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Ronald - 1
by Timberwolf (ptotrcw@gmail.com)
***
A story about a man who becomes a man in the arms of
his Auntie, a pimp, a crime lord, and a father, and
the adventures he has along the way! Told in an
interview style, the main character, Ronald, holds
your interest, mainly because his story is so bloody
unbelievable, it just might be true! (MFFfg, pre, ped,
reluc, v, oral, anal, inc, prost)
***
Author Note: The usual disclaimers apply here. If you
are too young to read this material, or object in any
way with what you find here, go away. The Author of
this work does not condone child abuse in any way,
shape, or form. If you enjoy hurting children, I’d
love the chance to hurt you.
***
PART 1
Ronald Taylor Aleister Burke.
What a handle, hey? I've been stuck with it all my
life. My Auntie Lola used to call me Tabbie when I was
a child, and if it wasn't for the fact she was drop
dead gorgeous, with really firm up thrust tits, I'd
have hated her for it! I used to make her believe it
made me happy when she called me Tabby, just so I'd
get a hug from her, and then she'd squeeze me tight,
and my face would be crushed into those mammaries of
hers! My God, but they were soft and lovely, and
smelled so nice!
Anybody else called me that, Tabby, they got a knuckle
sandwich, with boot sauce to follow. Couldn't let them
take the piss, now could I? Anyway, when I got
interested in girls at age twelve, I let them call me
Tabby, 'cos one day Rosie Parnum, all of thirteen,
thin as a willow branch and pretty as a flower, told
me it sounded cute, and so was I! I'll always remember
that quiet, dark-haired girl. She gave me her
virginity, and she took mine in return. I might even
tell you about it someday. Behave yourself, and I'll
see, hey?
Let me tell you about Auntie Lola. Bottle blonde,
five-seven in her heels, with an hour-glass figure.
Thirty-eight D boobs, thumping beautiful arse, and a
caustic voice that would shred meat off your bones if
you pissed her off! When I turned fifteen we had a
party, and Dad was giving me one beer after the other.
Mum didn't want me to drink, saying I'd turn out like
my father, and that wasn't a compliment! He could put
the amber liquid away like you wouldn't believe! She,
Lola, was drunk that particular day, and with my
entire family in the house, she grabs my hand, tells
everyone she's going to make me a man!
There was laughter, some ribald comments, my Dad being
the loudest, and Mum was screaming that the house
wasn't a brothel, and for Lola to leave me alone! So
with a cheeky wave goodbye, she takes me to my
bedroom. We kept having to stop to kiss, and she'd
wrap a leg around my arse, after her having to pull
her dress up to do it! Fuck she was hot! And then when
we get to my room, she starts taking my clothes off!
What?! What do you mean; you'll tidy this up later?
No, you're not going to change a fucking thing! I'm
telling this fucking story, so you just write
everything I tell you! Got it? Good!
(Mutters). Fucking scribblers! Couldn't tell the
fucking truth if they fucking tried!
So, where was I? Oh yes, Auntie Lola! When she got me
naked, I was already at half-mast by then! She starts
running her hands all over me, and she literally
drooling, her hands in my pelt, stroking the meat
cannon. Tells me she couldn't wait to taste me, and
drops to her knees, and with a deep intake of breath,
in I goes, and my God boy! I never felt anything like
it! Her mouth did some wicked things on me, I can tell
you!
She was licking and sucking me like, like, oh fuck!
How to describe it? Like she was licking a lolly-pop,
like she was sucking a straw, like she was doing all
of that at the same time! Oh, Christ on a Christmas
tree! She was good, that girl. Then when I was all
wally from wanting to come in her mouth, she stands
up, and starts to strip out of her clothes. Aw fuck!
Heaven dropped on my head that day, sonny!
When Auntie Lola was good and naked, she stands there,
her hands on her hips, thrusting out her boobs, and
giving me a wicked grin. She was perfect! I wasn't
going to tell her she wasn't my first, but she was
certainly my second! I was all shy, feeling like a
mouse with a hungry cat in front of me, she was
licking her chops like one, too! Then she takes my
hand, and climbs onto the bed, pulling me after her,
and when we were kneeling on the bed, my dick was so
hard, I thought it was going to explode!
She starts off by kissing me, and then she reaches
down, and starts to wank me, slowly and softly. All I
wanted to do was throw her down on the bed and fuck
the daylights out of her! My blood pressure was going
through the roof, and I couldn't speak, me just
panting like I'd run a race. She was panting too, like
a bitch in heat, and that described my Auntie Lola.
She could fuck you senseless, and come back for more,
until you were in a sexual coma.
Lola pushed me onto my back and goes down on me,
taking my meat stick into her mouth, humming and
licking, and I really wanted to blow, but she knew
men, and wouldn't let me! She'd bring me to the brink,
and back off, and lick my balls, or run her tongue up
the shaft, stopping to lick the bit behind the head,
then running her tongue around the head, teasing me,
driving me wild!
Then she crawls up my body, and lying next to me, she
pulls me on top of her, and opens her legs. I knelt
between them, and saw her pussy for the first time.
Talk about lovely! She had hair on her mound, soft and
silky, brunette in colour, and it was trimmed, and
sparse. I ran my fingers through it, and so she moves
her hips, enjoying the feel of me doing that. Then I
moved my fingers to her snatch, and it wet, so very
wet! It was red on the inside, and open with her
arousal.
She had a small pussy, surprising me. You'd think that
given her reputation as a man-eater, she'd be wide
open and gaping, slack, like. But no. It was almost
tiny, a little girl's pussy, so I ran my fingers over
her lips, and fiddling her clit. Rosie taught me that.
She told me girls loved to have their clit played
with, and rubbed. The first time I did that with
Rosie, she yelled at me, and told me to be gentle, for
fuck's sake! So I continued doing that for a while,
and Lola lay there, whimpering and tossing her hips,
then when she can't take any more, she pulls me onto
her, and with her ankles crossed behind my arse, and
taking my boner in her hands, she guides me in, and
then the head was in her, and I felt the gripping of
her muscles, and it was like it was sucking me into
her, taking it deep.
Lola was moving her delicious butt, moving, moving all
the time, and then I was completely in her! I've never
felt anything so smooth and snug. Rosie was tight,
being a virgin, but Lola had a way of making her pussy
feel like no other, before or since. I groaned, and
almost came from the sensations of her pussy muscles
milking me. I don't know where she learned how to do
that, but the feeling was incredible!
Then she started to buck her hips up at me, and I took
my cue, and started to thump into her, but she
stopped, and told me to slow down, take my time, to
enjoy the experience. I did as she asked, and it got
even better! Her pussy was, shit, I don't know! It was
like she was writhing on my cock, on the inside. I
couldn't take much more, and told her I needed to
shoot. Lola told me not yet, she was almost there, for
me to keep going, please keep going! Then she sped up
her motions, and then she was bucking under me,
telling me to cum, for god's sake, cum!
So I let go, and then my seed was boiling up my cock,
hot and unstoppable lava, and it exploded into her.
She wailed as she humped under me, and then we were
lying there, gasping for breath, holding each other. I
rolled off her, my cock making a sucking sound as it
came out her, and she was still snug, Like she was
sorry to have me out of her. Lola went down my body,
kissing me all the time, and then she started to use
her tongue and mouth to clean me off! When she was
finished, she looked me in the eyes, and giggled. It
sounded naughty, and wicked!
So, I thought to myself, that if she could do it, so
can I! So I rolled her over on her back, and her pussy
hair was wet and matted from our juices, and for the
first time in my life, I tasted pussy! The smell was
heady and strong, and I felt the tingle of another
erection, but I only twitched, it was too soon after.
