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No animals were harmed in the production of this tale. COPYRIGHT, 2000, MANGEMERDE ------------------------------------------------------------- Sheila's Submission (MMF, voy, inc, reluc) By Mangemerde (deac@extremezone.com) Chapter 1 through 3 Complete CHAPTER ONE - FIRST CONTACT *************************** I'd never really considered myself to be bi-sexual. I had been married and had fathered two, now, "grown" children. Other than pre-teen neighborhood doctor games and occasional verbal fantasy sharing with my passionate wife, and now with my girlfriend, I had never been intimate with another man. But now here I was, naked as the day I was born, sitting in my dining room and holding my son Jim's nineteen-year old, diminutive penis, shoveling it into his slut girlfriend's asshole as she lay face-down on my lap. Every muscle in his body was taut. His ass constricted and drew his swollen nuts to his body. I rolled his marbles between my fingers, propelling him towards his orgasm. This was the first union between the three of us but I was confident that it would not be the last. It sounds hokey, but I assure you that all this started quite innocently. How had it all begun? I was a horny young man attending a small mid-western college. Sorry, I couldn't resist. Growing up masturbating to Penthouse Forum letters, I have always wanted to write that line myself. But I digress. I have been separated from my wife for two years. We were always passionate but as often happens, we grew apart after being together for twenty-some-odd years. We parted amicably and still see each other from time to time. Liz, my twenty- two year old daughter lives in Texas near her mother. Jim remained in Phoenix after the split and now lives with his seventeen-year old girlfriend Sheila. For the first time in my life I had a house all to myself.and was loving it. The current love of my life, Tammy, and I enjoy a fruitful, yet sexual, relationship. During the four days a week that she stays at my house, we seldom wear clothes and find ourselves coupling repeatedly in every room in the house. The spacious backyard gets its fair share of attention as well. It seemed that all this freedom would come to an end the day that my son's girlfriend lost her job and asked if they could move in with me, temporarily. What else can a parent do but agree. I never really understood Sheila and Jim's relationship. She obviously wore the pants in that family. Even at seventeen, she was the dominant one. She treated him very sternly and made all of the decisions. Jim followed her like a puppy. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Sheila is drop dead gorgeous. She has long flowing blonde hair that hangs almost to her ass. Her ass, I should add, is firm and tight as only a teenager's ass can be. Her tits are the size of large grapefruits. She markets them well, usually opting to wear too-tight tube tops or tank tops with wide gaping armholes. I have seen no evidence that she even owns a bra. Sheila's face is striking in a little girl-kind-of-a-way. She looks much younger than her years. When we first met, I playfully insisted on checking her driver's license to make sure that my son was not robbing somebody's cradle. That was the day before her seventeenth birthday. To this day, she has never failed to bring lewd thoughts to my head whenever we are together. Sheila has been the object of many of my masturbatory fantasies. As it turns out, I was about ten minutes into one of these sessions the first time that she fondled my swollen gland. It was early Saturday morning and the kids were still in bed. I decided to do some laundry. Having only half a load, I decided to grab the clothes from my son's hamper as well. I stood facing the washer and slowly sorted the dirty clothes. I found myself holding a pair of Sheila's skimpy black panties. Panties would be an overstatement. In fact this sexy undergarment consisted of a series of stings attached to a small triangle of diaphanous silk. I looked over my shoulder to make sure that I was alone then brought the garment to my face. I inhaled deeply. It had been over twenty years, but the aroma of young, fresh teen pussy was burned forever in my memory. I felt my unfettered prick stir. The head began tenting the cotton material of my thigh length robe. I nervously checked over my shoulder feeling a twinge of guilt. Here I was, a forty-year old panty sniffer getting aroused by my son's girlfriend's underwear. I licked at the silk knowing that it had recently been pressed tightly against Sheila's wet twot. I was lost in fantasy when I felt a presence behind me. I lowered the panty but did not release it. My prick began to deflate. "Like what you smell?" Sheila was very close behind me. "Uhhh." I stammered, thankful that she could not see my face. "Do you think that my underwear are sexy?" Her hands on my hips renewed the stirring in my loins. "What were you thinking about just before I caught you old man? Were you thinking about my pussy?" She did not give me a chance to answer, not that I could have anyway. "Now that you know how I smell, what