  I am however nearing the end of my earthly sojourn but hopefully there is an egg that will produce another to follow in my (and Gramp’s) footsteps.

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Confessions

Chapter Eight Synopsis –.Fred Puhl describes how Val comes to terms with Joe’s adulterous relationship with Irene and we are told where this leads.

Chapter Eight

                                       Conclusion

Fred Puhl’s Story Part 2

Irene was a much nicer home than Caesar.  She smelled better and I didn’t have to always ready to jump away from marauding toenails or a sandpaper rough tongue but there were some disadvantages.  Caesar lived a dog’s life which means that he did little other than eat and sleep.  I was never kept awake all night because he was listening to a couple of horny dogs getting it on and was himself very horny.  Not like that night at Joe and Val’s place when Irene sighed so much that she’d have awakened my long-dead grandpa if he lived on this continent.  And Caesar wouldn’t have spent the next day glaring balefully at some dog that’d been screwing his bitch but I could tell that my hostess was seriously jealous of Joe’s wife.

The end result was that, by nightfall, I was exhausted and much in need of sleep.  But Irene, who must have been as sleepy as I, seemed in no hurry to go to bed.  She sat on the sofa with Val while they sipped wine and each told the other her life story.  At least that was how it sounded to me.  I couldn’t help but notice that, as the evening progressed, the two women seemed to sit closer and closer together, so much so that I began hopping back and forth from Irene’s firm-fleshed, well-forested pelvis to the other woman’s soft, almost hairless pussy.  I certainly hoped that Joe would not want Irene to shave off her hirsute adornment.  That would leave me virtually homeless.

Irene showered before she went to bed so I was forced to take shelter temporarily on the towel over the shower curtain but finally we were off to bed and at last I was nestled down in the warm, somewhat damp confines of my hostess’s curly forest.  I managed to go to sleep almost at once despite the digging and probing of Irene’s fingers as she stroked and caressed her fleshy softness. 

I doubt that I’d been asleep long before I was conscious of a change in my environment.  It was damper, warmer and something was pressing down on the soft, curly ceiling of my abode.  I squirmed out of the nest I’d formed and found my escape hindered by a body…and not by Irene’s.  I did get clear however and I jumped to the headboard from where I could view a most interesting sight.

Joe’s wife, Val, was sprawled naked beside Irene who was effectively naked also for her nightgown was bunched up around her neck.  The two of them were pressed closely together.  And then I picked up on the conversation (if it can be called a conversation). 

“Is this OK, Irene?”

“Uh huh…I think so?”

“You’re like my friend when I was thirteen.”

“Oh!  Oh Val!  Oohhhh yeessss! Oohhh yeessss!”

The words didn’t all come together like they do in writing.  At first Val had her leg between Irene’s leg and that was what had been pressing down on me.  Then Val was going down on Irene.  And then her face was buried in that soft, furry forest that I called home.

I’d never seen anything like it.  Of course except for Caesar’s sexual sojourns I’d seen only what Irene had done with Val’s husband and it looked much more one-sided than this became.  It was less than a minute before the two women were ensconced in the classic sixty-nine position and I was getting an eyeful of Val’s buxom body and an earful of their vocalisms.

“Love your fur,” Val moaned in a muffled way (pardon the pun) as she ate her newfound partner.

“Such big, soft breasts…am I squeezing too hard,” Irene murmured (also muffled even though Val’s muff was pretty sparse) as she squirmed under the oral assault of her boss’s wife.

“Yeessss!  Squeeze them Irene.  I’m going to cum,” and I watched as the buxom woman ground her hips down over Irene’s face while Irene made wet, grunting moans.

It was likely only about ten minutes until the two naked women were lying sated, side by side.

“Was it good for you, Irene?  Better than with your brother?”

”Oh God, Val.  I think I must be a lesbian.  It was totally different.”

“You’re not a lesbian, Irene.  I’m not and I loved it.  But it’s not the same.”

“You mean?  Like?  It can be that good with a man?”  I began to suspect at that point that Irene was stringing Val along.  I’d heard what she’d said earlier and I knew she wasn’t about to admit that she was playing around with Val’s husband but I was sure also that she was thoroughly heterosexual (or maybe bisexual…but definitely not homosexual.)

“But?  With Bill it wasn’t like that.”

“Oh God, Irene.  I don’t want you to go away thinking you’re lesbian…not that it’s a bad thing if you really are…but I don’t think you really are.  You need to know what it’s like with a man…not being raped but being… being fucked.”

“But Val…I can’t…I couldn’t go to a bar and…you know…like some girls do.  And I don’t have a boyfriend?

