("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Caught in the Act, Almost by Matt Man (mattmacman7@gmail.com) *** I couldn't figure out how a nerdy half-a-fag guy like me ended up with a hottie like Zoe. It was off-again and on-again at first, but I stuck with it and learned to be the kind of lover she craved. I just wasn't enough for her. She got around a bit and I put up with it. She had me invite my friend Paul into bed with us for a three-some and promised we'd have her friend Monica join us, but we never did. When she finally let me into the forbidden sanctuary of her bedroom, I could never have been prepared for what would happen. (MF/mf-teens, underage, bi, inc, reluc, rom) *** I recall a night that was at once my worst nightmare and a dream come true. My girlfriend, Zoe, had convinced me to pay her a Saturday night visit at her house. She was on restriction and couldn't come out. Her folks were out for the evening and she was sure that as long as I was out by midnight, one AM at the latest, we would be fine. I wasn't aware at the time that it had been her routine with Monica's boyfriend, Greg. If Zoe's best friend, Monica, and her boyfriend, Greg, didn't have a date, Zoe would make some excuse not to see me and she would have Greg over. And if she and I didn't have a date, Greg would make an excuse to end his date with Monica early and pay my girlfriend a visit. I sometimes wonder why I loved that little slut so much. Then I think back and it's obvious. I was nervous as hell. Zoe's folks seemed to like me and I didn't want to fuck that up. I loved her folks too. I mean I really loved them, especially her mom, Holly. Holly was the hottest "mom" I knew. If ever there was a MILF, Holly was it. She was twice my age and was the most lovely woman I knew. I had more fantasies about her than I care to mention. Zoe's dad was an attractive man too. Nobody else's parents looked as good as Zoe's. They always made me feel comfortable. The only reason, before that night, that they ever intimated me, was how kind and attractive they were. They were as much friends to Zoe as they were parents. There we were, making out on the couch in Zoe's family room, the same place that, unbeknownst to me, she made out with Greg. The excitement of the fear added to the thrill of being alone in Zoe's house with her. We made out on that couch and I got nervous and worried that her parents might come home early and catch us. It would be years before I ever heard the story about the time that happened with Greg. She took me to her bedroom for the first time. Zoe had made quite a good lover out of me. I had disappointed her at first. She had dumped me early on, but took me back and taught me how to please a woman. That night I was on my game. The sex was amazing. Zoe, as usual was unbelievable. We made love for an hour, in every way we could imagine. We lay together and talked, sharing our sexual dreams and fantasies. I loved the way she told me about her dreams as if they had actually occurred. I was sure that some of them had and I was right. She just changed the names and places and made it seem like something that had only happened in her mind. That night she described what she said was a dream she'd had. She'd dreamed that she was in bed with her girlfriend, Monica, who I'd had many a fantasy about. I'd had the hots for Monica before Zoe had ever paid me any attention. In her dream Monica had kissed her, against her will. Zoe gave in and soon she was making out with Monica. They began to touch one another. Zoe described in great detail how Monica's lips and tongue felt and tasted. I don't know if Zoe had any idea more badly I had longed to kiss Monica, even after I had started dating her. Once Zoe had described that first kiss she placed her lips against mine more tenderly than she ever had. I was sure that was just how it must have felt to kiss Monica. She whispered so very softly how Monica had kissed her earlobe and her neck. Zoe's lips trailed down my neck to my shoulder, then to my left nipple. She told me that Monica had licked and kissed her aureola and sucked her nipples. Zoe sucked my nipples and kissed down across my stomach. "And just as I thought she was going to eat my..." Zoe said and then paused. She slid up my chest and whispered into my ear, "my pussy..." The words, "my pussy," had never sounded so sensuous. "You walked in." "Me?" I asked. "Yes," she said, "You walked in and Monica reached out to you. You were naked and beautiful. You climbed in with us and she kissed you. It made me jealous but I let her. I had no choice. She had me in her power." The idea of kissing Monica was exciting enough, but it was even more thrilling to think of Monica kissing me with Zoe right there with us, in Monica's power. Zoe went on to describe how Monica and I raped her and then she gave in to us because she realized that I was under Monica's spell also. The girls went on to share me in every way that I could ever imagined. It was wilder and more exciting than my own fantasies had been. Little did I know that she was describing a threesome she'd had with Monica and Greg and the roles they'd played. It wouldn't have mattered. I had never been more turned on. She had described that sort of dream before. They all turned out to be threesomes she'd had with them. She teased me with it over and over. She'd had gotten me to invite my friend Paul to join us in bed and she seemed to love it. She promised that she'd pay me back by bringing Monica into bed with us, but she never did. The little "dream" had the effect that Zoe