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This is one of many unfinished stories that I have. I did not include a
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Acro Inc. Part 1
The sun was a huge orange fireball hanging just above the
horizon. It was warm both in hue and in effect--quite warm for this
time of year.
It was spring, but here and there patches of snow could still
be found. The run-off had not taken everything away.
The slightest hint of warm weather brought out the truly
dedicated sun worshippers.
Jim Calwell was watching those people out of the living room
window of his million dollar beach house. Whenever anyone asked
what Jim's house was like he'd always joke about his "million
dollar beach house." The truth was that it cost him under three
hundred thousand and happened to appreciate in value to almost a
million in less than five years. It had been a fabulous
investment.
A similarly great investment were Jim's binoculars. He sat
unobtrusively in a chair at the window for hours looking out over
the beach and lake. In the winter he saw very little of interest,
but now he was starting to see sights like he was concentrating on
now.
Two teenage girls had found their way down to the secluded
spot near his house. They had planted an umbrella at about noon
and had sat under it all day. At first they were wearing T-shirts
and shorts, but eventually, as they grew comfortably with the idea
of being alone on the beach, they had stripped down to their tiny
little panties. Jim watched in awe as they slowly revealed their
perfect young bodies.
The one girl, a blonde, was tanned evenly all over. She had
a perky, elf-like face and a sleek build. Her grapefruit-sized
tits were perfect globes that sat high on her chest, as tanned as
the rest of her. Her brown aureoles spread out like pools around
her wind-stiffened nipples.
Her friend was more of a mystery. She was obviously less of
a sun goddess and removed her bra hours after the blonde did. Jim
felt it was worth the wait. Perhaps because they weren't tanned,
this raven-haired beauty seemed to have breasts like jewels. They
almost glittered as Jim watched. They were smaller than the
blonde's, but seemed fuller, more alive.
Jim found himself wondering what the brunette's cunt looked
like. Did it shine out from the rest of her body like her tits
seemed to?
Jim had managed to unzip his fly and pull out his hard cock
without putting the binoculars down. He'd had plenty of practice.
Now that the sun was disappearing, the girls were getting
ready to pack up, and Jim's carefully nursed hard-on, which he had
been keeping expertly on the brink all afternoon, was given relief.
He stroked it briefly and watched as stream after stream of
orgasmic effluvium hit the window sheers that his wife had put up
just last month. The rest of his cum dribbled out onto the carpet.
"Fuck," Jim exclaimed, "those sweet young tramps have no idea
what they did to me. God, I can't believe how horny they made me."
"How horny who made you?" Jim had not heard his wife come
home. He dropped the binoculars in surprise.
"Goddamnit you scared me... I was just..." Jim tried to stuff
his still dripping prick back into his pants.
Jane had a smile on her face as she came over to join Jim at
the window. "You naughty little boy. Have you been jerking off?"
Her eyes glanced away from Jim's fumbling hands and ineptly
enshrouded dick to the streaks of semen flowing down her curtains
and staining her carpet. "Oh my god Jim! Look at the mess you
made of the living room. You've cummed up and down my new sheers,
and on the carpet."
Jim looked up at his wife, his face flushed with
embarrassment. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I guess I should have been
more careful... about shooting my load all over the place. But if
you had seen the bitches I was looking at today -- I mean they were
hot."
Jane smiled again, still shaking her head at the mess Jim had
made. "They were hot were they? Hotter than me?" Jane struck a
pose.
Jim had to admit his wife was gorgeous. She stood five-foot-
eleven, exactly his height. But she wasn't awkwardly tall. Every
inch was perfectly proportioned. She was now thirty-two years old
and ran her own photograph brokerage, but in her teens and twenties
she had been a model. It was her legs that had kept her employed
constantly. They were flawless. But sitting atop those legs was
Jim's favourite part: her ass. It was firm yet sumptuous, and
flared out just the right amount from her slim waist. He had given
her a body bracelet three years ago; it accentuated an already
great transition from waist to hips.
In her current pose, Jane was emphasizing her tits by arching
her back and thrusting her chest forward. In the silky white
blouse she was wearing, they certainly looked great: round, firm,
and full like every pair of breasts should be. Her nipples pushed
insolently at the clingy fabric.
Jim, now a chastised little boy, looked into his lap and
admitted, "You're definitely the hottest bitch in the whole world."
She kicked gently at him to get his attention again. "This
hot bitch wants you to eat her until she passes out. If you do a
good job with your tongue on my pussy, I'll clean up your mess for
you." Jane had been at work all day on a proposal for Reitman and
Ward, the major advertising conglomerate, to use her photos instead
of Imagebank's. It had been particularly exhausting. She could
think of nothing better to teach her husband a lesson than getting
him to use his expert tongue to thrill her clit. Cleaning up some
of his stale spunk--hell, licking up some of his stale spunk--would
be an apt payment in return.
Jim submissively slipped out of his chair to his knees and
pressed his face into the front of his wife's grey skirt. Jane put
her hands at her sides and slowly started pulling up the three-
quarter length wrap-around. When she had the hem at the top of her
black stockings she slowed the pace even more, enticing Jim.
Impatiently Jim sniffed up under the rising hem and caught a
hint of the scent of Jane's pussy. It was sweaty from the long
drive out of the city. That musky fragrance made Jim's withered
dick spark back to life.
As his hard-on grew, so did his wife's enthusiasm for her
little striptease. She looked down over her bosom to the top of
Jim's head and the edge of her skirt, which was now revealing the
straps of her black garter belt. She moved her hips back and
forth; Jim followed every move as if his face was affixed to her
pelvis.
When she finally got the skirt all the way up, she lifted her
right leg up on the chair that Jim had been sitting in. The crotch
of her black lace panties was right beside Jim's cheek; she could
feel his breath on her inner thigh.
"Come on, baby. Can you smell my cunt? Doesn't it smell
good? I bet it's really tasty."
Jim looked up at his wife's beautifully sculpted face. High
cheekbones and doe-like blue eyes were framed with short blonde
hair, expertly coiffed.
"Eat me," she begged.
Jim reached up with his right hand and pulled the black lacy
fabric away from her crotch, tugging roughly to get at the
treasure. He pushed his face into the mass of golden pubic hair,
his nose resting right above her clit. He inhaled deeply.
Moving away far enough to unmuffle his voice, he said,
"Actually, baby, your cunt smells a lot like sweat and stale piss."
He was teasing her; although it was a little sweaty, her pussy had
the heady scent of sex laced through it.
She grabbed his hair and pushed his face back into her crotch.
"Then I guess you'll have to lick all the sweat and piss off before
you get to the good stuff. I'm really starting to juice up, you
bastard. Eat me!"
The time for teasing had passed. Jim snaked his tongue out
and scooped it upwards through the tangle of hair that obscured the
pink opening to Jane's vagina. She pointed her raised knee out
further and bent the other one slightly. This move made her
cuntlips blossom like a time-lapse sequence of a flower.
Jim went wild. He lapped heartily at her labia, purposely
avoiding her clitoris for a while. Her gash was soaking wet to
start with, but his saliva soon made her literally drip.
Shuddering, Jane said, "God, Jim, that's feels so good. I was
thinking about getting you to lick me. All the way home while I
was driving, I could hardly concentrate." Jane turned her head to
look behind her out the picture window. It was early evening now,
and, from outside, they were obviously silhouetted in this
position. "I bet those two little cunts on the beach don't get
treatment like this. Some clumsy teenage boy has probably tried to
slip his cock into them, but he probably ended up giving them a cum
shower because he couldn't hold it in. You'd teach them a thing or
two, wouldn't you honey?"
Jim hummed and nodded. The added vibration made Jane shiver
again.
"Much more of that, lover, and you'll have to move me to the
chair. And I don't really want to sit down, because I was going to
ask you to give my asshole a little lick too. Could you do that,
baby? Could you lick me where I shit?" She was stroking his head
while she cooed out her lecherous desires.
Without answering, Jim grabbed his wife hips and roughly spun
her around. Still wearing her high heels, she was not as agile as
she could have been; her legs twisted up and she fell.
"Fuck," she exclaimed. She rose to her knees in a crawling
position on the carpet, her firm panty-covered ass upturned. Her
nose was inches away from Jim's puddle of congealing semen. "Okay,
baby. I won't bother standing up again. Eat my ass, now."
Jim grabbed the side of her panties with two hands and tugged
as hard as he could. They ripped and he tore them away completely.
She reacted without surprise or anger, even though he had
bought her this panty and garter set in Paris. "Yeah, baby, take
control. Fuck my little asshole with your tongue."
The puckered bud of her asshole was quite appealing. In this
position, Jane was displaying her most intimate charms. Her
drenched pussy was gaping and swollen with arousal. The small
distance of perineum between one hole and the next was dark and
goose-bumped. Jim kissed Jane there for good measure. She moaned.
But her asshole was what she wanted him to lick now. It was
a puckered brown opening that Jim knew was pink just below the
surface. "Wink at me with your asshole," Jim said. She complied:
the ring expanded and contracted, showing, then hiding, that pink
interior.
Tempted by the rhythm of her anal flexing, Jim dove
tongue-first into his wife's ass. She squealed with delight as he
jammed the pointed tip of his tongue deep into her bowels.
"Yes, you fucker, taste me deep. Deeper." Jane churned her
hips in response to the expert analingus.
All Jim could do was mewl in the back of his throat, making
incomprehensible sounds of lust.
Jane supported herself with her left hand and used her more
agile right hand to undo the buttons of her blouse. She had an
urge to play with her nipples. But as soon as she had pulled her
blouse open all the way, she decided that getting her bra off would
be too much trouble, so she slid her hand down between her legs and
diddled her clit instead. Eventually she had three fingers stuffed
into her cunt and her wrist occasionally bumped her husbands chin
as he ate her butthole.
The shivers that had racked her body all along now tumbled
upon one another, building in intensity until she knew a full-blown
orgasm was on the way. "Give me all you've got, baby. I'm going
to blast off. Eat my ass. Keep eating it until I finish cumming.
I want to see... if... unghhh." Her voice faded away into mere
murmurs which eventually built back up into a wail as her orgasm
washed over her.
Jim did as he was told, as much as she squirmed around. He
kept his tongue buried up her ass until she was completely spent.
When he withdrew his tongue he gave her ass a playful slap.
"So, you hot little tramp, what gave you the craving for an
asslicking?"
Jane, who was curled up into the fetal position with her
office attire in disarray around her, simply groaned.
But Jane eventually got up the strength to tell her husband
about the day she had at the office...
It began pretty much as any Sunday morning. Light traffic
into the city and a freshness in the air that comes from fewer cars
polluting what we breathe.
Jane was driving her brand new Pontiac which she was leasing
as a company car. She loved having a successful business which
allowed her to write-off everyday items as legitimate business
expenses.
As she drove along, she got the usual second looks from men in
the lanes beside her. They were intrigued with her radiance and
apparently detached appearance. Some would even describe her as an
"aloof bitch," but anyone who knew her would not agree. She was
simply confident.
Her husband had been asleep when she had left the beach house.
She had gazed longingly at his semi-stiff morning dog, but resisted
the temptation to wake him up with a blowjob. She had an important
proposal to finish and Darryl and Lara were going to be at the
office at ten sharp to help her.
She pulled around the back of the office tower were a few open
air parking spaces lined a central courtyard. On weekends, tenants
were allowed to park there. During the week they were obliged to
use the spooky underground garage. Jane was thankful it was Sunday
and she was early enough to get a spot.
She parked and collected her briefcase and mini-cassette
recorder. Many a great idea had been spoken into that thing. She
intended to play back recent tapes this morning to get her
creativity limbered up. It was like brainstorming with herself.
When she unlocked the office on the twentieth floor, Lara and
Darryl were not there. On Sundays they could afford to be a little
lax about time, but Jane would not stand for tardiness during the
work week.
She went into her office and closed the door. Already the
images of her husband's thick prick draped across his stomach this
morning were coming back to her. She sat down and gave her tits
and painful squeeze then thumped her fists down into her thighs to
try to dispel some of the lust coursing through her.
She loaded a tape into the mini-recorder and pushed PLAY.
To Jane's surprise the voice that came on was not her own.
"Well, Mrs. Calwell," said a strange man's electronic voice.
"You finally played this tape. I wonder what you're wearing right
now. Are you in the office? Maybe you're at home in bed trying to
catch up on some work just before going to sleep.
"Or maybe you're in the bathtub.
"Wherever you are, and whatever you're wearing, I know you
look sexy. You're the best looking woman in this building...
probably in the city."
Jane was almost blushing at the man's apparent sincerity, but
she was both frightened and excited by his intimacy.
"I think about you when I jerk off."
Jane pushed STOP. She felt like throwing the tape away. Who
was this pervert? The she decided to hear the entire thing and see
how she felt afterward. She pushed PLAY again.
"I get my cock all hard and throbbing, then I stroke it for
you. Your tight ass, and your perky little schnoobs are what I
like best. But I bet your cunt is nice too.
"I bet your cunt smells like roses. I know you've had a lot
of cocks up there, but it still smells fresh like it did when you
were a little girl.
"If you ever let me come into the women's washroom with you,
I'll let you watch me jerk off while you used the toilet. We could
be in the same stall together and nobody would know. My cock would
be right in your face while you took a shit and you could suck on
it if you wanted."
She wondered what this guy was on.
"I'd love to see your slutty little lips wrapped around my
dick, especially while you were taking a shit. Then I'd push your
head all the way down and force you to drink all my cum when it
squirted out."
Jane winced, but she let the tape run.
"Then, you know what Jane? I'd make you get off the toilet
and turn you around. Your turd would still be floating in the
bowl, but I'd kneel down and lick your asshole anyway. Would you
like that Jane? I think you would. You want a guy to lick your
shit up so you don't have to wipe yourself, don't you?"
The man laughed and the tape went silent for a moment, then
the silence was replaced by her own voice dictating a note about
the photographic filing system codes.
Jane pushed STOP and settled back in her chair. Then she
noticed the quivering in her lower stomach. Curious to know if she
had subconsciously been turned on by the pervert on the tape, she
leaned forward and slid her hand awkwardly up her skirt. The
crotch of her panties was damp and when she pulled it aside to
touch her labia, she found them very moist indeed.
What was wrong with her? Could she have actually enjoyed the
depraved suggestions of the man on the tape? Strangely she knew
that she had. She was already formulating a plan to get her
husband to help her realize the fantasy.
Still, Jane thought, she should undoubtedly be worried about
the identity of the guy on the tape... he obviously worked in the
building and had access to her office so he could record over her
personal mini-cassettes. Was he a psychotic sex killer? Or just
a harmless pervert? She would have to find out.
So that was what had prompted Jane to go hog wild with her
husband after his little masturbatory escapade with the binoculars
and the beach bunnies.
Jane had changed into her silk robe while she was relating the
story, and was now lounging on their king-sized bed.
Jim cleared his throat. "That's certainly a hell of a story.
Do you have the tape with you?"
"Yeah. I have it in my briefcase. Who do you think the guy
is?"
Jim shook his head. "Maybe one of the office boys. Hell...
it could be your banker or your lawyer for fuck sake. It could be
anyone. You're a sexy little cunt... and lots of guys know it."
She scratched her chin in thought. "Yeah, but that stuff
about eating my shit. I mean, how many guys would want to do
that?"
"Well you shouldn't ask the guy who's just had his tongue up
your ass for twenty minutes," Jim laughed. "But seriously, you've
heard the joke about the girl who's so gorgeous `You'd eat the
peanuts out of her shit'? Well it's the same thing. He probably
doesn't even mean it literally."
Jane was smiling. "Come here, you. I love you a whole bunch,
you know." She flipped open the front of her robe and held her
arms out to him.
His gaze roamed over the ruby tipped mounds of her breasts and
the golden triangle of fuzz between her legs. Then he slipped
between her outstretched arms and kissed her on the mouth. He
broke the kiss only long enough to say, "And, you Mrs. Calwell are
the sexiest woman I know and I'd eat the peanuts out of your shit
anytime."
She laughed hysterically and batted him friskily on the arm.
When Jim awoke the next morning, his wife was already up. The
first he saw of her was her naked ass and legs as she bent in front
of the bed to pull on her panties. Fresh from the shower, she
practically glowed vitality. He hair was still a little damp, so
when she turned to smile at him, she reminded him of a water pixie
he had seen in a children's book once. But no children would be
allowed to see the full ripe tits that adorned this pixie's chest.
"Morning sleepyhead," Jane cooed.
"Yeah," he muttered as he stumbled toward the bathroom.
She followed him and hugged him from behind as he stood in
front of the toilet. The warmth and humidity of her nearly nude
body pressed into his back was very distracting.
"How am I supposed to take a leak with you hanging all over
me?" he asked.
