The concept of owning someone began when we were still kids. The first instance came from the story I told in the "Miss Ida" story. Miss Ida was very proper, very refined and genteel, the very epitome of a middle-aged Southern lady, you might say, who had never married. Dignified with the very air of respectability about her, no one in town would have dreamed of addressing her other than "Miss Ida." But Miss Ida had a secret no one knew about. With her fine wool suit of proper A-line skirt with high front kick pleat, her buttoned suit jacket over a soft shoulder-padded scooped blouse of rayon or chiffon buttoning down the front, her hair up under her pill hat, her face lipsticked, rouged and powdered, she would sit stiffly on a park bench, watching the children go by.

When she saw one she liked, she would say, "Come here, dear," lifting the little girl into her lap and wrapping an arm around her. "Now tell Miss Ida your name and who you are," she would say as her hand slipped up under the little girl's skirt to find her crotch. If the girl closed her legs, Miss Ida would sternly say, "Don't be silly, dear," spreading the girl's knees apart. "Now that's better,' sliding her hand back under the skirt to feel the little girl's crotch. "Just sit still and tell me all about yourself. I think you look darling, and I want to know all about you." Not obeying the matronly Miss Ida would have been unimaginable to any child.

With her hand caressing high on the little girl's inner thighs and her fingertips pressing deeply into her pussy through the crotch of her panties, Miss Ida encouraged the little girl to talk, and as she talked Miss Ida would get hotter and hotter. "Show me what you're wearing under your skirt, sweetheart," Miss Ida would say, and then wait expectantly as the little girl timidly lifted her skirt up. "Such pretty little panties, sweetheart, did your mother buy them for you? I love how they feel," Miss Ida would say, and the little girl would watch Miss Ida's fingertips as they circled over her panty-clad tummy on down into her crotch. "Oh yes, they feel very nice," Miss Ida would say as her fingertips massaged deep into the slit. Pulling the little girl tightly into her breasts, Miss Ida would lean down to say softly, "Now doesn't that feel nice, sweetheart? Miss Ida knows what little girls like. Tell Miss Ida how nice it feels, dear."

"It feels nice," the little girl would answer, her eyes glued on Miss Ida's fingertips pressing the crotch of her panties up into her pussy.

"I thought so," Miss Ida would chuckle, satisfied with the answer. "You are such a pretty little thing and so sweet," she would tell her, "I enjoy making you feel good." Unbuttoning the suit jacket, Miss Ida would take the little girl's hand, sliding it inside the jacket, telling the little girl, "Now you feel here, sweetheart," as her own hand covered the little girl's small hand, squeezing her fingers into the big breast through the blouse. "Doesn't that feel nice, sweetheart?"

"Uh-huh," the little girl would answer, letting her fingers explore a little more. This is every little girl's dream, to have full access to a grown woman's breasts.

Leaning closer to the little girl's ear, Miss Ida would whisper, "Squeeze harder, sweetheart, it feels nice to me. You like making Miss Ida feel good, don't you, sweetheart?"

"Uh-huh," the little girl would answer, starting to dig her fingers deeply into the soft breast.

"That's my sweet girl," Miss Ida would say softly, "that feels nice," dropping her hand back down to find the little girl's panty waistband and slide her hand inside the panties. Whispering in the little girl's ear, Miss Ida would say, "We can make each other feel nice, can't we, sweet girl?" as her fingertips found the girl's wet little slit. "Oh yes, that's very nice," Miss Ida would say as her other hand went inside the back of the panties to squeeze into the little girl's firm little butt cheeks. "I just knew how sweet you were, darling," Miss Ida would say as she relished the feel of the little girl's hands clutching her breasts as she masturbated the little girl.

With the little girl hot and no one in the park around them, Miss Ida could roll her over on to her, letting both little hands crush into both breasts while Miss Ida reached down past kick pleat of her skirt to run her hand up under it, past the nylons attached to her open-crotched roll-up girdle and find the crotch of her own panties, pulling the leg band aside so she could rub herself, moaning her orgasm into the little girl's ear.

That's what Miss Ida was looking to do the day my gorgeous little niece Lexi and I came walking by. Miss Ida had no idea who the little girl was she was lifting up into her lap, and soon Lexi was leading her by the hand back to her house. When Lexi finished orgasming Miss Ida's brains out, she sat on Miss Ida's naked chest in the middle of the bed looking down on her, smiling with her steely, serious eyes, as she told Miss Ida, "We own you now, Miss Ida." Miss Ida discovered what she meant the day we led ebony black Old Ned with his huge, long black cock in through the back door of the genteel Southern lady's house.

Not only did we make Miss Ida fuck Old Ned's huge block cock, Lexi and I scoured the seedy side of town for every drunk and derelict we could find to make Miss Ida fuck them. But it would be absolutely wrong to feel sorry for the lady because we gave her the excuse to let every lust-filled fantasy she ever had come true. One day, she asked, "I don't suppose you wicked children know any more black men, do you?" That was the day we knew for sure that Miss Ida was enjoying being owned by Lexi and me.


That's the idea of owning someone. It's about knowing someone's darkest secret, something so bad that they will do anything to keep the secret from becoming known. If I start with Mona, the mother of Linnie from the "Linnie" stories, I think I've owned perhaps a half dozen women in my lifetime, all of them mothers. To own someone is a power gained by catching her in a dark, lustful act that she would do anything to keep secret. By virtue of knowing this dark secret, she has no choice but to do my bidding, in effect, you might say, becoming my sex slave.

For most of the ladies I've owned, the secret has been her sexual lust for her own children. With Linnie's mother Mona, I never used or threatened to use the power I held over her, the requisite to ownership. Honestly, it wasn't until afterwards that I realized I had ownership power over Mona, but I don't think I would have used it anyway.

With all the ladies I've owned since Mona, I have made sure they knew I held power over them, whether I used it or not, and I have used it on four to make them help me get other kids I wanted. Tricia couldn't resist getting in bed with her daughter Annie and me. As a result, I made Tricia talk to all the moms of Annie's friends, telling them how great I was at working with kids. "Jim is taking Annie for a 3-day weekend. I asked if your little Debbie could go with Annie, and he agreed if you let her. It's a great opportunity so I hope you will let her go." It works as simply as that, and it works like a charm.

But you can do more than that, depending on how much the lady has to lose. Mona was a barmaid, but Tricia was a soccer mom living in an affluent suburban neighborhood. She was active in PTA, and she and her husband taught a Sunday school class. She had much to lose if word got out about her sexual activities involving her own daughter. Nothing could be worse than that for Tricia. I would never do that to Tricia and down deep she knew that, but the threat was there and it was huge, overpowering. All I had to do was say, "Gee, I hope no one finds out what you did with Annie," to reduce Tricia to a sobbing, begging mess on the floor. "Promise you won't tell. I'll do anything you say." Those were the words I wanted to hear.