I dipped my head between her thighs, and started to
lick her, swallowing our juices. Her juices and mine
had a funny taste, but I kept going, licking it all
up, cleaning her as she'd cleaned me, and Lola went
wild, thrashing under me, so I had to hold her hips to
keep her pussy still. She climaxed again and again,
wailing each time.
She was muttering and talking to me, telling me what a
good boy I was, what a lovely man I was for doing that
for her, no-one else had done it before, and I was
feeling like Cassanova, one of my boyhood heroes. Then
finally, Lola pushed me away, telling me she couldn't
take any more, and lay there, gasping and trying to
get her breath back. We cuddled, until she could
breathe normally, then took my hand, and we showered
together. She was gentle with me, and I was in love
with her. I told her that as we washed each other,
telling her I had loved her since I'd been a little
boy, but she just kissed me, and told me to hush.
Hey. Look, mate. Sorry about the scribbler remark,
let’s be friends, and forget I said that, shall we?
Good? Good!
We got dressed, then went back to the party. Mum was
in a fury, telling Lola, her sister, that she was a
slut, but Lola told her to shut the fuck up, and if
she'd drop her knickers once in a while for my father,
she'd be a damn sight more happy than she was. Mum
went into a huff, but she had quite a bit to drink,
and kept giving Dad sideways looks. I thought to
myself, I wasn't the only man in the house to get
lucky that night! Did you know, my mother was a
screamer when she came? I'd beat off at night when I
heard their bed-springs bounce, and listen to my
father grunting, and my mother moaning, then her voice
got louder until she'd scream out her release. I'd
time it, so that when Mum came, so did I. Fucking hot!
My mother was, and still is, a good looking woman, all
curves, with a thirty-eight inch bust, like her
sister, Lola. I would still look at her arse as she
bent over, and get hard thinking about her honey-pot
hidden by her clothes. I think she knew I was looking
at her full, round derriere, and would bend over, even
when she didn't have to. Made her feel sexy, I
suppose, even if it was her son looking!
I was a hero to my Dad that night! He kept pressing
drinks into my hand, his arm around my shoulders,
bragging that his boy was now a man, as they'd all
heard Lola wailing in orgasm, which Lola smirked at,
causing Mum and the other ladies and girls there to
seethe, and all the guys were in awe of me. They all
wanted to dip their wicks in Lola for years, but she
was out of their reach. They were not in her class,
and knew it too, and that the fact she'd chosen me,
someone so low on the totem pole, was next to a visit
from a Divine Presence, right up there with Moses and
the parting of the Red Sea!
I still love that woman. For that night, and for the
fact we became lovers after that. For almost ten years
we met about once a week, and I'd go to her place, and
we'd fuck, or make love slowly, depending on how she
felt. She taught me a lot, she did. I came to know her
body intimately, every nook and cranny She taught me
how to love a woman, paying attention to their little
signs. Other guys went without, and I always had
plenty! I was about twenty-five, or nearly, when I
went to her house, and she didn't answer the bell like
she always did. I tried the door, and it was unlocked.
So calling her name, I went in, and found her on the
sofa, dead and cold, a pill bottle beside her, empty.
Turned out she had cancer, she'd had it for a couple
of years, not telling me or anyone, and rather than
wait for the cancer to take her, she'd jumped the gun,
and took her own life. For a woman like Lola, who
loved life, and would enjoy it often, knowing she was
going to die slowly, and in pain, well, she couldn't
take it. She'd written me a letter, posted that same
day, telling me so, and saying how much she'd enjoyed
the times she'd had with me, and that she was sorry,
so very sorry, but she wasn't going to let me see her
go downhill, and give the harpies something to crow
about.”
Lola left me some money in her will, a lot of fucking
money! We knew she's married early, when she was
nineteen, to a businessman from up north, but Lola
didn't say much about it. He died of a heart attack
while he was on the job, and Lola told me that she
hadn't realised he was dead at first, she just thought
he'd gone to sleep after cumming.
Well, when she got over the shock of having a corpse
in her bed, she called in an ambulance, and the
autopsy showed he'd had a heart attack, sure enough,
and then she found out he was a wealthy bastard, not
telling her he had a separate bank account that she
didn't know about. If her lawyer hadn't dug into his
finances, she may have never known about it.
His family put their hooks in for a hand-out, but Lola
was a canny woman. She fought back, and she fought
hard, winning the lot. She kept quiet about her money,
and didn't let on to the rest of the family she was
flush.
Our family lived in the meanest part of town, and
there were girls everywhere whose only chance at
affording the clothes on their backs, and whatever
else they wanted, was to hook for it, as jobs were
scarce. Big Al Slocumbe ran the girls, and most of
them were not worth looking at after being in his
stable after a while. He wore then out, and they were
old before their time. God, I hated to see the misery
and hopelessness in their eyes.
When Slocumbe got his hooks into you, you were his,
body and soul. He didn't let go, and he'd use
blackmail and violence to keep you in line. So me and
the boys who were my crew, we went around those girls,
and made them a deal. They came over to us, and they
got a better split of the money they made. I took a
third, finder’s fee, and they kept the rest, to do
with what they wanted. After explaining it to a few of
the scared girls, they talked it over, always away
from Big Al, and away from his bully boys.
By the end of a couple of weeks, we had promises from
all but three terrorised girls. I visited them, put
their fears to rest as best I could, then I moved. The
fight was short, but bloody. Big Al and several of his
henchmen died in the firefight, but the police
couldn't prove me or any of my boys were there, so
they had to let me go.
Life got better for my girls, and they became their
old selves again, and you'd actually hear laughter on
the streets, the girls happy. I was happy, and my
reputation among the criminal world got stronger, and
more solid. I had girls who'd come to me and ask for
work, and some would stay until they'd paid their
bills off, and some stayed on for longer, those who
loved sex my most favourited and asked for.
Little Jeeny Sprite was one such girl. Eighteen, in
college, she loved sex, and she loved anal sex in
particular. Of course I tried her out when she came to
me looking for work, me never having tried the back
passage before, and by my sweet sainted Aunt Lola, but
could that girl use her arse! I was a wreck by the
time she finished with me. Jeeny Sprite, and yes,
that's what she wanted her name to be, not telling me
what her real name was, was a tiny thing, blonde with
huge blue eyes. She had an innocent quality about her
that endeared her to her clients. Slim figure, small
rosy-tipped nipples, a little hair on her snatch, and
perfect in every detail. She could get you hard, just
by locking stares with you, and smiling. She made a
lot of money doing the Lolita act. And she could pull
it off, especially when she dressed in a school
uniform! She’d make you believe she was only twelve,
for fuck’s sake!
Dad and my uncles would come around every so often,
and for a discounted fee, they could have a girl of
their choice. Dad and my Uncle Mike always wanted
Sherry, who looked like a younger version of my
mother. Neither knew about the other man wanting her,
and it surprised me that Uncle Mike had been carrying
a torch for my mother all these years, even marrying a
woman who looked like her in an oblique way.
I did some digging into Sherry's background, just to
satisfy my curiosity, using a discrete private
detective, one I've used since, and he discovered that
my grandfather had had an affair, and Sherry was the
result of that union. Dad and Uncle Mike didn't know
they were having sex with their sister, and I never
told them. But I did look after her, which caused a
little bit of jealousy among the girls, but I put my
foot down, and told them to stop poking their noses
into what didn't concern them.
I'd had Sherry a time or two myself, always paying
her, sometimes more than what her fee was, but she
took it, putting the cash into her purse, and getting
down to business. I would be gentle with her, and I'd
always see my mother's eyes looking at me when I was
on top of her, moving inside of her. I couldn't help
myself. I'd always wanted my mother as a young boy,
and I'd lie awake in bed, jacking off, imagining me
fucking her, instead of my Dad.