Looking down over his shoulder, Jane saw how he seemed to
nonchalantly point his dick in the general direction of the toilet
bowl, without even using his hand to aim. "I'll never understand
how men do it standing up." She slipped a hand between them and
rubbed a finger up and down the crack of his ass. "Maybe you need
a little coaxing." She pushed her middle finger against the
opening to his shitter.
"Are you going to stick your finger up my ass?"
"Maybe," she answered, pushing a little harder.
"I think you are. Do you think that's going to help me piss?"
Jane shrugged. "I don't care what it does... it feels good."
"You're right about that." Jim forgot about trying to pee and
pushed his hips back, forcing his asscheeks apart.
Jane took advantage of the increased leeway and slid her
middle finger in deeper. "Does it hurt yet?"
"A little," Jim grunted.
"Good." She shoved a little more. "How about now?"
Jim leaned all the way over the toilet, fully exposing his
butthole to his wife's whims. "Yeah. It fucking kills."
Just pantyclad, Jane felt as if she was completely dressed
with her husband in such a vulnerable, naked position. She wormed
her finger further into his rectum and wiggled it around in his
bowels. She noticed his cock twitch in response.
Suddenly she pulled her finger out. Jim barked in agony.
"Damn you, next time use a little lubrication or something."
She giggled and sniffed at her anus-scented finger. "Phew,
you stink. And I have to go to work."
Jim ignored her and concentrated once again on taking his
morning leak. Jane kissed him goodbye and busied herself with
dressing and getting ready for the office.
Jim Calwell Associates was a small firm specializing in
corporate communications and training. Jim had started the company
two years ago after the equity in his home skyrocketed and he got
sick of working for a big corporation. The irony was, now that he
owned his own business, he kissed up to the big corporations more
than he ever did as an employee.
Getting big, dependable clients was very difficult, and
hanging onto them could be even more difficult. After all, it took
just one suggestion from an executive to "try another firm" and Jim
had to start selling all over again.
Still, he liked the work, and he often was able to combine
business and pleasure by getting his wife's company to supply the
photographs needed for a major corporate image campaign.
Today, however, he was on his own. His secretary, a cute
little Oriental girl named Nina, called in sick. His part-time
writer and creative consultant, Wendy Hooks was in Cleveland at a
seminar he thought she should attend: "Creative Selling."
So Jim put up his feet and pondered the new corporate identity
program he was putting together for RJR/Nabisco, his biggest client
yet. They had started a new food division which they wanted to
distance from the overpackaged, "fast food cereal" image of the
Nabisco tradename. Mulberry Foods Inc. was supposed to be a down-
home, darn-good food company. Jim had to come up with something to
make the public fall for that crock.
Putting cynicism aside, he leaned back and thought about how
horny his wife had been in the last little while. She was being
really nasty, getting into talking dirty and doing things she
didn't normally do, like fingering his ass while he was trying to
piss. Jim couldn't figure it out, but he sort of liked it. He
figured her behaviour was linked somehow to that bizarre tape she
had listened to at the office.
Thinking about his wife, instead of Mulberry, made Jim start
fiddling with his dick through his suit trousers. He soon had a
raging hard-on going and decided, since he was alone, to take it
out and relieve the pressure by jerking off. Maybe once he got
this load of cum out his system, he'd be able to concentrate on the
Nabisco problem.
He lazily stroked his prick and almost fell asleep in the
chair. Jim decided he needed a catalyst, something to add
excitement to the pleasure. He reached over and hit the button
that dialled his wife's number at the office.
Jane answered on the first ring, "Visual Treasury. Jane
Calwell speaking."
"Horny fucking husband. Jim speaking."
She snickered over the phone. "What are you doing? I'm
expecting some clients in a few minutes!"
"You're alone now aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"Well, so am I and I have my cock out and I'm stroking it.
How does that sound?"
She hummed in the phone. "Delicious. Make sure you tell me
when the cum is going to shoot out... I'll imagine it's spraying
all over my tits." She squirmed in her chair.
"Actually, after this morning, I was kind of thinking you
deserve it up the ass."
She whispered back, "You want to fuck me in the ass? Wow. I
never thought... well, maybe you'll get your wish as soon as I get
home tonight, you horny little fucker."
Jim swallowed hard as he thought about actually sliding his
tool up his wife's butt. "You're a slut aren't you Jane darling?"
"Yeah. I really am a hot slut who wants you to hose out my
asshole with your cream. Maybe you'd like to do other things to
me, baby? As your personal slut, I think you should tell me."
"Would you like to be degraded, slut?"
"You mean in public? Embarrassed and humiliated? What are
you going to do, baby?" Jane voice had become very small.
"What if I made a videotape of you in the shower and showed it
at our annual barbecue? All soapy and wet. Don't you think all
the men at the party would want to fuck you?"
Jane unbuttoned her top blouse button to get a little more
air. Her husband was getting her very worked up. "Go on, baby."
"If your brothers were there, even they would want to fuck
you. Would you want your brothers to fuck you, slut?" Jim was
letting his mind run free. It seemed like the stroking of his hand
was like the devil's reel pulling him downward into depravity.
Jane was forcing herself not to slide her hand under her
skirt, knowing that her clients would be there soon, but she
croaked back an answer: "Yeah, Mike and Patrick could fuck me."
Jim loved how hot he was making the phone conversation.
"At the same time? One in your cunt and one up your ass.
Maybe I'd come along and stick my cock in your mouth for good
measure."
"All three of my holes? Filled with the cocks of men I love?
Wow. Tell me more."
"Maybe the rest of the people at the party would be watching.
Maybe they'd all want to get in on the act. All the women and
children too. You'd be surrounded by groping hands, throbbing
cocks of all shapes and sizes, and some steamy pussy that needed
attention too. What would my little slut do with all that sexual
equipment surrounding her?"
"Ummm, sweetheart," her voice turned serious, "I have to go.
Have a nice day." She gulped and cradled the receiver as her
newest clients arrived.
Jim dropped the phone when his wife hung up and brought
himself off. The semen squirted up and landed on his desk blotter,
he stood to let the remnants dribble onto the blotter as well. He
felt truly satisfied and wondered where he had thought of that
stuff about Jane's brothers.
Jim was frustrated for the rest of the day. He could not
concentrate on the problem of Mulberry Foods. His cock wouldn't
stay soft. It seemed to dance to attention at the slightest
movement of his pants.
To get his mind off work and his wife, he decided to visit his
niece, Stephanie, who worked on the other side of town.
Stephanie was his sister's kid. She was sixteen years old and
as cute as a button. In the last year, Jim had developed the hots
for her in the worst way--but he always managed to control himself
around her.
As Stephanie had matured, she had become interesting to talk
to as well as a pleasure to look at. She was a horse fanatic and
had secured a job at the local stables while she finished school.
Jim had watched her ride on many occasions and she was damn good
with the horses. Jim always found himself distracted by her nubile
young body in the riding outfit, but he noticed enough of her
riding skill to be able to critique her after she dismounted and
ran to hug him.
"Your stirrup work is fine, but I'd use a little less of the
bridle. The horse seems to read your mind, he doesn't need any
extra persuading." Jim had ridden awhile himself, but soon he felt
his advice would not be required.
"Thanks, Uncle Jim. The horse feels so good between my legs
that I guess I just get carried away."
Jim almost choked when Stephanie said that, but instead he
glanced at the sheath hanging down from between the horse's legs
and briefly imagined Stephanie under there getting her little pussy
stuffed full of horsecock. It was a bizarre thought and he snuffed
it out quickly. "You know in the old days young girls weren't
allowed to ride horses for just that reason."
Stephanie scrunched up her pugnose and tossed her blonde braid
to one side. "What do you mean?" She tied off her horse and
started undoing the leather straps of the tack.
"Girls would get damaged. People thought they wouldn't be
virgins anymore from riding a horse." Jim was nervous about this
conversation, but he couldn't help himself.
"You mean riding would be like getting screwed? I doubt it's
much the same." Stephanie went back to unsaddling her mount.
"But you don't know for sure?" Jim was probing to see if she
had been experimenting with sex.
Stephanie turned and looked her uncle square in the eye. "If
you're trying to find out if I'm a virgin, why don't you just ask
me?"
Jim laughed and hugged his niece with one arm. He whispered
to her: "Okay my naughty little niece: are you a virgin?"
"Yeah." She seemed almost ashamed to admit it.
"Well then the guys at your school are all queer."
Stephanie grinned up at her uncle. He was always so nice to
her. And since Aunt Jane was so beautiful, he sure must know about
women. "Thanks, Uncle Jim. Do you really think I'm... well...
desirable?"
"I'd say more along the line of gorgeous and sexy. I know if
I was sixteen, I'd have tried everything but cutting off my arms
and legs to get you into the sack." Jim felt his leg quiver, and
he forced himself to calm down, unhooking his arm from Stephanie's
waist.
"No, no, no: Aunt Jane is gorgeous and sexy, I'm `cute' at
best," Stephanie lamented.
Cute was only the beginning though. Stephanie's blonde hair
was pulled back from her face and braided down the centre of her
back. Her face had a spritely quality to it, exhibited most
profoundly by her little upturned nose, but evident in her almond-
shaped eyes and small, pouty mouth as well. In the past year, her
breasts had swelled to womanly proportions and her waist had
narrowed considerably. Jim knew that she still had a year of
physical maturing to do before her body would settle into a
comfortable shape, but she was a wonderfully sexual being already.
She was much more than just cute.
Jim decided to snap Stephanie out of it once and for all. "If
you're so inferior to my wife, how come I get just as hard thinking
about you as I do my wife?"
Stephanie was dumbfounded. Her eyes widened, and she briefly
glanced down at her uncle's crotch. Was he telling her that he was
sexually attracted to her? After all the fantasies she had made up
about this relative taking her away to his beach house and making
wild passionate love to her? Could it be? "Uncle Jim?" She
couldn't believe it.
"Yes Stephanie," Jim answered meekly, knowing the next move
was in her hands.
"Are you saying you want to screw me?"
Jim looked up with a grin on his face. He could tell by the
way she asked, it was not worry or fear that prompted the question,
it was interest. It was almost an invitation. "That wouldn't be
right, Steph. But I can't help the thoughts that go through my
head." He cleared his throat.
"I guess you should have told me," she said. "Maybe I'd act
different or something. I mean, when I come swimming at the beach
are you always looking at me in my bikini?"
Jim smiled. "Which one? The little black one or that red one
with the white stripes?"
Stephanie smiled back. He obviously watched her if he had
memorized her suits. "I guess the little black one gets you
excited, huh? I bought that one on a dare from my friend Talia.
You can almost see everything, eh Uncle Jim?"
They were walking towards the main ranchhouse and a couple of
cowboys galloped by, hooting and shouting. Jim felt conscious of
the conversation he was having with his niece. "Yeah, you could
see a lot. You sure could. Well, listen, Steph, I better get
going before your Aunt tans my hide."
She looked a little surprised by his sudden decision to leave,
but was cheerful about it. "Will you come and watch me ride again
this weekend?"
He hugged her, crushing her to him in a reassuring squeeze.
"I promise."
She turned her face up towards his and kissed him on the
mouth. "Goodbye Uncle Jim."
He swore she licked her lips after she broke the kiss, but
later thought it was simply his hormone-driven imagination.
"My sister's kid wants me to fuck her," Jim confided to his
wife that night.
Jane put down her magazine and snuggled up closer to him on
the couch. "Little Stephanie?"
He guffawed. "Little Stephanie is a sexy sixteen year-old
babe now."
Jane pushed up so she could look into his eyes. "It sounds
like you've been thinking about fucking her too."
"Hey, how could I not? She's the ultimate sample of jailbait
that I come into contact with on a regular basis."
Jane reached down to her husband's crotch and started
unzipping his fly. "You know I wouldn't mind if you wanted to try
her out. Just don't let her become attached to you." She fished
out his cock and started stroking it to full hardness.
He looked down at his wife's busy hands. "But she wouldn't be
half as exciting as you. If I talked to her the way I talk to you,
she'd run away screaming."
She dipped her head and popped the tip of his dick into her
mouth for a second, then said, "Give her a chance. Maybe she's had
fantasies about getting it up the ass and having an orgy with her
brothers at a party. Maybe she's kinky as hell. You never know."
Then Jim had a brilliant idea. "You two are pretty close,
aren't you?"
"Yeah," she answered warily. While she waited for Jim to
explain, she idly sucked his cock.
"Why don't you get the inside scoop. Find out what she's
into. See if she's just curious about what it would be like for
her uncle to fuck her, or if she's honest-to-goodness horny for
me."
Jane actually liked the idea. She slurped back the spit in
her mouth and raised her mouth off his cock again. "That's a good
idea. If we really get into some dirty talk, I can just ask her
outright: `Would you like your uncle to slip his cock into your
tight little pussy?'"
Jim's dick twitched at that comment. "Wow. That would be
incredible, if you could get her to talk down at that level. Jane,
you're such a slimy fucking cunt."
She smiled and got back to her oral assignment, continuing the
suckjob to its logical end when Jim spewed forth mouthful after
mouthful of creamy hot spunk.
Jane picked Stephanie up at her high school at four o'clock
the next day. The invitation was for Stephanie to come shopping
with Jane and then get a bite to eat. "I'll pick up the tab," Jane
had generously offered.
Stephanie was waiting in the school foyer and her aunt's new
Pontiac pulled up, she came running.
In the white T-shirt and tight jeans she was wearing, Jane saw
immediately what Jim had been talking about. Their little niece
was quite a sexy sight.
"Hi Aunt Jane," Stephanie exhaled. "What a great car." But
Stephanie was actually looking at her aunt's attire.
Jane was wearing a black leather mini-skirt and black fishnet
stockings. She had high-heel black pumps on. The short black
jacket she had on was open to reveal a white lacy corset which
pushed up her breasts and exaggerated her already ample cleavage.
Her hair was punked out with gobs of gel, and she had very dark eye
makeup on. If she wasn't such a youthful, sexy lady, Stephanie
would have been too embarrassed to be seen with her. As it was she
was... well not exactly proud, but interested.
"What do you think of my outfit?" Jane asked as she drove off.
"Well, actually," Stephanie sniffed out a reply, "you look
kind of like a whore."
"Stephanie," Jane feigned disappointment, "I'm surprised you
don't like it. Don't you think it's a kick sometimes to get all
dressed up like a complete slut?"
"Yeah, I guess I've done it before. Gina and I went to a
party dressed like that once." She sat silent for a moment. "Are
you wearing any panties? Gina tried to convince me not wearing
them was part of the outfit."
Jane clasped Stephanie's hand and pulled it into her lap.
"Why don't you see for yourself?"
Stephanie looked out of the corner of her eye at her strange
aunt, but she wanted to know what was under that tiny leather
skirt, even if she had to dip in with her hand to find out. Sure
enough, when she tentatively poked her fingers between Aunt Jane's
legs, all she felt was fur. She quickly drew back her hand and
exclaimed, "God, you aren't. I can't believe it. Don't you feel
the wind blowing up there?"
"That's the best part. Are you ready to have some fun,
Steph?" Jane asked as she pushed the accelerator to the floor and
roared past the other traffic.
"What kind of fun, Aunt Jane," Stephanie asked, gripping the
edges of her seat nervously.
"The kind that you don't need panties for. Are you ready?"
"What would Uncle Jim say?" Stephanie looked over at her.
"Oh, come on, Steph. Don't you get a little turned on
thinking about getting some young stud all hot and bothered by
flashing him some of your naughty parts?"
The teenager laughed. "I guess so. I fantasize enough about
it. But doing it for real... I mean what if the guy really wants
to screw you after you get him going?"
"Let him."
"You're not serious? You'll end up getting divorced from
Uncle Jim if you screw around on him." Stephanie seemed genuinely
worried.
"Jim knows about my little romps, but he also knows that I'll
only ever love him. Just like I know that he has diversions and
always comes back to me."
"But Uncle Jim's not like that is he?" Stephanie almost hoped
her uncle was not as committed to Jane as he seemed.
Jane smiled at her niece. "What about the other day at the
stables? You were quite tempting to him. I promise you it wasn't
anything I said that held him back... he just wanted to make sure
you knew what you were talking about. Did you Steph?"
Stephanie was silent.
"Well?"
"Yeah. I suppose I've thought about Uncle Jim, you know,
doing it with me. Are you sure you wouldn't be jealous? If that's
true, I'd probably let him do it." Stephanie drifted off into a
daydream involving her uncle bearing down on her, his huge cock
almost bursting with lust.
"So what do you say, Steph? I was thinking we could go
downtown and get you a new outfit and then go to a few shoe stores
so the salesman can look up our skirts. I swear it will be a dream
come true for them."
"Yeah--a wet dream. We can play with our pussies a little
first so the lips stick out. It'll give them more to look at."