had hoped for. I was so excited and hard. She whispered, "Rape me! "Take me! Have your way with me!" I climbed on top of her and nestled myself between her warm thighs. She pretended to resist, pushing my shoulders weakly and wiggled around as if she was trying to get out from under me. I imagined that Monica was watching us and I wanted to impress her with my manliness. "Hold still, little girl," I barked at Zoe. "You know you want this as much as I do." "No I don't, you son of a bitch! She whimpered. "My Daddy will kill you if he catches you here like this!" I knew she was right about that, but I also knew we were playing roles. I pushed my hard cock against her soft pussy, still full of cum and wet with her juices of brand new excitement. I drove my cock deep into her, she squealed and at that moment we heard the car pull up. Her folks were home. When I tried to pull out she grabbed me and said, "Oh no you don't! You have to finish what you started. Now fuck me!" I was scared shitless. The adrenaline combines with the testosterone and I was soaring. I had never felt like such a man. Zoe had a way of doing that to me. She was the one that had turned a nerdy, little, half- a-fag into the boyfriend of the coolest. Little slut in school, and back again. I started banging as her hard as I ever had and kept it up until her parents were in the hall. That's when she clutched me close and smothered my mouth with hers. "Sh-h-h," she whispered, "Real slow and quiet now." There was no doubt who was really in charge of Zoe's little rape scene. We help as still as we could until we heard her parents stumble into their room. We heard them fall on their bed and Zoe began to gyrate beneath me, slow and steady and whispered, once more, "S-h-h. slow and quiet." We fucked in Zoe's bed to the sound of her parents fucking in their own bed. Only Zoe had parents that would sound sexy making love in the next room. I imagined at one point that I was Zoe's dad, Ted, ravishing his gorgeous wife, Holly. I'd had fantasies involving both of them before. But never had I been in the act of fucking their daughter, in slow motion, within earshot of the two of them fucking, in real life. Only the fact that Zoe and I had fucked just an hour before kept me from exploding into my girlfriend in a minute's time. When I was ready to cum, she whispered, "Not until I say when." It was a thing she had taught me. I was not to get off until she said so. There were times that she didn't let me cum at all. She said it was pay-back for all the times that I got off and she didn't. I knew I deserved that sort of treatment. She also taught me to "embrace the ache." I had grown to love the longing I harbored for her. I was probably the only boy in the world that enjoyed "Blue Balls." I struggled to hold back my second orgasm as we kept up our excruciatingly slow, sexual ballet. Finally Zoe whispered, "Now! Cum for me. Cum with me!" As I emptied my aching balls into her she shuddered and shook with tremors of orgasmic ecstasy. The moments of torture were well worth the reward of mutual orgasm. She prized those even more than I did. She deserved them for enduring all the disappointment I provide her as she trained me. We came hard together and shared, sloppy, breathless kisses and whispered affirmations of our undying love. The house was quiet, telling us that Ted and Holly had finished as well. We lay there listening to the silence. "Just a few more minutes," she whispered, "And you can sneak out of here," We clung to one another and fell asleep in each other's arms. I was awaked by the sound of Zoe's frightened voice, sobbing, "Oh, Daddy! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!" I opened my eyes to see Zoe's father, Mr. Johnson, standing beside her bed, dressed in just his boxers, his arms crossed. He had always seemed like a kind, lovely man to me. At that moment he seemed ten foot tall and very frightening. It was only natural for a teenaged boy to be frightened, having been caught in his girlfriend's bed by her father. Zoe's sobs and pleas only added to my fear. Zoe slid out from under the sheet and fell at her father's feet, kissing them and begging, "Please don't hurt him Daddy. It was all my fault. Whip me if you have to, but don't hurt Matt. I love him Daddy." She climbed up her father's legs and wrapped her arms around his waist, crying, "I'll make it up to you Daddy. I swear I will. I'll do anything, Daddy – anything." I could tell from the bulge in his boxers that he was aroused. Zoe wiped her face, her tears and her nose on the fabric of his shorts and sobbed, "Please Daddy? Forgive me? Let me make it up to you?" His bulge was growing. She touched her cheek to his hardness and gently moved along the length of it. It continued to grow as she rubbed her face on it. Her father brushed the hair back from his daughter's face and wiped a tear from her cheek. He ran his fingers through her tangled hair and then suddenly snatched her back with a handful of it. She looked up at him and sniffed. He hooked the thumb of his free hand in the waistband of his boxers and Zoe took hold of the other side. Together they pulled his boxers down until his cock was set free. Zoe pulled them all the way down. He stepped out of them and she kissed his feet again. He stood there in that dim light, stark naked and hard with his beautiful daughter, my girlfriend, equally as naked, at his feet. I had never seen a more awe inspiring, and awesome sight in my life. I knew Zoe loved her father dearly, but at that moment she was worshiping him. She was begging