Now, that may sound horrible thing to do to a person, but there's an upside to it. Once the lady realizes she has no choice but to obey me, it becomes a mind game. As long as she can make herself believe that she has no choice other than to do what I tell her to do, then she has no choice but to do it, and she can do it without guilt or shame because she has no choice. Being owned has a certain freedom to it, if you get the idea.

The story I tell is of a mother like Tricia, but begins with a dark secret from her childhood years, back when I knew her then. Linda is an upper-middle class lady, prideful of the standing and respect she has in her church and community, a perfect target for owning someone. I knew her secrets and I gave her no choice, absolutely none, but to obey me. The lady was 50 when I took control of her sexual life, and she is 65 today so I have owned her now for 15 years.


My nieces and I attended San Jacinto Elementary, as did Anne and Linda Smythe. Following 6th grade San Jacinto emptied into Sam Houston Junior High, as did two other elementary schools. Thus I came to know Bill, one of my oldest and closest friends, when leaving the 6th grade of our two different elementary schools to merge together into the 7th grade of our junior high school. That's where I first met Bill.

While in the 7th grade, my niece Carolyn brought home Anne from her 4th grade class and I began fucking her. Bill and I were in 9th grade of our junior high when Anne got there in 7th grade. Bill was attracted to Anne so I gave her to him, to take her out to the school storage building where we upper class boys could take the young ones to feel up and fondle. He discovered he could fuck her, as I knew he would, and from then on until Anne's untimely death from cancer a few years ago, they were together ever after. This is where the story begins.

That I was the first to fuck Anne, Bill never knew and still doesn't. That was a secret from Bill that Anne carried to her grave, and I will do likewise. It may seem strange that I didn't brag or talk about fucking little girls, but my sister Joy and her friends had told me never to talk about it because of the damage it would do to the girls. I had no desire to hurt anyone, and what the big girls told me made sense. Likely their advice was reinforced, at least early on, by the fact that Joy and her friends were much older than me and could pulverize me if I didn't listen.

Five years later when Bill and I were seniors in high school, my niece Carolyn's little sister Sherry brought Anne's little sister Linda home with her from 3rd grade for me to fuck. Linda was delicious to fuck, to the point I was still going to get her sometimes when I came back home during college breaks. She was only through 7th grade when her big sister Anne graduated high school and married Bill after our sophomore year in college.

The girls' parents, Maurice and Kay Smythe, were what I consider to be backward, ignorant people whose lives wrapped around one of those fundamental, cult-like Baptists churches which seem to be everywhere. Mr. Smythe would sit around quoting scripture to Mrs. Smythe and the girls, particularly scripture about him being master of the household and how God had made them to serve him. He was a weasel little bastard whom I didn't like and Bill actually grew to hate.

When Anne married and moved away, Linda got the full blunt of being the only child living with her sickenly righteous parents, and like any child would, she rebelled and rebelled big time. At 13 and within a month of Anne and Bill's marriage, she seduced and fucked her first grown man, and from then on she worked hard at getting herself fucked by every man who came along, particularly the men of her parents' church.

She began drinking and smoking in 8th grade, staying out until all hours with men lining up to fuck the pretty little girl, and she endured whippings and beatings by her father in doing so. Linda had little interest in boys her age; it was a father thing with her and she wanted men, the bigger and older the better.

In high school, David Wright took an interest in her, and for Linda's parents that was a dream come true. David' father was one of the wealthiest and largest landowners around and one of the most highly respected men in our town. Linda's marriage to David Wright would be a vindication for the Smythes. It would elevate them in the eyes of our town's society, they thought, and so they went to work on Linda, pushing her toward David.

Like so many sons of strong, wealthy men can be, David was a weak, worthless piece of shit. Because his daddy could buy him new, fancy cars and anything else he wanted, David thought he was special. His friends were sycophants, sucking up to him and telling him what a great guy he was in order to participate in the largesse of David's father.

But the Smythes set their sights on David, pressuring Linda beyond her ability to resist so she began dating him. Her rebellious protest for having to date David was to seduce and fuck David's father, and in doing so she took the old man's breath away, wrapping him tightly around her finger. For an old man like him to have his dick stuck up inside a cute little high school girl like Linda was a pleasure so sensual it drove him half-mad, and he began pressuring David to marry Linda, even telling him he had no choice but to marry her. With the Smythes on one side and the powerful Mr. Wright on the other, the inevitable happened and Linda and David married.

Throughout all this, I remained Linda's friend and confidant. Our closeness increased when her big sister married my best friend Bill, and she leaned on me for support against her parents. I did my best to keep her strong, but in the end she was overwhelmed. Linda's capitulation to her parents was a huge disappointment to me, and from that time on, whether I was fair in doing so or not, I carried resentment against her for doing so. We remained close friends, but I couldn't deny that something in me wanted to punish her for her weakness.

Old man Wright landed David a job with one of the grain companies supplying his farms, and David and Linda moved to Iowa to begin his career (much to Mr. Wright's distress, I imagine). They lived there several years before moving to Waco where they settled in and have lived ever since. Over time, as so many children regrettably do, Linda relented and returned to the flock, not anything like her parents' church but she did become active in the Baptist church, eventually becoming a prototypical pious church lady herself.


Over the years I would see Linda, either while she was down visiting Bill and Anne or when Bill and I would stay at her house while we were in town for a college football game. After Linda and David had been in Waco perhaps 5 years, they finally had a little daughter they named Larissa. Larissa was a cute little girl whom I began playing sex with when she was 4 or 5 during the times Linda was visiting her sister and when Bill and I were staying at their house. Since we were all just little kids back when I fucked Anne and Linda, it never occurred to either of the sisters that my love of fucking little girls remained as strong as ever.

A few years after marrying, Bill and Anne had a couple of kids, a girl named Laurie and then a boy they named Pat. The first house they owned didn't have a guest bedroom, so when I visited I would sleep with little Laurie. Laurie loved this and looked forward to my coming, and this thrilled Bill and Anne, that their kids loved me so much. Neither had a clue that little Laurie and I were playing sex in bed at night. As time went along, they moved to bigger and bigger houses but still when I visited Laurie would insist that I sleep with her, much to the delight of Anne and Bill. I had Laurie opened and fucking by the time she was 9.