do you imagine my pussy looks like?" Her hand crept slowly around my waist, her fingers parting the break in my robe. I felt the head of my dick pressed against the cold steel of the washing machine. I was very hard as the fingers of her right hand encircled my swollen member. "One of us is turned on by this whole thing" she whispered in my ear. I felt her tits pressed soundly against my back. Her nipples were sharp spikes drilling into me. It was obvious that Sheila had lots of practice holding a man's cock. "We shouldn't be doing this" I was finally able to make words. "Should I stop?" Her hand glided softly from head to nut gently squeezing at the end of each stroke. I could not have stopped her if I tried. I no longer had the will power. I felt her left hand in motion. Sheila parted my robe to my chest and began rubbing small circles around my nipples. They became pebble hard immediately. It dawned on me at this time that my son's slut girlfriend was going to make me cum. I knew Jim was just down the hall and could join us at any moment, I just didn't care. I was going to let this vixen take me over the edge, consequences be damned. " I asked you what you imagined my pussy looks like?" she repeated. I looked down between my legs and saw her small hand jacking me off. Pre-cum dribbled from my slit and was quickly wiped down my shaft by her pistoning hand. My nipples became harder as she gently squeezed them. I was close to cumming now and ignored her question. I moaned, ass clenched, closed my eyes and prepared for my release. "I asked you a question," she said sternly. Abruptly her hand ceased its motion. She pinched the root of my staff between thumb and forefinger, squeezing quite hard. Sheila's fingernails dug deeply into my sensitive nipple. My orgasm had stalled. Cock and nipple alike throbbed at the sudden attack. "Ow! Please." my voice weak and pathetic, desperately needing the release that was so close. My hips involuntarily thrust forward and back hoping to recapture the lost momentum. Her grip was unrelenting. "Answer the question old man. Talk dirty to me!" "I imagine that your pussy is tight and wet." I spat out desperate for her to resume her cock play. "Go on." "I see my self laying between your outstretched legs licking you from clit to asshole." The words came easily. I had thought these thoughts many times before. I felt her grip on my prick relax. She resumed her stroking. The flow of blood returned to my prick causing a tingle that added to the sensation. I again brought her panties to my face. "You smell so fresh, so horny.like a little girl, a horny cock sucking little girl. " My voice became ragged as Sheila picked up her pace. "I see your clit. It's large and erect, sticking out like a pencil eraser from between your lips. You are so wet. Drops of your juice are running easily down your parted thighs. I want to make love to you with my tongue." My imagination was racing, her hand now a blur on my dick. "Do I have hair on my pussy?" she whispered, her voice oozing lust. I have always been a sucker for a bald pussy. Imagining that Sheila had a hairless snatch combined with her fevered stroking of my cock was too much for me. I dropped the underwear and gripped the appliance in front of me. "Ooooohhh Sheila, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Please, please." Sheila's right hand never slowed. Her left dropped from my nipples forming a makeshift receptacle in front of my straining organ. "Ooooohhh" the first shot bypassed her cupped fingers and struck the washing machine with a loud splat. My nuts tightened. She caught the second discharge in its entirety. I was living every man's fantasy at that point. A horny seventeen-year old slut was polishing my bishop, forcing me to talk dirty to her, and was now collecting my discharge in her outstretched hand. My cock continued to pour scum. Two, three, four spurts.I was panting as she squeezed the last of my cum from my body. Her palm was filled with my whiteness. Spent, I struggled to catch my breath. Sheila abruptly raised her cum filled left hand to my face, covering my own mouth while simultaneously pinching my nose closed with two of her fingers. I struggled, turning my head sharply to get away, but Sheila gripped me tightly, pressing her body firmly against my back. She was forcing me to eat my own spew. Weak from my intense orgasm and unable to breathe, I opened my mouth gasping for air. Sheila's fingers immediately shoveled the cum onto my tongue then held my jaw closed. "Eat it baby. It's hot and wet and full of your lust for me." I swallowed my load. In the past I had sometimes licked small drops of my cum from my wrist after an unusually hard orgasm when masturbating. I had also kissed women immediately following a blowjob. But I had never in my entire life swallowed an entire load of sperm. I could not remember ever having cum this intensely before. The release certainly justified the minor degradation that I now felt, but I would never give Sheila the satisfaction of telling her this. I turned, wanting to confront this little girl, this slut, my son's girlfriend. Sheila was walking away. She