Subject: Closing the Deal
Story Codes: MF adultery incest father daughter mother daughter cousins
Diary Date: May 26, 2006
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Realtors use all sorts of gimmicks to sell homes and my Aunt Linda is no
exception. In her case, however, she offers a special "deal" most buyers
can't refuse (especially the men). When that's not enough to close the
deal, her daughter Kristi is there to help out. This time she was facing
a critical deal with a difficult client. With her job on the line, she
asked me if I wouldn't mind helping out. Of course I agreed!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Aunt Linda the Realtor
Chapter 2 - Fun With Kristi
Chapter 3 – More Fun With Aunt Linda and Cousin Kristi
Chapter 4 – Making Up to Daddy
Chapter 5 – Helping Out My Aunt
Chapter 1 – Aunt Linda the Realtor
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My Aunt Linda is a couple of years younger than my mom. Unlike my mom,
who has been happily married for over twenty years, my aunt divorced her
husband after just a few years. She had told her future husband
everything about her incestuous relationship with her dad and sister so
once they were married, she continued to have sex with them. Apparently
her husband didn't deal with it as well as he had promised. Fortunately,
my father is much more secure and understanding. Knowing how close my
mom and her dad were, he never interfered although he never got involved
either.
Now a single mother and unemployed, in order to support herself my Aunt
Linda became a licensed realtor and over the years has done pretty well
for herself. Granted, with only one income and it being unpredictable
given the cutthroat competition, she wasn't rich by any means but it was
usually enough to keep her and my Cousin Kristi under a roof and fed. I
knew my parents occasionally helped out but it wasn't something we made a
big deal out of or even discussed. It was just something families did
for each other and I was brought up that your family is the most
important thing in the world.
As a single woman, Aunt Linda dated and I always knew she was a bit of a
flirt, to put it nicely. She has always had a great figure which she
doesn't hesitate to show off with the shortest skirts and tightest tops
although she knew the limits. She dressed her age, maybe pushing the
boundaries a little, and wasn't into this weird thing where mom's try to
dress like their teenage daughters.
Like all realtors, Aunt Linda was looking for an edge. Some used corny
slogans and ad campaigns, others discounted their pricing, you name it.
As for my aunt, my mom waited until she thought I was old enough to
understand so it wasn't until I was twelve that I learned the real reason
she wore provocative clothing to work.
After the divorce, Kristi and her mom shared a bedroom – and a bed. As
Kristi got older, she continued to sleep with her mom. As I got older
and started noticing more things, I wondered where Kristi slept when her
mom brought home one of her boyfriends. Of course, I never even dreamed
that maybe Kristi didn't have to worry about where to go.
Although my cousin I masturbated together which was no big deal really,
as like most girls I did the same with my friends at sleepovers and such.
Other than maybe sharing a boyfriend we never did anything seriously
together until I was nineteen. It wasn't until l was nineteen and found
out that my dad was fucking Kristi while I was away at school that Kristi
and I "got physical" with one another. It wasn't until then that I
learned "the rest of the story" about Kristi's relationship with her mom.
It was one of those things that seemed so obvious once you knew about it,
but the truth is that until then, I never thought for one second that
they were doing it.
It wasn't long afterwards that Kristi confided in me how over the last
couple of years she had been "helping" her mom with some of her house
sales. Apparently having a sexy middle age woman wasn't enough to
"sweeten" the deal for some guys; but throw in her teenage daughter and
well, when it was a close decision between two homes and two realtors,
you can guess which one landed the deal!
So now I was officially a college graduate, coming home with my degree in
hand, ready to conquer the world. Other than some tests I had to take to
qualify to teach in Pennsylvania, my summer was looking to be pretty much
free. Once the local schools let out I figured I might do some tutoring
so I would have some spending money of my own; but for the first couple
of weeks all I had planned was to rest and relax without the pressure of
knowing I had to return to school in the fall.
Chapter 2 – Fun With Kristi
===========================
One afternoon shortly after getting home, I was over at my cousin's, just
to visit and catch up on the local gossip. We were sitting at the
kitchen table, her with one of her strange tea mixtures and me with my
usual Diet Coke, when her mom rushed in through the front door. She
passed by the kitchen and seeing me there, waved hello, but then hurried
up the stairs to their bedroom. Kristi and I looked at each other,
puzzled at what was going on, but neither of us had a clue.
About fifteen minutes later, my aunt came back downstairs and stopped by
the kitchen, taking a few moments to chat with us this time.
"Sorry girls, I have to meet client for a last minute appointment.
They're interested in that executive home over behind the industrial park
and I think I've almost got the deal."
"Wow mom," Kristi smiled, "You've been trying to sell that one for
months! Congratulations!"
"Well, it's not a done deal yet! But I think with just a little more
'persuasion' I can get the husband to sign the papers."