Mum hated the idea of having a pimp as a son, but I
used some of my money to buy her things, little
things, and slowly, she came around to liking me
again, but still not comfortable with my status on the
streets.
Then one day, Mum met Sherry on the street, while she
was shopping. Mum noticed Sherry shopping for a new
dress, and followed her around, drawn by the girl's
looks, finding something familiar about her. Mum
finally got her courage up, and approached Sherry, and
got to talking with her. They got on really well, and
the next time when I went to visit Mum, Sherry was in
the parlour, and Dad was conspicuous by his absence.
That wasn't like him; he'd always be there to check
out any good-looking girl that was in his home.
Sherry and I pretended not to know each other, shaking
hands and doing the 'How-do-you-do' thing. Mum
introduced me as a businessman, making Sherry smile,
turning up the corner of her lips in a shared secret,
and then I sat back, watching them, watching the
interplay between them, two sisters who didn't know
they were sisters.
They chatted about this and that, getting to know each
other, and then Sherry got up to leave, telling Mum
she had to work a nightshift. Mum told her she was
about to dish up dinner, so I told Sherry that I was
sure her boss would let her have the night off, that
I'd see to it personally, and have a chat to him, as I
knew him. She looked at me, and asked if that was
okay, and would she still have a job tomorrow?
I assured her that it was, and that after I called her
boss, she would. She sat back down, and while Mum was
fussing in the kitchen, she sipped her tea, and kept
looking at me, flicking her eyes at the phone. Right!
Got it! So I called one of my boys, and pretending to
be speaking with her boss. I spun a tale about Sherry
having to take the night off, and that she had family
business to take care of! Well, I wasn't lying, not
about that part, at least! My mate, Harry, was howling
in laughter on the other end, and I mentally made a
point of kicking his arse when I saw him next!
It was after dinner that Mum asked Sherry what the
names of her parents were, and Sherry said she was
brought up by her mother; she didn't know who her
father was. So Mum, who just had to know, asked her
what her mother's name was, and when Sherry mentioned
the name, Mum went pale, and gasped, “Oh, my God! That
was my father's secretary! He had to let her go, said
she'd gotten herself pregnant, and he didn't want her
near him anymore!”
That's when the penny dropped, and Mum went paler
still, and nearly dropped into a faint. She was
crying, Sherry looked like she wanted to cry and run
away, she'd actually got to her feet to leave, but my
Mum, she just grasped her sister in a big bear hug,
and wouldn't let her go. Then there were two wailing
women in the parlour, and I didn't know what to do.
Dad was white as a sheet, and he looked like he wanted
to be sick. Next thing I know, we were both holding a
bottle of beer each, suddenly thirsty, and Dad, that
big, gruff, sleazy man that he was, was crying, and
was saying he was sorry, so sorry, he didn't know!
Mum of course thought he was talking about Sherry and
her mother being abandoned by her father, and was
trying to comfort him as well! Then Sherry told us her
real name was Angela, and that she'd given us a false
name as she'd only met us, and she didn't trust too
many people. That’s when Angela told Mum what she did
for a living, but kept my name out it. Mum must have
made the connection, because she rounded on me, and
accused me of leading her sister astray, among other
things. Angela sat Mum down, told her she'd got it
wrong, and told her she'd sought me out, hearing that
I treated my girls with respect, saying that was
something her boss, me, learned from her, my mother!
That mollified my mother, who sobbed into her
handkerchief, and promised that she'd get in contact
with Angela's mother, and welcome her into the fold.
They wouldn't be pariahs any longer, but loved and
looked after. Surprised the hell out of me and Dad, I
can tell you. Mum was an Aquarian, and when she took
to you, she did it all the way, come hell or high
water!
Dad was an Aries, a big soft, loyal, dense blockhead.
He loved my mother, stood by her all these years, no
matter the hell she put him through. He only went with
Sherry, Angela, because Mum had shut up shop, and
wouldn't give him any sex. He'd heard, 'Not in the
mood' so often, he didn't touch her any more either.
They lived in the same house, ate together, watched
television together, and slept in the same bed
together. Apart from that, there were no more late
night screaming sessions from my mother. I was sad
about that, but that was something they had to work
out on their own.
Would you believe it took me, me of all people, to
bring a whole lot of catch-up sex back into their
lives? Hah! I shit you not!
Let me tell you about it, you ain’t going to believe
what I'm about to tell you, and bugger me sideways, if
I don't believe me either!
I was in my office one day, not long after Mum found
out about Sherry, Angela, sorry, being her sister.
Angela continued to work for me, and I allowed her to
pick her own customers, and she made more from that,
being exclusive. As it was a profitable arrangement,
we made more money, and I was happy with that. Anyway,
I was in my office, like I said when my mate, Harry,
poked his head in the door, and tells me I got a
visitor. I could tell by the look on his face it
wasn't no ordinary type of caller, so I asked him who
it was.
He looked over his shoulder, and asks me if I should
tell her I was busy, and to see me later? Her? Now I
was interested, but Harry didn't send girls away if
they were looking for work, so I got up to see who it
was. When I did, I nearly shit myself! It was my
mother, and she looked nervous, looking like she
wanted to bolt out of there.
I took her arm, and ushered her into the office, and
closed the door. I put her on the couch, and we sat
there, Mum looking like she was in the Devil's
parlour, and wringing her hands, not looking at me.
Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Mum asks me,
in a timid kind of voice, if I thought she was
attractive. She looked at me then, and my heart broke
to see hope, fear of rejection, and desperation in her
lovely brown eyes. I sat back, careful to frame my
words, and told her, yes, I did think she was
attractive, and confessed to her that as a young boy,
I used to fantasize about her.
She looked shocked, and then she asked me, if I
thought she was attractive, why didn't my father? She
was so lonely, she couldn't bear it. He wouldn't touch
her, and she desperately needed him to. “We don't make
love anymore!”, she said with heat in her voice. “We
just lie there”, she said, “and I want him to touch
me, to hold me, but he won't! Is he seeing another
woman?”
I told her no, of course not, not willing to go there.
He still saw Sherry, and it was Sherry he had sex
with, not Angela. Mum just sat there, and then there
were tears in her eyes, and she threw herself into my
arms, and then she was kissing me, her son, and there
was a frenzy in her actions. She needed to know she
was still desirable, still an attractive woman, and so
she turned to the only male in her life that she could
trust, one who wouldn't tell on her.
I went with it, kissing her back. That she was my
mother didn't matter a bit to me. I could smell her
arousal, and it was heady and cloying in my nostrils,
driving me on, dictating my actions. Like I said
before, my mother is still a pretty woman, still well
stacked and firm for her age, and all the fantasies I
ever had about her came to the fore, and I wanted her,
desired her, so very badly.
When we came up for air, I was on my back, and Mum had
her hands in my pants, trying to extract my straining
cock, and as she got up, it popped out of my pants,
and she gasped as she saw it. “Is that what made Lola
cum so loudly?” she asked, a little shy now. I was
gloriously erect, and my seven inch pork torpedo was
thick and hard, and there was a drop of my juice
oozing out of the purple tip. Mum began to slide her
hand up and down it, gently caressing it, milking it,
unable to take her eyes off it. “Oh God, she breathed,
“it’s been a long time since I've seen one!” Then
looking at me she asked me, “What do we do now?”
I asked Mum if she'd ever gone down on Dad, and she
blushed, rather prettily. “No”, she said. “I don't
know how! What if I got it wrong and he didn't like
it? My God, that would be embarrassing!” I told her
that I knew just the girl who could help her, and when
she squeaked, “No!” I picked up the phone, and told
Harry to find Mary Catherine, and send her up, and
just let her in. I stressed that this was personal,
and to keep silent about it, clear? He replied in the
affirmative, and rang off.