Jane glanced over at Stephanie, her mouth agape in mock
dismay. "You sound like you've done this before."
Steph hit her arm gently. "No way... I've just fantasized,
like I said."
A thought suddenly struck Jane. "Do you want to play with
each other's pussies?"
Stephanie answered, "No," immediately, but then said, "I don't
think that would be a good idea, Aunt Jane. I mean I think you're
sexy and everything, but Gina and I have always decided not to do
anything with each other even when we were really drunk one time.
We don't want to turn into lesbians."
"Well, it's up to you Steph. But as for me... I'll never stop
loving a big hard dick shoved into my cunt."
"Well, that's okay I guess, but the guys at this school are
pretty pathetic and the only one I let fuck me fumbled around for
a while and then came all over my leg."
Jane did her best to stifle a laugh, but snorted anyway. "You
poor girl. It sounds like you really need your Uncle Jim to teach
you a few things. A gorgeous girl like yourself shouldn't waste
her youth on little boys who would be just as happy jerking off."
Stephanie stayed silent... she was thinking once again about
her Uncle's cock.
"But, you know, Steph," Jane went on. "Lately I'm kind of
thinking I might be gay... but I mean I might be a homosexual man."
"What?" Steph looked confused.
"I've had this itch to get Jim to fuck me in the ass."
"Aw, Aunt Jane, that's gross. Has he done it?"
"Not yet, but I know he wants to. So what's so gross about
it?"
"Well, that's where you shit."
"Yeah? So? We piss and bleed out of our cunts, but most
people don't think anything bad about that. Your asshole is a hot,
tight place that a lot of guys love sticking their cock."
"Wouldn't it hurt?"
"Yeah, but only as much as a big hard turd. If you relax and
pretend you're shitting, it's supposed to be fantastic."
"Well, I want to keep any possibilities open. Fuck, someday
I might date a Greek guy."
They laughed as Jane pulled into the parking lot of a downtown
mall.
"Please, Mommy, make me drink it."
The man's voice echoed in the small one-room apartment. The
sound wasn't buffered by any wall or floor covering, and the only
furniture was a card table and chair.
Sitting alone in the room, he was talking into a small tape
recorder in the centre of the card table. He had his cock out and
was stroking it. His cock was only semi-hard.
"Make me drink your pee."
At the moment that might have signalled orgasm for most men,
this man began to urinate. His hand cupped the flow for a while,
but eventually a golden puddle formed on the floor below his chair.
The next sound was an incredible sigh of relief and pleasure.
When he had finished pissing, he used the wetness to continue
stroking, this time gaining a large erection.
A few moments later, a few thick squirts of cum rushed out to
join the piss already seeping into the floorboards.
The man's work was done here. He wiped his hands off on a
towel and put the tape recorder in his front pocket. Before
leaving, he checked himself in the mirror over the sink of the
grimy two-piece bathroom.
He carefully locked the door with his key and joined the
bustling street scene outside. No one would have ever suspected
him for the pervert he was.
Jane dropped Stephanie off and decided to stop by the office
to pick up the monthly sales figures so she could work from home
the next day. She felt her sleazy attire would not pose a problem
because the security guard on nights never worked during the day,
and she'd simply sign in using a phoney name. They never checked
anyway.
Unfortunately, when she got up to the office, she found lights
on. This was surprising as Darryl and Lara didn't mention working
tonight. She was even more surprised to hear moaning and panting
from Lara's office. As her curiosity drew her nearer, she heard
the muffled voices of Lara and a man she didn't know.
"Come on you little slut, suck my dick. Make me cum."
"Yeah, baby. Cum for me. Shoot it all over my face. I want
to take a cum shower."
"Really, bitch? Maybe you'd like a golden shower too."
Now Jane knew how Lara liked her sex: mean. Jane wondered who
the rogue was.
"Yes. I'd love it. When you're done cumming, piss on me
okay?"
Jane gasped. But she was drawn nearer to the door of Lara's
office.
"You'd like that wouldn't you. A nice faceful of piss to wash
off the cum."
Jane thought about the man on her mini-cassette. He was into
toilet games too. Could it be that same guy? They didn't sound
similar, but anyone could disguise their voice enough to fool her.
Jane had moved close enough that she could see through the
crack between the door and the frame. Lara was on her knees, and
the man, naked from the waist down, was sitting on the desk. When
she wasn't speaking, Lara was sucking. Jane was fascinated by what
Lara was sucking on: a huge black prick. And Lara's friend was not
only black, but very muscular: his thighs were immense.
Lara herself was a petite brunette, with very plain features
that she always managed to beautify with expert makeup. At her
best, Lara looked stunning. At her worst, she just looked a little
tired, never ugly. It was her body that enabled her to attract an
endless stream of men; she had awesome 38-24-36 measurements and a
38C cup. Although she always wore a bra, it was never the ironclad
type, always something pretty and unrestrictive. Her ass was
perfect, and she never failed to display it in butthugging slacks
or sleek skirts.
Jane was impressed with Lara, moreso now as she witnessed the
girl's cocksucking talents, but she had never figured her for a
pervert. The golden shower talk was out-of-character to say the
least.
Remembering that she was wearing nothing under the short
leather skirt, Jane let her fingers wander under the hem, fiddling
with her labia. Soon she was stroking her clit in rhythm with
Lara's bobbing head.
Lara's black lover started to huff and grunt, and he roughly
shoved her off his shaft. "Here it comes, baby. I've got a week's
worth of spunk stored up and it's going all over your fucking face.
You ready for it bitch?" He aimed his piss slit at her chin and
continued to stroke out the orgasm.
"Yeah, do it for me. Cover my face with your jizz."
Her wish was fulfilled a moment later when what seemed like a
quart of milky goo squirted out all over her chin, cheeks, and
forehead. It was as if he was purposely missing her mouth. Jane
sank her fingers deep into her own shuddering pussy, empathizing as
best she could with the man's orgasm.
Lara stood up, smiling at her lover from under the mask of
semen. "Wow, baby. You really haven't cum for a week have you?
Don't you jerk off?"
"No way, sweet thing. I get pussy when I need to let off some
steam. Thanks for helping me out this time. You still interested
that golden shower?"
Lara giggled. "Not really. That was just fuck talk. You
know. I've never actually tried anything like that."
As if disgusted that she had misled him, the man stood up and
fastened his pants. "Well, that's too bad, baby. I guess I'll
have to go find a hooker who's into water sports. Nice meeting
you."
Lara began to wipe off the cum with some tissues. "Yeah.
Thanks for the ride."
The man started towards the door; Jane whipped her hand out of
her cunt and ran for her own office. She managed to avoid
discovery. Lara left soon after the mysterious dark stranger so
Jane could go home too.
Jim had bought a video camera for his business, but he found
himself using it more frequently for personal reasons. He had
taped Stephanie's riding competitions and a birthday party for one
of Jane's nephews.
When Jane stepped through the door dressed the way she was,
Jim exclaimed: "Wow! Let me get the video camera." The getup was
too good to miss.
He filmed her from all sorts of angles, like a modelling
shoot. He even used some special digital effects to make it look
like a music video. But when he discovered that she wasn't wearing
panties, he began concentrating on low shots that looked up.
"Jane, you ignorant slut, your beaver is showing."
Jane laughed and spread her legs a little wider to let the
camera capture more than just a shadowy hint of pubic fur. "I
think this little video could turn into a porno very quickly."
"Too bad we don't have a full cast and crew. I can't do
everything, my love." Jim was managing to stroke his dick through
his pants while he kept his wife's fabulous body in focus. "I
think a couple of well-hung studs to fuck you senseless would be
just the ticket right now."
"How about a couple of German Shepherds? Or a jolly old elf
and eight tiny reindeer?" Jane was teasing him now, but her
perversion was transmitted through the jokes.
"Santa's Anal Farm Slut. What a concept!" Jim was following
her now, as she moved out of the living room. "Where is my horny,
punked out slut going?"
"Into the bathroom. If you follow me with the camera you
better be ready for a potty party on film." Jane smiled back over
her shoulder. At the bathroom doorway she stopped and said
straight into the camera: "Oooo, little boy. You followed me all
the way into the ladies' room. I'm very embarrassed. You see, I
need to use the toilet rather badly, and I know how much you want
to fill the very holes I'm about to use. You see, little boy, I
have to have a tinkle... but," she looked down coyly, biting her
lower lip, "I also have to squeeze out a big stinky turd. You
wouldn't want to watch that would you?"
Jim was laughing to himself at his wife's playacting. "Well
ma'am, I've never seen a women do her toilet things before."
Jane smiled. She started to shut the door in Jim's face, but
when he held it, she realized that all the talk in the past couple
of days must have played on his mind. Did he really intend to
capture her dump on videotape? "Okay, Jim, when I'm finished
taking a shit, I want you to fuck me there. I mean in the ass."
Jim gulped and lowered the camera as she closed the door on
him.
Later, as they lounged on the couch, Jim said to his wife,
"You know Jane, you turn me on all the time. I think about fucking
you in the ass all the time now that you've suggested it."
"Really?" her doe-like blue eyes glanced into his crotch
before coming to rest on his returning gaze. "I wonder if your big
cock would fit in my asshole. Do you think it would?"
"There's one way to find out."
Jane was wearing only her summer robe, so she parted that and
pulled her knees way up so he could see her cunt and anus.
"Don't you think I might rip open if it doesn't fit." She
traced her right forefinger along her perineum and around the
puckered brown ring.
Jim unzipped his jeans and hauled out his cock. It was semi-
hard already and he stroked it while he moved closer to her.
Jane placed her hand flat against the opening to her bowels,
but did not lower her legs. "You'd just force that big thick prick
into me wouldn't you? You're a bad boy, Jim." She was grinning.
"I'm bad? What about you?" He stood up and moved around so
his hips were beside her head--she was offered a tasty mouthful of
cock. "Every time you go into the washroom these days you say
something about your little asshole. I have fantasies about you
sitting on the toilet taking a shit, because I know that when
you've emptied yourself, I get to fill you back up with cock."
Jane pondered that while she slurped Jim's dick into her
mouth. Momentarily she stopped to say, "You're right. It's that
weirdo on the tape... i've been thinking about that stuff ever
since I heard it." She went back to sucking.
Jim petted her the top of her bobbing head. "Do you think
your mom ever took it up the ass?"
Jane stopped sucking and giggled. "Why, Jim? Do you want to
teach her?" Jane imagined Jim boning her fifty-four year-old
mother up the ass; it was hilarious.
"I think she could learn a thing or two... but I don't know if
I'd be able to tame her. And an older woman... I don't know;
lately I've mostly been thinking about young girls anyway."
"Like Stephanie?" Jane teased.
"Well, she's always on my mind, but I mean really young girls.
Like Ellen's daughter." Ellen was Jane's friend from college. She
had a cute little seven year-old daughter named Debbie.
"Debbie? What do you want to do to Debbie?" Jane kept
stroking his prick with her hand.
"I don't know. Jerk off on her for starters."
"That's about all you could do. But I think Ellen would be
pissed off if you wasted your cum on her daughter; she'd want it
for herself." Jane knew that Ellen was always hot for Jim.
"So baby, what happened to that blowjob you were giving me?"
Jim pushed her head back onto his cock.
She bobbed a few times then broke off again to say: "I think
I'll have to tell Ellen to teach her little girl how to suck a
man's cock. It would come in handy if you're going to be around."
"You better start by teaching Ellen herself how to suck cock.
The blowjob she gave me at that office party a while ago left a lot
to be desired."
"She was drunk, Jim!" Jane pinched him sharply on the thigh
for emphasis. "You're pretty pathetic when you're drunk too, you
know."
Jim laughed and reached down to tweak her left nipple. "You
never complain, you little slut."
She grabbed the base of his shaft. Through gritted teeth she
said, "You're right, you fucking bastard. I take it any way I can
get it from you."
"Good," he said, lifting her up by her shoulders, "because
right now you're going to take it up the ass."
Jane shook her head. "I don't think I'm ready. Let's just
fuck normally for tonight. But I promise, sweetheart, soon."
Stephanie Porter was at her aerobics class at school. The
small gym was crammed with nubile young girls much like herself.
She stood out as one of the prettiest, but many of the others had
equally hot bodies. One would question the need for them to work
out so strenuously. But work they did: all of them were glistening
with sweat.
Sergio Mendez was watching the girls from the doorway of the
gym, leaning on his mop and fiddling with the keys that hung from
his belt. Serge had been the janitor at Tilson High for twenty
years, and the greatest joy the job offered was the young female
flesh that was so frequently on display.
Stephanie suddenly became conscious of her bouncing breasts
when she saw the janitor staring at her. He looked harmless
enough: his expression was more of a happy glazed chicken than a
demonic rapist. Stephanie noticed that his eyes wandered among the
group of aerobicizers, but always came to rest on her again. She
began to feel slightly self-conscious, and looked over at her
friend Gina to see if she had noticed.
Gina was oblivious to the old man; she continued her jumping
jacks and hip-thrusts as usual. Gina had a boyishness about her
that was probably not appealing to the janitor anyway. Her face
was framed with close-cropped brown hair, and her body flared out
only slightly in the requisite places. She was exactly the same
height as Stephanie, but weighed more because her bigger bones were
layered with pure muscle. Gina, Stephanie thought, was
nevertheless sexy in her own athletic, zesty way.
The workout finally ended and Stephanie noticed that the
janitor was still watching her, so she called that fact to Gina's
attention.
"Hey, Gina," she whispered furtively, "see that janitor? I
think he's horny for me."
Gina furrowed her eyebrows. "So who isn't? Serge has been
working here forever. Didn't you read the article about him in the
school paper?"
Steph never read the school paper. "Is he some kind of hero
or something?"
"No, but he's harmless. And you look like a Penthouse Pet
right now, so any normal guy would be looking at you. Your tits
were bouncing like a couple of gophers fighting under a blanket."
Stephanie laughed as they moved towards the changeroom. "I
wonder if he got a hard-on from watching us workout."
"He probably doesn't have one anymore because you probably
made him cum in his pants."
"Do you think he can still fuck? I mean at his age?"
Gina raised one eyebrow, but answered seriously, "He's not a
senior citizen. I think he's only fifty. My dad is forty-eight
and I know he still keeps my mom pretty happy."
Stephanie hummed in deep thought as she peeled off her sweaty
tights.
Gina watched her and finally asked, "You're not thinking of
making Serge's fantasies come true are you?"
"God, Gina," Stephanie reacted with true distaste, "of course
not. I was actually wondering if he could be capable of... well,
attacking me."
Gina was naked now too and they headed off to the crowded
showers. "Like I said: he's harmless." Gina swatted Stephanie on
the ass with her hand and the incident with the janitor faded into
the backs of their minds.
"So are you going to the dance with anyone?" Steph asked Gina
offhandedly.
"I don't think so. I'm not going to ask anyone that's for
sure. The only guy who might ask me to go is Richard. And he's so
obsessed with my ass that I don't think he'd even recognize a
yearbook picture of me."
They laughed, but Stephanie added seriously: "You've got to
admit, though, Gina, your ass is one of your best features."
"Yeah, but I do have a cunt too, and I'm not sure Richard even
knows that."
Stephanie laughed again, and hit her friend playfully. "Are
you saying he'd only try to Greek you?"
Gina looked around the changeroom to make sure none of the
other girls were listening. "Hey, if he wants to stick his cock up
my ass, I wouldn't mind, as long as he knew how to do everything
else right."
"Would you really let him?"
"Sure."
"Wouldn't you worry about... being clean for him?"
Gina put a finger to her chin in thought. "I think any guy
who wants to put his cock in the hole you shit with is taking his
chances. I wouldn't care one way or the other."
After Gina went home, Stephanie did not forget completely
about Serge. That week at school, she kept seeing him in the hall
and tried to avoid making eye-contact.
Meanwhile, Matt Barrow, the star quarterback of the school,
and a gorgeous hunk of a guy, was putting some moves on her. She
responded in a lukewarm fashion, certain that Matt was a softheaded
fool. But seeing him in tight jeans always gave her enough
incentive to be civil and talk to him for as long as he could keep
a conversation going. Most often, thankfully, that was not much
longer than a few sentences.
One day, though, when they were alone in the football coach's
office, he surprised her. "So Steph, I guess I've gotten friends
enough with you to ask you out. I mean, I want to ask you to the
dance on Friday."
"That's sweet of you, Matt. I'm not sure if I'll go though,
because I'm sure I know what you've got in mind for after the
dance."
Matt blushed and looked at the floor. "Aw come on Steph.
It's not like you haven't noticed how I feel about you. I think
I'm in love."
"Well," she said crossing her arms over her breasts, "I've
noticed how you talk to your friends about me. And I've heard what
they've said back."
"What do you mean?" How could she have heard their locker-
room talk?