Kristi and I looked at each other and grinned. We both knew what she
meant when she said "persuasion". She had obviously rushed home to
change clothes. Looking at her, I held my breath at how hot she looked.
Damn, her usual outfits were pretty risqué but this one was over the top.
She had changed into a skirt that was little more than a hemline (her
legs were one of her best assets, even at 39) and a blouse that looked
like she took it from Kristi's rack and somehow shoehorned herself into
it. The top buttons were undone, including the one in her cleavage.
As tight as the blouse was, she couldn't have buttoned them even if she
had wanted to and the remaining ones looked like they would pop any
second under the strain. She had a boob lift about a year ago and so
even without a bra, her bobs looked almost as perky as mine and her
nipples were clearly visible through the thin white fabric. A red thong
(the skirt was so short that it was easy to see, even when she was
walking) barely covered her trimmed pussy. A pair of four inch shiny
black heels finished it off.
"Whoa!," I said admiringly, "Wow Aunt Linda, you look really incredible!
So how old is the guy? Is it with just him or his wife too?"
I had a thousand more questions but those would do for a start. Actually
I was feeling a little jealous. It had been quite a while since I had a
man cheat on his wife to have me and now my aunt was going out to have
all the fun – and make a commission on it as well!
"Well, he's 38 and yes he's married although his wife's back in Philly
for the weekend. She was out here all last week but had something to
take care of back home with one of their kids so she left it up to him to
make a final decision."
From what my aunt had told me in the past, I knew it was quite unusual
for a wife to leave such a major decision up to her husband. This,
although my aunt didn't directly say so, I assumed that their decision
must be down to two homes, either of which his wife was willing to
accept. That meant that the big question was now whether or not my aunt
could persuade this guy to buy her house over the other one. As the
asking price was over a million dollars, it was easy to see why she
didn't want to leave anything up to chance so if there was any way she
could get an advantage over her competition, I knew she would do it (so
long as it was legal).
"Hey, I'll tell you all about it when I get back but I need to run," she
said, sounding a little panicky as she looked at her watch. "He's got an
appointment with another realtor this evening and I'd love to have him
make up his mind before then."
She reached over and kissed us both on the lips. Mmmmmmm, she smelled
good! I couldn't help but envy the guy. It was rare that I did anything
with my Aunt but that had didn't mean I wasn't attracted to her. My Aunt
was hot, even at her age, and she could be a lot of fun during those rare
times when we did get together. It was times like this I was jealous of
Kristi!
After she left, Kristi and I joked about the odds that this poor guy
could resists her mother's charms. She then told me about the last guy
her mom had to "persuade" to ink a deal and how she had helped out. As
it turned out, the guy had this fantasy to have a mother-daughter thing
and my mom had just the deal for him! Kristi was rubbing herself before
she was done telling me the story as she recalled how she and her mom had
fucked the guy together.
As I watched Kristi rubbing herself through her denim shorts, I found
myself getting that familiar twinge between my legs that I get I am
feeling even hornier than usual. Once again I found myself feeling a bit
jealous of my younger cousin. Being married, my mother would never do
anything with another guy and me so anything regarding such a mother-
daughter thing would always remain a fantasy for me.
Kristi must have noticed my own hand going to work on me as she grinned
at me and giggled.
"Hmmmmmm, I think somebody's a little hornier than usual today!"
"Me?" I exclaimed, pretending to protest, "I think YOU were the one who
started touching herself first."
Kristi laughed more than giggled this time.
"Yeah, guilty as charged. So why are we just sitting at the table
talking about it? C'mon, let's go upstairs."
When Kristi said she wanted to "go upstairs", I knew what she was really
saying was, "Let’s go upstairs and fuck each other's lights out." For
Kristi, sex was never a casual affair; she always brought her "A" game.
Both of us were giggling like little school girls as we raced up the
stairs, shedding our clothes on the steps as we went up. Arriving naked
in their bedroom, we flopped onto the queen-sized bed and immediately
turned to one another and hugged each other tight. Her body felt so
smooth and warm against mine as we pressed tightly together while we
kissed like two lovers back together again after a long separation. Her
lips were full and soft and I could smell the natural scent of her body
as we kissed. Our tongues met and toyed with each other’s as our breasts
pressed tightly together. Her boobs are barely a B cup while mine have
developed slowly (God, how slowly!) into a full C but her nipples were
big and rigid as mine.
"God I missed you," I whispered in her ear as we broke apart to catch our
breath.
"Mmmmmmm, you know it," she replied and then kissed me again before I
could say anything. She certainly wasn't wasting any time as I felt her
hands roaming over my bare body, quickly zeroing in on my ass. It felt
good when she grabbed my butt in her hand and squeezed it tightly.
"Mmmmmmm, you know, I've always thought you had the best ass in the
family," she said with a smile on her face.
In response, I reached down and grabbed her petite butt in my hand and
gave her a squeeze of my own in response. It felt so smooth and firm!