Mary Catherine was an Irish Catholic girl who used to
be a nun. She'd taken vows, had served in a convent on
the coast, and from all accounts, she was a good nun.
Only trouble was, she couldn't keep her hands off the
neighbourhood cocks. She had to have her hands on one,
or two, or more if she could. She was a true lover of
penises. But her main speciality was oral sex. She
loved to suck cock. She was always asked for, because
either the women in the clients love-life didn’t know
how to do it, or didn’t do it at all. She could keep
you on the edge for so long, you’d go crazy from
frustration, but when she let you cum, you had a
religious experience!
Mary Catherine was five-six, curvy, and had blue eyes
that sparkled every time she looked at a man. That’s
not to say she didn’t like the ladies, far from it.
She could work her magic with a woman’s pussy just as
well as with a hard cock. We had repeat visits from
many ladies, wanting more of her tongue, fingers, and
toys. Apparently, quite a few of the younger nuns
cried when Mary Catherine was defrocked for sucking
off the bishop, only discovered when the Mother
Superior walked in on them. The poor man had never
been with a woman before he met that cock-hungry
Sister. He wasn’t about to forget her either, you can
bet on that! When Mary Catherine put on her habit,
there was a real nun standing there, and you would not
believe how many men wanted to have sex with a nun!
Brilliant!
With Mum’s hand still attached to my rigid member,
Mary Catherine turned up a few minutes later, took one
look, and was all business.
“What would you like me to do?” she asked me, and I
told her that this lady her had never performed oral
sex before, and could she help her? Mary Catherine
just smiled at my mother, and came to kneel in front
of me, and invited the blushing, shocked woman to join
her on the floor. Mum did, a bit in shock, and she
looked lost, not knowing what to do next. Mary
Catherine took my cock in her hand, and told Mum to
watch her, and then do as she did.
The lovely brunette licked the head of my cock, and
then put her lips just on the tip, the moved her head
forward, until she had the whole head in her mouth.
She gave me a couple of licks, and I groaned in
pleasure. Then she moved back and told the woman
beside her to do what she’d just done. My embarrassed
mother put her lips on me, and with her eyes closed,
she did as she was told. Then with the expert in
fellatio guiding her she proceeded to give me a
perfectly good blowjob.
Mary Catherine told her how to lick me, suck me, and
use her tongue to give me pleasure. Mum took to it
like a duck to water. When Mum was bobbing her head
and sucking on my turgid cock, Mary Catherine lifted
the back of Mum’s dress, and pushed her panties down
to her knees, and opened her legs. Mum’s eyes flew
open, and went to say something, but my little expert
just held her head steady, and told her to keep going,
this wasn’t going to hurt, she might even like it!
Then putting her hand on Mum’s butt, she slid it down,
until she had Mum’s pussy cupped in her hand. Mary
Catherine began to talk to my mother then, in a
purring husky voice.
My Mum couldn’t d say anything, not with her mouth
full, her tongue swirling on my cock-head, and Mary
Catherine telling her what a good girl she was, how
she could see the older woman loved my cock, that
she’d be able to pleasure any man she met, then seeing
her wedding band, told her how her husband will love
her for all the times she’d blow him, sucking the seed
from him, drawing out his strength, making him her
own. While she was speaking to the lovely older woman
between my legs, she was using her fingers on Mum, and
she showed me how wet she was by holding up her hand,
soaked in juices, which she licked off, offering me
some. I sucked on Mary’s fingers, my Mum’s juices
sweet and intoxicating.
I was moaning, my mother was making moaning noises,
her rear end rotating to what Mary Catherine was doing
to her, and with a loud groan from me, and a gurgling
scream from my orgasming parent, we came together, and
Mum choked as my sperm shot into her mouth, to dribble
down her chin. She actually swallowed what she could,
smacking her lips in pleasure at the taste. She looked
shell-shocked, her eyes glassy, and had a lop-sided
smile on her face.
Mum looked at me, and she grinned at me, a wicked
gleam in her eye as she said, “Holy sweet Jesus, wait
till your father gets home tonight! He’s not going to
know what hit him!” then she collapsed in laughter,
her face in my groin, and then she proceed to clean me
up, using her tongue, chuckling all the time. Me and
my fellatrix laughed with her. I had a feeling their
‘dry spell’ was over!
After Mum had pulled herself together and left, I sat
there, a smile on my face. I had finally been with my
mother, if only for a short time, and boy, did I want
more! When Mary Catherine left shortly after Mum, I
got Harry to pay her. One rule I have is that my girls
never perform for free, even if it was me, or one of
the boys. That kept them happy, and not reluctant to
come to me when called upon. It also kept them loyal.
My girls knew they could rely on me, and I never
ripped them off, and dealt harshly with anyone who
tried. Not many did.
I had a few other business interests, and with the
income coming in, I was reasonably wealthy. So I took
a break, putting my best man on the job as the
manager. I had no worries about him. He was steady,
made the right decisions, and looked after the girls.
They liked him, and any bother was quickly sorted out,
to everyone’s satisfaction. So I walked away, and
looked for new experiences. I took a holiday for a few
weeks on a cruise ship, paying for my parents to go on
one of their own. Mum and Dad were happier than I’d
seen them for a long time. Mum put her new skills to
good use, and would you believe it, Dad wasn’t shy
about returning the favour!
When I returned from my holiday, I spent less time at
the office, and spent more time at home. I knew my
business was in good hands, so I didn’t have to be
there at all. I gave everyone bonuses for good work
well done, and some of the girls went on a shopping
spree, and enjoyed themselves immensely. Things were
going well, then one day I got a phone call at home
from Harry. Sherry was in a bit of bother, and could
she come around and talk to me?
I told him, sure, send her over, and we’d discuss
whatever she had to talk about. Sherry’s mother hadn’t
known what her daughter did for a living, and Sherry
didn’t tell her, only saying that she was working in a
good job, and it paid well, nothing more. I didn’t
know what she wanted to talk to me about, so I waited
patiently for her to arrive. Sherry turned up forty-
five minutes later by taxi, and when I opened the
door, she was standing there with a little girl,
perhaps eight to ten years of age, hard to tell, as
she was small and skinny, all brown hair and big brown
eyes, looking scared of this big man in front of her,
a stranger.
“Ron”, she said to me after they’d gotten settled, “I
want you to meet Anne. She answers to Annie, but
doesn’t like that name very much. Her grandfather used
to look after her, down the street from where I live,
but he died two days ago. I can’t look after her. I
thought you might be able to”. She looked frazzled,
and her nerves were showing by the way she kept
shifting around in her seat. “Please, Ron! She’s got
no-one else!” she pleaded. “I asked around, and she’s
all alone, she’s got no mum or dad! You’ve got to help
her! I don’t want to see her in a home. She needs love
and caring for.”
Angela was one of a very few who had permission to
call me Ron. She was family, and therefore, knowing
her as I did, she’d earned the right to use the
shortened version of my name. No-one called me Ronny.
Not if they still wanted their teeth!
I asked the little orphaned waif to come to me,
holding out my arms, and with a look at Angela, who
nodded to her, telling her it was alright, she’d be
safe, she came to me shyly, half-scared by this change
in her life, and this strange man she didn’t know. The
child was about four feet tall, and her hair was thin
but fine, and when I put my hands on her ribcage, I
felt the ribs. She must be hungry, I thought, so I got
up, and holding her by the hand, took her into the
kitchen, Anne’s eyes grew big, as she took in my
kitchen. “Wow, mister”, she said, “is all this yours?”
I smiled down at her, and picking her up, I sat her on
the counter. She weighed next to nothing, and I vowed
then I’d take her in, and raise her as my own. I
didn’t have children, and missed the joys of holding
and hugging my own child. It was a deep hole in my
life, and I felt good as I looked at this girl-child,
and watching her face as I made a meal for us, I
almost laughed at her curiosity and wonder.