My play time with little Larissa was always limited, though, and as Larissa came of age to be fucked, I never had enough time to open her properly to stick my cock in her. By this time, I was in my 40a, perhaps the apex of my sexual appetite, and I really wanted cute little Larissa. It simply was not enough to finger fuck her; I wanted to feel my cock inside that tight little cunt of hers.

As Larissa grew, from 8 to 9 years old and then 10, my frustration grew. She was an absolute doll of a girl, and not fucking her was driving me insane with desire. Finally I decided to take matters into my own hands and do something about it. The clock kept ticking and I knew I only had a few more years until Larissa hit puberty, the point at which I no longer think men should bother kids so they can go about their own social life.

One fall Thursday, I drove to Waco and checked into a motel. The next morning, Friday morning, I waited until David had left for work and Larissa was off to school and headed for Linda's house. As I drove toward her house, I wasn't thinking of cute Larissa at all but rather of the disappointment I had felt when Linda gave in to her parents and married David, and I was getting angrier and angrier at her. I was thinking of all the years I had wanted her punished for disappointing me like that, and now I would have the chance to do just that, punish her for her weakness. I kept my composure as I walked toward her front door, smiling and cheerful, but inside I was seething. I could not wait to begin her punishment.


Linda was astounded to see me standing there on her front porch when she answered the door in a t-shirt and shorts. "Jim, what are you doing here?" she asked. She wore glasses now, but her face retained an almost school girl face as she looked up at me with a surprised look before stepping out to give me a hug and kiss in greeting. Linda is a small, thin woman; she can't be more than 5' 2" and can't weigh more than 100 lbs.

She led me into her kitchen where I put my hands on her shoulders, holding her so that I had her undivided attention as I looked down on her. "I've come for Larissa," I told her. "I want her to spend the weekend with me in my motel room."

That sent Linda's head whirling. She shook her head as if she hadn't heard right. "What are you talking about?" she asked, total bewilderment in her face.

I didn't stop there and I was allowing the anger to show in my face. "I have also come to fuck you, Linda," I said. "And from now on, I'm going to fuck you whenever I feel like it."

Now she was staggering in confusion, looking like she was about to faint. "What are you talking about?" she asked in disbelief. "You can't do that! Are you crazy?"

"Oh, yes I can," I said, moving into her until I had her pressed back against the kitchen counter, my body pressing against hers. "I am going to fuck you now," I said, reaching down to clasp my hand around her pussy. "You might as well accept it because it's going to happen."

Her amazement turned to fear... "You can't do that," she said, her hands trying to push my hand away from her crotch. Her eyes were tearing as looked up at the determination on my face. "I'll tell Bill and Anne," she said. "You can't do this."

"No, you won't tell anyone anything," I said, wrapping an arm around to pull her closer as my hand squeezed tighter into her pussy. "If you say a word to anyone, which you won't," I told her, "I will tell David about how you came over to fuck me when you were just 8 year old. Do you remember that? Remember what a whore you were even as a child?" I let that sink in a few moments. "Furthermore," I said, my eyes boring into hers, "I will tell David as well as Bill and Anne how you fucked David's daddy, old man Wright." Linda's face went into total fright and I chuckled maliciously. "Anne knew you were fucking everyone in town, but she didn't know you were fucking Mr. Wright, did she? Wait until she and Bill hear about that." I laughed. "Wait until David hears about that!"

Now Linda really was about to faint as fear trembled through her body. Tears streamed down her panic-stricken face. "David will divorce your ass," I said. "You better think about that. Think about him divorcing you on the grounds that you fucked his daddy. What will your church congregation think about that? You ready for that? You even fucked old man Wright after you and David were married, have you forgotten that?"

Linda was making frightened little choking noises as she sobbed, her body shaking uncontrollably. "You can't do that to me, Jim," she managed through her sobs in a quaking voice. I was having to hold her up now as her knees buckled underneath her.

I took pity then, wrapping my arms her to pull her tightly to me, feeling her crying, sobbing face against my chest. "There, there," I consoled her, kissing the top of her head. "None of that is going to happen, honey, so get hold of yourself. No one is going to tell anyone anything. But you are going to fuck me, and you are going to give me Larissa," I said. "Get used to that idea. Nobody is going to know but you and me. It will be our little secret, yours and mine."

She continued to cry, boohooing and sobbing with her tears soaking my shirt. "I can't," she managed to say. "It's not right."

"Don't tell me about right," I said, my voice hardening again. "It's not right that you married that sorry son of a bitch, David. It's not right that he's fucking his secretary." Her eyes showed confusion, and I snorted. "It's not right that you know as well as I do that he's fucking his secretary. David has been fucking everyone he can get his hands on since you married him, and you fucking well know that he has been. That's what's not right and you know it, Linda."

With that she broke into boohooing, sobbing on my chest. "David hasn't fucked you in years, Linda," I continued. "I know that. The only time he sticks his dick in you is when he comes home half-drunk and has nobody else to fuck. There is no love between you. Hell, you never loved David and I know that as well as you do. We all know you never loved David. Did you think you were fooling us?"

Linda was limp as a rag as she subbed into my chest. If I let go, she would slide to the floor into a blubbering mess at my feet. I turned so that I was leaning against the counter with Linda leaning into me, her face still buried in my chest as I held her more intimately with my cheek resting on her head below me. "We're going to fix all that now, though," I said softly, my hands caressing her back as I held her tightly, the way lovers do. "I'm going to take you into your bedroom now and give you a good fucking," I told her, "the way we used to fuck when we were kids." I chuckled. "That will make you feel better."

"I can't," she sobbed. "I'm married. I can't."

"Yes, you can and you are going to, Linda," I said. "I want you to stop fighting me and accept the idea, honey. I'm giving you no choice. I'm going to tell David and Bill and Anne everything I know unless you do exactly what I tell you to do. Do you understand me? You have no choice. I'm not giving you one." I waited patiently, letting my words sink in, and then began again: "I am going to fuck you and fuck you good, and you have no choice, Linda. I am giving you no choice. You have to do what I tell you, honey, so accept that you do, okay? Think about it, honey. You have no choice."

I held her as she sobbed against my chest, kissing her forehead with my hand caressing her shoulders and back, letting what I said sink in. I could sense she was capitulating. She knew I had her. "Why are you doing this to me?" she whimpered, her face still buried in my chest. "We've always been friends, we've always been close. Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because you need it, Linda," I said softly, stroking her back as I kissed the top of her head. "I'm giving you what you need, you'll see. Think about the fun we used to have before you gave in to your parents and married that asshole. You need some fun in your life again, Linda. We're going to have fun again."

"But I can't," she sobbed into my chest. "I'm married now, I'm a mother!"