"Yeah, tell that to all the guys staring at yours when we're together!"
"Oh sure, like they're not staring at yours too! Do you know why I like
yours the best?"
I just looked at her and she giggled out loud as her hand worked its way
around until she was cupping my pussy in her hand.
"Because your pussy is on the other side!"
We both laughed at her silliness but then I couldn't help but moan softly
as her exploring hand reached my tender clit. She traced her finger
around it in small circles teasing me mercilessly.
"God Kristi... that feels soooooo good!"
From plenty of past experience, I knew what was to come but even so, it
still made my heart beat faster as she slid down the bed, licking my
neck, boobs, and then my stomach as she worked her way down my body.
More than any other girl I knew (even me), Kristi LOVED to eat pussy and
she was damn good at it. Other than my mom (OK, I admit I'm biased),
nobody in the world has ever even come close to making me feel the way
she does when settles down between my legs. Knowing her intent, I rolled
onto my back and spread my legs for her, waiting for her brilliant tongue
to reach in between my thighs.
"God, you don't know how many mornings I did myself dreaming of you
licking me," I sighed as she put her face in my crotch and her tongue
started to lick my pussy.
She was actually laying opposite to me, such that her own pussy was close
to my shoulder but I knew she wanted just to lick me, at least to start
with, so I concentrated on how good it felt to have her mouth working on
me. After a few minutes of bliss, her head twisted until she could look
me in the eyes and her wet face smiled up at me.
"I LOVE your pussy Kelly," she whispered softly, licking her lips slowly
for me to see. "You taste so fucking sweet!"
Well, I know exactly how my pussy tastes and while I love it too, "sweet"
isn't exactly how I would describe it but I knew what she meant. She
turned her attention back to my pussy and grabbed my clit between her
lips, softly tugging on it while she used the tip of her tongue to run
over it inside of her mouth. My back arch instinctively as my pussy
responded, sending a rapid series of intense pleasurable impulses
coursing out through my body. Her upper arm reached around and again she
gripped my ass firmly with her hand, pulling on me, hinting at me to
twist over on my side.
Rolling over onto my side, I kept my upper leg up so it would be easy for
her to keep her face between my legs. At the same time, she took her
upper leg and lifted it up and over such that she was straddling my head.
I took a deep breath and stared at her damp pussy which was now less than
an inch from my face. The natural odor of her crotch was overwhelming as
I turned my head to bring my tongue even closer to the source. While
sometimes she experimented with different looks, today her pussy was
shaved completely bare, looking as smooth and clean as a ten year-old
girl's. My tongue touched her gingerly at first and then glided over her
silky skin as I worked my way to her pussy slit.
I was just about to kiss her clit when she put her arm further around my
butt and pushed a finger into my pussy as she kept sucking on my clit.
The intense pleasure I felt as she wiggled her finger in me while at the
same time using her tongue like a magic wand on my clit caused me to gasp
loudly. It was so intense I couldn't concentrate on keeping my mouth on
her until the initial sensations had finally subsided.
"Oh Kristi!" was all I could get out as she gently tugged on my clit.
Damn, I wanted so badly to lick her! With her mouth on me, though, it
was all but impossible to concentrate on anything else. Finally, I
parted her pussy lips with my tongue and tasted her pretty pussy, taking
in deep breaths as I smelled her wonderful little cunt which seemed to
only enhance the pleasant flavor of her pussy. Just as I was about to
make it to her pussy hole, I was forced to pull back as my entire body
suddenly went rigid, automatically reacting to whatever she was doing to
me now.
"Oh... my... god! What are you doing Kristi?" I barely managed to gasp.
Indeed, what the hell WAS she doing? Well, I mean, I knew what she was
up to but at the same time, I couldn't believe she was doing it. My
petite slut of a cousin had pushed a finger up my asshole such that now
she had one in my pussy and another in my ass.
Now anyone who knows me has to know that I am NOT a fan of anal sex. If
someone wants to lick my asshole or run their finger around the outside
of it, feel free and I admit to enjoying it (just don't touch me or kiss
me with whatever touched my asshole). However, when it comes to
penetration with anything larger, including a dick, my answer has always
been a definitive and consistent "NO!" Lord only knows how many guys
have tried to convince me otherwise but I have always stuck to my
principles. Oh sure, like just about everybody else I know I've
experimented a little in the shower with my finger. But at those times
it was MY finger and it was all under MY control, not to mention I could
wash myself off immediately afterwards. Just something about playing
where I poop just grosses me out!
Kristi was either ignoring me or she didn't hear me. In either case, she
wasn't responding or giving any indication she intended to so I knew it
was up to me to do something to stop her. Funny thing though – I didn't
really WANT her to stop! Kristi's hands are really small and thus her
fingers are considerably smaller than mine so it wasn't like some guy as
trying to ram a hard cock up my butt or anything. In fact, after the
initial shock I was actually enjoying it! I could feel both her fingers
in me and I could even feel them touching against one another. As much
as I wanted to scream out and tell her how good it felt, there was the
matter of her beautiful pussy right in front of my face.