Then lunch was ready, and then Angela, Anne and I sat
down, and as we ate, I asked Angela all about the
girl, who her grandfather was, and whether anyone
would come looking for her. Angela only knew that the
grandfather was an unemployed alcoholic, and Anne was
put into his care as he was the only living relative
she had. Angela looked with pity at the girl, who was
stuffing herself. She’d been hungry, alright. God
alone knows when the last time she’d had a decent
meal. I asked Angela whether her mother couldn’t have
taken care of the girl, and she shook her head.
“No”, she said, “Mum doesn’t want any part of her”.
She wouldn’t talk about it, and got angry at the
thought of Angela giving up her job to care for the
girl, even if Angela worked part-time to raise her.
That took care of that, no living relations, so all
that was needed was the approval of this little
orphan.
I looked at the girl, and as she was finishing her
lunch with a big burp, I waited till she looked at me.
I studied her, and saw a pretty little girl, who’d
grow up to be a pretty young woman. When Anne finally
looked at me, noticing the silence, I took her hand,
and spoke.
“Anne,” I began, “Angela tells me you have nowhere to
go. Is this right?”
Anne looked at me, and tears began to well up in her
eyes. She nodded slowly, wondering no doubt what was
coming next. I wished I could read minds, as that
would give me an angle to work on with this child.
“How old are you, sweetheart?” I asked her.
“I’m ten”, she said, still a little intimidated by me.
I’d have to be gentle with her, I thought.
“Angela has brought you here to me, because she thinks
I can care for you, and you’d live well. You’d never
go hungry, and no-one will ever hurt you. I promise to
take care of you, and see to it that you have
everything, within reason, you could want. I’ll put
you in school, and that way, you’d be around children
your own age. How does that sound to you?”
Anne sat there, and digested what I’d offered her. Her
eyes went wide as the offer sank home, and the first
thing she said broke my heart. “I’d never go hungry
again? I can eat anything I wanted to? I can go to the
fridge, and have something to eat, anytime I wanted?”
Damn it. It was so hard not to shed a tear at hearing
that. I’d never gone hungry, I didn’t know how she
felt, but I resolved then and there that she could
camp out in the fucking fridge if she wanted to! I
took her hand, so small and tiny in my big one, and
was gratified that she didn’t pull it away. “You will
eat well, little one. We’ll soon have some meat on
your bones, and we’ll have good times, you and I!”
Anne was looking at Angela, who was nodding, tears
tracking down her cheeks. “Yes, you will, my little
love! Ron here will look after you, and see to it
you’ll never be hungry again! Say yes, my love, and
make us all happy!”
Anne sat there, her head down, not saying a word. Then
she was talking so softly, I thought she was praying.
In a way, she was. “Please tell me what to do Mummy!
Tell me what to do!” Then she cried, sobbing and
gasping for breath, her little thin shoulders shaking.
Anne got up from her seat, and with a happy look, she
ran into my arms, and damn me if I wasn’t teary-eyed
too! Angela was sobbing, happy to see the child happy,
and all of us just sat in the kitchen, Anne in my lap,
me holding her, and together we spent some time
adjusting to this new development.
After Angela left, hugging me and giving me a kiss on
my lips, a good long, tickle-my-tonsils kiss, she went
down to her taxi, her demeanour so happy, she was
almost skipping in joy. I turned to the waif standing
next to me, and asked her what she wanted to do? Anne
thought a moment, and said she didn’t know, what did I
want to do? I noticed first off that there wasn’t any
clothes or anything for my new ward, so I suggested we
go shopping, how would she like that? Anne almost
jumped out of her skin in excitement.
So we hopped into my car, and we had a ball! Anne was
in a fairy-tale of her own, she was the Cinderella
princess, and she wanted everything she saw. We
settled on new clothes, underwear, pajamas, nighties,
toiletries, shoes, socks, and the bags we had to take
home needed four trips from the car to be taken
inside. Anne wanted to try everything on again, and
when dinnertime rolled around, she was exhausted.
That night, after putting Anne in her new big bed in a
separate bedroom, I went out into the living room and
made several phone calls. The people I called didn’t
make a fuss at being called so late, not with what I
paid them, they shouldn’t! By the time I was ready to
hit the sack, I too was exhausted, but happy.
After showering, I went to hop into bed, and then
realised I had company. Anne wasn’t in her bed, she
was in mine! I sat on the bed in my towel, and touched
her shoulder. Big brown eyes looked at me, and I asked
her softly why she wasn’t in her own bed? Anne looked
up at me, and she told me that she’d always slept with
her Poppa, her grandfather, even if he was stinky!
Besides, she told me, she was afraid of that big bed,
and that big room. She looked so sad, I gave in, and
told her that I usually slept naked, so she shouldn’t
be in my bed when I did that.
Anne told me it was okay, it was my bed, and if I
slept naked, she’d be fine! I offered to put a pair of
shorts on, but she just scooted over, and told me it
was alright, she knew I wouldn’t hurt her. So with
some trepidation, I slid into the bed, careful not to
let her see my privates. Anne giggled, and I told her
gruffly to go to sleep! She sighed, and snuggled up to
my back, and lying like that, we went to sleep.
It took Anne several weeks to put on more weight. She
was fed regularly, but her metabolism had slowed down
from the regime of hunger, and I despaired of her ever
putting the weight back on. I enrolled her in a good
girl’s school, but that too, took time for her to
adjust, especially when some older, girls made a habit
of picking on her, terrorising the poor little mite.
One night, Anne was sitting at the table, just pushing
her dinner around her plate, her head down, so I
couldn’t see her face. When I asked her what was
wrong, she said, “Ron, I hate my new school! I don’t
fit in there! I don’t belong there! I should be in a
public school, where I belong, with the other freaks!”
“Are some of the girls there picking on you, Anne?” I
asked her, my face and voice hard. She looked guiltily
at me, and put her head down again. “No, Ron, I just
don’t belong there! Please put me in a public school!”
“That’s not going to make it go away, Anne”, I told
her. “You have to stand up to them; no matter how much
bigger or smarter they think they are!” I took her
hand and said, “Anne! Look at me!” She raised her
head, and she was crying. “You have to stand up to
them, Anne!” I told her again, “If you give in to
them, they’ll always be there, years from now, telling
you that you’re a freak, and that you don’t belong! Be
strong, my girl! One lesson I learned growing up on
the streets was, hit them hard, and hit them fast!”
Anne looked at me, saw the conviction in my eyes, and
giggled at the thought of her hitting the big girls,
and then she asked me, “How do I do that? Where do I
hit them?”
“Do they have boobs? I asked. She nodded. “Then hit
them there! A young girl’s boobs are really sensitive,
and if you can’t hit them there, hit them between the
legs! That’s an even more sensitive place for a girl,
and for a boy, for that matter!”
Anne really giggled at that, and soon we were in a
lively discussion, talking about how to hit someone,
how hard, where, and how to defend yourself against
blows to your body. Anne had never been in a fight, so
she had no concept of pain that could be made to hurt
you, or to give hurt to another. I’d been in lots of
fights as a kid, and as a young man, so I knew what I
was talking about.
The next day Anne went to school, and when she came
home, she threw herself into my arms, and hugged me.
“Thank you, Ron!” She gushed. “I did what you told me,
and when Marisa picked on me again, I hit her hard,
right in the boobs! She went down crying! It was so
cool!”
I asked her if she’d got in trouble for fighting on
school grounds, and she told me yes, she’d got
detention, “but it was sure worth it!” she grinned,
her eyes glowing from the victory over the other girl.
From that day on, no-one picked on Anne again. All she
had to do was show her fist and growling face, and the
bullies would back off. None of them wanted their
boobs smashed by my little vixen!