"`Yeah, Matt, can you imagine how hot her pussy is?' `Well,
guys, we'll find out on Friday. A few beers and a little coaxing
and she'll be riding my dick like a...' What was it? `...a cowgirl
in heat.' Very sweet Matt." Stephanie had heard about their
conversation from the freshman ballboy who was friends with Gina's
brother Luke. Her imitations of Matt and his friends rang very
true.
Matt was dumbstruck, and his face was turning cherry-red.
"How about: `Do you think she likes to suck cock? Can you
imagine squirting a load all over those tits of hers, just like in
that porno movie we saw.' You guys are pigs."
He stammered an unintelligible excuse.
Stephanie grabbed him by the collar with both hands. "I know
exactly how you feel about me, Matt. It's nothing like love. It's
more like how I feel about you: you're a sexy piece of meat. You
don't think I talk with the girls in our locker-room about you?"
Matt raised his eyes off the ground for the first time since
he had looked down. "What?"
Stephanie released his collar and held his face tightly
between her palms. "I wonder how good your tongue is, or if you
know how to use your cock so it feels better than a dildo with a
body attached to it. But I have one problem: I'm a girl. So
anything I actually do will come back to haunt me a thousand times
over. I'll be called a slut and a bitch and a whore."
"Noooo." Matt shook his head incredulously, but knew she
spoke the truth.
"And I don't want to have my senior year ruined by shit like
that. If you were a nice guy, I wouldn't hesitate to let you throw
me across the coach's desk right now and fuck me in any hole you
wanted. But, lets face it, Matt, you're a total goof and a
dickhead."
The big quarterback looked like a little boy who'd just been
spanked but had managed to hold back the tears. He was biting his
lower lip. He continued to shake his head. He hadn't a clue what
to say.
Stephanie flew out the door before she lost her inertia -- and
smacked right into Serge the janitor.
"I'm sorry, miss," Serge apologized.
This time she couldn't avoid him. "It's okay... Serge, isn't
it?"
"Yes, miss," he took off his grimy baseball cap and offered a
hand to shake.
She shook it. It was warm and leathery. He reminded her of
the horses at her stables. "Yeah, I saw something about you in the
school paper," she lied.
He seemed embarrassed by the fact that she knew about from a
newspaper article. "Oh that. That was nothing." He still hadn't
released her hand.
Matt stormed past them, and suddenly Steph was glad she was
still shaking Serge's hand. At least Matt was unlikely to start
something.
When Matt darted around the corner, though, Stephanie pulled
her hand away from Serge's. "You always work this late?" she
asked.
"Most nights. The wife don't much like it, but the job keeps
us fed and clothed so she don't complain."
Stephanie smiled. He was a good old hick, probably from out
Galston Valley way. She stepped away and said, "Well, I better get
going." She scanned him from head to toe. He was wearing
coveralls that were as grimy as his baseball cap. But he smelled
only of oil and dust -- like a mechanic. Then she noticed the lump
in his crotch.
"Uh, miss, I couldn't help overhearing you and your boyfriend
earlier. I was wondering if there was anything wrong. Is he
bothering you?" Serge seemed genuinely concerned, but if he really
did overhear all of their conversation, it would certainly explain
the hardness in his pants.
"You know, Serge, I don't think your wife would like you
listening in on conversations like that." Stephanie backed up
another step.
Serge closed the gap again by taking two steps forward.
"Well, miss, it sounds to me like you told that little bastard off
real good. You really laid it on the line."
Stephanie stopped backing up and smiled. "You're right,
Serge, but that doesn't change the fact that what I said was too
hot to be overheard. I mean, I bet it turned you on, didn't it?"
"You mean that stuff about filling every one of your holes?
Well, miss, I must admit I've thought some pretty nasty thoughts
about you from time to time. You're a spicy little dish, but I
always treat women with respect."
She moved a step closer to him. "What nasty thoughts have you
had Serge? Have you thought about me while you were with your
wife?"
Serge fiddled with the baseball cap in his hands. "Miss,
you're getting a little personal here. I think it'd be best if you
just moved along now."
She didn't know what was driving her, but this janitor that
had provoked a couple of nightmares in her, was now turning her on.
"Come on Serge, do you think about me when you fuck your wife?"
Serge's head snapped up and his eyes burned back at her. She
jumped a little, but remained steadfast, awaiting the answer to her
provocative question. "Yes, miss, I do. Ever since I saw you at
your aerobics class, I've thought about you. You're so fine, I
can't believe it."
More confident than ever, now, she moved face-to-face with
him. She could feel his breath; his skin smelled like Aqua Velva
and his breath like Listerine. But the overall impression was
still of the dusty riding trails she loved. "Do you want to fuck
me Serge? Do you want all your perverted little fantasies to come
true?" Stephanie though back to what Gina had asked her about
Serge's fantasies. The answer, she now supposed, was yes.
Serge couldn't believe his ears. He was standing a few inches
away from the most beautiful young girl he had ever seen in real
life. She was talking like a two-bit whore, and he was being
offered the trick for free. "Well, miss, I think your values are
a little messed up and I know you don't want to be known as a slut.
But you're better off letting me have my way with you than some
loudmouth QB from the school team. Besides, I can tell you're
aching for an experienced tool to fill your muff."
Stephanie licked his cheek and nibbled at his ear. "Not just
my muff. When you get home, I want your wife to smell my shit on
your tool. I want it up the ass." She grinned wickedly at him.
Serge smiled. "I must say, miss, it's been years since I
cornholed a little hussy like you. The last arse I plugged was a
little Korean bitch in New York in 1959." He seemed to drift back
from his faraway thoughts and concentrate on her once again. He
still hadn't touched her, but she ignored that and continued to
nibble on his earlobe.
"I bet you've asked your wife to let you fuck her up the ass
haven't you?"
Serge laughed. "Rowina? Not her. No sir. She's a little
too straight laced for that kind of nonsense."
Stephanie hugged him closer and continued her lusty
provocations. "How will you know if you never try. Maybe Rowina
has fantasies about you raping her ass with your big mean prick.
I know I always used to think it was gross. But my aunt told me
how great it can be if you both know what you're doing."
"Come with me then, miss. I know a place we can have some
privacy."
She followed him down some back stairs she had never noticed
before. The smell of diesel oil was even stronger down here. It
was obviously near the furnace room, as the temperature went up
with the smell. Before she saw the furnace, though, Serge ducked
under a bundle of large pipes and slipped a key into a little door
in the wall behind. The door was half the height of a normal door
so she had to remain ducked down to follow him into the room.
Serge flicked on the lights and quickly closed the door. When
she stopped squinting, Stephanie saw that they were standing in a
large office, with a desk, two chairs, a couch, and full kitchen
facilities. When she wandered around a little she even discovered
a toilet behind a cloth-and-wood screen.
"How do you like my office? I built it myself. Nobody really
even knows it's here."
What amazed Stephanie was the brightness of the room. Serge
had installed four banks of fluorescent lights in the ceiling. It
was shadowless.
The office was also cool. In her usual jeans and T-shirt,
Stephanie was feeling a little chilly--a major contrast to the heat
she felt emanating from the furnace somewhere beyond the little
door.
"It's great, Serge. You did a great job." Stephanie hugged
her arms around her body to ward off the cool air. "Do you have
the air conditioning on full blast?"
"Oops. Sorry about that. I can't do much about the
temperature. Maybe we should get down to what we came here for and
that should heat things up." He leered at her and fiddled with the
crotch of his coveralls. Stephanie noticed that his hard-on had
not subsided.
She motioned with her head at the lump. "Why don't you start
by showing me what you've got hiding in those pants. Come on, show
me it. Show me your cock, Serge."
Serge just grinned and looked down at the obvious outline of
his prick. "I want to show you something else first, miss." He
took out his keyring again and stooped to unlock the bottom drawer
of his desk. He pulled out a stack of magazines and spread them
out on the desktop. "This is my private collection. Have you ever
seen anything like these before?"
Curious, Stephanie walked to the desk to see them. "Wow."
They were all very graphic porno magazines. Titles like Cumfest,
Fuck My Asshole, Barnyard Fuckers, Golden Shower Sluts, and Pre-
Teen Gangbang screamed out at her in bright neon colours. She
picked up a thick glossy publication called Farmer's Cocksucking
School and flipped through it. The first page showed a handsome
middle-aged cowboy riding a horse. It reminded Stephanie of the
Marlboro ads. But she quickly realized that the magazine had no
ads at all; the pictures told a story, and every few pages was full
of text. The story involved the cowboy (who was apparently
supposed to be a farmer) getting his cock sucked by his wife and
daughters, then getting them to suck off some of his friends. The
friends bring over their young daughters and the farmer gets them
to suck all the cocks in the room too. Stephanie was surprised how
young some of the girls were; they seemed no older than ten,
breastless and bushless.
Her curiosity about the age of these girls made her pick up
the Pre-Teen Gangbang mag. In this one the girls and boys were
sitting in their primary school classroom and their slutty-looking
teacher announces a class trip to the zoo. One of the kids'
mothers comes along as a chaperon, and brings her infant child with
her. On the way, their bus is highjacked by a biker gang who rape
the chaperon and the teacher in front of the kids. Then a little
girl takes off her clothes and asks the bikers to do it to her too.
They oblige her and most of the other little girls. Finally the
bikers get the little boys to fuck their female classmates. One
photo that shocked Stephanie was a huge cock spewing cum onto the
face of the baby, who was no older than a year.
"Does this stuff turn you on?" Stephanie asked. She purposely
controlled any sign of distaste.
"Yeah, some. How about you?"
"Well I like all the cocks and cum and stuff, but this picture
of the baby is a bit much. On the other hand, I wish I had someone
to teach me this stuff when I was a little girl."
"Take a look at some of the other ones. I want to find out
what you like."
Stephanie picked up a magazine with a picture of a German
Shepherd on the cover. It was called Puppy Lust and it chronicled
the adventures of two girls as they frolic through a small town
having sex with all of the neighbourhood dogs, as well as a few of
the dogs' male and female owners.
"I like this one," Stephanie said. "I think it's neat how two
girls could get so horny they'd fuck just about anything."
"Do you look at dogs' cocks?"
"Yeah. I mean I've noticed them before." Stephanie seemed a
little embarrassed and put Puppy Lust back on the desk.
"What about piss? Do you think about getting pissed on?"
She flipped open a magazine called Piss Fest. "I don't know.
I've never really thought about it. But now that I have, I guess
I think it's pretty gross actually." Stephanie felt Serge's breath
on the back of her neck. Through her jeans, she sensed the heat of
his groin behind her. He was very aroused. "Why? Do you want to
piss on me?"
Serge cleared his throat, then whispered: "I've thought about
it." He finally touched her, running his hands up her sides and
cupping her breasts in his palms. "Imagine my hot stream flowing
down between these big melons," he stroked both hands down over her
belly and pubis, "the golden trickle running through your furry
muff and across your joy buzzer."
The picture Serge painted started to arouse Stephanie. She
remembered the times as a young girl she had tried to catch a
glimpse of her father peeing. She also thought about how good she
felt unclenching her full bladder after a long car ride. "You
might be right that it would feel good, Serge, but I still think it
would stink."
Serge pressed his erection into the cleft of her denim-clad
ass. "Yeah, it would stink, but you'd beg for more. You'd start
to love the smell, and you'd beg me to piss in your mouth."
Her pussy was juicing up now, but she refused to allow herself
to sink into the gutter with Serge. "Maybe, but I don't think so.
There's no way I'd let a guy do that. Maybe I'd just beg you to
fuck me."
"Is that what you want right now missy? Some nice hard tool
stuffed in your cunt? Or do you still want it in your asshole?"
"I think I'll just blow you and then get going home. Is that
alright? I know I can't leave you all worked up like this, but I
don't think I want to get all sweaty and gooey."
"Okay, you can suck me off this time, but next time I see you
when school's out, I'll expect a little more." Serge unzipped his
fly and hauled out his throbbing member. "Here you go missy. Give
it a good suck."
Stephanie put down Piss Fest and kneeled in front of Serge.
His crotch smelled of sweat and stale piss. She slurped his shaft
into her mouth, licking away all the unpleasantness until all she
could taste was her own spit. She felt very slutty, but that made
her all the more aroused.
Serge finally puffed out a tremendous orgasm and Stephanie
swallowed every creamy drop.
When Jim got home from work, he found Jane in her silk robe on
the couch. He was about to strike up a conversation with her when
he realized she was on the phone. Eavesdropping for a few minutes
allowed him to establish that she was talking to her brother
Patrick. But he only heard the one side of the conversation.
"I know," Jane said expressively. "Oh, I know. Well, Mom's
like that, Patrick. She'll always need a strong hand from Dad."
Thinking back to the hot phone conversation he'd had with his
wife earlier in the week, he got a brilliant idea. Watching her
sensuous lips move as she chatted casually with her brother, Jim
unzipped his fly in front of her. He pulled his stiffening member
out and watched her reaction. She averted her eyes, trying not to
be distracted by his cock.
"Patrick, do you think Dad will buy the house even if she
doesn't like it?"
Relentlessly, he stroked it to full hardness beside her face.
She stopped trying to ignore him and fiddled with his balls while
she talked.
"He what?... He brought her home to Mom and Dad the next day?
What did Mom say?... And Dad probably slapped him on the back and
congratulated him on such a fine piece of ass, right? Just a sec,
Patrick." She clapped her hand over the phone to explain to Jim:
"Mike met a black chick in a bar and introduced her to Mom and Dad
the next day. Can you believe it?"
Jim shrugged, and before she got re-involved in the
conversation, he said, "Open your robe... and say something dirty
to your brother." He pushed his cock against her mouth and she
pulled away, smiling.
Putting her finger to her lips, she shushed her husband up and
said to Patrick: "Sorry about that. So what does Mike think of
her; is he really serious about her?" Jane's eyebrows rose and she
gasped, "No way! Patrick, that's disgusting--but tell me more!"
She was intrigued by whatever Patrick was saying, and she opened
her robe to clutch her left tit. Jim took the right one. "God,
Patrick, Mike is a real hound isn't he? But you know what?" Jane
winked at Jim. "You made me wet when you told me what he did to
her." Jim's cock lurched as he imagined Patrick's reaction to his
sister's private revelation.
He whispered to her: "You slut."
"Patrick, you don't have to tell me about your hard-on just
because I said I was wet... Is Rachel there? You'd better get her
to take care of it for you... She isn't? Maybe I better let you go
then... You know, so you can do whatever little boys do to get rid
of uncomfortable things like that." Jane moved her hand down to
her pussy and slid a finger along the moist crevice. "I won't...
No... because I'm your sister."
Jim frowned and put his hand over the mouthpiece. "Jane,
don't be such a prick teaser. What does he want you to do?"
She giggled. "Just what you wanted... he wants me to talk
dirty to him while he jerks off. But I'm not going to do it." She
pushed Jim's hand away and talked to her brother. "Don't be so
bad, Patrick. I'm going to hang up now... yes, I am... because
you're being a naughty little boy."
Jim took off his pants and underwear and knelt down in front
of the couch. He kissed between Jane's legs and let his tongue
slide up over her distended clitoris, sending tingles of rapture
through her body. It was reflected in her voice. "No, Patrick, I
can't... I should tell Mom on you. You're being filthy... No I'm
not just sitting here `like a frigid bitch.' Don't call me that...
Yes I know how big it is... No, you're right, I've never seen it
hard before... God, that is big."
Jim was fervently laving her genitals from asshole to belly-
button; she was spouting fresh pussy juice with every pass of his
tongue -- the couch under her butt was soaked. The oral attention
of her husband was taking its toll. But Jim realized that, for his
benefit, Jane was repeating much of what Patrick said.
Jane had her eyes closed; she was trying to use sheer
willpower not to let Patrick in on the fact that she was having her
pussy eaten. "I know... yes, I can bet Rachel loves it... No I'm
not jealous... No I wouldn't want to try it... You're being a
real pig, Patrick... because, I'm your sister... no... because it's
rude to hang up on someone--even filthy little boys like you... You
really want to know? Yes... yes, I'm still wet... No I'm not
thinking about your cock... Oh, good... because I want it to be
over soon... No... it's not because I want to think about it
spurting out..." She pointed at the phone, shaking her head for
Jim's benefit. "On my tits? You pig... Rachel likes that? Good,
do it to her... On her face, too? Sounds like you've found
yourself a real slut, Patrick... Yeah... I never said I didn't like
the taste... Anywhere he wants... Yes, Patrick, even on my face...
Jim's done it before on my face, but... Yeah I liked it... Patrick,
you can't call me that... Okay, I'm sorry I called her a slut, and
you're right, maybe I'm one too... Hey, I thought you were going to
cum soon..."
The room was quiet except for the licking sounds Jim was
making in his wife's pussy. Suddenly, an involuntary moan escaped
from Jane's throat.