turned her head and sucked her fingers one at a time as if she had just finished eating fried chicken. My cum was still wet on her fingers. Cocky bitch! "In case you're wondering" she said flippantly, "I don't have a hair one on my pussy. Never have, never will." And then she was gone. I licked my lips and smiled. Never again would she humiliate me in this way. Things would soon change for Miss High and Mighty! I wiped my dick on her panties. CHAPTER TWO - A SON'S DEGRADATION ********************************** Had I been in bed, I would have (in typical male fashion) rolled over and gone to sleep. I was spent. This was a Saturday to end all Saturdays. I had just experienced the whopper of all orgasms, and at the hand of my son's domineering, seventeen-year old, slut girl friend to boot. But I wasn't in bed, I was standing in the laundry room where Sheila had, moments ago, caught me - a forty year old man -- sniffing her wet panties like some horny adolescent kid. Without hesitation she had reached around my body and tossed me off quicker than a ten-dollar whore. The wanton slut had done so with Jim, her boyfriend, my son, in the next room. What had surprised me, and I still felt the humiliating sting of the act, was that Sheila had trapped my ejaculate in her outstretched hand and forced me to eat my own spew. She was obviously a girl who was use to being in charge. This too would change. With the laundry left unattended, I returned to my bedroom. I passed the "kids" room where the door stood half-open. Two steps passed the room her voice made me stop in my tracks. "Suck it bitch!" Sheila was making no attempt at being quiet. "Lick my pussy good or I'll slap the shit out of you again!" I stepped back to the doorway and listened to this girl-child bark orders at my nineteen-year old offspring. "Get me off bitch! Lick that clit! If you don't get me off, I'm gonna shit in your mouth." Kind words of love from this gorgeous, horny bitch. I gently pushed the door open an inch, then two, and leered inside. Jim was laying naked on his back on the bed. Sheila was perched with her (oh so fine) ass on my son's face, she was facing his feet. In this position she was not likely to see me. I couldn't even see Jim's eyes his face was so buried between her legs. "This little girl really knows how to take charge," I thought to myself, still tasting my own acrid discharge in my mouth. Sheila's rump bounced forcibly up and down, ramming her cunt repeatedly onto the face below her. Her tits, large grapefruits, bounced tightly on her chest in tandem with her torso. "Lick me!" she commanded, then abruptly leaned down and viciously slapped the swollen pecker that lewdly stared her in the face. The erect penis swung to and fro. It was red , probably from having been slapped before I entered the picture. I was taken by the small size of my son's organ. It couldn't have been longer than 4 inches at best. It reminded me of my own cock.when I was ten-years old. Now I'm no monster, but I proudly sport 8 inches plus. Jim obviously didn't inherit his penis length genes from my side of the family. "Mmmmphh." my son squealed from beneath her crack. My son had been dating Sheila for almost a year, or I should say that she began dating him. Sheila was obviously the dominant one in this wacko relationship. She had been sixteen-years old at the time. Sheila was drop dead gorgeous. She had long slender legs that attached to the finest teen ass known to man. Less than a half an hour ago she had revealed to me that she kept her pussy shaved, a personal favorite of mine. Letting my eyes travel up her sleek frame, I saw that her nipples were standing tall, sticking out from her body a good _ of an inch. Her tits, though not huge, were flawless and firm. You could bounce a quarter off them, something I vowed that I would try at the first opportunity. Now, tilting her head back in obvious pleasure from the sound licking she was receiving, her flowing blonde hair dipped lusciously into the crack of her ass. Undoubtedly Sheila would never display it to the wimp beneath her, but she was enjoying my son's tongue on her pussy. Some people rode horses with less vigor than this woman pummeled Jim's face with. I looked forward to the first time that I would lower my head between her creamy thighs. "AARRGHHH." Sheila screamed into the air. As she came, she reached down and began swatting Jim's puny organ back and forth. Leaning forward, her ass now several inches above Jim's face, I could see several strands of wet mucous stretching from his lips to her nether region. He spoke. "Please let me cum, please." "Bitch, you are suppose to address me as Ma'am!" Her hand delivered its most vicious blow yet. "Please MA'AM let me cum. I can't hold back any longer." His voice now pleading for release. Sheila's right hand began tugging deeply at her own sex. Her left went to my son's small marble sac, her fingers squeezing tightly. Ow, I thought to myself. Jim's pecker was red and swollen. It throbbed against her wrist. Sheila began moaning as she brought herself off for the second time. "Cum bitch, squirt now!" she finally relented. Within seconds he