I was so proud of her, I took her out to dinner in a
fine restaurant, and she could barely eat, she was so
captivated by the opulence around her. She was
fascinated by the waiters who brought us our dinners
on a plate that had a silver cover over them. That was
my special request for her. She’d seen it on
television, and asked me if they did that here? I
asked a waiter quietly if it could be done, as it was
her birthday, and could they do it as a special treat?
When the waiter whipped it off her plate, Anne was in
raptures!
When Anne turned eleven, I threw her a birthday party,
the biggest and first of her young life. She had
invited her friends, around twenty of them, and they
spent the day having fun, and swimming in the pool. I
love sunny days! There were a few twelve and thirteen
year olds there that looked really tasty, especially
in their little bikinis, and they looked sleek and
firm as otters! God, but my cock was hard when I
looked at them!
Their firm breasts poked out, hard little points
everywhere, and young girls have ways of knowing when
an older man is looking at them, and they played for
me, whether some of them knew they were doing or not.
Anne had started finally to fill out, and she had nice
twin round bumps on her chest that rode high, and she
was developing curves in all the right places, and her
bikini bottoms hugged her mound, showing me her tiny
slit, and I had to tell myself off for getting a rod
of iron just watching the way her bikini bottoms
hugged her bum, and rode up between her lovely bum
crack.
I watched the young girls, trying to keeping my face
straight, but I did have a couple of the even tastier
Mums noticing where my eyes went to, all those
beautiful little pussies and butts on display, and one
of them pulled me aside and wanted to know if I was
interested in her daughter, a lovely little big
breasted twelve year old, and she told me that if I
was, they were a double package, if I was interested!
You bet I was! I couldn’t keep my cock down after
that. Mumsy took me aside a little later, and gave me
a taste of what I could expect, both her and her
daughter doing some very naughty things to my manhood!
They left me weak-kneed, and smiling for the rest of
the day!
Oh, so you want to know what we did? Thought you
might! Well, hang on, mate, I’m getting to that, hold
your horses! Jesus, what a horny bastard you are!
Remember those phone calls I told you about, well, one
was to the private dick, and I’d got him to do some
digging into Anne’s past, and that wasn’t the most
joyous of tasks going through it, once the information
about her parents and home life came in. The other
calls were to my lawyer, and she put in the paperwork
to get adoption proceedings under way. The other
couple of calls were to other people, high placed
people, to smooth the way for the adoption to happen.
Now Anne was my adopted daughter, and I was one happy
man!
After that first night, I had managed to convince Anne
to sleep in her own bed, safer I thought, for both of
us. Her little girl smell, which endears her to me,
also made me very hard. Now, I’d never thought of
having sex with little girls, never entered my mind on
any level, but as Anne would hug me, lie on the couch
with me, and wriggle her little slim butt against my
body, it would make me inhale sharply as my body would
react from the caresses she gave me. I tried to move
away from her, to distance my boner from her pert and
taught bum, but it was if she was trying to make me
hard, like a game she was playing, or like she was
reacting to her own body’s developing needs as a
growing woman, I couldn’t tell.
So a few days after her eleventh birthday, I was
sitting up in bed, doing some sums on my laptop. Then,
as I always have the bedroom door open, my bed facing
the door, in case Anne needed me for anything, I
looked up to see her standing there, just looking at
me, and I couldn’t decipher the look in her eyes. She
had a deep, almost longing look there that, if I’d
seen it on another, more older woman, I’d have guessed
it was sexual in nature. But she was still a growing
child, and I told myself that it couldn’t be.
Anne was dressed in her nighty, a pale pink colour
that looked skin floating around her. It was a vibrant
colour, one she’d picked out herself, and it
complemented her pigmentation. She just stood there,
us swapping stares, and then she asks me if she could
sleep with me tonight. I asked her what was wrong with
her own bed, and she told me that she was feeling
lonely, and wanted to cuddle.
I flipped back a corner of the covers on my left hand
side, the side I usually sleep on, and with a bright
smile, she slid in next to me, and cuddled in close.
As she did, her nighty rode up, and I noticed she’d
left her panties off. I don’t know if it was by
accident or not, but her little hand brushed my cock,
which flared into life, and seconds later, she did it
again, while she moved to get more comfortable. I went
red, and tried to ignore her, until the distraction of
having her there in my bed finally made me shut off
the lappy, and put it away. Then I turned off the
light, and settled down to sleep, holding my lovely
sweet-smelling daughter.
I was woken up during the night out of s deep sleep by
movement in the bed. Like I told you before, I always
sleep naked, and as I lay there coming awake, the
movement I felt was Anne rocking her hips back and
forth, and my hard cock was between her legs, rubbing
her puffy pussy lips. As it went in, I could feel her
lips part and cling to my cock-head as it swiped past
her little clitty, and both of us were slick with
juices, making the process easy, too easy.
I don’t know how long she’d been doing that, but I was
close, close to erupting all over her. My breath
rasped in my throat, and my balls were tightening up,
a sure sign I wasn’t far off my climax. Anne was
moaning, and flexing her thighs, and when I got my
weight on my elbow to look at her, she went still, but
her little puss was still clenching me, not willing to
stop.
Looking down at her, feigning sleep, I asked her what
she was doing. She mumbled, “Dreaming.” “Oh,” I said,
“is it a nice dream, then?” I saw her eyes move under
her eyelids, and she sighed, smiled, and said, “Yes.
Very nice.” Then I grinned, not fooled by her ‘sleep-
talking”, and told her to keep dreaming then, and I’d
dream along with her, if that was all right? Anne
grinned, not realising I could see her face, and began
to move her hips again, and even though that rest had
given me time to cool down, the feeling of her little
slit opening on my head was pure heaven, soft and
silky.
I began to move with her, not attempting to enter her,
which you can bloody well bet I wanted to, and
together we humped, getting faster, and more vocal as
we did. I was groaning out loud, and I put my hand on
her chest, cupping her small tit, which fit into my
hand, soft and yet firm, her nipple poking my palm,
and then I gently pinched her nipple. Anne gasped, and
shoved down on me, then started to thrash, her own
climax coming quick and strong.
I couldn’t hold back, and shoved forward, a reflex
action, and in doing so, my cock changed angle, and
penetrated her clinging lips, and my cock-head was
buried in her, my love, my goddess, my daughter. She
squealed, and went “Oomph!” her breath exploding out
of her. I held still, afraid I’d hurt her, but as I
came, shooting my seed into her, which spurted back
out, all the time Anne kept moving, as if to bury my
shaft into her little slim body.
When we’d calmed down, Anne wiggled her bottom, and
made a “Mmmm” noise, then settled back into my flaccid
and sticky cock, and went to sleep, smiling at another
victory in her short life. I lay there, breathing
heavily, and I was in a state of unease, despite what
had happened. My little girl was growing up rapidly,
and the change kept me awake for a long time.
Two days later, we were cuddling on the couch, and
then Anne turned to me, and out of the blue, asked if
she could see me? “You are seeing me”, I told her, not
understanding. Anne sat up, and pushed a few strands
of hair out of my eyes, and said, no, she wanted to
see me, darting a look at my crotch. I sat up as well,
and held her close. “Why do you want to do that, pet?”
I asked her. Anne went silent, then turning to me, her
brown eyes open wide in wonder, she told me she’d
heard some of the girls, the older ones ay school,
talking about their boyfriend’s cocks, and they were
comparing them, commenting on different sizes and
shapes.
“I’ve felt yours”, she told me, “but I’ve never seen
it. Can I, please? Just so I know what they were
talking about! Please, Ron, can I?” I sighed, feeling
out of my depth. I had promised Anne I’d never hold
anything back from her, that I’d always tell her the
truth, but we were on a slippery slope already, and it
was getting more dangerous as it was. I studied her
face, and she was honestly curious, no guile or hidden
agenda there that I could see. I thought about it,
then I told her that if I did, she couldn’t tell
anyone, not even her best friend, is that clear?