"No I'm not masturbating too... I'm not... Go ahead and
imagine it... Well, I'm sorry I ever let you see my modelling
portfolio... I'm glad you don't know what it looks like. They
weren't those kind of pictures... Yeah, and I left them out of the
portfolio... It was by accident. Sometimes the photographer would
shoot before I was in position... The whole thing, Patrick. Lips
and all. My whole pussy... Sometimes, yeah, my asshole too, you
pig."
Jane was shaking all over now. Jim had brought her to the
brink of orgasm several times. This made her even more susceptible
to Patrick's obviously lewd prompting. She even started to
initiate some of the banter.
"You should ask Rachel if she wants you to show them to me...
How dirty are the pictures?... Rachel and you together?... Can you
see everything?... Patrick, I can't believe it... Her asshole with
cum oozing out of it? That's disgusting... If your cock is really
as big as you say, she must be very good at anal sex, or is she
into pain?... I've never tried it... Well, I can imagine what I'm
missing... Listen, are you going to cum soon or not?... Up my ass?
I thought you wanted to cum on my tits?... Is that your favourite
part of me? I think Jim likes my ass too..."
As if on cue, Jim slid a finger into her tight little
butthole, swirling it around for full effect.
"Finally, Patrick. God, you took long enough to cum..."
Hearing that her brother had erupted on the other end of the
phone released a switch in Jane, and she shuddered to a mind-
blowing orgasm. Her thighs clamped so tightly around Jim's head
he thought the top of his skull would pop open. She pressed the
handset into the couch and groaned loudly in relief. Then she
looked down at Jim, whose face was glistening, hair dishevelled,
and cock still hard. "Jim, baby, you better slip your cock into my
cunt while it's still so wet and puffy from your licking, which was
fantastic by the way."
The phone was still pressed into the cushions of the couch and
Jim angled his throbbing shaft towards her swollen vagina. "You
made your brother cum. Now you better make your husband cum too...
you hot little bitch."
While Jim pumped his dick in and out of her juicy slot, Jane
picked up the handset again. "Are you still there Patrick?... No,
uh, Jim came home. I had to get up to let him in... No, he's not
in the room. Did you make a mess?... I'm glad I could help. But
I still think you're a bad boy, and I might still tell Mom on
you... Okay, Patrick, we'll see you soon... Yep. Bye-bye."
She hung up and grabbed Jim's asscheeks in her hands,
encouraging him to thrust harder. "Come on, baby, fuck me as hard
as you can. Give me a nice hot load of spunk in my pussy."
"Talking like that with your brother turned you on didn't it?
I bet he wants to fuck you now more than ever."
"Shut up and pump me, you bastard," Jane hissed, humping her
hips to meet his thrusts. She wanted to try to put the depraved
conversation with Patrick out of her mind.
Sunday was always a lazy day for Ellen Wilson. She usually
managed to catch up on housework and spent some time with her
daughter Debbie. But this Sunday was different because, for the
first time in ages, she had invited people over for dinner.
Her friend Jane and Jane's husband Jim were coming over.
Ellen had met Jim only once, and she had ended up sucking his cock
in the men's washroom at Jane's office building. She had been so
embarrassed after that indiscretion that she'd avoided Jane for
months. It had been Jane who had patched up the friendship.
Thankful that there were no hard feelings, but admitting to
herself that she was still attracted to Jim, Ellen decided to risk
inviting them over. She decided not to send Debbie to a
babysitter, because she concluded that having her little daughter
underfoot might keep her hormones under control.
Jane and Jim arrived promptly at seven o'clock. When they
walked through the door, Ellen almost gasped out loud: they both
looked fantastic. But it made Ellen feel very underdressed.
Jane was wearing a silk blouse and black linen skirt that came
to mid-thigh. Her sheer black stockings made her legs look even
better than they normally did. Jim was wearing a sportsjacket and
open-necked shirt, but he seemed to carry himself as if he was
wearing a tuxedo.
As for Ellen, she was wearing a simple summer dress and
sandals. She looked down at her legs and felt like they were
blotchy compared to the sleek perfection of Jane's.
"You guys both look great," Ellen said. "What can I get you?"
"Scotch," they both answered.
"Okay great. Debbie, why don't you take Mr. and Mrs.
Calwell--Uncle Jim and Aunt Jane--into the living room." Ellen
directed her daughter into the largest room in the apartment; Jim
and Jane followed. "Make yourselves comfortable, I'll be right in
with the drinks."
Jim whispered to Jane when they sat on the couch together,
"Look at Debbie. Isn't she a doll." Debbie was occupied in the
corner of the living room with a model ranch, complete with horses
and miniature riders. She was wearing a red velour skirt and a
frilly white blouse. Her brown hair was pulled up into pigtails on
either side of her cherubic little face.
Jane shook her finger at Jim and whispered back, "Don't you
dare go off with that little girl tonight. We're going to have a
nice dinner without having your perverted thoughts about Debbie
ruin our night."
"I'll try not to. How about if I go help Ellen with the
drinks?" Jim stood to leave.
"Good idea. I'll get acquainted with Debbie." Jane patted
the space on the couch that Jim had vacated and beckoned to Debbie.
"Come here, Debbie, and tell me about that toy you've got there."
Jim came into the kitchen as Ellen was reaching into the
freezer for some ice cubes. When she closed the door, she was
startled to see him.
"Jesus, Jim, you gave me a bit of a jump," Ellen said, holding
her empty hand against her chest.
"Jane thought it would be a good idea if I came out and helped
you with the drinks." He moved close to her along the counter
where the glasses were lined up.
"Well, that's great, but I can manage. And besides, you're
the guest, you're supposed to relax and be waited on." Ellen put
the cubes into the glasses and went to a cupboard to reach for the
booze. It was quite a stretch, and Ellen dress rode up in the
back, exposing the bottom of her pantyclad buttocks. Jim ogled her
appreciatively. Her body was not as perfect as Jane's, but for a
woman who had given birth once, she held her own. Besides, Jim
mused, Ellen's tits were bigger than Jane's.
While still on tiptoes, Ellen turned her head to Jim, "Um, I
think I need your help after all. Can you reach the Scotch. It's
in the back of the cupboard; I'm afraid I don't drink the stuff."
Jim joined her at the cupboard and smoothed his hand over her
ass. "I don't think you're really dressed for reaching up into
cupboards."
Ellen tsked her disapproval and allowed Jim to reach up for
her. "I think you should keep your hands to yourself tonight, Jim.
I know what happened last time you started touchy feely stuff."
"Nothing bad happened. I had a great time, and you got a
healthy stomachful of protein." Jim chuckled and handed her the
Scotch bottle.
She shook her head and grabbed the bottle unceremoniously.
"Fuck off, Jim. Don't even talk about it."
He grabbed her arm by the shoulders as soon as she put the
bottle on the counter. He spun her to face him. "Listen, you
fucking hosebag, you begged to suck my cock and I let you. Don't
tell me to fuck off over something that we both enjoyed and my wife
doesn't mind one bit. Nobody got hurt."
Ellen looked down, her bottom lip trembling. "She doesn't
mind at all? I thought she just forgave me."
"I could whip out my dick right now and call her in to watch
and she wouldn't mind." Jim moved his face an inch away from hers.
"In fact, she'd love to watch you suck me off--she could even give
you a few pointers."
Ellen looked directly back into Jim's eyes. "You turn me on
so much, Jim. I haven't had a man since that office party without
thinking about you. Your cock tastes like candy and your cum is so
sweet..."
Jim pecked her on the lips and smiled into her eyes. "Good.
Now we have all that cleared up, let's have a nice time tonight.
I'm dying to meet your daughter."
Ellen kissed him back and went about pouring the drinks. "I
made chicken parmesan for dinner, I hope you like it."
"I don't know, I've never tried it. If you cook half as good
as you look, I'm sure it will be delicious." Jim carried his own
drink back into the living room.
Ellen handed Jane her drink and said, "So have you two been
playing `horsey' with the playranch?"
Debbie enthusiastically answered, "Bad guys came down from the
hills and stole the rancher's horses. They killed the rancher and
took his wife back into the hills."
"That's terrible," Ellen said melodramatically. "What did
they do when they got her back into the hills?"
Debbie pondered a little, then turned to Jane and asked: "Aunt
Jane, what did the bad guys do to the rancher's wife?" The
question confirmed Ellen's suspicion that Jane had been the author
of the imaginary incident.
"Oh, they did horrible nasty things to her."
"Did they rape her?" Debbie asked.
Ellen coughed and said, "That's not a nice thing to ask,
dear."
Jane smirked at the child's precociousness and asked Ellen,
"Where did she learn about rape?"
Ellen just shrugged.
Jane asked Debbie, "What do you mean by rape?"
"Well... when they stick their things inside her when she
doesn't want them to."
"Oh, yes, I'm sure they do that, but then they kill her."
"Oh no! Aunt Jane, what happened to the horses?" Debbie asked
rather frantically. "I hope they didn't kill them too."
"No, they wouldn't do that," Jane explained calmly. "They
sell the horses at an auction to the person who pays the most.
That's how the horse thieves get rich."
Ellen broke in, "Okay, darling, that's enough horror stories
for now. Why don't you go get your Barbie dolls to show Aunt Jane
and Uncle Jim."
Debbie ran to her room to grab the dolls.
"You're freaking the kid out with that story, Jane," Jim said.
"She's seen worse on TV," Ellen said.
"Besides," Jane added, "kids like horror stories as much as
adults."
Debbie arrived back with the Barbies. She immediately started
peeling off their costumes. "I'm going to put on their summer
dresses, like Mommy's."
"That's sweet of you, darling," said Ellen. "Jim, Jane, can
I refresh your drinks?"
"Sure," said Jane.
"Uh, I'm driving, so I'll go easy," Jim said.
Ellen went to the kitchen.
Jim leaned into Jane to whisper to her. "I heated Ellen up a
little in the kitchen. She was ready to repeat her office party
performance again."
His wife shook her head, grinning. "You swine."
Ellen returned with a drink for Jane and herself.
This situation repeated itself four more times, meaning that
Jane and Ellen had downed five drinks each. And each one had been
a little stiffer than the last as Ellen became careless in her
measuring. Eventually, when she sat down in the chair across from
Jane and Jim, they noticed that instead of crossing her legs as she
had before, she sat with them slightly parted. The couple noticed
their hostess's cotton covered crotch; the white material seemed to
be darkened with moisture.
Debbie noticed too. She piped up: "Mommy, we can see your
panties!"
Jane and Jim laughed. Ellen responded to her daughter, "I'm
sorry sweetheart, but I'm much too hot to cross my legs." She
winked at Jane and Jim.
"We don't mind looking up your mommy's dress," Jim said.
"Here, I'll uncross my legs too so you don't think your mom is
any different," Jane offered, showing off her silky white panties.
"You're funny," Debbie said to Jane. "Should I show you my
panties too?"
Jim replied quickly, "That's a good idea, then none of the
girls are left out." His wife gave him a dirty look but Ellen
smiled her approval, unaware of his ulterior motives.
Debbie sat facing them, cross-legged, and continued to dress
and undress her Barbie dolls.
"You know, Ellen, if you're really that hot, there's no real
reason you even need those panties. We're all friends here," Jim
said.
Jane shook her head, but said, "He's right, Ellen. Take them
off; I'll join you."
Ellen smiled nervously for a moment then looked over at
Debbie, who was engrossed in the dolls. "Debbie honey, Aunt Jane
and I are going to take off our underwear. Do you want to take
yours off too? Uncle Jim won't mind." Ellen decided that in order
to carry out this sexual diversion successfully, she'd need
Debbie's cooperation.
"No. I won't mind," Jim said. "In fact Debbie, I'd really
like to see your cute little slit. It's probably not all hairy
like your mom and Aunt Jane's."
Debbie stood up and lifted her skirt. She stood undecided for
a moment. "Mommy is Uncle Jim going to show us his if we show him
ours?"
Ellen giggled. "Why? Would you like to see Uncle Jim's
thing?"
Jim answered Debbie: "If you're a good little girl, maybe I'll
show you it after dinner."
Jane was standing now too, swaying slightly. She hurried up
the process. "Here I go Debbie; I'm going to take mine off." She
pulled up her linen skirt slowly, exposing the tops of her black
stockings and the racy red garters that held them up. She stood
with her skirt bunched around her hips for a moment. "Are you
ready, everyone?"
Ellen said, "I can't wait." She started wriggling out of her
own panties without standing up.
Jane made much more of a production out of it. She teetered
on her high heels and rotated her hips as she slowly slid the silky
white briefs off her hips. Eventually she let them slide down her
legs and pool around her ankles where she gracefully stepped out of
them.
"Doesn't she look great, Debbie? Do you hope your thing looks
like that when you grow up?" Jim prompted.
Debbie nodded and pulled down her own panties. "Mine doesn't
have any hair on it. Mommy when will mine have hair like you and
Aunt Jane?"
Ellen looked down at her own exposed cunt and slid a hand
sensuously through the hair. "Soon enough honey. But remember
what Uncle Jim said: he likes it with no hair."
"Yeah," Jane interjected, "but Jim's a dirty old man."
At that moment there was a knock at the apartment door. Ellen
looked confused for an instant, as she wasn't expecting anyone.
Nevertheless, she got up to answer it, leaving her panties on the
couch.
When Ellen opened the door, Mr. Warren, the old man from down
the hall, was standing there with his dog, Charly, on a leash.
"I'm sorry to bother you dear, but I was wondering if you
could take Charly for the night. My son's been in a car accident
and he's in hospital." Mr. Warren looked a little haggard, and he
mechanically handed Ellen the dog's leash.
"Of course, Mr. Warren. I hope your son will be alright. Is
it serious?" Ellen took the leash.
"No, I'm told he'll be fine. But he's been asking for me and
I feel I should spend the night with him."
Ellen squatted to pat the dog, unaware that she gave Mr.
Warren an unobstructed view of her yawning vagina. "Hiya Charly.
I know you'll be a good little doggie won't you?"
Charly woofed gently and Mr. Warren tried his hardest not to
look up Ellen's short dress. "Thank you very much dear. I must be
off now. Thank you again." Mr. Warren backed awkwardly away,
trying to conceal the lump forming in his baggy trousers.
Ellen waved goodbye and led Charly into the apartment.
"Looks like we have another guest for dinner, Debbie," Ellen
said. "Mr. Warren had to see his son in hospital."
"Goody! I love Charly," Debbie squealed, throwing her arms
around the little mutt, who was a cross between a terrier, a
collie, and a golden lab. Charly woofed happily and licked
Debbie's face.
"Okay, let's eat," Ellen suggested.
Jim and Jane got up. While Jane was straightening out her
skirt, Jim snook up behind Ellen and scooped up a handful of bare
ass. Ellen giggled and slapped his hand away.
"Behave, Jimmy, you naughty little boy," she scolded.
They sat down around the table and Ellen brought out a large
casserole dish of chicken parmesan and assorted bowls of
vegetables. It was an impressive display.
During the meal, which was delicious, Charly pattered quietly
around waiting for scraps. Jim leaned over to Ellen and whispered,
"Give Charly a treat: drop some food on your chair between your
legs. When he finds it, you'll get a treat too."
Ellen did as Jim suggested and a few moments later she gasped
as Charly licked up the food, slathering his hot tongue across her
exposed labia. "Wow, that was amazing. Jane you've got to try
it."
"What?" Jane asked, unaware of what was going on under the
table.
"Put some food down between your legs and let Charly lick it
up. He's got quite an amazing tongue."
Debbie dipped her head below table level to watch. Sure
enough, as soon as Jane put the piece of chicken between her
widespread legs, Charly dashed in tongue-first. Debbie tried it
next and found the sensation very pleasurable.
"Charly licked me," Debbie declared, "right on my peehole. It
tickled. Did you like it Mommy?"
"It feels wonderful doesn't it sweetheart?"
Jim reached over under the table and slid his hand between
Ellen's legs. Her legs were already spread, and his fingers soon
pulled open her pussy lips to allow him to get his middle finger
inside her. She looked over and raised her eyebrows at him, but
made no move to stop him. He began massaging her clit with his
thumb.
Although Jane didn't continue to feed the dog, the single lick
he had given her was enough to rev up her juicemaker and she found
herself sustaining the pleasure by diddling herself frantically.
She looked over to watch Jim performing the same function for her
friend.
Debbie looked under the table again and discovered the
masturbatory activity going on down there. She disappeared fully
under the table and knelt down between her mother's legs to watch
Jim's stroking fingers closely. "Uncle jim, why are you fiddling
with Mommy's peehole?" she asked from under the table.
"Because it feels good. Do you want me to play with yours?"
Jim reached towards Debbie, but Jane slapped his hand away.