It was no use, as selfish as it sounds, I couldn't lick her while she was
doing what she was doing to me. The moment my tongue would reach out,
either her tongue would wrap around my clit or one of her fingers would
sip in or out of my asshole or pussy. Either way, it was impossible to
give her crotch the attention it so richly deserved and so I just let my
head roll back and closed my eyes as she continued to do wonders on my
pussy.
"Oh Kristi... don't stop... PLEASE don't stop... you're making me cum!."
Well, that probably ranked up there as one of the more obvious things I
could say under the circumstances. Kristi had more than enough
experience to gauge how close I was to an orgasm since after all, she was
responsible for quite a few of them. Still, it just made me feel better
somehow to say it out loud, to let her know who much I loved what she was
doing to me. It's like when my dad fucks me in that he doesn't have to
say he loves me but it still makes me feel good when he does.
"OH MY GOD!" I cried out as suddenly my orgasm nailed me like I'd been
hit with a monstrous baseball bat. The difference was that instead of
feeling pain all over my body, I was inundated with the most incredible
sensations any girl can possibly experience.
I moaned loudly, almost at the top of my lungs, crying out for Kristi to
keep licking my clit, to keep playing with my pussy and even my asshole.
I don't know if I was making any sense to her as it seemed I was just
babbling but I just couldn't shut my mouth as she continued to suck on my
pussy, driving me even harder into the outer realms of my orgasm.
Wrapping my arms around her tight little bottom, I pulled her tight into
me so her pussy was pressing hard into my face. It felt good to have my
face pressed tightly against her.
As I peaked my pussy literally let loose a torrent of cum as my orgasm
continued on unabated. Kristi was relentless to the point of being
merciless, driving me even deeper into some sexual universe where nothing
existed except my throbbing pussy and her tenacious mouth. God, did she
ever knew how to lick a pussy! I have absolutely no idea how long this
went on but eventually I returned to earth, determined more than ever to
please her in kind. She may be the ultimate pro when it comes to pussy
licking, but I'm no amateur myself. Now it was MY turn to drive HER
nuts. Pay-back time! Suffice to say we traded back and forth this way
for what seemed like forever. Each of us had cum several times by now
and finally we were both simply so exhausted we were simply sprawled on
our backs, side by side on the bed. We both were panting so hard that
someone coming in right now might think we had just finished a marathon.
"I love you Kristi!" I said softly, my eyes closed as our sweaty bodies
rubbed up against each other.
"I love you too Kelly," she whispered back in a low voice..
It was a sweet and heartfelt exchange, just two cousins relaxing after an
incredible girl-on-girl action. It was great to be home again!
Chapter 3 – More Fun With Aunt Linda and Kristi
===============================================
We must have fallen asleep or something because suddenly her mom was
standing at the end of the bed and I had no idea when she had come in.
"Well, glad to see the two of you have been having a good time. At least
SOMEBODY did!"
Now that didn't sound like something she would be saying right after
closing a million dollar sale. As it turned out, she hadn't. Kristi and
I listened quietly as she fumed.
"God damn bastard. He said if I let him fuck me he'd sign the deal.
Well, guess where the dickhead is now?"
Somehow I didn't think she really wanted an answer to that and so I just
stayed quiet. Sure enough, she was answering herself before long.
"Asshole's looking at the other place, probably screwing that little
whore from ERA, what's her name anyway – Allison?"
She was pacing back and forth now. Her hair was a bit out of place but
that was the only thing that hinted at any special "deals" she may have
been working out with the guy earlier.
"Well, was he a good fuck at least?" Kristi blurted out, trying to defuse
the situation a little but unfortunately, her attempts at humor were a
little mistimed and served only to set her mom off on another tirade.
"Was he good? Crap, bastard could barely get it up. Blamed it on his
blood pressure pills. Bullshit."
"But Aunt Linda, what makes you so sure he's going to buy the other
place," I asked. "Maybe he's just trying to get another free piece of
ass?"
"Who knows? It's just I wanted to close this one quick. Crap, I REALLY
need the numbers. The month of May has been a real bitch and my boss has
been on my case about it big time."
"Well, can I help?" Kristi offered. From the way she licked her lips
unconsciously I knew what kind of "help" my nympho cousin was offering.
God, what a slut she was. I bet she was already thinking about what kind
of BJ she would be giving him.
To be fair, it really was a bigger deal for Kristi than you might think
as she really wasn't into older guys (older defined as anyone older than
her). Sure, she lets my dad fuck her but that's because he's her uncle,
not because she would do him otherwise. So far as I know, she hasn't
even fucked my Uncle Jim. Yep, Kristi was WAY more into younger guys.