"Yes, you can," I said, "and you're going to. I'm not giving you any choice." I let that sink in a few moments. "Now let's go into your bedroom,' I said, starting to lead her.

"No, she said, resisting me. "I can't," she pleaded, her tear-stained eyes pleading up at me.

I jerked her tightly to me, my hand lifting her chin up to look at me. "Linda, if you fight me I'm going to fuck you right here on your kitchen table," I said sternly. "Do you understand me? You have no choice. I am going to fuck you, so come with me. It's going to be fun, you'll see." Again, I gave her a moment to let that sink in. "Now come with me," I said, taking her hand to lead her off down the hall toward her bedroom. Reluctantly, with her head down softly crying, she staggered after me.

Without speaking more, I sat her on the edge of the bed and took off my clothes in front of her as she stared down at her hands in her lap. When I was naked I stepped up to her, wrapping her hair in my fingers so I could lift her face and press my semi-hard dick to her lips. "Make it hard for me, honey," I said. Her eyes had a begging look as she stared up at me, pleading with her teeth clenched together.

I smiled sweetly as I looked down lovingly into her frightened, doe-like, crying eyes staring up at me with such a helpless look. This was a moment I had dreamed about for over 20 years, my moment of revenge, and I loved it as I held her face. I relished the moment. I smiled sweetly, but inside my head I was thinking, "Finally I've got you, bitch. Now it's time to pay for your weakness. You act so proper and dignified, but I know you for the weak-kneed slut you really are. You're my whore now, and there's not a fucking thing you can do about it." Out loud I said, "Do you remember doing this?"

We stayed like that as I waited patiently. Slowly, she relaxed her mouth and I pushed my cock inside. "That's better," I said, taking her face gently into my hands. Our eyes stayed locked as I waited for her lips to circle the cock and begin sucking it. "That's my girl," I said, holding her head as my hips began fucking my cock into her mouth. "You remember, don't you?" I said. "Remember how much you loved to suck it when you were a little girl? You remember, don't you?" Reaching down, I lifted her hands from her lap and placed them on my buttocks behind me. Returning my hands to her head, I said, "See how hard it's getting? You were always good at making me hard, remember? You were always my good little girl, weren't you?"

With my cock throbbing, I lifted her into a standing position. "Now let's get your clothes off," I said, lifting the bottom of her t-shirt.

"No, please don't," she whined, locking her bended arms against her sides to stop me.

"Don't be a silly girl," I laughed, pulling her arms up over her head and holding them there. "Now just stand there for me, okay?" returning my hands to continue taking off the shirt. As the t-shirt came off, her arms came down to cross over her chest, shielding the simple white nylon bra as her body trembled hard. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I said, sitting on the bed with my hands on her hips to draw her in front of me. As my fingers entered the waistband of the shorts, she started to uncross her arms from her chest but then seemed to think better of it, returning them up across the bra.

As the shorts dropped down, I saw she had on thin white nylon high-cut panties. I dearly love panties like those, and my cock throbbed harder. As she stepped out of the shorts, my hands returned to her hips, holding them as I admired her flat tummy and nicely curved hips. "I like your panties, Linda," I said, letting my fingers caress over her hips and around to the smooth, silky feel of the tight panties covering her firm butt cheeks. "I always loved nylon panties, do you remember?" I asked. "You've still got a really nice ass, Linda," I said, squeezing my fingers into the flesh and feeling her butt muscles tighten automatically in response to my hands clenching into them.

"You feel good," I said, wrapping my arms around her hips to carry her down with me as I lay back on the bed. "Come up here on the pillows with me," I said with my hand securing her butt firmly on top of me as I moved up to rest my head on the pillows and stretch out down the bed.

Linda's body trembled with fear, a frightened look on her face as my hands came up to take her glasses. "Let's put these over here," I said, laying the glasses on the nightstand. Placing my hands to the sides of her face, I said, "Now let's get you hot now, honey, okay?" beginning pulling her lips down on to mine.

"No, don't" she whimpered, turning her face this way and that to avoid my lips, "please don't."

"It's okay," I said softly, forcing her lips to mine so my tongue could push in between her lips and against her clenched teeth, probing and inveigling as the tip sought a way in between the teeth. My hands held her head firmly until the clenched teeth parted enough for my tongue to push inside, but her tongue lay dormant as my tongue lifted and circled it.

With my fingers wrapped into her hair on the back of her head holding it firmly in place, I reached down to pull her leg apart as my leg forced its way between hers so I could raise my thigh tightly up into her crotch. My hand slipped inside the back of her panties to hold her butt down as I began rocking my thigh tighter and tighter into her crotch, lifting and moving her crotch as it pressed into the thigh, stimulating her pussy as she felt the hot cock pressing against her pussy mound. It wasn't long before I felt her tongue twitch, and then twitch again against mine.

An interesting phenomenon is that we can't keep ourselves from getting hot when being sexually stimulated, and as her pussy continued rubbing over my thigh Linda could not stop her tongue beginning to press back against mine. I could feel she didn't want it to, but it kept pushing harder against mine until it began moving with mine, caressing my tongue as mine caressed hers. I could feel her breathing harder, and reached around to undo her bra.

"Unh-unh," she moaned, reaching back to stop my hands.

My hands came up to hold her face over mine. "It's okay," I said. "You're getting hot, Linda. Feel how hot you're getting. Enjoy it. It feels good to get hot like this." I brought her lips back down on mine, and she gave a low moan as her tongue met mine. This time she let me unhook the bra.

Her arm resisted my pulling the strap from her elbow, and I broke off the kiss to whisper into her ear. "Let me have it, baby," breathing hotly from my own heaving chest. She hesitated, but then relaxed her arm and I pulled the bra from between us. "That's my good little girl," I said, bringing both hands up to wrap around the firm, pert little breasts, catching the nipples between my thumb and forefinger to fondle them as my hands clasped into the breasts. "They feel good," I said.

Reaching a hand down over her butt cheeks, I pressed my fingertips up into the crotch of the panties, feeling the wetness of her hot pussy slit as the fingertips began stroking it. "You're hot, Linda," I said softly, "your pussy is hot and soaking wet. How long has it been since you've been this hot? Your pussy juice is soaking your panties. Can you feel it? You're so hot you're on fire."

She whimpered as my hands on her hips slipped inside the waistband of her panties to pull them down. "No, don't," she whimpered, reaching to stop my hands.

"It's okay," I said, pushing the panties on down. Linda is so small that I could push them down to her knees. "You know that you have no choice," I said as I rolled her over on to her back to pull the panties on off. I was pleased to discover she kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed short, and laying half on top of her, I pressed my fingers up into her wet pussy slit and find her swollen clit to massage, bringing a soft moan and tremble run through her at the touch.