"Play with mine instead, honey. I'm tired of playing with myself.
Besides, I'm too drunk to do it properly."
"Okay. Come here."
Jim sat between the two women, arms outstretched, with each
hand busy working on a wet slash of womanhood. Yet the real object
of his lust, what was causing the huge bulge in his pants, was the
little girl watching them from across the table. He could see her
cute little pussy under the short skirt she was wearing: utterly
hairless, it was simple and perfect. So intently was she watching
his busy hands that her expression looked almost smouldery, as if
she were purposely trying to look sexy.
When Jim looked at Ellen and Jane, he found that they both had
their eyes closed and heads thrown back, totally engaged in what he
was doing with his fingers.
He mouthed a message to Debbie: "Come over here," and motioned
with his head for emphasis. She obediently approached, but he felt
powerless to communicate with her. He wanted her to unzip his
pants and free his engorged monster, but he could neither speak nor
gesture for fear of alerting his wife or Ellen to his perversion.
He felt as if his hands were tied behind his back.
In an attempt to get somewhere with the girl, he made kissing
actions with his lips. Debbie silently giggled and slowly
approached him, lips puckered to kiss him. He could smell her
fresh skin before she made contact, but when her lips touched his,
he felt a tug of lust at his groin. When she kissed him again, he
parted his lips and let his tongue sit on his bottom lip. She felt
the extra wetness and backed away, wiping her mouth on the sleeve
of her blouse.
"Yech," she said aloud, causing Ellen and Jane to zoom back
into reality.
"What is it sweetheart? Do you think it's yucky that Mommy
and Aunt Jane are letting Uncle Jim fiddle with our peeholes?"
Ellen asked.
Debbie looked sternly at Jim. "No. But he kissed me with his
tongue out like a doggie."
Jane was about to scold Jim when Ellen came to his defense:
"But you like it when Charly kisses you like that. Let Uncle Jim
kiss you again. This time you kiss him like a doggie too. Maybe
you can touch tongues."
Debbie agreed with her mother's logic, and she merrily climbed
onto Jim's lap and licked his cheek. "There. Just like Charly."
Jim licked her back and took her head between his cunt-slimed
hands to brace her for a serious French kiss. When his tongue
snaked into her little mouth, she resisted only slightly. Soon her
tongue was jousting proficiently with his.
"There," Ellen said, "now you're kissing like a grown-up."
Jane decided that there was nothing for her to do but go along
with her husband's desires, especially since the little girl's
mother didn't seem to care. Ellen was, in fact, actively
encouraging the deviant behaviour. Besides, Jane realized as she
watched Debbie perched on her husband's lap, pigtails fluttering
back and forth with each undulation of a passionate kiss, it was
beginning to turn her on.
"Ellen," Jane addressed her friend, "can you believe my
husband? What a pervert!"
"Doesn't it turn you on Jane? I always wished Jeff had stayed
around so he could have taught Debbie like this. She might as well
learn it at home." Then Ellen stumbled out of her chair and
flopped down at Jane's sprawled out feet. "You know what, friend?
Your pussy is looking awfully tasty from way over there. Can I get
a taste?"
Jane didn't answer Ellen--she simply grabbed her by the hair
and pushed her face-first between her legs. The sensation of a
ravenous tongue working on her cunt was greatly appreciated.
Jim was still kissing Debbie, but his hands had wandered down
to her scanty little rump. He flipped up the velour material of
her skirt to get his hands on bare skin. He ran his fingertips
gently across her buttocks, then up and down her moist asscrack.
He broke the kiss so he could tell her what he was doing:
"When I kiss my wife, I play with her bum, just like I'm playing
with yours. I usually stick my finger right up her bum too. Can
I do it to you?"
Debbie asked suspiciously, "Will it hurt?"
Jim kissed her on the forehead for reassurance. "At first it
will. But then you'll start to like it. You know when you take a
poo sometimes it hurts, but you feel really good when you're
finished? That's what it will be like."
"Okay," Debbie agreed affably, "I like going poo, even though
it's stinky sometimes." She giggled.
Jim kissed her again. "Someday I'll come and smell your poo
with you. Would you like that?"
"That's silly."
Jim poked gently at her anus. "Okay, Debbie, push out as if
you were really going poo. I need to get my finger in."
Debbie grunted hard. "Ungh. Is that better."
Jim felt a warm wetness spreading across his lap, soaking into
his wool dress pants. He realized Debbie had pushed hard enough to
force out a dribble of urine.
"Oops, Debbie honey, looks like you had an little accident,"
Jim said quietly, "but don't worry. Just try to push out your
sweet little butthole without going pee."
Debbie looked down between her straddling legs at the stain on
Jim's thighs. "I'm sorry Uncle Jim. I just wanted to push like
you said. I want you to be able to put your finger in my bum."
Jane looked up from her fascination with the top of Ellen's
bobbing head, and asked, "What are you two up to?"
Debbie brought her hands up to shield both sides of her mouth
and scrunched up her face furtively. "Don't tell her. Please
don't tell her I peed on you. I didn't mean to."
He told Debbie not to worry, then looked over at Jane and
Ellen, noticing their sexual coupling for the first time. "We're
just getting to know each other. How about you two? Does that
cunt taste good, Ellen?"
A muffled slurp in the affirmative was all Jim got for an
answer.
"It sounded like your little girlfriend was trying to take a
dump," Jane said.
Debbie turned to answer Jane. "He was just trying to put his
finger up my bum like he does to you."
Jane put on a face of false shock. "He promised only I got
the bumhole treatment! Oh well, I guess he likes you better now.
That means you'll have to do everything I do: play with his thing,
put it in your mouth, let him put it in your peehole, and let him
squirt his gooey stuff wherever he wants." When Debbie turned back
to look at Jim, Jane winked at him and grit her teeth as she humped
into Ellen's active face.
"You do all that?" Debbie asked Jim.
"Sure. That's what husbands and wives do. It's called
fucking."
Debbie giggled. "That's a swear word."
"I know. But it's okay to say it to a girl who just peed on
you. Fuck, Debbie, fuck." Jim kissed her lips and stroked her ass
some more.
"Okay, Uncle Jim. Fuck." She giggled harder. "Fuck, fuck,
fuck."
Jane started moaning loudly as Ellen's tongue forced her to
submit to a rolling orgasm. "Lick my snatch, you fucking bitch.
Suck the sauce out of my cunt. Yes. Yes. Oh, God." Jane spasmed
as her muscles contracted.
Ellen smiled up at Jane with a glistening face and stroked her
friend's sweaty bush with her palm. "Did you like that Jane? I
love the taste of your pussy. After all these years, I finally got
a chance to eat you."
Jane patted her friend's head and sighed in appeasement.
Jim whispered to Debbie: "Your mom was doing a good job
licking my wife's peehole, wasn't she?"
"Yeah. I guess she must really like her huh?"
Jim nodded, and then noticed that Jane was getting ready to
leave. She was purposely preventing him from escalating his
liaison with Debbie. He decided to go along with her, since he was
convinced that Ellen would be more than eager to re-ignite the
situation in the future.
"We've got to go now, Debbie. I think it's past your bedtime
anyway. But we'll come back soon. Or maybe you can come over to
our house."
Although disappointed, Debbie graciously climbed down off
Jim's lap and pulled her skirt back over her silky little butt.
"Okay. Goodnight Uncle Jim. I'm glad you came over."
Across the room on the couch, Ellen was wiping off her face
with a tissue. Jim sat down beside her, his hand resting high on
her bare thigh. He leaned into her ear so Jane and Debbie couldn't
hear. "I guess we'll have to wait until next time to have our
little romp."
"I can't wait." She put her hand on his thigh, feeling the
wetness Debbie had left behind. "How come your leg's all wet?"
"Your daughter had a little accident while she was sitting on
my knee. Nothing to worry about."
"Is it piss?" Ellen's eyes lit up and she sniffed her fingers
to confirm her suspicion. Then she whispered back to him: "Did
your cock get extra hard when you felt my little girl piss on you?"
Jim sneered. "Not as hard as it will get after I piss all
over you, you filthy slut."
She beamed back: "Like I said: `I can't wait.'"
The next day was a hot and muggy Monday. Jim and Jane decided
not to go into their respective offices. They played hooky with
gusto.
Lying naked in bed, the air conditioner keeping them
comfortable, they reviewed the previous night's debauchery.
"Ellen sucked your cunt like a real pro," Jim offered.
"She was ravenous. I loved it. Too bad you can't eat me that
good." She made a face to show him she was only teasing.
He teased her back. "If I could stand the smell I'd eat with
a bigger appetite."
She hit him on the chest and climbed up on top. Pinning his
arms with her knees, she straddled his face. Then she pressed her
crotch to his mouth and said, "Take a whiff of this, you fucking
child molester. I bet little Debbie doesn't even smell this good."
He effortlessly lifted her lithe form off his face and
wrestled her onto the mattress. "You know I think you've got the
sweetest pussy in the world." In the erotic struggle, his cock had
responded by hardening. He pressed his rod against her mound.
"And my dick thinks so too. Can I slip it in to show you what I
mean?"
She licked her lips sensuously. "Just a little. Fuck my cunt
with just the head of your cock."
He did as he was told. He stirred his prickhead around in the
juicy labia of her vagina. But he quickly tired of teasing
himself.
She noticed his faltering interest and said: "Push my legs way
up. Spread me wide open. What can you see?"
Jim pushed her knees up against her breasts. He backed off to
watch his cock nestled in the gaping flower of her cunt, and the
bud of her asshole opening below. "Lots of pink. I can even see
a bit of the pink in your shithole."
"Yeah? I bet your cock is itching to slide up there isn't it?
Would you like to see how hot it would be if you fucked my
asshole?" Jane questioned him while she toyed with the bloated
purple helmet at the tip of his dick.
Jim didn't answer. He just aimed his cock a few inches lower
and let the tip press into her anal orifice. She moaned in
response, and pushed her bowel muscles out to afford his shaft more
room. With that help, and the lubrication seeping down from her
cunt, entry was easier than either of them had imagined. Although
she winced at the dull ache that accompanies the loss of anal
virginity, she quickly began to encourage him to fuck harder.
"Harder, you bastard. Rip me open with that big mean cock of
yours. Harder!"
"You love this, don't you? The little fucking whore just
loves it up the ass after all." Jim thrust with full strokes,
holding nothing back.
"Yeah, baby, I love it. Fill my asshole with your cum. I
want to shit your juice out for a week." Jane thought about how
Ellen had once told her how semen leaks out after you let a guy cum
inside your ass. It turned her on to think that she would have
that lingering reminder of this moment.
Jim grunted a couple of times and realized that an orgasm had
crept up on him: he was flooding her rectum with jizz. Jane
flinched each time his cock expanded to squirt out more cum. She
viciously fingered her clit and made her own orgasm follow swiftly.
Jim collapsed onto his wife, laughing and panting. He felt
his shrivelling cock slip wetly out of her shitter.
She reach below and stroked her forefinger around the
stretched opening to her bowels. The slickness of Jim's semen
allowed her to slip the finger into the tender aperture, extending
the pleasure. "How was that, baby? Do you like fucking me up the
ass?"
Jim grunted and smiled. "Yeah. I can't wait to tell the guys
at the club that I finally Greeked you."
Jane punched him playfully. "Don't you dare. They'll be
lined up at the door expecting a piece."
"Don't flatter yourself. They all get assfucking at home.
You were about the only wife who didn't provide anal access. Of
course you made up for it because you're better looking than any of
their wives--by a mile."
Jane pondered that for a moment. "I always wanted to try it.
I was just a little nervous because your cock is so big. But it
was easy wasn't it?"
"As easy as your cunt. And it was a whole lot hotter." Jim
kissed her forehead.
"But I still wouldn't try it with a guy who's cock was as big
as... say... Patrick's."
Jim looked surprised. "Now that you've had me in there, you
could take anyone. Just how huge is your brother anyway?"
She giggled, thinking about how Patrick had described his
penis on the phone. "He said it was eleven inches long."
"Bullshit. You know the average is six and I have eight. He
probably measures it from behind his balls. The only part that
counts is the part that's going inside the chick."
"Still, if he is telling the truth, I'd love to see it at work
on Rachel some time."
Jim smirked at her. "Or pounding into your own cunt, I bet.
Brother or no brother, you'd give anything to try a really big cock
like that wouldn't you?"
Jane blushed. "Yeah, I guess. I'd want to see if I could
handle it."
"You know he'd jump at the chance to give his sister a proper
boning. You should suggest it."
Jane shook her head and changed the subject. "Want to go down
to the beach today? Take advantage of this weather?"
"I think we should invite a bunch of people over. Not
everyone is lucky enough to live on the beach."
"That's a great idea," she said, hopping onto the floor, "I'll
make a big salad and we can order pizza. You go buy some beer.
Come on." She dragged him up out of the bed and held him close
against her naked form.
By six o'clock they had quite a crowd in their backyard, which
was shielded from the general public by a huge wooden fence.
Jane's mother and father, Evelyn and Roger Brighton, and her
brothers, Patrick and Mike. Mike had brought Cherise, his new
black girlfriend. From Jim's side there was Jill, his sister, and
Stephanie, Jill's daughter. Stephanie's friend Gina was there and
Gina's fourteen year-old brother Luke. Ellen and Debbie Wilson
also showed up.
Although it was a challenge to order pizza for thirteen picky
eaters, Jim and Jane managed to keep their guests well fed. Jim
had to go back to the beer store and make a stop at a variety store
to get pop for Debbie and Luke. As it turned out, Luke drank beer
most of the night anyway.
At eight o'clock, well after their meal had been digested,
Jane suggested they all head down to the beach and have a sunset
swim. A few minutes later, she appeared in her black bikini that
flaunted her sculpted body to perfection.
Evelyn pulled her daughter aside and said, "Do you expect me
to get into my suit after you've put me to shame with your body
like that? How do you stay in such great shape?"
Jane gently scolded her mother for her timidity. "You have a
fine body, Mom. For your age, and after having pumped out three
strapping kids like us, any woman would beg to have your body."
And it was true. Evelyn's waist was as trim as ever, and her
breasts sagged only slightly. Considering the size of her bust, it
was hardly cause for shame. The hint of cellulite on her thighs
was to be expected in a woman in her mid-fifties. Most
importantly, Evelyn carried herself with graceful youth, the lines
on her face etched after years of happiness.
Jane led her mother inside, into the bedroom, where she closed
the door. "Did you bring a suit?"
Her mother blushed. "No, I didn't. And I obviously can't
wear one of yours."
"Maybe not, Mom, but Ellen has a couple here that you could
try on." She reached into the top dresser drawer and tossed a red
bikini and a blue one-piece onto the bed. "Go ahead."
Evelyn stripped quickly and reached for the blue clump on the
bed.
"Try the bikini first. I know you'll look great. Dad will be
proud of you for being so daring with all these youngsters around.
I bet you get a rise out of at least one guy in the crowd."
Evelyn blushed again. "Don't be silly. If any of the men
were getting hard it was because of your appearance in that tiny
bit of a suit."
As her mother stood contemplating the merits of the bikini
over the one-piece, Jane studied her naked form. Without clothes,
she was surprisingly erotic. Jane knew that disrobed, women often
lost their appeal. But her mom looked great. Jane even had to
shake off a shiver of attraction that whistled briefly across her
loins, similar to something she had felt at Ellen's last night.
After all she was appraising her own mother.
"Don't you think my boobs are too big for this one?" Evelyn
held up the tiny red top with two fingers.
"Look at this suit," Jane said, running her fingers along the
edges of her own bikini top, "it just covers my nipples, and the
rest of my tits stick out. That's how it's supposed to be."
"What about my big hairy cunt? Is that supposed to stick
halfway out too?" Evelyn was obviously exasperated, but started
stepping into the tiny red bottoms.
There was a gentle rap at the door. "Who is it?" Jane called.
"Debbie and Stephanie for the girl's changeroom." The door
opened and the two females stepped in. "We heard it's in here,"
Stephanie said. "Hello Mrs. Brighton."
Evelyn straightened up, bare-chested, and shook Stephanie's
hand. "Hello, dear. Who's your darling little friend?"
"Mrs. Brighton, this is Debbie. Debbie, Mrs. Brighton."
Debbie held out a hand to shake, but Evelyn encircled the
little girl with arms for a squeezing hug. Her big naked breasts
flattened against Debbie's slight frame.
"Wow," Debbie exclaimed when Evelyn released her, "your
boobies feel as good as my mommy's when she hugs me."
They all giggled at the child's first comment.
Stephanie was next to strip and Evelyn complimented her on her
young nubile body as well. "You certainly put me to shame," she
said, procuring a frown from her daughter.
Debbie did not have a suit, but the women decided that she was
still young enough to swim naked. Since Debbie didn't protest,
they were all ready for the beach in a few minutes. Jane grabbed
four towels on the way out.