College boys were the limit normally and I knew she was REALLY turned on
by the younger ones.
Sometimes it truly concerned me when she told me about some of her
exploits. She was over eighteen now and if she was caught with some
fourteen or fifteen year old boy things could prove a bit interesting.
For some reason, though, she didn't seem to care. She wasn't concerned
about her "reputation" in the same way I was as she never was going to
have to apply for a job teaching kids. My mom's guess is that she will
marry some rich guy and be his trophy wife but sometimes I wondered if
she wasn't going to be some awesome porn star.
"Hey, how about me instead?" I heard myself say, as if I was detached
from my body and listening in on myself. It wasn't even something I
thought about before blurting it out. Yet once it was out there, it
seemed like the right thing to do. After all, I was the one who was into
older guys – especially the married ones.
After the initial shock of my outburst, I realized that this was perfect
for me in that it would be just a one-time thing. The primary reason I
enjoyed being with married men wasn't that they were such great fucks.
It was more about the thrill I got from them cheating on their wives,
committing adultery to have me. I'm not talking about swingers or "open
marriages". After all, if the wife consents then what's the big deal?
No, what gets me off is driving a guy over the edge to where he abandons
his wedding vows because I am so sexy and desirable.
"Really? Would you really be in interested in that sort of thing,
Kelly?" my aunt asked, looking at me with a bit if surprise, "I mean, you
DO know what kind of help I need, don't you?"
I couldn't help but giggle a little at that. Where did she come up with
THAT one? My aunt knew all about me and the things I've done so there
shouldn't be any question in her mind that I would be interested.
Meanwhile, Kristi was looking a little miffed.
"You OK with that Kristi?" I asked.
"Yeah, I guess so. He's a little ancient for me anyway. I've never
figured out why you like the old farts."
Turning back to my aunt, I took a deep breath, lifted my shoulders and
let them drop dramatically as I exhaled slowly and forcefully. "OK then,
it's settled. So what exactly do you want me to do?"
My aunt grinned at me and sat in the edge of the bed next to me. She
reached out and started to run her hand over my cool naked body, letting
her fingers drag along lightly behind, raising goose bumps on my smooth
skin.
"Hmmmmmm, I know what I'd LIKE you to do right now," she purred, running
her index finger in circles around my hardening nipples. She pinched my
nipple gently between her fingers, pulling on it a bit and then releasing
it, letting it snap back into place.
There's just something about having an older woman touch me and caress me
that makes me want to melt. It's the same when I feel my mom or her best
friend against me. Not that I don't enjoy being with younger girls like
Kristi, not at all. It's just "different" is the only way I can describe
it. There is more a sense of intimacy versus sexuality, perhaps more of
a nurturing feel to it by having an older woman attend to me that brings
back memories of my childhood when my mom would hold me or caress me when
I was feeling down and lonely. When Kristi touched me, I knew it was
really more for her own enjoyment and pleasure. With Aunt Linda, I
sensed it was more about her concern and love for me as it was for her
own self-fulfillment.
I laid back with my eyes closed, forgetting all about whatever tasks she
had for me with her client and just concentrated on her light touch. Her
fingers ran up and down me, over my boobs, down my stomach, passing
quickly over my pussy and then down one inner thigh to return up the
other. Indeed, it did take me back to when I was just a little girl.
Someone would tease me or make me feel bad and when I got home my mom
would run her hands over me in much the same way as my aunt was now,
soothing me and relaxing me, helping me to forget whatever it was that
was bothering me. One little difference between then and now was that
back then there wasn't anything sexual about it, at least not for me.
Well, that certainly wasn't the same tonight!
Aunt Linda's hand settled on one of my boobs and then stopped moving for
a moment. I cracked open an eye and couldn't help but smile at the
stunning sight in front of me. Kristi had gotten off the bed while I was
distracted and was now standing between my aunt's legs, leaning over and
kissing her mom. Even if I hadn't known their long incestuous history,
it would have been obvious to anyone seeing this that this wasn't their
first rodeo. What made it so erotic was that it wasn't exaggerated or
put on, just two women demonstrating their intense love for one another
in a gentle, sexual exchange.
I didn't dare say anything that might break the mood of the moment. The
room was completely silent except for the light sounds of their lips
touching. I watched as Kristi's mom put her free arm around her
daughter's gorgeous nude body, pulling her in closer until Kristi was
sitting on her mom's lap. It may not have been as innocent as back in
the days when Kristi was a little girl (well, if they were EVER innocent
to start with), but the same feelings and emotions that only a mother and
her daughter can feel for one another were there. Kristi had one arm
around her mom's neck while the other hand was fumbling with her mom's
blouse, unbuttoning it and pulling it open.