“I have an idea, Irene.  It’s maybe strange but…like…I thought Joe was doing it to you…cheating…and now I know he wasn’t.  But he’s a great lover…you’d enjoy it with him.  If you want to…and if he’ll do it…maybe next weekend we can have a therapy session.

“Oh Val!  I couldn’t?  He’s your husband?  And besides, he probably doesn’t even want to do it with me…not when he has a beautiful woman like you…a woman with breasts who he can make love to.”

“He wants you, Irene.  I can see it in his eyes.  You come out next Friday and well find out.  And now, he uses Viagra and Cialis and he’s like the Energizer Bunny…he just goes and goes.   He can do you and me both.  And he’s big, too.  Like, this big,” and she held her hands apart indicating a somewhat exaggerated dimension for her husband’s organ. 

That seemed to satisfy both of them and I hopped carefully back into my hairy refuge and got a good night’s sleep.

Actually I had a good rest that night and the following night although as soon as the kids were in bed Val joined Irene in ours.  And the rest of the week, at work, was quiet also except for Wednesday when Joe called Irene to his office at the end of the day and he got her to go down on her knees and repeat what I’d observed before.  I wondered if she got as much pleasure from the act as he did.

Friday finally arrived and we went home with Joe.  I wondered how the scheme the women had cooked up was going to work.  Would Joe object to having his wife and his girlfriend make love?  (With some humans that’s a euphemism for having sex. This is also a euphemism for fucking.)

I was curious and anxious to get to bed and I could tell that my hostess was anxious also.  They had a fancy dinner with lots of wine and then sat around sipping cognac and just talking.  I could tell that Irene wanted more than talk because my home changed.  The fleshy mountains on which my sheltering forest grew got larger and I had to be careful where I jumped to because there was a steady flow of oily liquid. (The only previous times I’d observed this liquid were when she fucked, sucked or lay with Val.)

When Val and Irene discussed how to effect their ménage a trois it was decided that Irene would go to bed downstairs as she usually did (except for the weekend when Joe was away).  The makeshift bed was a thick foam pad on the carpeted floor and I’d heard her tell Val that she liked its firmness  Anyway, Val said that she and Joe would come down and join Irene after a little while.

Irene went to bed without her nightie but that didn’t bother me because there was enough warmth in her pubic forest to keep me comfortable.  But I still had to be agile enough to escape her marauding fingers so I didn’t get to sleep before I heard the thumps of footsteps on the stairs.

I wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen or, more precisely, how it was going to happen.  I knew, based on what Val had said to Irene, that Joe was going to fuck Irene and that Val didn’t know it wouldn’t be the first time he’d baked that big salami of his in the other woman’s oven…or her other hot orifices, too.  How would this result be achieved?  I mad a big jump from my hostess’s furry pelvis to the sofa beside her makeshift bed and I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

“Isn’t she lovely, Joe?”  Val pulled the sheet back as she asked for her husband’s opinion of my hostess’s naked body that was lying in legspread readiness for whatever was to come.  (Or, if you’ll excuse my repetitive pun, cum.)

“Irene?  Is this OK?  I mean…was Val telling me the truth?”

“Uh…yeah…sort of but?  I’m kind of scared, Val…Joe.”

“I’m first anyway, Irene,” the other woman said huskily as she dropped to her knees between Irene’s ankles and bent forward.  “He’s going to fuck me while I eat you,” and her head dipped down into Irene’s luxuriant bush.

Slowly, Val lowered her face towards the black-thatched gateway, and drawing out her tongue, ran it along the full length of the swollen pink aperture that bulged out from its hairy surrounds as a consequence I’m sure of my hostess’s arousal. In spite of that she seemed to draw back from the sensation, but the other woman continued to touch Irene’s sensitive flesh with her tongue, tentatively licking and swiping with the long, supple instrument. Her fingers were pressing against the soft flesh of the secretary’s smooth thighs, and she began to grow more familiar with the other woman's juicily flooding cunt, sweeping her tongue in long, caressing strokes along its velvety folds, dipping and probing and drawing out the ambrosia of blossoming femininity. I hopped down to get a closer look and saw her lips enclose the turgid, glistening button of Irene’s clitoris, fastening it between her teeth, and titillating it with her tongue, making my hostess squirm and moan with ecstatic pleasure. Val’s tongue searched and explored the secret creases and indentations of Irene’s pussy and then she uttered a loud grunt and her head jammed tighter between the other woman’s legs.