Jim, Mike, Patrick, and Luke were waiting on the porch in
their swimming shorts. Gina, Cherise, and Jill appeared moments
later in their own bikinis. Mike immediately gave Cherise's ass
a squeeze and whispered a compliment on her looks. She giggled in
appreciation.
When the group went down to the beach, Roger and Ellen were
left in the backyard to clean up the pizza boxes and beercans.
"You know what?" Roger said. "I think young Luke was quite
shocked to see your little girl without her bathing suit. He was
blushing like a schoolgirl."
Ellen put her hands on her hips and looked out at Debbie's
nude form disappearing over the far dune with Luke following close
behind. "Well, I think he's old enough to understand the
difference between girls and boys."
"Yep, and I'm sure Debbie's old enough too. It won't be long
now before waltzing around like that will get her into a whole heap
of trouble. How old is she anyway?"
"Seven. But I've taught her all about the birds and the bees
already."
Roger rifled a hand through his greying hair. "I think she
could well give Luke a run for his money."
Ellen looked keenly at Roger. "You sound like seeing her
naked did something for you." Her lips formed a crooked smile.
He simply cleared his throat and carried the pizza boxes to
the garbage, effectively hiding the lump that had formed in his
trousers.
Meanwhile down in the surf, the eleven bathers were having a
great time. Tag was the game of the moment, and Luke had become
"it." He was having a rough time catching anyone, including the
prey he thought would be easiest: little Debbie.
When Luke gave up in frustration, the game ended. In a
frivolous mood, everyone giggled when Jim snook up behind his
mother-in-law and clutched her breasts in his hands, giving them a
playful squeeze and calling, "You're it!"
"You're incorrigible, Jimbo!" Evelyn chastised him, but deep
down felt good to be teased like one of the girls.
Jane swam up beside Jim and her mother. "See, Mom, I told you
you'd get a rise out of these guys. But I really think Debbie has
the right idea... skinny dipping is much more fun."
Jim agreed with both of his wife's assertions. "Well, Evelyn,
feel this rise," he grabbed her hand and pulled it under the water
to show that he was the first to act on Jane's skinny dipping idea.
When his mother-in-law wrapped her hand around his pulsing shaft,
she blushed, but kept her fingers where he placed them.
"Jim, you're embarrassing me," Evelyn said.
"Oh, Mom, don't be such a spoil-sport. I think my husband
needs you to teach him a thing or two," Jane giggled. She swam
around behind her mother. "Can I undo your top, Mom? See if his
cock twitches when he gets a better look at your big hooters."
Evelyn was aghast at her daughter's behaviour, but she was
enthraled by Jim's pulsing member. It had been a long time since
she had held anyone's cock but Roger's. But she reached around
behind her with her free hand to prevent her daughter from undoing
the clasp. "Don't you dare."
Jim grabbed Evelyn's hand and pulled her over on her back,
floating in the waves. Jane giggled and tried to undo the clasp
from that position. Evelyn struggled and tried to push Jane away
with her feet.
Noticing the new game beginning, Patrick, Mike, and Cherise
swam over to see what the rules were. "What's going on?" Patrick
asked.
"We're getting Mom to go skinny dipping," Jane shouted over
Evelyn's squeals and splashes.
"Oh really," Patrick said, eying his sister, "I think you
should go first sis." He lunged at Jane, knocking her over in the
water. His hands slipped down her trim sides; he managed to hook
his thumbs into her bottoms. She swam toward him to prevent him
from pulling them off.
Luke, Debbie, Gina, Stephanie, and Jill all swam around the
wrestling others, and watched. Luke caught on quickly, and since
Debbie was already naked, he asked her to help him get the other
girl's suits off. She readily agreed. Luke decided to attack his
sister first, getting her naked so she would then help him get
Stephanie or Mrs. Porter. He would have gone straight for
Stephanie, the subject of so many of his fantasies, but since her
mom was there, he thought better of the idea.
Gina was watching the other action so closely, she didn't even
notice Luke's nearness. If she had, she might have felt the lump
of her brother's engorged adolescent prong pressing through his
trunks against her leg. But he had her top undone and her bottoms
halfway off before she even started struggling. "Luke, you creep,"
was all she had time to say before Debbie swam away with her
bottoms and jumped to the surface swinging them victoriously in the
air.
Gina crouched low in the water, cursing her brother and his
newfound ally. "Luke, tell that bitch to bring back my fucking
suit now!"
Luke grinned. He swam menacingly close to Gina. "Come on,
sis. Everyone else is getting their suits taken away. I guess
you're just not allowed to wear them tonight. Besides, it's
getting dark and no one can hardly see you anyway."
"Fuck, Luke, give it back. Please." Gina quieted down. She
even let Luke swim right up to her.
"Sis, you're a party pooper. I'll let you take off my
trunks." He stood arrogantly beside her in the waist high water.
Her face was inches from his taut belly, her arms crossed over
her chest to prevent the waves from dipping away and exposing her
top half. She continued to speak quietly to Luke, although
Stephanie had swam in close enough to hear. "You've got a hard-on,
don't you Luke? I'm not taking off your bathing suit just so you
can show off your boner."
Luke laughed. "Why not?"
Stephanie joined in. "Yeah, Gina, why not? I want to see
it."
Luke gulped. His fantasies were coming true.
Stephanie continued. "He's such a cutie. I want to see what
he's got in those shorts."
Gina smiled. "Always the horny bitch, huh Steph? Okay." She
stood up boldly, came chest to chest with her little brother.
"How's this you little bastard? Getting your jollies now?"
Luke just beamed at her and looked down at her perky little
nipples which almost touched his chest.
Gina grabbed Luke's shorts at the front; Stephanie grabbed
them at the back. Debbie swam up close to watch the boy become
exposed. With a couple of tugs, a proud and pink erection stemming
from a sparse brown bush was displayed. Luke grabbed it lewdly and
shook it at Gina. "There you go, sis."
Gina giggled. So did Debbie. But Stephanie looked over to
check what her mother was doing--good, safely engaged with the
others--and wrapped her hand gently around Luke's cock.
"Don't let their giggling bug you, Luke. I think you've got
a great cock."
As it turned out, only Gina, Luke, Jim, and Debbie were naked
at this point. Jane successfully thwarted Patrick's attack and
Evelyn managed to convince Jim not to take her suit off by
promising that she'd continue to stroke his dick under the water.
When Jane floated back to where her mother and her husband
were talking in low tones, she asked what they were doing.
"Your mom's giving me a fantastic handjob. Want to watch?"
Jane shook her head. "That's okay. I'm going ashore to get
another beer. But Mom, don't make him cum, okay? I want to have
some for later."
"Don't worry dear, I won't waste any of your husband's
precious spunk." Evelyn rolled her eyes as her daughter swam away.
She turned to Jim and said, "You're not going to cum, are you?"
"I doubt it." After a few moments of silence, Jim asked, "You
really like my dick, huh?"
"Like I said, it's nice to feel a different one every once in
a while."
"You know what Evelyn? I fucked your daughter up the ass this
morning for the first time."
Evelyn stopped stroking. "You what?" She looked shocked.
Jim boldly slipped his hand down the back of his mother-in-
law's bikini bottoms. "Up the ass. I fucked her where she shits."
His finger slipped between her buttcheeks to stress the point.
Evelyn jumped a little. Jim felt her buttocks clench around
his finger. "You're disgusting. I can't believe she married you
in the first place, let alone do that with you."
Jim grabbed her around the waist a pulled her down in the
water. They bobbed with just their heads above the surface, and
Jim's hands got even busier. He positioned himself at her side and
slipped a hand down both the front and the back of her suit.
Straddling her thighs allowed him to press his hard-on against
them.
"Stop it, Jim," Evelyn cried. No one heard; they'd all
returned to the beach.
"Come on, Evelyn. I think its a case of like daughter, like
mother. But I think it might even be like daughter, love mother."
He goosed her again, and insinuated a finger from his other hand
into the sodden lips of her cunt. "You're juicing up like a bitch
in heat. I think the idea of my dick forcing your asshole open
turns you on."
Evelyn whirled to face Jim; he held everything but her head
fast. Spittle flew from her mouth as she berated him; her eyes
were brimming with tears. "You get your filthy hands out of my
bathing suit now. If I want to feel my asshole being forced open,
I'll get my doctor to do an bowel exam. No man's cock is going any
where near there."
Jim immediately pulled his hands out of her suit. He
stammered an apology and backed towards the beach. "Whoa, hold
everything. I just thought you might like it... Jane said you
probably would."
Evelyn reached for him and he stopped. "Okay, Jim," she said
quietly, still frowning. "I'm sorry I got mad. Roger has tried to
get me to do the same thing. I guess I want to, but I just can't
imagine it." She encircled his waist with her arms and kissed him
on the lips. "I'm sorry."
He worked his tongue into her mouth. His cock stopped
softening and returned to its previous glory.
When he broke the kiss, he squeezed her ass hard and said, "So
you won't let me shove my cock up your ass, but you want fuck and
suck like a good mother-in-law should?"
She smiled. "You're still a disgusting pig. Did Jane really
let you stick this thing up her butt?" She squeezed his cock to
show what she was talking about.
"Just like Patrick does to Rachel, and Mike--I'm sure--does to
Cherise. I've talked to them before and them love assfucking as
much as I do."
Evelyn shook her head. "But Michael just met Cherise. Surely
she wouldn't let him do something like that already." She was
incredulous.
"Well, I don't know for sure, but I've done it to lots of
girls on the first date. I just takes the right kind of
chemistry."
"Yeah," Evelyn joked, "and the right kind of chemicals to wash
up afterwards."
Jim rolled his eyes and looked across the calm evening water
to the warm glow of the beach house. "Maybe, Mrs. Brighton, we
should head back. I wouldn't want your daughter dropping hints
that I'm out here sticking it to you."
Two weeks later Jim and Jane had a family dinner at their
beach house. Roger and Evelyn, Mike and Cherise, and Patrick were
sitting around the table, while Jane served roast beef and Jim
bartended.
"So Cherise," Jim asked, glancing down at the black beauty's
fashionably displayed cleavage, "what have you been up to since our
beach party?"
Cherise smiled through a mouthful of food. She took a moment
to swallow. "I've been touring with a client company."
"Oh really, what line of work are you in?"
Mike smiled. "She's a figure model."
Cherise shook her head vigorously. "If only that were true.
Most of the time I just feel like a plain old stripper."
"I did nude modelling for a while," Jane said. "Is that what
you do?"
"Well, it's pretty much stripping, but the client is a major
brewery so they lend a bit of legitimacy to it." Cherise seemed a
little embarrassed by the attention.
Patrick piped up. "Why don't you show us a sample of your
work. I think that would clear up everything."
Cherise looked at the faces around the table and assessed
whether they took Patrick seriously or not. Apparently they had
just ignored him.
But a few moments later, Jim pressed the point. "Come on
Cherise. I'm sure Jane will give us a sample of her nude modelling
days if you show us what the brewery is paying for."
"Fuck that idea," Jane said, hitting Jim on the shoulder.
Evelyn reached over and swatted her daughter. "Don't be so
shy, dear. You always tell me to be proud of my body."
Finally Mr. Brighton, who was feeling the effects of Jim's
overgenerous hospitality, said, "How about seeing all the female
flesh in the family. I want to see them all naked."
Cherise felt warm being included in the Brighton/Calwell clan.
She stood up and smoothed out her short white cocktail dress. "Mr.
Brighton, I think you're in for a treat... at least as far as I'm
concerned."
Jane stood up beside her. "I'll dance with you Cherise. Let
me go get some music."
Patrick, Mike, and Jim moved their chairs to face the open
space between the dining room and the living room -- the makeshift
stage.
Roger reached across the front of his wife's blouse and gave
her left tit a squeeze. "You think you can keep up with the
youngsters, darling? I'd be just as happy to have you sit right
here and keep my dick hard for me."
"That's what I'll do then, sweetheart," Evelyn said. She
swivelled to face him and kissed his earlobe. "I might even let
you take it out and put it in my mouth."
Patrick overheard the comment that was intended for his father
only. "Don't start sucking on Dad during the show, Mom. It'll be
distracting."
Jim popped out to the den and returned with his video camera.
"I think this is going to be worth a tape, eh boys?"
Mike and Patrick whistled. Roger clapped and said, "Don't
forget to show audience reaction shots. Get a good shot of my
stiff pecker so I can use it in the future to prove to Evelyn that
I can still get it up."
They all laughed at that one.
The music Jane picked was slow but had a healthy beat.
Jim started recording and zoomed in on Jane. "Do an
introduction, baby."
Jane puckered sensuously at the camera and said, "Hi, I'm your
Dream Slut. I'm going to take off my clothes and my father and
brothers will see me naked for the first time since I was a kid.
My turns on include: buying shoes without wearing panties, blowing
cab drivers instead of paying the fare, and watching horses piss.
My turn offs include sensitive men, bitchy women, and dogs who
won't lick my cunt."
The men hooted at her depraved portrayal. Evelyn looked a
little shocked at her daughter's imagination, but went along with
it, busily stroking her husband's cock through his trousers.
Jim turned the camera on Cherise, who had to cut off her
laughter to get into her own character. "Hi, I'm your favourite
street whore, Jezebel. I like all the same shit she does, but I
don't wear anything when I shop for shoes, I suck off the cabbie
while he drives and still pay the fare, and I drink horse piss. I
don't have any turn offs."
The men howled at Cherise's one-upmanship.
The girls started dancing slowly, moving their hips in time to
the music. They got very close to each other.
Nina was already perched on her stool behind the reception
desk of Jim Calwell Associates' offices when Jim arrived.
Her cuteness never ceased to amaze him. Everything about her
could be deemed "cute." Her skin tone and features were the result
of a white father and Chinese mother. Her button nose sat in the
middle of her round smiling face. Her slanting eyes added to the
impression of perpetual happiness. Her body was girlish: small
perky breasts and a minimal curve at the waist. Yet she was
sensuous in many ways. Jim had often fantasized about her full
lips engulfing his cock.
Today she was wearing a severe high necked blouse and dark
pleated skirt. She looked a little like a librarian.
Jim's friendly relationship with her prompted him to make a
comment. "Who the fuck are you trying to impersonate? A
librarian? What's with the neckline?"
Nina blushed. "Mr. Calwell... I think I look very
professional."
The truth was: he could see a sexy outline of her nipples
against the thin fabric.
"Maybe you do look professional, but you can hardly even tell
you've got any tits at all. I mean, sure they're small, but I know
how good they look when you want them to."
She hopped down off the stool. "I know how much you like my
breasts, but I decided today I'd be a little more conservative.
Plus my cousin is coming from Hong Kong, and she's not used to the
way things are here. She'd think I was a slut."
Jim ushered her over to the coffee machine. "You mean you're
not a slut?" he said with mock surprise, "and here I was all this
time thinking you were."
She giggled and hit his bicep. "By the time Ling gets here,
I'm sure you'll have me naked and squirming around on the floor."
"That's a hell of an idea," Jim winked. "Do you remember the
time I caught you in my executive washroom?"
Nina stepped inches away from him; he felt her sweet breath on
his chest. "I thought you'd be out for hours with that sexy
saleswoman from Astro Computers."
"She wasn't really in the mood for a motel stop, so I cut the
meeting short."
Nina toyed with Jim's belt buckle. "I just went in there to
go pee, but when I finished peeing I thought about how often you'd
been in there with your dick out, and I just started masturbating."
"I caught you with four fingers in your cunt. I never would
have thought your little body would take so much."
"If only I'd known what a horny bastard you are; I'd have
asked you to replace my fingers with your cock. Then my cunt would
have really been stretched open."
"I told my wife about your pussy. She hardly believed me.
Fucking your cunt is like fucking Jane up the ass you're so tight."
Nina giggled. "If my pussy's like your wife's asshole, what
do you think my asshole would be like?" She coyly looked down
between their bodies.
"I hope you let me find out soon. Getting one or two fingers
up there when we play doctor is enough of a challenge, I can just
imagine what sliding my whole tool in would be like."
Jim unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly.
Nina commented on the action. "My father used to tell me: `A
man who frees his penis can free his mind.' I think he just said
that so he could show his cock to us, but it seemed very
philosophical at the time." She fished into Jim's underwear and
wrapped her small hand around his stiffening shaft.
"He showed you his cock all the time?"
"Yeah, he turned into kind of a perverted old guy after Mom
died. He did stuff with me and my sister when we were kids."
"Nina," Jim asked slowly, thinking about what she had just
told him, "back when you were a kid, did you ever suck on your
father's cock?"
