Unexpected Pleasures

Grubb is an unfortunate name, especially for a modern family. A large one too, as I discovered, and one more than eager for any type of sex. I was happy to provide that to Mr and Mrs Grubb and their kids as well as - it turned out - some of their relatives and friends. But that's how it goes because people love sex so no point in resisting the inevitable.

My name is not Grubb; that is their name. I am Jack, and that's all you need to know about me, though I am in my late twenties and physically well endowed where it matters. I also have an unquenchable appetite for sex of any kind, so you will soon see that me and the Grubbs went together very well. It's hard to say what attracted me to them, and more importantly them to me (though it probably helps that I have appeared in TV commercials and in small parts on television shows), but the attraction happened. I don't spend a lot of time questioning the where's and the why's of sexual attraction. Time is too short to be pissing around imagining reasons; you just do what you have to. In my case, that is sex.

I first met Tom and Karen Grubb at a dinner party one evening. He was in his late thirties I estimated, and she a shade younger. Normally at such events people I find people are selfish and dull which means I steer clear of anything but general and vague talk; I have no great desire to share details of their lives. In any event I find the guests at these things are full of self-glory and imagined achievements. Not the kind of things I need to discuss with anyone. But the Grubbs were different; they had something about them. The man was about my height but thin and nervous-looking, she was a little smaller but still with a great figure and a pair of tits I couldn't take my eyes off. Karen Grubb knew it too and seemed to push them in my direction a lot.

"I see you are looking at Karen's tits," said Tom to me, his voice hushed but excited as he slid up to me. "Perhaps you'd like to feel them up."

"Really? You'd be okay with me handling your wife's boobs?" My cock swelled at the idea and I think both of the Grubbs glanced at the bulge in my pants approvingly.

"Please. Be my guest," he gestured at his wife standing in front of us. She had heard the exchange and was smiling, pushing her chest even more towards me.

"I'd be honoured," she smiled invitingly, "if you'd play with them." The woman had a full face but a cute nose and I could imaging cumming on it.

I knew right then I was in the presence of a pair of perverts, especially when I said I would be hurting them as part of playing with them. The man and the woman smiled more and exchanged a knowing look. "Good," they both said. My cock went harder and I liked the idea of hurting this woman's tits as I toyed with them. There was plenty of them to hurt too, and as her nipples were hard under her thin black dress I could tell they were large and ready for punishment.

I led the way, taking them out of the main part of the house and into the gardens. It was warm enough for the time of year but everyone else had stayed inside. Staying near the drink, I guessed. Anyway, we three were alone outside in the moonlight.

"I will require you, Tom, to hold your wife's arms behind her as I do whatever I want to her," I said. I had decided to take control of them both. "You may thread one arm through hers to keep them out of the way and put your other hand over her mouth. I don't want her crying out or even asking me to stop." They both nodded at this, and I led them to a quiet spot further down the host's garden. Tom took his place behind his wife and threaded one arm through his wife's, holding them behind her and as I had ordered, clamped his hand over her mouth. I told them he must not move whatever I did to his wife. Nor should he say a word that might interrupt me.

"May I look over her shoulder, sir, at what you are doing to her?" the man asked.

"Yes, but if you get erect you must resist the temptation to rub yourself against her fat arse. I am not doing this so you can get pleasure."

The man nodded, looking a little disappointed. "I will try not to, sir," he said.

I admit I liked being called sir by him, and smiled as he did what I had told him to his wife. "Make sure she cannot escape," I said, "and not a sound must pass her lips. If it does I will punish you too," I said the man. I had more or less decided to punish him anyway, but he didn't need to know that yet. With his wife's arms pulled behind her and held by her husband with one arm and his free hand over his wife's mouth, I set about playing with the woman's impressive tits. Her dress came down easily at the front (she was all but spilling out of it anyway) and she had a skimpy black lace demi-bra designed to accentuate her cleavage. It did a good job, but I ripped it down anyway and her full tits popped free.

"Last chance to save your whore," I said to the man holding his wife as I ran my hands lightly over those twin globes. "If you say stop I will walk away and that's it. No more fun from me, got it?"

The man nodded, a gleam in his eyes as he peered down over the woman's shoulder at his wife's naked tits and prominent nipples. He had no doubt seen them many, many times but this may have been a delight for him to see a younger man taking advantage of their availability. I hoped so, as I had no intention of going easy on them. "Carry on, please," Tom Grubb said.