his forgiveness and offering to make any sacrifice to save our lives. He was a truly majestic – still ten foot tall and the most powerful figure I'd ever laid my eyes on. I had imagined and fantasized about him, but it hadn't prepared me for what I beheld that night. His body was firm and tanned. His member was magnificent. He was a real man. I had never seen a grown man's cock. Other than the guys in the locker room at school I had never seen one hard except for Paul's. It seemed huge. I realized that I was just as hard. But my dick seemed so puny just then. Zoe was still crying softly as she climbed back up his bare legs, rubbing her cheeks on his skin and whispering, "Oh Daddy. Daddy I love you." I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. I knew I shouldn't be there. I wanted to disappear, but all I could do was hold my breath. When Zoe's lips touched her father's balls I saw his cock throb and felt mine twitch. I fought back a gasp when she kissed the base of his dick. When she slid her lips along the shaft and kissed the crown of that thing I thought I'd die. I had never been more aroused, more jealous or angrier in my life. I wanted Zoe and I wanted to be Zoe at the same time. I had fantasized about Mr. Johnson and his gorgeous wife a number of times. I would have given anything for them to take me into their marital bed and allow me to try and please them. I had tried not to imagine me with Zoe and her father, but sometimes it happened in my dreams, dreams I never mentioned to anyone. It was my most forbidden fantasy. I didn't want to share with anyone but Paul or maybe Monica. Paul didn't seem to be a threat and Monica, well... I didn't want to think of her and her father that way. Yet there I was, seeing it happen in real life and it upset me. I got angrier and more jealous as her little tongue slid along the shaft of her father's amazing cock. My head nearly burst when she swirled that tiny tongue around the crown of his organ as she had done mine so many times. And when she took it into her mouth, I thought, "How could he do this to her? How could he make his little girls suck his cock this way?" When Zoe looked up at her daddy, I realized that he wasn't making her do anything she didn't want to do. She had offered to do "anything" to have him forgive her. She knew what that would be. All my deepest, darkest suspicions were realized. This was not the first time they'd done that. My head and heart were a jumble of emotions – fear, jealousy, confusion, but mostly lust. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. My cock was throbbing and my balls were aching again already. I could hear Zoe slurping and grunting. I could hear her father moaning. I wanted her and I wanted him. Mostly I just wanted to vanish. Just as he drew a deep breath and I was sure he was about to cum, I think I gasped and he looked my way. My heart sank and the room grew cold. He pulled Zoe off his cock by the hair of her head and she whimpered. She looked up at her daddy and saw that he was looking at me with a look in his eyes that could only be described as loathing. "Daddy?" she whined. "No Daddy, please." She looked back over her shoulder at me and chewed her lower lip. "Matty, I'm so sorry," she whispered. She turned just enough to reach back to me. Without thinking I reached out and took her little hand. Her father reached down and firmly gripped my arm. Together they pulled me toward them. I swung my feet down to the floor, not knowing if I would stand my ground and take it like a man or run like hell. Before I could even stand Zoe was pulling down on my hand and her father had his hand on my shoulder, pushing downward. I found myself naked, like Zoe, kneeling before that imposing figure of a man. I would worship him as well if it would save my life. Zoe's father cradled the back of my head with his strong but gentle hand and I felt her dainty hand glide tenderly along my shoulder and come to rest at the back of my neck. Her other hand still gripped her daddy's massive member. She slowly brought the tip down until it was perpendicular to his muscular body, less than a foot from my face. Mr. J. Slowly pulled me toward him, with his daughter's assistance. I offered very little resistance. They stopped with my trembling lips just inches from the tip of that thing. My blood was boiling from all the emotions churning within me – all the fear, anger, longing and desire. The longing and desire beginning to outweigh the rest. I could smell his wife's sex on him. His cock still glistened with his daughter's saliva, but she hadn't licked away all her mother's exciting aroma away. The tip of her daddy's dick was wet when Zoe touched it to my lips for the first time. She swiped it from left to right and back again, just barely grazing the soft, wet crown along my lips. I parted my lips ever so slightly and extended my tongue. Touching the tip I learned that it was not only wet with Zoe's spittle, but a silvery drop of precum oozing out. I let it coat the tip of my tongue. I tantalized the underside of the velvet crown , touching a very tender spot I loved to have licked by Zoe or Paul. Paul knew how it felt when he licked me there and I was sure that Mr. J. would appreciate it. He let me know he did, with a little shiver. I lovingly kissed the head of his cock, sucking in that tiny drop of precum and her moaned. I ran my tongue along the underside all the way to the base, finally getting a taste of Her. Along with the precum of Zoe's father and the saliva of my sweet little girlfriend I got a taste