Aunt Linda wasn't wearing a bra, no surprise given the semi-transparent
nature of her blouse, and her exposed boobs looked fantastic. Any signs
of her lift from last year were gone as if evaporated and her boobs once
again had the perkiness of a woman half her age. It wasn't like she
needed a boob job THAT bad but as she approached her late thirties she
became more aware of the growing impact of age on her body and longed for
her lost youth. My mom had confided in me that she had declined
implants, happy with being a solid C cup naturally. Anything larger
would have looked odd anyway and I have never understood why small women
go for the big boob look that just screams "fake".
Kristi bent over and took her one of her mom's boob in her mouth. I bit
my lip as I heard my aunt sigh and put her head back, eyes closed as she
enjoyed the touch of her daughter's tongue. After what Kristi had done
to me just a little while ago, I knew exactly what she was experiencing
and I didn't blame her one bit for expressing her feelings.
"Oh Kristi baby," I barely heard her murmur as Kristi took her nipple
lightly between her teeth and pulled gently but firmly on it, letting it
snap back after she had tugged.
Well, who would blame me for touching myself while I watched this
incredible scene? While I knew (today at least) that Kristi and her mom
had been doing it together since she was a little girl, I didn't actually
get to see them like this all that often so it was a treat for me to
watch. It reminded me in a way of when my mom and I got together. As I
played with my pussy I imagined my mom joining us and it was her mouth on
my pussy rather than my hand.
Aunt Linda still had her arm around Kristi still but now she was cupping
her daughter's perky little boob instead of her ass. Kristi was going
from one boob to the other with her mouth. At times she just sucked on
the nipples and then at others she would suck and lick all over her mom's
breast.
I wiggled over more to the center of the bed to give them more room which
allowed my aunt to lean back and turn so she was lying next to me. Her
blouse was completely unbuttoned now which let it lay open such that her
beautiful new boobs pointed up to the ceiling. Kristi was grinning from
ear to ear as she reached under her mom's short skirt and pulled her lacy
black panties down and over her feet, taking her heels off in the process
(why do the porn whores keep their shoes on in bed anyway?). The next
thing to slide down her sexy legs was the skirt, leaving her nude except
for the open blouse which nobody seemed to care about.
Kristi settled in between her mom's legs, her mouth planted on my aunt's
hairy pussy. When I say hairy, I don't mean a heavy bush like my mom
sometimes lets her grow into, but a full covering of black hair she keeps
trimmed to maybe an inch or so at most. Frankly, I liked it better that
way. Something about a woman who is almost forty having a clean pussy is
a bit creepy for me.
Determined not to just lay there and masturbate while they had all the
fun, I turned my attention to my aunt's lovely boobs now that Kristi had
deserted them. Feeling the soft but firm flesh in my mouth, I was glad
she didn't go the implant route. Her nipples were rock hard and poking
out like a baby's bottle for me to suck on. It was hard to believe that
these were the same boobs and nipples that had nursed my cousin so many
years ago. Actually, it was the same way I felt sometimes when I suck on
my mom's boobs, trying to imagine myself doing the very same thing so
many years before.
Kristi got up for a second and went to the dresser where she pulled
opened the top drawer. I could hear her rummaging through some things
and when she returned she was holding the most awesome looking dildo.
Although I rarely use one, I still appreciate them and this one was
especially large. It was shaped looked like a big dick, with balls and
everything, just no hair. Outside of porn movies, I had never seen any
guy even come close to the length and girth of this baby!
Kristi sucked on the dildo, wetting it in her mouth and then spread her
mom's pussy apart with one hand while she worked the dildo into her wet
cunt with the other. Amazingly, it slid in relatively easily, although
my aunt gasped when the giant head first passed through her opening. I
couldn't imagine taking such a monster in me but then I guess when I am
almost twice my current age I will probably be taking big cocks like that
without thinking it was splitting me in two as well.
As Kristi fucked her mom with the dildo, her eyes looked upward so she
could watch me suck on her mom's boobs like a newborn baby. I was being
more gentle with them than she had, licking them and sucking on them
softly, using my tongue more than anything else.
"Suck on them harder," Kristi suggested, "She likes it when you're a bit
rough with them."
Well, who should know better than her own daughter? I gripped her
nipples between my teeth and bit down. Not too hard but more than I
ordinarily would. I was rewarded with as gasp from my aunt and so I bit
down even more. I let off a bit then, afraid I might be hurting her as
if someone had been biting down on MY nipples that hard I probably would
have smacked them on the side of the head!
"That's OK, feels good," Aunt Linda gasped, her hips starting to bounce
on the bed as she reacted to the dildo in her pussy.
I squeezed her boob in my hand, sucking hard on the nipple and then all
around it with my mouth at the same time. Kristi had almost the entire
dildo in her mom now and I was amazed to see how much of it had
disappeared inside of her. Well, her mom certainly seemed to love it as
her hips bounced like she was being fucked harder than ever in her life.