Linda's body was trembling, her wide eyes staring up into mine as my wet thumb circled over the clit while my finger found her hole and began plunging into it. "I'm going to make you cum now, Linda," I said, slowly fucking the finger into her as my thumb circled over the clit. "You want to cum, don't you? You're going to have a good orgasm, a really big one. How long has it been since you had a really big, long orgasm? You want it so bad, don't you, baby? I'm going to give you a good one." I let her think about it a good long while before moving down between her legs. She was shaking and whimpering as she opened her legs for me, and let out a loud gasp at the feel of my tongue entering the slit.

As I felt her seizing up into orgasm, I lifted and flopped down over her, driving my cock as hard and deep inside her pussy as I could. I managed to get 3 or 4 hard thrusts into her before she totally gave in to orgasm and screamed. A little 100 lb. lady can be amazingly strong when she is in the throes of a monumental orgasm, and Linda bucked and screamed, carrying me all over the bed as she orgasmed her brains out, gasping and screaming again, writhing, shuddering and shaking until I was pumping more cum into her than I thought I had in me.

We both blew our brains out, and when Linda finally collapsed she was literally soaked in sweat. She could not have been wetter if she had just stepped out of the shower. Even her hair was soaked, sweat dripping from the matted ends as if she had just finished rinsing it. And you would not have thought the chest of a thin little lady like her could raise that far as her open mouth loudly inhaled huge quantities of air.

"My God, Linda," I said, lying beside her, propped on an elbow with my hand under her shoulders trying to help her get her breath, "How long has it been since you had a good fucking? I thought you were going to kill yourself!" Glancing toward me, she tried to laugh but couldn't. I went into the bathroom to get a towel and start drying her off. When she started to feel cold, I turned down the covers to get her underneath, crawling in beside her and wrapping my arms around her to warm and hold her shaking body.

That was the first fuck. We stayed in bed until she recovered enough for the second fuck, which also resulted in a huge orgasm, but at least this time the neighbors couldn't hear her screaming. I stayed on top of her with my cock inside after the second fuck so we could talk. You get further with a woman when she feels your dick inside her.

Wiping the sweat from her face and pushing back her wet hair, I looked down lovingly at her. "From now on, I'm going to fuck you whenever I want to," I said. "You know that, don't you?"

She looked up at me, circling her tongue over her still dry, parched lips.

"I want to hear you say it, Linda," I said.

"Okay," she said, looking up at me. I waited until she could see that I wanted to hear more. She giggled a little, sounding a little like a schoolgirl. "Okay, you can do me whenever you want, okay?" she said, and laughed a little embarrassedly at not being able to use my vulgar term.

"Good enough," I laughed. "And whenever you need fucking, you tell me and I'll give you a good fucking," I said. I laughed, giving her nose a little twitch with my finger as I said, "No matter how proper and straight-laced you act, we both know you walk around with a hot pussy in your panties, don't we? And that hot little pussy needs a workout once in a while, doesn't it?" She giggled embarrassedly again. "I want to hear you say it, Linda," I said. "Tell me you will let me know when you need fucking, okay?"

She laughed and blushed. "Okay, I will, Jim," she said.

"Good girl," I laughed, and then changing the subject, I asked, "What's your worthless husband up to sex-wise these days, do you know?"

"You were right," Linda answered. "His secretary." She laughed without humor. "He doesn't hire a secretary unless she'll have sex with him."

"He is an asshole," I said. "He has the best pussy right here a man could ever hope to stick a dick in, but he chooses to go out and fuck skank whores." I shook my head. "God, I don't understand men, and here I am one of them."

Linda laughed. "You're different, no doubt about that, Jim," she said.

By now Linda was recovering and I could feel her hips moving around a little, her pussy clenching my cock every so often, making it begin to grow again. As we continued talking, it wasn't long before I was slowly fucking my cock in and out of her. "You really do have a good feeling pussy, Linda," I said. "I'm surprised you haven't been using it. You love to fuck. You always have."

She laughed, again without much humor. "I'm a married lady," she said. "What can I say?"

"Goodness, Linda," I said. "Fucking is for fun. I thought you would remember that from back when we were kids. Do you remember when Sherry brought you home that first time?" She laughed, this time with a little joy in it. "Those were fun times, weren't they?" she said, giggling again like a naughty little schoolgirl.

"They were," I said, laughing with her. "And that reminds me of Larissa," I said. "When she gets home from school today, I'm taking her to the motel with me."

Linda's face went into shock as she looked up at me with frightened eyes. "You can't do that, Jim!" she said with a pleading voice.

"Sure I can," I laughed. I looked down on her lovingly. "You were younger than Larissa when I fucked you that first time," I said. "You can remember how fun it was, can't you? Are you going to deny Larissa the same fun you had when you were little?"

Linda shook her head hard, looking up at me with confused eyes. "Larissa is too little!' she said in a serious voice.

No, she is not," I answered. "She is 10, 4th grade already. You were 9, still in 3rd grade, do you remember that? And you damn sure weren't too little, were you?" I gave her an exasperated look. "Look, Linda," I said, "you're acting like you're totally ignorant about kids, but you're acting like it with the wrong person. I know that you know better than that." I looked down at her with consternation. "Do you not know that I've already been playing with Larissa?"

Linda blinked up at me, amazement on her face. "You have?" she asked. "When?"

"Every time you come down to Anne's," I answered. "What do you think happens when she sleeps with me in the well house? What do you think Larissa and I do when we go upstairs? Larissa loves it. She absolutely loves when we get naked and play."

Linda looked like she had been shot. "I can't believe it," she said. "I had no idea...," she continued, her words trailing off.

"I don't know why you didn't," I said. "Larissa is a cute, sexy girl. Did you think she was retarded or something?" I studied Linda's face. "Larissa is sexy, Linda," I said. "You can see that. You KNOW that she is sexy. You see her every day. Why do you think she looks so sexy? Did you think she was sexless? She looks so fucking sexy because she loves sex, just like you did when you were her age."

"I had no idea...," Linda repeated. I could see her mind was whirling, and I laughed, about to really put a bee in Linda's bonnet.

"Larissa is already 10," I said. "I started fucking Laurie when she was 8, and I'm still fucking her." Laurie was Bill and Anne's daughter who was already in college by this time.

With that news, Linda's eyebrows shot up. "Oh my God!" she said. "Does Anne know? Does Bill know?"