of the pussy of her gorgeous mother. I licked hungrily all around the base of her father's cock – everywhere that Zoe's hadn't reached, gathering all of Holly's nectar that I could gather. Mr. J's moans let me know he was enjoying it. I lost track of everything but Mr. J's cock for a moment in my quest for the flavor of Zoe's mother's arousal. It was like nothing I had ever known. I had tasted Zoe a number of times and her girlfriend Monica twice, but this was different. It was beyond being the taste of a real woman. Holly – Mrs. J was so much more. She was a goddess. Mrs. J's husband, the almighty Ted, was moaning louder as I licked and kissed his enormous cock. I had fallen into a state of worship as Zoe had been. When my mouth got back to the top I took head of His cock into my mouth and sucked. He and Zoe pulled my head down on his member. I took in nearly all of it. It was almost twice the size of Paul's and probably bigger than Greg's. From what I had seen in the locker room, Greg's cock was huge, but I'd never seen it hard. I gagged a little when Mr. J's cock hit the back of my throat and he pulled my head back slightly, only to thrust it in again. I opened my throat, as Paul had taught me, and took it all in. My nose brushed His pubes and I smelled his wife. My own cock was hard again and throbbing. I was hoping that Zoe would take it into her grip or even better into her mouth, but the main thing that mattered just then was her daddy. Zoe kissed my cheek and whispered, "That's it Baby. Suck my Daddy's cock. Make him happy, Baby. Make him cum. You know what to do. You're the best." I took that last comment as high praise. I knew that she meant that I was "the best" lover, not just a good cock sucker. I wanted to make Him happy. I wanted to make Him cum. I was dying to taste a real man's cum. I wanted to ingest the seed that created the girl I loved. I had tasted Paul, but he was just a boy. And I had tasted my own cum, but I knew Mr. J's sex would taste as different from Paul and me as Mrs. J did from her daughter and Monica. Mr. J gripped the left side of my head and his daughter followed his lead and gripped the right side of my head. Together they held my head steady as He fucked my face. I opened my mouth and throat and welcomed onslaught, struggling not to gag and fighting back my tears. Zoe kissed my neck and whispered into my ear again, "Yes, Baby! Yes! Such a good boy. Suck Daddy's cock. Make Daddy cum!" I heard his breathing getting deeper and his grunts getting stronger. I felt my heart pounding through my chest. I dying to make "Daddy" cum – dying to taste his seed. Just as I was sure he was going to unload down my throat, he pulled my off his cock and pushed me back to the bed. He pulled his daughter to him, but not in time. His seed spewed on her face, just above her mouth before she got her lips on his member and caught the bulk of it. She slurped and sucked at her Daddy's cock, stroking and drawing out every last drop. My heart sank that I wasn't part of it at that point and the facts of what was transpiring reemerged. My girlfriend was sucking her father's cock, and loving it. I still wanted more of Him and more of her. When Zoe had drained her father's cock of the last of its seed, He pushed her back beside me, with our backs against her bed. She kissed me and drove her tongue into my mouth. She gave me what I had wanted. She hadn't swallowed all of her daddy's cum. Her tongue was covered in it as well as her lips and her face all around her mouth. I licked her face, kissed her lips and sucked her tongue until Mr. J snatched me to my feet. "Now get your clothes and get the fuck out of here," he told me, "Before my mood changes and decide to break your neck." "Yes sir," I stammered. "Don't you ever let me catch in here again. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir!" "And be quiet about it, you hear?" he whispered. "Don't wake my wife." "Yes Sir," I repeated. He let go of me and I gathered my things. I slipped on my pants and left with Mr. J standing naked little girl cowering at His feet. I found my way outside and ran all the home, barefoot and naked from the waist up. When I got home and safely in my own bed it seemed like it couldn't have really happened, but I could still taste them all on my tongue. I tasted my girl, Zoe, the slightest hint of her goddess of a mother, but mostly her Daddy's seed. It was different from Paul and me. It was stronger. It was man-cum, and not just any man. It was Zoe's Daddy. I was naked in my bed. My cock was hard and my balls ached. I started to stroke myself, wondering what had happened in Zoe's room after I left. Had she cried on His shoulder, had He whipped her, or did He climb into her bed and fuck His little girl? I pictured Him in her bed and all my jealousy and rage returned. I was sure who I was more jealous of – He that got to sleep with that beautiful girl anytime or she who was the recipient, as well as the product of his seed? I had thought that my homo-erotic tendencies were strange and confusing until that night. They paled in comparison to the homo-incestuous feelings that had flared up in me. I couldn't believe how aroused I was at the thought of Mr. J in his daughter's bed. I hated him for it but I wanted to go back and join them. I started to cum. It wasn't large in volume but powerful in intensity. I wasn't sure who I wanted to share it with. I wanted Zoe. I wanted Him and I longed for her mother. Oh to belong to that family. I had never loved Zoe more. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 75