I carried on. I tweaked those nipples (and I swear they grew even longer and harder) and twisted them, and I squeezed and kneaded her tits. I did it hard too, and they were natural. If they had been pumped full of silicon I wouldn't have bothered. I prefer them natural, and I like them hurt. So did she, because the way the bitch was moaning into her husband's hand gag suggested she was close to having an orgasm. I pulled her nipples hard, slapped her tits so they wobbled, punched them lightly and then harder and then asked her if she was ready to cum. Karen made a small sound that suggested she was trying to say yes.

I laughed, and said she had to cum quick because her husband was going to pinch her nose closed while I abused her mammaries. Karen's eyes widened and she gave a small moan. I have no idea if it was fear or delight, but I told Tom to do it all the same. As instructed her used his thumb and forefinger to pinch his wife's nose closed while keeping his hand in place, and she struggled weakly in his grasp. I carried on slapping and punching the woman's breasts and she was gurgling something into the hand-gag and shaking too.

Just as I twisted both of her nipples through almost one hundred and eighty degrees and with her eyes rolling up, she climaxed. Tom recognised Karen's moment and let go so she could drink in the night air. Tom hadn't let go of his wife's arms and Iw as pleased he was so obedient. He put his hand back over her mouth after a moment and asked if I wanted to suffocate her again, or rather him to do it once more.

"No," I laughed. "She's done with that. For now. But you will both suck my cock, so let go of her and you can both get on your knees with mouths open and hands behind your back."

Just as they obeyed and got into position Tom's mobile phone rang with a trill. "Damn, sorry sir," he muttered as he fished the phone out of his inside pocket. "The babysitter."

"You have kids?" I asked and they both nodded. "Go on, take the call," I told Tom and he did. He listened for a moment and then told telling whoever was on the other end of the phone they would be home as soon as possible.

Tom put his phone away. "It's our youngest, Jade," he explained. "She's complaining of not feeling well. The babysitter thinks she is okay, but I guess we had better suck you off quick, sir, if that's okay." He looked up at me hopefully.

"Fine by me," I said, "but do a good job."

Karen smiled and asked if she might go first. I said no; she would get to swallow my load, but her dear hubby had to get me ready for her first. The woman still had her big tits out and was in no hurry to put them away and she grinned, almost licking her lips. "As I want to know all about your kids, you Karen can tell me about them as Tom sucks me off. But Tom... if you make me cum before I switch to your dumb wife's mouth I will beat you senseless. So make it slow, got it?" The man got it and nodded, and opened his mouth for my stiff cock even before I got it out.

"Well sir, about our kids," began Karen as she watched me slide my hard cock into her husband's mouth. I could tell she was impressed by its length and girth and so too I presume was Tom as he gurgled appreciatively when I rammed my cock in deeper against the back of his throat. "Jade is eight. She's the youngest. But there's Kristen, who's ten - nearly eleven - and Donna, who is thirteen. They're all good girls, sir. Pretty, too."

"I don't care about them being good. I care about the brats being very filthy minded. So tell me," I said as I pushed my cock deeper into the kneeling man's throat. "Do you use them for sex?"

Karen gulped. "Not as such, sir. We... we talk about it, Tom and me. But we haven't, you know, done anything with them."

I laughed. "You're lying, bitch," I said to her. "You've rubbed your daughters' little cunts, haven't you?"

Karen blushed bright red. She shot a look at her husband who was looking as if this was news to him but as he his mouth was full of my cock he couldn't say anything other than a puzzled gurgle. "Um," said the woman, "well, just a few times. When they were little."

I smiled at her. "Good bitch," I said. "The good news is I will be using them for sex. I will be playing with them and enjoying myself." I pulled my cock from the man's mouth with a plop and shoved it at once into his wife's open mouth. I was ready to cum as the man had done a good job of preparing me. In fact, to my regret I came within a few strokes but I made sure I emptied my balls down the woman's throat. She swallowed it all, as a bitch should. I took my cock out and wiped it on her face.

"I think I will enjoy using your brats," I said as I put myself away. "I can think of lots of things to do to them, and them to do for me. With your help, if you behave."

The two parents exchanged a look that hovered somewhere between shocked and pleased. "You won't hurt them, will you?" It was Karen speaking.

"What if I do? You going to object?" I asked.

Tom was the one who answered this time. Somewhat shamefacedly he said: "No, I suppose not."