"No, they don't know," I said, "and you're not going to tell them. Laurie's activities are just between her and me and now you. I will tell Laurie that you know so she will be aware of it, but nobody else can know." I looked at Linda. "Why are you so surprised? I fucked Anne when she was little because she wanted me to. I fucked you when you were little because you wanted me to. So of course I fucked Laurie. She wanted me to. Do you think she wouldn't want it as much as you and Anne did?" I thought about it more. "I will have to decide whether or not to tell Laurie that you and I are fucking." I laughed again. "I can tell you that it would please Laurie no end to hear it. She loves and worries about her sweet Aunt Linda. She would jump with joy if I tell her I'm fucking you."

"She would?" Linda' mind was spinning as she tried to bring it under control. "Wow," she said softly, trying to assimilate it all into her head.

"And I'm going to fuck your daughter, Linda," I said, "probably tonight. I've been finger fucking her for a couple of years now, but I've never had her long enough to get her opened up enough to stick my cock in without hurting her, and I refuse to hurt her, you know that. But she is more than ready and wants to feel it inside her. I can probably get her open tonight for her first fucking. But I want her all weekend so without doubt Larissa will be well fucked by the time I leave here."

"I can't let you do that, Jim," Linda said. She was having a hard time letting go.

I shook my head and stared hard down into Linda's eyes. "You have no choice," I said again. "I am not asking you, Linda, I am telling you." I stared hard at her a few moments longer, and then relaxed into laughter. "Wait until she gets home from school," I said. "Wait until you see the look on her face when she sees me here. Wait until you watch your little girl come jumping into my arms. Wait until you see the excitement in her face when she learns she will be spending the night with me in the motel." I laughed again. "I'll make a deal with you, Linda," I said. "If you see one tiny bit of hesitation in Larissa's face, I won't do it. How's that? She knows what we'll be doing tonight, so if you see any hesitation we'll call the whole thing off and I'll go home. That's fair, isn't it?"

Linda was still dumbstruck as she looked up at me. "My little girl...," she said, again trailing off, and again I laughed.

"Linda," I said with an admonishing tone. "You knew about Larissa's sexuality. You've always known. You just didn't allow yourself to think about it." I gave a little chuckle. "You get hot when you look at your sexy little girl. Don't tell me you don't. Hell, EVERYONE gets hot when they look at her. She is cuter than hell and sexier than all get out. You can't help but get hot looking at her, don't try to kid me."

Linda laughed and began relaxing a little. "She is a cute girl, isn't she?"

"Cute as hell," I said laughing, "and one hot, sexy little tart. God, she turns me on," I laughed. "So don't be telling me she doesn't turn you on, too, Linda. I already know what a sexed up lady you are underneath all those straight laces you show everyone else."

Linda laughed freely at that. "A hot, sexy little tart?" she said, still laughing. "Yeah, I guess that sums her up, huh?"

"I mean!" I laughed. "Let's fuck, sexy lady," squirming my cock deeper into her. "You can be my hot, sexy little tart." I laughed. "Think about what your sexy little daughter is going to be doing tonight and I bet you get off big time."


Little Larissa recognized my vehicle parked out front and burst through the door screaming, "Where's Uncle Jimmy?" and jumped into my arms squealing and kissing so hard she almost knocked me over. As I swung her around, hugging and kissing, I looked at Linda and saw her laughing and smiling. "See what I mean?" I laughed.

The next morning was Saturday morning and I knew David works Saturday mornings so I took Larissa back to the house for her swimsuit plus some more things she wanted for the rest of the weekend. "How was your night, sweetie?" Linda asked as she lifted Larissa up to kiss and hug. "Did you have fun?"

"Oh, mommy," Larissa answered breathlessly, her eyes wide with excitement as she looked at Linda. "It was the most fun I've ever had!" She grabbed Linda's neck tightly, hugging her as she said, "Thank you for letting me go, mommy, thank you, thank you, thank you." Linda was laughing as she put her down to scamper off to her bedroom for her things, leaving Linda and I standing in the kitchen. "She certainly seems happy this morning," Linda laughed.

"God, she ought to be," I laughed. "The little maniac nearly killed me last night." Linda looked at me questioningly, and I laughed. "Yep," I said. "Piece of cake. She opened up as easy as can be and you should have seen the look of pleasure on your little girl's face when she felt that cock coming up inside her."

"Oh my God," Linda said, bringing her hands up to cover her blushing cheeks. "My little girl..."

I laughed. "Your little girl is a sex machine, Linda," I said. "She may kill me before this weekend is over. She absolutely loves it. Can't get enough. You should watch her go at it."

"Really?" Linda asked, still blushing but her eyes danced with excitement, wanting to know more.

"Oh yes," I laughed, wrapping my arms around Linda and pulling her tightly to me. Squeezing her pussy, I said, "Your daughter has the same pussy you've got, Linda." I leaned down to whisper in Linda's ear, "It can't get enough, just like mommy's pussy. You want to hear more?"

Linda laughed and blushed, but she was excited, squirming against me. "She really likes it?" she asked, her eyes looking at me provocatively. It as plain to see she was getting hot.

"She loves it," I said. Linda's shorts had an elastic waistband, and I pushed my hand down inside, finding her pussy hot and wet. "Watch her fuck," I whispered. "Hide in her closet and I'll fuck her on her bed. You won't believe how hot she is to watch."

"I can't do that!" Linda laughed, but her chest was already heaving hard with excitement. She was on fire.

My fingers inside Linda's panties moved over her swollen clit. "Sure you can," I whispered. "It's easy. When she comes back in, you just do what I tell you and then hide in her closet, okay? I promise you will glad you did. My God, Larissa is hot to watch. Wait until you see."

Linda was starting to protest again, but we heard Larissa running back toward us. "I'm ready!" she screamed as she burst into the kitchen.

"Okay," I laughed, "but mommy wants us to take some suntan lotion. She's going to the store to buy some." Looking at Linda knowingly, I said, "How long will it take, Linda? 30 minutes?"

Linda looked at me a second before answering. "Yes, 30 minutes," she said. "I want to walk so I can get my morning walk in."

"That's good," I said, and taking Larissa's hand I said to her, "How about showing me around the backyard while mommy walks to the store, honey, would you? I want to see your backyard, okay?"

"Okay," Larissa said, looking a little put out by the delay but pulling me toward the back door. I gave Linda another knowing look as Larissa pulled me outside.

I carried little Larissa, massaging her pussy as we walked in the backyard. "You're making me hot again," I said, and looking at my watch, I asked, "How long did mommy say she would be gone?"

"30 minutes," Larissa answered, giggling and squirming her pussy into my fingers. She knew what I wanted.

"Good, we've got time," I said. "I want to fuck you in your bed. Does that sound fun, fucking in your own bed?"

"Yeah!" Larissa squealed, hopping with excitement.