"Once, when he was very drunk." She looked down at Jim's
growing member as she recalled long buried childhood memories. Her
father had been an American serviceman on station at a British
naval base. He'd taken her mother out of Hong Kong in the late
sixties. Nina's mother had been a nurse. "His cock wasn't even
hard. My sister was in the room and she dared me to do it. Father
was so drunk he never did get hard, but ended up peeing in my mouth
instead."
Jim reacted with a twitch in his dick. "I bet you liked
that," he said flatly, neither sounding sarcastic nor serious.
Nina looked up at him, trying to gauge how he had intended his
comment to be inferred. "Well... I actually didn't mind at all.
I was only nine years old, and my sister had told me about what cum
was like. At first I thought he was cumming. Even though my
sister was laughing and telling me it was pee, I drank most of it
anyway."
"You filthy slut! What did your father do when he sobered up
and realized what had happened?"
Nina kneeled in front of the coffee machine, facing Jim. His
dick pulsed near her lips. "He was pretty embarrassed. My sister
told him most of the details, since he didn't remember much. But
a couple of years later, he got me into my bedroom alone. He said
he wanted to pee in my mouth again. And this time he wasn't all
that drunk at all. I turned him down. I was only eleven, but if
I had been older I probably would have let him. I don't know.
It's weird."
"You mean he left you alone for two years and then all of a
sudden he just asks you if he can piss in your mouth?"
Nina shrugged. "He mostly fooled around with my sister. She
let him do anything he wanted, except the peeing thing. So he
finally got up the nerve to ask me."
Jim was turned on by the depravity that Nina described. "Suck
on my cock for a while before Wendy gets in, then we'll get some
work done."
Nina happily slurped Jim's tool into her mouth and blew him
absently while he toyed with her blouse covered tits.
Moments later, Jim erupted a creamy torrent into her waiting
gullet. Little rivulets of semen escaped and trickled down from
the corners of her mouth. Jim pulled his big deflating cock back
and squeezed out the last drops of jism; Nina licked them up.
For the rest of the day at work, Nina and Jim exchanged
knowing looks. It made Nina happy that her boss found her so
desirable; she often fantasized about their little office trysts,
but knew that Jim loved his wife and would never make his sexual
diversions with Nina into anything more than fun and games. Nina
was content with that.
Wendy Hooks strolled into the office fifteen minutes before
lunchtime. The way Nina was dressed today offered a polar opposite
to the way Wendy looked. Jim's part-time writer and creative
consultant was a busty young woman of twenty-four. She had a punk-
rock hairdo that was spiked on top, shaved short on the right, and
long on the left. Naturally blonde, she highlighted it with pink
tips. Today she was wearing black leather shorts, black stockings,
black boots and a white peasant's blouse. Even constrained by a
bra, her pendulous tits caused quite a commotion under the light
cotton top.
"Hi Nina, sorry I'm late," Wendy said, flopping down on the
couch in front of the reception desk.
"You look like shit," Nina commented.
"And you look like you're going to a nunnery."
Nina stood up and handed Wendy a fresh cup of coffee. "Jim
wants to talk to you about the RJR/Nabisco account. He's been
waiting all morning for you. Good luck..." Nina smirked as she
imagined the trouble Wendy had gotten herself into. Jim was a nice
guy but even he had his limits; this wasn't the first time Wendy
had been irresponsible.
Wendy knocked at Jim's door and slinked in. She knew she was
in trouble. "Hi, boss. Sorry I'm late."
Jim glanced up from the report he was reading and motioned her
to the chair in front of his desk. He let her stew for a moment
and then closed the report. "Well, Miss Hooks, I'm happy to see
you made it in today. Rough night last night?"
Wendy blew a sigh at the ceiling. "Yeah. I've had better."
"But you got fucked, right? Don't let me down thinking that
you're losing your touch." Jim stood up to hear about her wild
night.
Wendy smiled crookedly. "You always want to hear about it but
you never want to try some for yourself. Okay... I was at a party
and a couple of guys wanted to take me into the hot tub so I
stripped and jumped in before they knew what they had suggested.
But when they caught on and pulled out their schlongs, they both
came so quick it was hardly even worth it. I had to sit in the
water for another twenty minutes diddling myself to get mine off."
"They probably just wanted to get you into the hot tub to
disinfect you."
"Fuck off, you creep. They knew they were in for a hot time
as soon as they saw me... and you would be too if you had the balls
to go through with it instead of always teasing me." Wendy pouted.
Jim tugged her up by the long hair on the left side of her
head.
"Hey, that hurts!" She grabbed his hand to lessened the
strain on her scalp.
"I like teasing you, you little fucking slut." Jim grabbed
her ass and rammed her hips against his. "Start getting here a
little earlier and maybe we'd have time to fuck around."
"As if you and Nina have a torrid love affair going on in the
mornings."
Jim released her hair. "Well, it shows how out of touch you
are. Just this morning she sucked me off in the foyer. Of course
that was before the office even opened, which is far too early for
you."
Wendy raised her eyebrows, even though she wasn't all that
surprised by Jim's revelation. "Doesn't your wife get pissed off
about all the cum you waste on other women?"
"When I jerk off into the toilet that's a waste of cum;
everything else is an investment. Jane herself told me that."
Wendy giggled. "I've got to meet this wife of yours someday.
She sounds like a riot. But I can't believe she actually lets you
fuck around so much. You're such a dirty dog."
Jim sat back down at his desk. "Yeah, well." He picked up
the phone and dialled his wife's office.
It rang just once. "Visual Treasury, Jane Calwell speaking."
"Hi, babe, it's me. Are you busy?"
"Nope. I just closed a deal with Ogilvy Mather for a series
of landscape photos for a new car campaign. They wouldn't tell me
which one."
"Big bucks?" Jim looked at Wendy, who was gazing randomly
around the office.
"You bet, sweetheart. It'll keep us in honey for a while.
What's up?"
"My dick." Jim winked at Wendy who froze her gaze on him.
"Oh really? Is it for Nina or Wendy?" She knew him too well.
"Wendy. She's sitting right across from me." Wendy squirmed
uncomfortably in her chair. She wondered how her name got into the
conversation that her boss was having with his wife.
"What's the little tramp wearing?"
"Black shorts, black stockings and a thin white blouse." Jim
exaggerated his appraisal of Wendy's wardrobe to keep her curious.
"And as usual, those big tits of hers keep swinging around under
that blouse. I don't even know if she's wearing a bra..."
"I am," a red-faced Wendy whispered, crossing her arms
protectively across her chest.
"Take out your cock in front of her," Jane suggested. "See
what she does."
Jim covered the receiver with his hand and spoke softly to
Wendy. "My wife says I should take out my cock to see what you'll
do. What do you think?"
Wendy gulped but stayed quiet.
Jim unzipped his fly and worked his semi-stiff prick out into
the open. "There we go," he said to Jane.
"What did she do? Is she coming over to suck on it?"
Jim spoke to Wendy. "Get over here, you fucking slut."
Wendy, like an automaton, stood up and approached him; her
eyes were fixed on his lengthening shaft.
Jane sniggered on the other end of the line. "I'm glad you
don't treat her any different than you treat me. Tell the `fucking
slut' to suck on it while I take off my panties."
"Come here, Wendy, you bitch. Get on your knees and suck on
this for me." He waited as Wendy slowly sank to her knees in front
of him, still in a semi-trance. He updated Jane: "She's going to
do it. The filthy fucking pig is going to gobble my dick."
"Good, make her swallow your cum," Jane prompted. She had
removed her panties and was sitting at her desk with her legs
spread, her free hand rubbing her juicy crotch.
Wendy's head bobbed up and down on Jim's cock. Slurping
noises echoed around the office.
"She's doing a pretty good job. Want to give her any
pointers? I'll let you talk to her."
Jane didn't have time to protest. Jim simply hauled Wendy's
head up and pressed the handset against her ear.
"Hello?" Jane said.
"Uhhh... Mrs. Calwell?" Wendy responded.
"Well, well. How does my husband's cock taste, Wendy?"
Wendy looked up and pleaded to Jim with her eyes to let her
off the phone. She'd rather be sucking his dick than describing
the experience to his wife. "Well, it tastes pretty good actually.
He says Nina was at it earlier, so I think I taste some of her
spit."
"I don't know how he finds so many sluts to work for him. And
you're one of the sleaziest hosebags he's ever found. Does he make
you wet, Wendy?"
"Uhhh... yeah." Wendy didn't know how to respond to this
bizarre prodding by her boss's wife. She decided to elaborate:
"Whenever we're in a meeting I think about opening my blouse and
luring him into his little executive bathroom."
"You think he'd be baited by your tits, do you?"
"He's always staring at them."
"Well he's a horny bastard... but, I think you better keep
sucking on his cock or he'll lose interest."
"Okay, Mrs. Calwell.... uh, nice talking to you." Stunned,
Wendy went back to mouth-bobbing Jim's knob.
Eventually Jim grunted out a few spurts of semen. Wendy was
disappointed by the volume, but then remembered that Nina had
skimmed some cream off the top earlier.
Even though Jim had cum twice that day already, he was still
horny. He decided to pay Ellen a visit. He phoned Jane to tell
her he'd be late, but she was working late at her own office
anyway.
He knocked on Ellen's apartment door carrying his video camera
and a bottle of wine.
She didn't appear to be home, but he heard movement in the
apartment. At first he thought that they had left the dog Charly
free to roam around inside. Then he heard a small singing voice
and decided that it was Debbie.
"Debbie? Are you in there," he called out. "It's Uncle Jim."
Debbie flung the door open seconds later. She had a big smile
on her face and he saw Charly behind her, wagging his tail.
"Hello, Uncle Jim. Mommy told me not to answer the door. But I
think she meant for strangers. She just went shopping."
Debbie was holding the door open. She was only wearing tiny
cotton panties and a sleeveless undershirt. Jim was still shocked
and amazed at how this seven year old girl made him react. His
cock twitched in his pants. "Well, I was wondering if I could drop
off this bottle of wine for your mom."
"Sure, come on in." Debbie graciously held the door for him
and then closed it behind them.
"I'll just put this bottle over on the table." Jim left the
wine and turned to face the little girl. "Why are you running
around in your underwear anyway, Debbie?"
"What?" Debbie giggled, "I always wear this in the house. I
get dressed when we have company." She said `company' as if it
only had two syllables.
"I'm company." He said it right.
"But Mommy says that since you've seen me with no panties on,
you don't count."
"Oh really," Jim said, settling into the couch. "Well, I'm
going to take some pictures of you and Charly, so if you want
everyone to see you in your underwear... go ahead." He raised the
video camera and started shooting.
The youngster dashed behind the couch, her head popping up
moments later to issue this warning: "Uncle Jim... you better not.
I'll tell Mommy that you were being mean to me." She stuck out her
tongue.
"Hey now... do you want a spanking?"
Debbie froze. "No," she said meekly. "I'm sorry."
"Okay. Come on out from behind there and I'll tell you a
story."
She crawled slowly into view and he kept filming. Then she
joined him on the loveseat and he put the camera down.
When she realized that he wasn't going to keep filming, she
snuggled into the crook of his arm for her story.
"Do you want to hear a scary story or a nice story?" Jim
asked.
"An exciting one. Like that one Aunt Jane told us last time."
Jim recalled Jane's tale of horse thievery, rape, and murder.
"Okay. Once upon a time a beautiful princess lived in a castle far
off in the wilderness. Her name was Angel. Her father, the King,
loved his daughter very much, and would give her anything she
wanted. But the King was also a lonely old man, and he would spend
many hours watching his daughter and her servants through the many
peepholes he had built into rooms throughout the castle. He would
watch them get undressed, go to the bathroom, and everything else
they did." Jim paused. "Do you remember what your mom did with
Aunt Jane last time we were here?"
"She had her mouth down here," Debbie said, pointing to her
panty-covered crotch.
"That's right. Well that's what the princess did with her
girl servants sometimes. And the King would watch them do it." He
paused again. "Do you know what masturbating is?"
She looked blankly up at him.
"It's when you fiddle with yourself to make yourself feel
good. Do you ever rub your peehole because it feels good?"
Debbie smiled coyly. "Sometimes."
"Well men do the same thing. And the King did that while he
looked at Angel and her friendly servants. When a man masturbates,
goo squirts out at the end, and the King was leaving puddles of goo
all around the castle.
"But one day a handsome prince came to the castle. He was
looking for a beautiful princess to marry. He knew that with a
beautiful princess, he would never have to masturbate again,
because she would help him with... fucking. Remember that word?"
"Yes, Uncle Jim, I remember," she said, giggling.
"Debbie?"
"Yes, Uncle Jim?"
"Are you sure you don't want to let me take pictures of you
with my video camera? No one else will see them except your mom
and Aunt Jane."
"But why do you want to?"
"I want to pretend I'm the King in the story, and you're the
princess. When I go home I can watch the tape and make-believe I'm
peeking through a peephole to see you."
"Are you going to... masturbate?" She pronounced it "mas-tow-
bate."
"It depends what you do on the tape."
"You mean like showing you my peehole?"
Jim smiled. "That's right. Remember last time when your mom
and Aunt Jane both took off their underwear?"
Debbie giggled. "I took off mine too!"
"Yes, you did. And I saw all your peeholes. But I liked
yours best, Debbie."
She looked surprised and leaned closer as if to hear a secret.
"Why?"
"Because it's so cute without any hair on it. You used your
peehole too. You peed on me, remember?"
"I know," she looked glum. "I'm sorry Uncle Jim."
He hugged her. "Don't be sorry. I kind of liked it. It was
warm and wet like a hot bath."
Debbie giggled again. "You're funny, Uncle Jim."
"So do you want to take off your underwear while I film you?"
Jim picked up the video camera.
Debbie stood up and beamed at the lens. "Okay... as long as
you promise to show me yours this time." She was quite a little
negotiator.
"Okay." He worked the camera with one hand and unzipped his
fly with the other. Debbie quickly stripped off her undershirt and
panties, and waited anxiously for a glimpse of the man's penis.
Seeing Debbie naked again prompted his cock to stiffen more,
and it made a very dramatic appearance for the eager little girl.
He smoothed his hand over it a couple of times for good measure.
"Well, Debbie..." He interviewed her with the rolling video
camera, tilting down to show his exposed cock. "Have you ever seen
something like this before?"
She stood timidly for a few moments, staring at Jim's fleshy
pole, and then she shrugged. "I think I saw my daddy's thing, but
it was very small and wrinkly."
"His wasn't hard like mine... Do you know why a man gets hard,
Debbie?"
"Mommy says its because he's thinking dirty thoughts--like
about fucking." She found a context in which to use her new word.
Jim grinned. "That's right, Debbie. And guess what... I'm
thinking dirty thoughts about you right now."
She coyly veiled her chest and crotch with her arms. "That's
not nice, Uncle Jim." But then her curiosity took over. "What are
you thinking about?"
He stroked his cock with one hand and aimed the camera with
the other. "I think I'm going to squirt a bunch of goo, and I want
you to let me squirt it on you. Are you going to be my little
slut, just like your mommy?"
"Okay, Uncle Jim. But don't pee on me by accident. Just goo,
not pee."
Jim smiled placidly and worked himself up to an orgasm. "Okay
Debbie, I promise."
At that moment, Ellen walked through the door carrying
groceries, which she promptly dropped when she saw the scene layed
out before her. Charly was happily chewing on a tennis ball in the
corner, but her seven year-old daughter was plainly the object Jim
Calwell's arousal. She gasped when she saw him fumble to put down
the video camera, hide his prick, and shoo Debbie off to the
bedroom. But she simultaneously felt lust for the prick he was
trying to hide, and the sinful way he had been abusing her
daughter.
"Jim," Ellen said softly as she sat on the couch. "Are you
messing around with my daughter?"
He shrugged and stood up as if to leave. "Sorry about that
Ellen. She's a little minx just like her mom."
Ellen smiled. "You're a real pervert aren't you?" Then she
called Debbie back from the bedroom.
The little girl slinked back in from the hallway, still naked,
but hiding herself behind the first chair in the room.
"Sweetie, Mommy's not mad. You're just showing off to Uncle
Jim, and that's okay. Mommy likes Uncle Jim." She winked and
smiled at Jim.
Taking that as a cue, Jim unzipped his fly again and pulled
out his semi-stiff prick. He prodded it in Ellen's direction, and
she took the hint. Engulfing his schlong in her mouth, Ellen
motioned Debbie closer.
"Your mom wants to show you something, Debbie," Jim
translated.
When Debbie was right beside Ellen's cock-filled face, the
oversexed mother popped her mouth off the tip and said, "Okay,
Debbie, I want you to try."
Debbie opened her mouth wide and Jim gleefully transferred his
prick from mother to daughter. Debbie's inexperienced mouth
reminded Jim of the early sexual experiences in his life. He
savoured every sensation with a twinge of nostalgia... and
perverted lust for a seven year-old girl.
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