"But if it is any consolation, if I hurt them then I will hurt you too." I chuckled as I said it.

The pair in front of me nodded. Then, to my delight, Karen said: "My daughter Donna has a friend who..." She hesitated, glancing at Tom, who once more was about to hear something he had never heard before. "Helen, that's her friend, and Donna have, er, sex."

"What?" croaked Tom, staring at his wife. "How and when? I didn't know--"

"Don't interrupt her," I glared at the man and he shut up. "Go on, bitch. Tell me."

"Helen is just twelve, but she's well developed and very forward for her age. She and Donna have had, um, you know... lesbian sex. I have seen them kissing and feeling each other up. You know, hands up their sweaters and skirts." The woman gulped at this point. "Then there was the time Helen tied Donna up, and spanked her." Another look at her husband. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Tom. It's just that... I didn't want you to stop it. I liked watching them."

"We talked about having sex with them," snapped Tom, angrily. "But you knew what they were doing?"

"Calm down," I advised Tom. "Kids do things like that." I could recall tying my cousin Sandra up back before I was even 12 and making her suck my cock. My cousin was fifteen at the time and I also had smacked her pleasantly large tits. Sadly she lived some way from me so such sessions were limited, but fun. "So I want to know how you saw these girls and they didn't see you."

Karen looked devastated, biting her lower lip. "I saw them because..." She hesitated, looking near to tears. "They, uh, the pair were in the master bedroom. I was sat in a chair watching them."

I laughed at how astonished Tom looked. "You never told me," he gasped.

"Apparently not," I said, feeling the need to keep these two from a public row. "So how did this come about?"

Karen went on: "I found them, kissing in the garage one day. A few months ago, one afternoon after school. I told them that they could do it, but only when I was there and they couldn't tell anyone, ever. I told them that if they did it when I was there and no other time then they could do it in the big bed--"

"Our bed!" Tom interrupted, but fell silent at another glare from me.

"Yes," Karen was talking in little more than a whisper. "But they did what I said. The pair of them kept it all secret, just as I had to."

"There's more, isn't there?" I leaned in to the woman and gripped her face in my hands, lifting her face to mine. "Tell me what you did to get them to accept you watching them?"

I was pinching Karen's cheeks so it was hard for her to talk, but she managed. "Please... They tied me up. I was tied to a chair by the bed so I could watch them, but I couldn't join in. Helen said that was how I had to be." The woman gulped, despite my grip. "She's very good at tying me up."

"You like that, don't you?" I asked. The woman nodded in turn.

"I expect Helen will be joining us, so does that thrill you?" I asked the man. He nodded. I had let go of his wife's face and I pointed down at the bulge in his trousers. "Get your cock out and show me how excited you are." The man did as I told him, and his prick stood out hard. He put his hands back behind him, which was a good sign he understood his place.

"Please, sir... Will you punish it?" Asked Karen as she stared at it, even though she must have seen it like that hundreds of times before.

"You want me to hurt his pathetic dick?" Actually, it wasn't that pathetic but it wasn't as big as mine and anyway, I liked to humiliate him. He was blushing and didn't protest so my authority was making the right impact.

"Oh God, yes please," said the man's wife.

I chuckled: this was going better than I'd hoped. "Actually, whore, you will hurt it." When she looked at me questioningly, I pointed out she was the one wearing high heels. She nodded.

Poor Tom looked near to tears but so it goes. He lay down on his back, cock out, and his wife stood. I helped her to stand on him and her spiked high heels sank into the man's belly. He was groaning and trying not to beg for mercy, though he probably understood he wouldn't get it. I told Karen to step onto his cock with her heel and with a gasp of pleasure she did so, pressing her stiletto heel into the underside of the man's still erect cock. I could see him fighting back the urge to scream and tears rolled down the side of his face. He was suffering with most of the woman's weight on his stomach and more by her jabbing her heel at his still stiff cock.

I told her that was enough for now and helped he down and the woman was flushed with excitement, her husband sobbing but keeping the noise down. Though the party was some distance away I didn't want him to bring the other guests running. That was when I heard a noise from behind us and turned to see a young boy in his pyjamas staring at the three of us from the bushes.

It was a shock to discover we weren't alone, but it wasn't all bad news. I could see the boy's small but hard cock was sticking out of his superhero 'jamas and in the moonlight a dollop of pre-cum was gleaming on the tip of it.

End of part one