Larissa's closet door was open a good 6 inches as we entered the bedroom. Standing no more than 2 feet from the door, with Larissa' legs wrapping my waist, I kissed over her face and said, "Let's tongue fuck a little, want to?"

"Yeah!" Larissa answered, her arms squeezing tightly around my neck as she drove her tongue inside. Pulling her body away from me a little, I moved around so Linda could watch me slide my hand inside her shorts and panties to massage her pussy as our tongues fucked.

"Whoa, you've got me hot," I laughed, and standing her in front of me, I said, "Want to undo my shorts while I take off my shirt?"

"Yeah!" Larissa squealed again, grabbing my belt buckle. I stripped of my shirt, laughing toward the closet as Larissa squealed with delight when my cock sprang free as she lowered my boxer shorts. Grabbing my cock, Larissa greedily sucked it into her mouth. With my hands on her head, I maneuvered her around so her mommy had a good close view of the cock going into her daughter's mouth. Pumping the little girl's head, I said, "Mmm, it feels good fucking your mouth, honey. You're a good little cocksucker," looking toward the darkened closet opening, "like someone else I know."

It was hot knowing her mother was watching, so pretty quickly I had to laugh and sweep Larissa up, carrying her over to stand on her bed. "Let's get you naked," I said. "You like for me to look at your sexy naked body, don't you?"

"Yeah," Larissa said, vibrating with excitement.

"So sexy," I said, admiring Larissa's naked little body. With my fingers under her pussy like I was showing off a prized possession, I moved over to make sure Linda could see. "I want some of this," I said. "Are you going to give me your pussy?"

"Uh-huh," Larissa laughed, vibrating so hard with excitement she looked like she would fly apart.

"Okay," I laughed, lifting and laying her on her back in the middle of the bed. "Let's make sure your pussy is ready, okay?" I said, lifting her legs and moving between them. "Tell me when you're ready for my cock, okay?" Larissa squealed with delight as she felt my tongue enter her slit, and immediately went into heat as my tongue worked over her swollen little clit while I finger fucked her.

Soon my second finger joined the first one fucking her, and when it did I could feel her orgasm rising fast. Her little chest was heaving when she said, "I'm ready, Uncle Jimmy."

"Good girl," I said, stretching out on my back so that my spread legs faced the closet door. I lifted the little girl on top, her back to the door. Larissa quickly fitted my cock to her hole and started sitting down on it. "Slow down, honey," I laughed, grabbing her hips. "I like to watch it go inside you so do it slow, okay?"

"Okay," she laughed, and behind her I saw the closet door slowly opening more and more until I could see Linda watching, only 4 or 5 feet away.

I moaned out in pleasure as Larissa lowered herself, giggling with glee at the pleasure her pussy was giving me. Linda's tongue was all over the dried lips of her open mouth as she watched, breathing hard. I could see the lust in her eyes as she watched the cock disappearing inside her little girl. "Does it feel good?" Larissa wanted to know, laughing as her bottom was all the way down with the cock completely buried inside her. "It feels really, really good," I answered, breathing hard.

"Good," Larissa laughed, and with her hands on my chest began raising herself back up, exposing the shaft to Linda. Larissa was already breathing hard as she began steadily fucking up and down. Her tongue came out to flick over her dry lips as well. "I love how it feels," she said. Behind her I saw Linda jam her hand inside her shorts.

"Then fuck me good, big girl," I said, and Larissa's little hips began moving up and down faster. "Do you love fucking?" I asked. "Tell me you love fucking. I love to hear you say it."

Larissa was in high heat, but she managed a little giggle. "I love fucking," she said, and began to chant rhythmically "fucking and fucking and fucking" with each bounce of her hips down on to my cock.

"God, your tight little pussy feels so good on my cock," I moaned. "I fucking love it."

"Me, too," Larissa said, breathing harder and harder as she fucked faster and faster. She was gasping air hard when she said, "It's coming,, it's coming, " and then let out a squeal as her body went rigid, and then shuddered hard as she fell into orgasm with the feel of the first spasm shooting through her little body.

Feeling the tight little pussy clamp down on my cock sent me into a raging orgasm, and I groaned with the first load shooting up the shaft. Noises came from around Larissa's pussy as the cum began hissing and bubbling out, the noise seeming to fill the room as I cummed hard into Larissa while she continued squealing with pleasure as each successive spasm shot through her shaking body. I heard noises from the closet, but Larissa was so absorbed in her orgasm she couldn't hear anything, not even her own squealing.

I worked the little girl, stretching out her orgasm as perspiration began to cover her hot, flushed body. Finally, she collapsed down on to me, totally limp as she sucked in air with long, raspy breaths from her heaving little chest. When Larissa settled down into long, deep breaths, her eyes closed as she rested, I carefully lifted her to lie down beside me so I could slip from the bed and check the closet.

Linda lay sprawled on her bare butt against the back wall under Larissa's hanging clothes, her shorts and panties around her ankles. Her face was flushed a beet red, covered in sweat, as she breathed heavily and deeply through parted lips. She looked up at me, her face blank, not seeming to know where she was as she continued gasping through her open mouth. I held out my hands for her, and after a moment she reached up to take them so I could pull her to her feet. Her legs trembled as she held on to my shoulders while I pulled up her panties and shorts. With my finger to my lips, I gave her a quiet "Shh," sound, and with my arm around her waist to keep her upright, I led her on trembling knees from the room, quietly closing the door behind us.

Back in the kitchen, I helped her to a chair, softly laughing as I knelt beside her, wiping back her hair from her soaking face. "I told you it was hot to watch," I said, kissing her forehead before rising to fetch a cup towel to dry her off.

"I had no idea...," Linda said, struggling for breath as I dried her face and neck.

"It's hot," I said, "I know it is. Have you ever seen anyone as sexy and hot as your daughter?"

"Never," Linda said, beginning to tremble from the coldness caused by sweat as her body began to cool.

"Me neither," I said, pulling her up so she could sit on my lap with my arms holding her tight to warm her. I chuckled. "She made your pussy catch on fire, didn't she?" I said.

"She did," Linda said, nestling down into me.

"I'll let you watch us some more," I said. "But now you know you have to let me have her whenever I want her, don't you?"

Linda thought about it before answering. "Yeah, I will," she said.

"That's my good girl," I said, lifting her chin so I could kiss her lips. I held her face toward mine, making her look at me. "You're mine now, Linda," I said softly, wrapping my hand around her inner thigh up against her crotch and gently squeezing. "All mine. You know that, don't you?"

She looked at me, thinking about what I said. "I know," she answered softly.