came. His moans filled the air. He sounded like a dying elk. I don't know whether he was wailing from the intensity of his cum, or from the twisted abuse that Sheila inflicted on his balls. The first blast went almost straight up, arced and fell with a splat on the vise that was Sheila's hand. His subsequent volleys struck Sheila's chest as she bent over him. For such small nuts, Jim had produced quite a bit of sperm. Sheila's hand and tits glistened white. She raised her leg and dismounted her man-steed. With a quick toss of her head she flung back her blonde mane, raised her eyes, and looked directly at me. There was a momentary flash of surprise on her face. Until this moment she had not been aware of my presence. She smiled. Still looking directly into my eyes she spoke to her partner, "You've made quite a mess Jimmy, time to clean mommy up." Without a moment's hesitation Jim raised to his knees, his back to me, and began licking his spunk from her tits. Goosebumps formed around her nipples. She winked at me and raised her hand to his lips. "Don't forget this," she said with contempt. A huge blob of cum clung to her extended wrist. Jim stuck his tongue into the goo and sucked it into his mouth as one might suck in a stray strand of spaghetti. He made a loud slurping sound as his discharge re-entered his body. "That will be all" Sheila said as much to Jim as to me. Having been dismissed, I retreated from the doorway and went into the diningroom and sat at the table. I was fully erect and gave myself a few furtive strokes as I thought about the lewd scene that I had just been a witness to. I didn't fully understand why my son was letting himself be treated this way but I was obviously turned on by the act of his degradation. I fingered my swollen prick and thought about giving myself a quick wank to relieve the tension that had built inside of me. "No," I thought, "I'm going to let that smug bitch do it for me." CHAPTER THREE - WHO'S REALLY IN CHARGE HERE ******************************************* It was definitely turning into a weekend to remember. In the last hour alone I had been shamelessly masturbated by my wimp son's domineering girlfriend. This must have turned her on more than she openly showed, because moments after leaving me, Sheila returned to her bedroom and pummeled Jim's face with her pussy. I know this because I heard her verbal abuse from the hallway and found myself watching through the open door. No doubt Sheila had left the door ajar so as to attract my interest. Her plan worked. After being discovered, Sheila had smiled at me and continued with the humiliation of my son. After having cum on her chest, she dutifully made him lick his ejaculate from her body. He performed this task with enthusiasm and zest. It was becoming obvious from her demeanor that Sheila had intentions of making me her slave as well. Immediately after jacking me off in the laundry room, she had forced my own discharge into my gasping mouth. Unlike Jim, I resented this act and vowed to make her pay at my earliest convenience . There was no way that I was going to succumb to this slut's wishes. She had turned my small-dicked son into a cum eating little girly man, but I'd be damned if she would sway me to the dark side. The force is strong in me. I would win this battle. I sat at the dining room table wearing nothing but my brief robe. In my lap, my hand gently stroked my bloated dick. I was not going to make myself cum. That was going to be Sheila's job, my son be damned. Jim entered the room. He had on only a pair of boxer shorts speckled with little printed hearts. Didn't he look sweet. Dried cum, his and hers, was caked around his mouth, chin and cheeks. Sheila must not have allowed him to wash, further proof of his total submission. He licked at his lips unaware that I had been witness to the abuse that he had just been (willingly) submitted to. "Morning Dad." He walked past me into the kitchen. Pulling Sheila's mug from the cupboard, he filled it with coffee. "Where's your 'mommy'?" I asked using Sheila's own word to describe herself. The lean nineteen-year-old blushed at the reference. He had no way of knowing that I had witnessed his submission, but the humiliation that he had received at Sheila's hands must have still been fresh in his mind. "His mommy's right here," Sheila chortled as she brazenly strut into the room. Damn she looked fine. She had obviously attended to her own hygiene despite having withheld this privilege from her boy-toy. Her freshly combed blonde hair hung loosely over her chest. Her tits were very much on display in a sleeveless, almost see through blouse that was buttoned to just below her nipples. The garment hung loose on her near perfect torso. Sheila wore the same silk running shorts that she probably wore when she was ten. They were pressed tight against her lower body. No effort was made to conceal her cunt lips. The material was pressed deep into her slit displaying a highly desirable camel toe. The leg openings were cut high enough that, had she had any, her pubic hair would have been sticking out both sides. The strong smell of musk perfume swam about her. She