I was almost trapped by Val’s hard forehead but I managed to jump away and then I hopped back up onto the sofa.  Joe was kneeling behind his wife and his huge organ was buried inside her.  I had to change position again to verify that he was fucking his wife’s cunt, not her asshole.  I knew from reading Irene’s confessions, that he’d buggered her already so likely he’d been in his wife’s nether portal also.

Joe leaned over and got his hands on his wife’s big boobs and, while he slowly fucked her, he tugged and milked the woman’s delightfully large mammaries.  I wondered why, since he was obviously a ‘tit-man’ he bothered with his flat-chested secretary.

“Oh God, Joe…I can wait…I want to see her when you fuck her,” Val gasped as she raised her head from the secretary’s heaving pelvis.  Then, as if they’d done this many times before (and maybe they had with other secretaries) the big-titted woman twisted away to the side and her big husband was suddenly ensconced between Irene’s widespread legs.

Irene was a good actress for, when Joe was poised above her as he’d been before and his long, thick organ stood out threateningly over her quivering belly she cried out, “Oh Sir!  Joe!  It’s so big!  You’ll kill me!”  Since I knew she’d accommodated her boss’s penis in all of her sexual orifices her shock and awe was not at all credible…to me.  But to the man’s wife it was not only credible but her face showed great pleasure at Irene’s response.  I guess it’s sort of like the pleasure people take from the successes of their favorite football team or homerun hitter.  But the man didn’t bask in his wife’s approval and his secretary’s fake fear.

Val had gotten her husband’s secretary so excited that she lay back, her
mouth wide open, her lust glazed eyes staring into the void.  Now Joe positioned himself between her strong thighs, his face within moments of touching her thickly curling pubic hair.  Irene’s belly rose rapidly up and down, trembling slightly in anticipation, as Joe’s hands pressed outward against her belly, the thumbs dropping below into the moist area of her already wet pussy.

Irene’s head was lolling back and forth, her normally composed features, contorted in a mask of ecstasy.  Joe was kneeling between her naked legs, as they spread widely apart on the foam-padded floor, and he was running his lips moistly up and down her whole hairy pussy area.  My hostess writhed beneath his caresses with mindless passion as her hands clung tightly to his hair, pulling him hungrily forward toward her soft, wet pussy.

And then he was moving over her, above her, positioning himself between her long, firm legs and I knew what was about to come.  His big, hard cock waved back and forth over the hairy nest and he lowered his hips so that the dripping, bulbous tip grazed against the upright little nub of nerves at the very top of his secretary’s warm wet cunt.

Irene’s whole body executed a little jerky motion as she felt this searing contact at her most vulnerable place.  Her long legs flexed upward and she clamped them together around her boss’s hips and, with a groan of pure lust, she used her strength to pull him down, to force his mammoth pole into her hotly ready cunt.  And then, when he had buried his steel-hard fuckpole all the way into her, her hips started a slow up-and-down motion to meet the slow fucking motion that ensued.  Tiny groans of pleasure escaped her parted lips as she began to rock herself up and down in a startling fit of sexual agony.  She looked hotter to me than I’d seen her before.

I jumped down again to be sure I missed nothing and, as I landed on Joe’s shoulder I heard Val saying, “Give it to her, Joe.  She needs it…give it to her good!”  And, as if responding to his wife’s lewd encouragement, Joe began to hammer the writhing woman beneath him with the short, deep strokes that preceded orgasm.  His hand went under her bottom and he clutched at her, driving even deeper as he grunted and made several more brutal thrusts.  Just as I’d seen him do before both in her pussy and in her mouth.  He was cumming, I knew, blasting his sperm up into the dark depths of my hostess’s receptacle.

“Give her more, Joe…make the bitch know that she’s really being fucked,” I heard Val say in a harsh voice.  I wasn’t sure what was up but she wasn’t the caring partner for Irene that she’d seemed the previous weekend.  Later I was to come to realize that Irene’s skilled response to Joe’s fucking made Val realize that Irene was not the innocent she claimed to be and, like her husband, she wanted to degrade the sexy secretary.

Joe’s pill was clearly working for he continued to plough Irene’s sodden furrow long after he’d blasted his semen into her.  A frothy halo of semen-wetted cunthair surrounded his plunging tool and then, after at least fifteen minutes, Val grunted, “Put her on top, Joe.  Make her ride you…so she can eat me.”

I didn’t know what she meant but Joe certainly did.  How many times had they done this and with how many other secretaries?  Without uncunting Joe rolled and Irene compliantly allowed herself to be hoisted upright astride his hips.