She smiled then, a big wide grin, and told me she
hadn’t said a word to anyone about we did in my bed
the other night, to which I mentally slapped myself
for forgetting to talk to her about, so she wasn’t
about to blab about this! So I told her we were going
to have a shower together, and then she could look all
she wanted, if she still wanted to. Anne was up and
running to the bathroom before I’d finished speaking!
Anne was naked, and had the shower running when I got
there. I undressed, and she kept staring at my crotch,
and when my underpants hit the floor, her eyes went
wide, and she whistled, saying, “Wow! Is he asleep?”
Then she giggled at my growl, and together we stood
under the water, and began to soap each other down. I
turned her, and soaped down her back, giving her a
massage as I did so, making the tiny girl relax under
my hands, and moan deliciously. I got her to put her
weight on her hands, up against the shower wall, and
as I went lower, she pushed her bum out at me, so I
spent some time down there, rubbing and massaging her
little globes.
Then getting curious myself, my fingers dipped into
her crevice, and I ran my fingers all over her
butthole, and pouty pussy lips, rubbing them, feeling
the way they moved under my gentle probing. Anne began
to give small moans as she began to move under my
ministrations, and then I felt wetness, but not from
the water pouring down over us. Anne leaned even more
forward, offering herself to my fingers, and as I
rubbed her little nubbin, she gasped, and her knees
buckled, making me grab her, and stand her back up.
Then her eyes closed, and she began to move, jerking
her hips, then she gave the cutest little meow sound,
and then grunted, thrashing herself on my exploring
digits. I had one finger in her puss, just up to one
knuckle, and I could feel that lovely orifice contract
and try to suck it in, as she forced her butt down on
it, one of my other fingers rubbing her tiny clitty
button
Anne was gasping, riding her climax, and she kept
sliding down the wall, to finally sit there, holding
her puss, and moaning. Then shaking her head to clear
it of the running water, she stood, looking flushed
and grinning at me, told me it was my turn! I was hard
by this time, and when she saw it sticking out at her,
she gasped, and said, “Oh, boy, it’s so big, Ron! The
girls at school don’t know what they’re talking
about!” She giggled again, a girly sound, and I loved
hearing it.
Anne soaped up her hands, and took hold of my
straining member, and began to rub it, up and down
along the length, using both hands to do it. I gave
her pointers on how to wank me, putting one hand on
the base to steady it, and to use the other hand to
grip it lightly, and rub up and down. She really got
into it, and before I knew it, my knees buckled, and
Anne cried out in wonder as I shot off all over her
body, my white cream shooting out with great force,
making me grunt each time she jacked me. A spurt of
semen was hanging off her erect nipple, before being
washed off by the running water.
You should have seen her, she was so bloody proud of
herself, and I was proud of her too, she did
marvellously for her first time! We spent most of that
day nude, and I’d get hard again watching her little
puss and butt, each time she turned around, or sat on
the couch, and I resolved to teach her all she wanted
to know about sex, whenever she wanted to talk about.
She learned a lot, I can tell you, in those months
that followed!
Right. Now to tell you about Mumsy and her well-
endowed daughter. I can see you rubbing yourself in
expectation, so let’s get that out of the way, shall
we? You’re a horny bunch, you writers. You should get
out more often, find a woman, and get that dirty water
off your chest!
I was having dinner with Anne, and she was next to
nude, wearing only panties, and sheer ones at that!
When I saw them on the rack, I made an off-hand
comment that they’d look good on her, so she grabbed
then immediately! How I loved to see her little slit
through the material! I always get hard seeing her in
them, with her bare breasts, and pale pink nipples!
Especially when she sits with her feet up on the
couch!
Here, here’s a picture I took of her, not long after.
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Oho! That rattled you, didn’t it? I got a few more if
you want to take a break for five minutes? No? Oh,
well, your loss. Only offer once, that’s my motto!
Anyway, I asks her about Mrs So-and so and she tells
me all about her and her daughter. She had the money,
she married him for his company interests, and
together they had one child, the daughter, and then
Mrs So-and so kicks him out, and pays him off, buying
out his interest in the company, and tells him to piss
off and don’t come back. Ruined him, but made her a
reputation as a formidable opponent.
Not many men would go up against her, as she always
won. Always. A real business Diva. The daughter had a
reputation as a slut at school, but Anne thought that
was a result of jealousy, her Mum being so powerful
and influential, and all. I laughed, and when Anne
asked me what was so funny, I told her about what had
happened at her birthday party. Anne was wide-eyed in
delicious shock, her mouth hanging open, and then she
laughed as well, and told me maybe she should be even
better friends with the girl, as she probably could
teach her a thing or two!
So I pulled out her number, and called it. The mother
answered the phone, and we spent a good ten minutes
chatting, ending with an invitation to dinner at my
place. When the mother asked me about Anne, where
would she be, I told her that Anne was looking forward
to seeing them, and maybe picking up some tips,
anything her daughter could teach her. We had a date
then!
When they turned up, they were dressed similarly, both
in slinky off-the shoulder black dresses, and no panty
lines! They wore high heels, thrusting their cute
butts out, and they had a lovely wiggle as they came
in. The daughter was a head shorter than her mother,
but was just as pretty, and just as curvy. Mum’s boobs
were bigger, of course, but not by much, and they wore
no bras either, as I could see both sets of nipples
clearly as they thrust through the tight material.
When Anne saw there were panty-less, she ducked behind
a wall, and shimmied out of hers, tossing them into a
corner. I was informal, just in jeans and shirt, no
shoes, so the ladies took my cue, and took off theirs,
giving me flashes of shaved pussy lips as they did so.
Anne was in a miniskirt, and sat with her legs
crossed, but opening them a little bit at a time as we
chatted, showing the two ladies she was just as
adventurous as they were!
When it was time for dinner, we chatted some more, and
afterward, sitting out on the patio, enjoying the warm
night, I mentioned I had a jacuzzi, and would they
like to take a dip? After inspecting it, all three
women shucked off their dresses, and were naked in no
time. I laughed, and stripped out of my clothes, and
then joined them as they ogled my stiffening manhood.
Anne floated over to sit on my lap, rubbing her pussy
lips against my stiff rod. The older lady, whom I’ll
call Tera, and her daughter, Suzie, chatted with me
some more, and the conversation got more raunchy the
more we talked. Tera was telling me about the first
time she knew Suzie was sexually active. “I kept
missing my favourite vibrators, she said. Then one
afternoon, I hear Suzie moaning, and went to
investigate. I found her on her bed, stark naked, with
one vibrater buried in her sweet little quim, and one
in her butt!”
“She was tossing all over the bed, grabbing her sweet
little boobs, and climaxing. God, but it was so
erotic! I had to join her, so I stripped off, and
started to lick her pussy as Suzie was cumming, making
her go into seizures! Her juices tasted so lovely, and
when I licked her clit, Suzie screamed in orgasm
again, and again! I’m so proud of my little girl! How
old were you dear? Eleven, was it?”
“No, mother. I was nine and a half! I had broken my
own cherry when I was eight, by mistake when I was
learning how to use your vibrators! It hurt a little,
but the feeling of having that buzzing instrument in
me was out of this world!” Suzie giggled. “If only I’d
thought to ask about lube! I would have enjoyed myself
more!”
Tera turned to me as I looked at this girl who had
just matter-of-factly told us she’d been diddling
herself on her mother’s toys since she was eight! Holy
fuck and a half! Would you believe it? Tera looked me
in the eye, and asked if I was having sex with Anne
yet? She had an excited gleam in her eye, and she
panted, grasping underwater for my cock, which was
stiff, so very hard and stiff at the turn of
conversation.