looked like a whore. She looked damn fine. "Here's your coffee mommy" Jim said handing her the mug. "That's a good boy," Sheila responded, patting him gently on the head. "And how's my other boy doing?" She turned to me eager to resume my submission. I had other plans. Without hesitation, I quickly reached forward into her gaping blouse, firmly grabbed a nipple in each hand, and pulled her sharply to me. Off balance and more than a little surprised, the seventeen-year old slut dropped the coffee and fell across my lap. My son's jaw dropped, totally aghast at the brazenness of my assault. In his wildest dream he could not have even imagined himself doing the same thing. My left arm fell across the young woman's back, holding her tightly in this most submissive of positions. "What the f." she began to cry but was cut short as my open right hand fell like a ton of bricks across her ass. "Owwww!" The thin silk shorts did nothing to soften the blow. My hand raised and fell again. Ten times I smacked her ass. Tears streamed down her face. Jim, frozen with fear until now, stepped forward as if to intervene. A sharp open-handed blow to his chest sent him sprawling backward. He sat on the floor looking dumbfounded as I returned the hand to Sheila's stinging ass. Gently I massaged her cheeks allowing my fingers to dip into her well- defined crack. She was wet, very wet. I felt her nipples harden against my bare thigh. She moaned. "Who's in charge now mommy?" I said, taunting Sheila as my hand dug deeper into her groin. "LET ME UP THIS MINUTE!" She began struggling against the arm that held her in place. Again my hand raised and attacked her bottom. Tears returned to her eyes. She squirmed helpless on my lap. Jim started to rise from the floor. Sheila screamed at him, "Sit your faggot ass back down, NOW!" She was desperate to regain the control that she was so use to wielding. " I have a better idea Jim. Get your wimp ass up and come stand at this wench's feet." Jim looked desperately back and forth between Sheila and I. He was clearly torn about whose command to obey. A swift crack to Sheila's ass ceased the kicking of her legs and demonstrated to Jim who was in control of the situation. Jim moved meekly behind the prone body. I spread Sheila's legs slightly exposing a dark wet spot on her tight running shorts. Jim turned away not wanting to see her obvious uncontrollable excitement. "I suggest that you look at it or you'll not forget the time you will spend over my knee when I am done with your hot whore girlfriend." His eyes reluctantly returned to the moist junction between her legs. My fingers moved deftly over her slit, pushing the soft, thin material deeper into her pussy. Sheila moaned, "Please." She was obviously loosing her resolve. "Pull her pants down boy." I said to my son. "No, please." Sheila panted as she squirmed in my lap. Her motion only drove my turgid member deeper into her belly. "Ohhhh." She was unable to control her newfound feelings of submission. Jim grasped the too-tight material and began to work the shorts down her legs. He dropped them to the floor at my feet. Keeping a firm hold across her back, I pushed Sheila's right leg off of my knee, exposing her gaping crotch. Her asshole winked open and closed as clear puss oozed from her cunt and ran down her thighs, puddling on my leg. "She's a hot little slut don't you agree?" My son could not take his eyes off of the sight before him. His now hard, boy- pecker pushed at his heart-covered boxer shorts. He unconsciously licked at the caked cum that covered his face. He was not use to seeing his slut-mate spread so openly against her will. The act was made even more appalling because it was his own father who was forcing the display. Sheila involuntarily humped her torso up and down. Both children moaned at the same time. Dragging my fingers through the leaking goo, I abruptly inserted a finger into the helpless girl's puckered flower. Her anus resisted but was no match for the well-lubricated intruder. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she squealed, I added a second finger to the mix. Both digits were now sawing back and forth into her rectum. Jim, eyes riveted to the deflowering unfolding before him, began rubbing at the material covering his penis. "Take it out" I ordered. Without hesitation his underwear dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side with Sheila's discarded shorts. "Your boy-toy's pecker is quite hard," I said to Sheila who was unable to witness Jim's erection but undoubtedly felt mine stabbing her from below. I removed my fingers and dragged more of her wetness to her hole. Holding her cheeks apart I told my son to stick his pecker in. His eyes widened, unable to imagine himself violating his mistress' shit hole. "Noooooooo, please, don't let him fuck my asshole. I'll do anything, but please don't let that wimp fuck me." She tried desperately to get away but I held her tight and gave her three more blows to the inside of her already red thighs. "I've got news for you slut, you'll do anything AND you'll take him up your ass." I grabbed my son's cock by the head and pulled him