"I can do anything I want with you," I said. "I can fuck you when I want. I can do anything I want, and you have no choice. Nobody is ever going to know your dirty little secrets because you're mine now and I won't tell them. But you have to be a good girl for me; you have to do everything I tell you to do. You'll do that, won't you, be my good girl and do what I want you to do. I own you, body and soul. You're mine, and I will treat you good, better than you've ever been treated."

Her eyes watched me as I talked, absorbing what I was saying as she listened quietly. Her body gave a small tremble and she smiled at me. "I know," she said. "I will." We were talking and laughing when little Larissa came stumbling in, wiping the sleepiness from her eyes but dressed again. "Well, there you are," Linda laughed, holding out her arms for the girl. Picking her up, she kissed her cheek. "Did you have a nice nap?" she asked.

Larissa looked at me and giggled. "Uh-huh, I did," she answered. "It felt really good." She giggled toward me, and I laughed, sharing our little joke.


The Wrights went to Bill and Anne's for a family Thanksgiving, and I joined them Friday and Saturday before heading home Sunday morning. Little Larissa slept with me both nights I was there, and twice while I was there I pulled Linda into the bathroom and fucked her as her husband and the others sat in the den talking.

I wanted Larissa for a few days when school broke for the Christmas holidays, so I drove back to Waco. On the way over to Linda's house the morning of the last day of school, I stopped by a convenience store for a cup of coffee, and in the line at the cash register standing in front of me was a fat Mexican man buying a six-pack of beer. It was 9 o'clock in the morning and the man already smelled like a brewery.

Outside I caught up to him as he was getting into his old, beat up pickup and asked if he would sell me one beer for a dollar. I had no interest in the beer, but it gave me the chance to sit down beside him in the pickup to drink the beer. I told him I was on my way to fuck this rich, pretty white lady because she loved to be fucked, the more the better, and soon we were both climbing out of his pickup to get in my vehicle to head over to Linda's house, leaving his pickup sitting there.

When she answered the door, Linda stood there bewildered. "Look, I brought a friend!" I said, leading my fat Mexican friend into the house. Linda stood in confusion as she looked first at the fat Mexican man, then at me, and then back to the fat Mexican whose hot, leering eyes traveled up and down her body while licking his lips hungrily. Her confused look turned to fear as she began to understand. "Oh no," she said, backing away from us and holding her hands out defensively, "Oh no, you can't," she said, her scared eyes travelling rapidly between the Mexican and me as she continued backing further and faster. "Oh no, I won't let you," she squealed, turning to run.

I caught her from behind, wrapping my arm around her waist to lift her from the floor and carry her. "It's okay, honey," I said, carrying her toward the bedroom as she shrieked, kicking and fighting. "We're just going to have some fun." Over my shoulder I told the Mexican as he followed along, "Don't worry, she likes acting like this. It turns her on to act like she's being raped. You'll see. She's a real slut."

In the bedroom, both my arms held her tightly from behind while she shrieked and squealed, kicking and squirming and fighting to break free as I managed to work her up into the bed. With my back against the headboard, my arms holding Linda between my outstretched legs as she fought and kicked, crying and sobbing and squealing, I told the fat Mexican, "She's okay. She's always like this. Get your clothes off and I'll hold her while you get her shorts and panties off, okay? She's got some really good pussy for you, you'll see."

Soon the naked fat Mexican was on his knees on the bed in front of Linda, grabbing at her kicking legs and it was work for both of us to wrestle the shorts and panties down over her kicking legs. Linda put up a valiant fight, continuing to shriek and cry, but finally we had them off and the Mexican, standing on his knees with an arm wrapping each leg to hold it, got his thick cock to her pussy hole, and with a violent thrust of his hips, drove the cock deep inside of her.

Linda screamed, and continued to scream as the fat Mexican began fucking her. I put my hand over her mouth to quieten her, telling her, "Just relax, honey," as I stroked back her hair, "let the man fuck you. Can you feel his big cock inside you? He's giving you a good fucking, just like you like." She was sobbing hysterically now and finally stopped fighting, so I removed my hand from her mouth, letting her cry as I watched the thick brown cock ramming up hard into her.

Within a dozen thrusts, the fat Mexican's back arched back into orgasm, his face contorted, and with a loud groan began pumping his cum into Linda. "You're making him cum, honey," I told Linda. "Feel his hot cum in your cunt? Doesn't it feel good?" Linda continued her sobbing cry as I looked up at the cumming Mexican. "Told you she had good pussy."

It wasn't 20 minutes before the Mexican's cock was hard again, and this time I was able to reach down and fondle Linda's clit while he fucked. His second fuck lasted much longer, and as he got closer, my fingers worked the swollen clit so that despite herself, Linda orgasmed with the fat Mexican.

Watching the pretty white lady orgasm was a real turn-on for the fat Mexican and his cock was ready for her again in no time, and this time I striped off Linda's t-shirt and bra, pushing her forward so the Mexican could dig his fat fingers into her small pert breasts. With only minimal help from me, Linda again went into orgasm, and seeing this the Mexican's lust shot up again and he pumped his 3rd load of hot cum into her. After that, I gave Linda to him so I could get up and stretch. It had been hard work getting Linda fucked.

I let him have her all he wanted, fucking Linda an incredible number of times all over the house and Linda could not keep herself from orgasming with each fucking which only made the Mexican want to fuck her more. About 2 o'clock that afternoon I carried him back to his pickup so Linda would have time to get cleaned up before Larissa got home from school.

The next time I was in Waco, I had Linda dress up to go out for the evening, and then took her to an area called The Strip which is lined with honkey-tonks. In her nice clothes, she stood out among all the cowboys and cowgirls, and I let a couple of drunken cowboys fuck her all they wanted. After that, Linda accepted things, and on the way back to the honkey-tonks the next night, I could see the lust in her eyes. She was beginning to enjoy being owned. That summer I kept little Larissa at my place twice, each time for a couple of weeks, and I continued to have her whenever I wanted her as she grew up.


All that was 15 years ago, and I still own Linda today. For the first year or two, I used Linda fairly often, mostly to get me all of Larissa's little friends, but since then we have slowed down and she instigates our sessions more often than I do. She is still the church lady, such a pious, goody-goody two shoes that Bill gets tired of in a hurry now that Anne has died. She wears that pious goodness constantly, still prideful of her reputation as a well-dressed, dignified, respectable lady, but when I come to get her, her lips are already dry with her tongue circling them as I walk in the door. Linda enjoys having a chance to let the wicked, lustful little animal insider her come out to play, and she can do that, live out her wildest fantasies, with a clear conscience because, as she tells herself, she has no choice.

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