No, I told them, Anne had told me she wasn’t ready
yet, and I’d wait until she was. I loved her, and
didn’t want to screw that up. I told Tera that we’d
done other things, mainly mutual masturbation, and
having sex by me putting my cock between her legs, and
rubbing it on her pussy lips. Suzie was rubbing her
own by then, a feral gleam in her eyes.
Anne spoke up and told the two lecherous women that
she wanted to hold off for a little while yet, because
she just didn’t want to go that far, despite knowing
that I wanted to make love to her. Then Suzie spoke
up, and there was pure naked lust in her voice,
belying the fact that it was coming from a twelve year
olds mouth.
“I’ll fuck him, mother”, she told her naked parent.
“If he wants to fuck a little girl, he can fuck me! I
want his hard shaft up me! I need it now!” She
grinned, and floated over to me, and held my pole in
her hands, chuckling. “If it’s alright, with him, it’s
alright with me! Tera told her child, and it was
alright with me, definitely! So the young girl sat on
my lap, and guiding my hardness to her opening, she
sat down slowly, feeling me slide into her, and she
was not tight exactly, but the young girl was
certainly very, very snug!
Anna was gaping at this display of sexual aggression
from her little classmate. Suzie’s small body was
weightless in the water, and I didn’t have to hold her
up, she just bounced on me in the pool. She had her
hands locked behind my head, and was in a different
world now, one where all the sensations she was
feeling were centred in her small and grasping pussy,
as it glided up and down me.
Tera had Anna in her lap now, and was stroking her
tiny sparsely thatched quim, her fingers making the
girl squirm and whimper. She spoke to me, and I
snapped back to reality, feeling but not paying
attention to what her daughter was doing to me.
“My husband was a prude”, she was saying. “Sex was
only for procreation, not for fun. God, he was so
boring! I put up with his feeble attempts in the
bedchamber, only so that I could get pregnant. I
really wanted a girl-child, and when I found out that
I had one, I was elated!” Tera was gloating as she
told me, “So when Suzie was born, you should have seen
his face! He really wanted a boy, to follow in his
father’s footsteps, and didn’t even look at Suzie as I
held her for the first time. As far as he was
concerned, nine months of term and labour was a waste
of time. The prick! He wanted to try again, but I’d
had enough of his grunting on me, so I kicked him
out!”
Suzie was on the home stretch now, and I could feel
her channel flutter as she rode me, water splashing
everywhere now as she bounced around on me. “He raised
a fuss when I told him to get out. He thought that
because we were married, and he was fucking me, that
he owned me! Like hell! I already had the divorce
papers drawn up by then! He was out, and for good!
Some father he would have made!”
Suzie was grunting and making small noises now, and
with a spasm that rocked her entire body, she climaxed
on my hard shaft. Her little puss clenched me, and
that actually stopped me from shooting into her. Thank
God for that! I wanted her mother as well, and given
time to recover, I would. Anne was going into her own
spasms, and she was cumming on Tera’s manipulating
fingers. Suzie was woozy, (Heh!), and drifted off my
pole, into her mother’s arms, while Anna drifted into
mine. Suzie was cuddled, and Tera’s hands stroked and
massaged her boobs, rolling and gently pinching her
nips.
After the girls calmed down, we left the Jacuzzi and
dried off, and walked into the living room, still
naked, giving me a chance to look over the fabulous
female flesh in my house. Tera was slimmish, with a
woman’s more mature body, with breasts that sagged
slightly, but she must exercise to keep in trim,
because there wasn’t an ounce of excess fat anywhere.
Her tight butt rolled and danced in front of me, and
her shaved pussy looked plump and inviting.
Her legs were trim and toned, and she didn’t have a
tan line anywhere on her body. She was golden and
olive, and combining that with her dark eyes, black
hair and aquiline nose, it gave her a Mediterranean
cast to her features. Suzie was a miniature version of
her mother. She too was lithe and sleek, and her
little butt, captivated me with the slow way she
walked, and I just knew she was going to be a man-
eater, just like someone else I used to know.
I thought to myself, I could make a lot of money with
those two, either separately, or as a combo. We sat on
the chairs and couch, Tera and Suzy on the couch,
Annie and I on my big old favourite chair. My erection
had returned full and stiff, and Annie kept shifting
to place in a comfortable position, as it kept poking
her in the butt-hole. Finally, she just moved so that
she was sitting in my lap with her legs open, my erect
member sticking up resting on her little lips, which
were wet again.
Both of my visitors looked at it hungrily, and turned
to each other simultaneously. Tera grinned, and told
her daughter it was her turn, Suzie having had first
dibs on it. Suzie grumped, and asked her mother if she
could get it ready for her. Tera smiled, and said that
was okay, as long as she didn’t go overboard and make
me cum.
Suzie got up, and walked over to me, and I stared at
her little lips moving between her legs, then she
knelt down between my legs, and put her mouth over me,
licking the tip, and sucking slowly on the head. Anne
was still on my lap, and had to hunch back to look
down at the girl who, for a young girl, sucked on me
like she’d done so for years. I was very surprised,
and Tera, seeing my look, told me she knew of a girl
in town, who specialised in the art of oral sex who
she’d paid to teach Suzie, and maybe she could
recommend me?
I knew who she meant, and asked her if it was Mary
Catherine she was talking about? Tera was surprised,
and laughed, saying that I was a naughty boy, seeing a
prostitute for a blowjob! I told Tera that I did know
her, and had used her services a time or two, not
mentioning that Mary was one of my girls! By this
time, I was on my way to my climax, and Tera, seeing
the look on my face, told her daughter to let up now,
it was her turn to ride the pony!
Suzie looked disappointed, and got up, passing her
mother as she got up and came over to me. Annie got
off my lap, and joined Suzie on the couch, while Tera
got onto all fours on the carpet, and told me to take
her, she was ready, more than ready, for a fucking! I
moved behind her, and holding myself, pointed my cock,
fat with need and blood, at her opening, and if she
wanted a fucking, I was going to give her one.
I put the head into her wet flower, and holding her
hips, making her give a “Yes!” in anticipation, I
drove myself forward, into a hot wet, snug, smooth
snatch. Tera gasped, and dropped her shoulders onto
the carpet, giving me a better angle to work with, and
then starting slow, I slid in and out of her, a sawing
motion, increasing my pace, and then she began to
match me, lunge for push, grunt for groan, moan for
gasp. I didn’t notice the girls on the couch, all that
I could concentrate on was the slurping, slapping
sounds that we made, and the clutching spasming pussy
channel I was pounding into.
We went into overdrive, banging against each other,
Tera crying out in soft pants and moans, as I drove
myself against her willing body. Then the tingles
started, and groaning I was cumming, Tera was saying,
“Yes! Cum for me baby! Cum in me!” I did just that,
with a loud, “Aaaargggh!” I spewed my seed into her,
as she lunged back at me, then grinding her pussy on
my cock; she had a wailing cum herself.
We fell sideways onto the carpet, and then Tera
laughed, and said she hadn’t had that much fun for
years! “Suzie’s father would shit himself if he saw
what we just did!” the panting woman said, drawing
gulps of air into her lungs, and breathing it back
out, huffing.
When we got our breath back, and got up off the floor,
both girls were smiling, and both had their hands in
their crotches, and the smell of sex and female
arousal was heavy in the air. The two women went home
after that, giving me kisses and promises to do this
again, and then Anne and I showered together, and went
to bed, both of us tired, and me exhausted.
Right. Talking about tired, let’s call a break here,
and you give me a call next week, and we’ll put some
more of this story into print. I got things to do,
Harry will send you over, okay?
Take care lad, see you next week!