toward his girlfriend's ass. With my help, his small prick had no problem entering her nether hole. Sheila struggled, although with less vigor than she had displayed up until now. I reached under her leg and began flicking my fingers across the nub of her clit. This once domineering slut quickly began pumping back against my son's thrusting cock. Jim began playing with his own hard nipples, alternating from one to the other while his free hand rested on Sheila's hip. It was probably the most control that he had ever had over any girl. Sheila's belly relentlessly rubbed my engorged dick on every downstroke of my son's dick. My need was growing. I knew that I would soon need to complete my dominance over this slut by using her as a receptacle for my pent up discharge. My hand moved from her clit to Jim's nut sac. I rolled his marble- sized rocks between my fingers and squeezed ever so tenderly. Jim suddenly wailed in a girlish fashion, turned his head toward the ceiling and began pumping his load into Sheila's clenching asshole. I knew that once these two kids were alone again, Jim would pay dearly for this indiscretion. Maybe, just maybe, I would be inclined to watch Sheila's revenge. Jim finished and stepped back, aghast at the sight of his sperm dripping from the anus of the woman he idolized. At this point he realized just how much trouble he was in. Sheila lay panting across my lap. The combination of Jim's dick and my finger action had made her climax at least twice that I had counted. I looked down. The mere sight of Sheila's battered groin made me ooze pre-cum onto the belly above me. It was my turn. Scooping three finger's worth of my son's scum from her distended hole, I tossed Sheila to the floor at my feet. Roughly pulling her head to me, I jammed the fingers into her mouth. "Remember this?" I gloated, reminding her that she had humiliated me in such a fashion a little over an hour ago. "Not so high and mighty now are you?" Grabbing a handful of her beautiful blonde locks, I pulled her face to my groin. "You will now mouth-love me woman!" I instructed boldly. Her lips touched my ready cock. She licked at the head, scooping the viscous pre-cum into her gaping mouth. She looked at me. There was true lust in her eyes. Her proffered tongue ran down the shaft and swabbed my tight, drawn nut sac. This would not take long I thought. She pressed her lips to the underside of my gland and made the return trip to the head. My dick was throbbing. My release was the only thing that mattered. Taking my head into her cavernous mouth at last, she slowly speared herself on my rod. Inch by lovely inch sunk deeper into her mouth. Jim's dick was responding to the spectacle in front of him. Instinctively I knew that it would be a long time before he saw any further release. Sheila would show him no mercy after the degradation that she had just experienced from him. My close-cropped pubic hair moustached on Sheila's lips. My log was firmly entrenched in her sucking throat. I was close. "Now" was all I said as I gently stroked her bloated cheek. Sheila's seventeen-year old mouth began feverishly consuming my rod. My dick pistoned her open cavity. In, out, in, out. I began to swell. My eyes shut tight, I began pumping jism into her mouth. I allowed a moan to escape from my lips acknowledging to all that this bitch was a first class cocksucker. "Don't even think about swallowing my cum. I want to see your mouthful when I am done." Sheila looked me straight in the eyes. This was her final act of submission. She understood that not following my command meant further humiliation, even painful, indiscretions. Her lips milked the last of the spunk from my tool. She removed her mouth, opening it wide so that I might inspect its contents. My newfound girl-slave was indeed very beautiful. Here she knelt between my outstretched legs. Looking down over her shoulder, I saw her ass glisten fire red. A small puddle of Jim's discharge dripped slowly from her groin to the floor beneath her legs, testimony to her degradation that she had received at my hands. Her back was ramrod straight, thrusting her chest proudly toward me, her nipples strong and erect. Sheila's face was that of an angel. At this moment, she was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman that I had ever come across (pun intended). Her mouth was full. A pool of my whiteness rose from her clenched shut throat to the back of her teeth. She awaited my instructions. "The boy looks hungry," I told her, "feed him." Her face lit up like a youngster on Christmas morning. I was allowing her to recapture some of the dignity that was taken from her when I let her wimp boy-toy fuck her in the ass. She was grateful. The softness faded from her eyes as she turned toward Jim. He helplessly opened his mouth waiting to receive his father's secondhand offering. Sheila was in control again, at least for as long as I wished her to be. -THE BEGINNING- Mangemerde can be contacted at deac@extremezone.com - Your comments and criticism are encouraged. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to HAVE unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 12