When Irene’s lush buttocks came to rest on his thighs and his dick was completely buried in her pussy, she shuddered and took a deep, ragged breath, closing her eyes as if she was dreaming. With her eyes still closed, she moved her hips side to side a little, got her knees situated comfortably on either side of his hips, and exhaled slowly.  She must have forgotten that Val was watching because the practiced way in which she mounted Val’s husband gave lie to her claim of virtual innocence.

Irene bit her bottom lip and groaned in pleasure. After a minute sitting like this, with her boss’s cock buried in the warmth and wetness of her pussy, she slowly opened her eyes. They were unfocused for a second or two and she took another deep breath. Then she looked at him and at his wife lying beside him.  She took another deep breath, closed her eyes and rose on her knees as she raised herself off his length, his cock glistening with her juices. When only the tip of his penis was inside her, she began to descend, his girth once again splitting her open.

Keeping her eyes closed and breathing deeply through her nose, when her buttocks touched his thighs again and she had firmly seated herself on his prick, she began rotating her hips in small circles.  She fucked him like this for a minute or two until, with a whoosh of breath, she impaled herself on hi, and bit her lip. She then began rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the base of his cock with her pussy lips as if determined to extract another ejaculation from her boss’s unnaturally rigid cock.

This demonstration of wanton, sexual prowess seemed to be too much (or too exciting) for the man’s wife.  Val stood up suddenly and planted her feet on either side of her husband’s shoulders so that my hostess’s face was close to and at the same level as the buxom blonde’s lightly furred pussy..

“Eat me, bitch!” the standing woman said harshly and she arched her hips forward while at the same time she grabbed Irene’s head and pulled it firmly between her open thighs and against her fat cunt.

I know they’d never collaborated in this fashion before but it was as if they’d done it many times.  Irene drove her face into the steamy mounds of flesh and I could see her jaws working.  Val was uttering wildly excited, strangled exclamations and her broad hips writhed as she ground against the other woman’s face.

Irene was wordlessly moaning now as she bounced atop Joe’s hips, riding his cock and grinding against him at the bottom of each stroke. It became quite rhythmical with my hostess rising up and pushing her face into Val’s pussy and then, as Val flexed her knees to follow Irene down, the cock-impaled secretary pushed her hips down on her boss’s upthrust tool.

Irene’s head bobbed as she chewed at the hungrily offered pussy and her hips lost rhythm and began to jerk erratically.  Both woman now groaned and gasped continuously and I watched with fascination as Val’s convex belly tightened for a moment and began to leap. Her legs wobbled frantically and her toes splayed as she quivered in the grip of a convulsive tremor. She uttered a soft wail and her mouth was distended and her eyes bulged. Then she slumped down to her knees and put her arms around the secretary drawing her close and kissing her wet, slippery face.

The kiss from her boss’s wife seemed to drive my hostess over the edge and into an orgasmic abyss. Her body shuddered and she rocked back and forth rapidly, riding Joe’s deepthrust pole while her gasps and moans were muffled by Val’s intimately kissing mouth.

There was a brief moment when all were quiet, the two women holding each other and kissing, the man pinned by their combined weights.  And then with a groan of frustration he pushed his wife aside so he could grasp Irene’s widely splayed hips.  He rolled with her until she was pinned beneath him and then he hooked his elbows under her knees to raise and open her legs completely.

Like a human jackhammer Joe pounded Irene’s firm hips and I could see his thick cock as it pulled out and then rammed back into her frothy fuckwell.  It didn’t go on for long.  His tempo increased and then, with a long, tearing moan, he collapsed on his secretary’s limp body.  I had no doubt that he was having his second climax and he was still making short, little lunges as if he was depositing every last drop of his sperm in the young woman’s waiting womb.

P.S. It’s now seven months since Val and Irene first shared Joe and things have gone very well for them.  My hostess has grown a large belly and will soon deliver a baby for Joe, a half-sibling for his children with Val.  But Val doesn’t seem to mind and in fact her own belly is swelling with another child.  Immediately after the night I described when the woman first shared Val’s husband, Irene moved in with them. Joe needs and uses the little pills to satisfy his female co-habitors but he gets some rest when they enjoy the special delights of Sapphic sex. 

 I sometimes leave the comfort and security of Irene’s pubic palace to visit Joe’s quite lush growth.  This has taken me back to his office where I was recently privileged to observe close-up the breaking in of Irene’s temporary secretarial replacement.  This girl seemed quite young and was built more like Val than Irene and ‘breaking in’ had more than just the office work context. It was also my first ever chance to feast on vestal blood (which is especially nutritious) so I’m hoping he may get other new secretaries to ‘break in’..  I am however nearing the end of my earthly sojourn but hopefully there is an egg that will produce another to follow in my (and Gramp’s) footsteps.

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