I couldn't help but grin as she reminded me of her sister – my mom. My
mom had a drawer in her night stand that was practically filled with
dildo's of all shapes and sizes. She had offered it to me to use when I
started masturbating but for whatever reason, the gene wasn't passed on
to me and I rarely took her up on her offer. Watching Aunt Linda, I
could only imagine what I had been like in their bedroom at times when
they were growing up!
"Oh fuck me!" she cried out, to no one in particular but rather just a
general cry for more.
It had to be hard to be her age, her sex drive still as strong as ever,
and not have a husband to fuck her every day. I remembered when I was
growing up that there were times when she would stop by our house for no
apparent reason and just look at my dad. He seemed to know what she
wanted and they would disappear for a while. When I got older I learned
that those were the times when she just HAD to have it and all she wanted
was for my dad to do her, no foreplay or anything.
It wasn't until I left for college and had to go long periods without a
guy that I truly understood how she just had a NEED for a real dick.
It's hard to explain – how would you explain hunger to someone?
According to my mom and Kristi, she dated quite a bit but with today's
club scene a woman had to be careful.
"Oh... My... God!!" she practically screamed as her orgasm finally took
hold.
Again, I found myself comparing her to her sister, AKA my mom. When my
mom cums, I can tell more because of how quiet she gets than anything
else. My mom loves to talk dirty when she is being fucked but when she
cums, it's like all distractions have to be eliminated, even talking,
while she concentrates on her intense orgasm. My aunt's orgasm are just
the opposite. She really doesn't say all that much when she is being
fucked, but when she cums... THAT was a different story. No wonder my
dad loves fucking both of them, there was definitely an element of
diversity there.
When she started cumming she grabbed the dildo from her daughter and
started fucking herself with it. God she slammed it into herself hard!
I would never have dared beaten up on any woman's pussy, let alone my
own, the way she was treating hers now. God, I wouldn't be able to walk
afterwards!
When she was finally done, she laid on her back panting while her
daughter and niece snuggled up beside her. We traded kisses and just
lightly touched one another for what seemed like hours before I realized
how late it was. I hadn't brought over anything to stay the night, plus
I hadn't told me mom that I would, so I wanted to get home before it got
any later. I gathered my stuff and kissed them good night, leaving them
in each other's arms in the soft light from the street. Wow, talk about
a loving mother-daughter relationship!
Chapter 4 – Making Up to Daddy
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When I got home, my parents were in the basement family room watching TV.
My mom was the first to react to my entrance.
"Oh, you're home. I was about to call and see if you were staying the
night."
I knew she was just giving me a hard time so I grinned and sat down at my
usual place on the end of the couch. I explained quickly how my Aunt's
sale had gone south and my mom nodded.
"Yeah, I knew she was worried about that one. You know, she could lose
her job if it doesn't sell soon."
Damn! All Aunt Linda had said was that her boss was upset, nothing about
getting fired. No wonder she was so worked up over the deal. My mom
took a closer look at me and grinned.
"So let me guess, the two of you made her feel better?"
A sly grin from me told her all she needed to know, as if any
confirmation was really needed. The I spoke up and told her about how
she had asked me to help her with the deal tomorrow. My parents
reactions were exactly as I would have predicted they would be. My dad
perked up and was smiling, saying something about getting it tape, while
my mom didn't appear to be nearly as thrilled with the idea. My dad just
sat there with this big grin on his face while my mom was the first to
respond.
"Well, if you DO get involved in anything like that, you had better be
careful young lady. You of all people should know what can happen when
you go out with strangers on business."
"Oh mom!" I whined. I knew exactly what she was referring to - my brief
foray into the world of escorting a few years ago. The first few guys
were fun but then I was technically raped (long story), by the last guy
after which I quit while I was ahead. So far as I was concerned, the
whole thing had taught me a valuable lesson.
"Well, I'm not saying you shouldn't do it, just be careful, that's all,'
she said, determined to have the last word.
One thing you could say for my mom, as conservative as she may seem at
first, she still allowed me to learn things for myself most of the time.
Although she might not approve of everything I did, most times she
wouldn't interfere. The only time she used her parental veto power was
when she knew it was would probably harm me and I was just too naïve or
inexperienced to know better. As she would tell me, stepping in a pile
of shit is a learning experience but you don't need to fall off a cliff
for someone to teach you that it's bad for you.
From the look in my dad's eyes, I think he was keen on hearing more about
what the three of us had done over at my cousin's house earlier but I was
tired and excused myself to go up to my bedroom. It was still pretty
early, especially by my normal routine, but I was tired and the next day
promised to be interesting, to say the least.
Once I climbed it up the two stories of stairs to my bedroom, and after a
brief pit stop at the bathroom, I finally made it to my bedroom where
turned off the lights and dropped my clothes to the floor. My mother
hated it when I did that but at the moment I was too tired to care. My
head hit the pillow and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was to be
sleep – or so I thought.
With the curtains closed my bedroom was almost pitch black except for the
light coming in from the doorway that originated downstairs so you can
understand why I didn't see him when he first came in. In fact, the only
reason I was forewarned was the tell-tale squeak of our old hardwood
floors as he stepped quickly into my bedroom. There was only one person
who would be coming into my room this late at night and I smiled as my
dad sat down on the bed beside me. He reached out and pulled the
bedcovers back from me, exposing my nude body to the cool night air.
"Oh daddy, I'm sorry," I said softly to him, turning over on my back for
him, in the same sort of submissive manner my dog does when it turns on
its back for me.
He understood what I meant. It wasn't that I was sorry that he was in my
room. In no way was I hinting at refusing him in some way as for me,
THAT would have been unforgivable. Since that first time he took me in
this very bed almost six years ago I have NEVER turned him away, no
matter how I felt or where we were, so why would I do that tonight? The
reason I was sorry was for getting him turned on and horny downstairs
with my rendition of the day’s events and then not taking care of him
properly like any decent daughter would have done. Putting yourself
ahead of your father's needs and desires is not how I was raised and I
felt ashamed at my thoughtlessness.
"Oh baby, I hope you don't mind but I've been thinking about what you
were saying and I just couldn't wait until tomorrow. Damn it, I just
HAVE to have you now." He paused and took a breath and then continued,
"God Kelly, I was getting SO turned thinking about what you did!"
Well, what was I suppose to say after that? How could I even dream of
telling him that I didn't want him to fuck me now? Sure my mom gets away
with pushing him away when she isn't in the mood, but then she is his
wife and partner. As his daughter, I had an obligation to fulfill, even
at time like this when I was so tired that sex was about the last thing
on my mind.
"It's OK daddy... I want you too," I replied, trying not to sound
hesitant or in away hint that I might not want him to do me. It's not
like I didn't WANT him to, it was just I was so tired I was just having a
hard time getting myself revved up for it. That's not to say I wasn't
feeling more than a little bit hornier each minute as I saw how much he
wanted me.
"Mmmmmmm, that's my girl," he murmured as he climbed in top of me. He
was naked, that much was obvious as his hard dick was rubbing against my
smooth stomach as he leaned over me. There was something in his voice
that hinted at the lust inside of him. Sometimes I have wondered if I
ever DID say no to him if he would be able to stop himself once he got
this far along. I doubted I would ever find out but still, it was
interesting to contemplate.
As he lowered himself down on top of me I could feel the thick hair on
his chest tickle my bare boobs although he was careful to keep the
majority of his weight off of me. His lips gently kissed the side of my
neck as his tongue licked and tickled me. He slowly worked his way up to
my ear and then over to my mouth where we remained lip-locked for the
longest time, forging a special bond that can exist only between a father
and his daughter.
"Oh Kelly, I want to fuck you so bad," he whispered in my ear. "Do you
want me to fuck you?"
"Yes daddy, I want it," I whispered in reply, trying desperately not to
yawn as the sudden urge to do so struck me. My body was still trying to
tell me to sleep but my mind was wanting more of my dad with each passing
second.
"Fuck me daddy," I said seductively, "You know you can do anything you
want to Me... ANYTHING. Just prove you love me and I’m yours."
Those last statements of mine should be enough to tell anyone just how
special my father was to me. Why else would I ask him to do such a
thing, to commit the ultimate act of incest with his daughter? Even more
special to me was submitting myself to him. There isn't another man in
this world to whom I could say such a thing – and mean it. My dad is the
only man that I trust enough to give myself to completely without
reservation. Of course I have said those same words to many men but that
was just to turn them on. So far, my dad is the ONLY man whom I have
ever truly trusted in this way. There isn't a doubt in my mind that when
I get married my husband will join the list – if not I'm shouldn't be
marrying him!
What makes me feel safe and secure is knowing that even though I tell my
dad he can do anything he wanted, I know without a doubt in my mind that
he would NEVER take advantage of my offer to do anything he knew I didn't
want to. For example, take anal sex. While I know my dad wouldn't mind
doing it, he also knows that I want no part of it and so he would never
ask me to do it, even though technically I had told him he could do
whatever he wanted to me. It means a LOT to me to trust my dad that much
which probably is one of the biggest reasons it means so much to me when
he fucks me.
My dad must have been turned on even more than I had realized as he was
so horny he didn't even bother groping me before he had his cock
positioned at my pussy's doorstep, ready to push it into me whether I was
ready or not. Of course, knowing me as well as he did, I am sure he
wasn't worried that somehow I would NOT be ready for him!
"Oh yeah," he groaned as he leaned into me, driving his rigid dick deep
into my waiting pussy, "Here it comes baby."
"Oh daddy!" I moaned in response as I felt his swollen cock head split me
apart, forcing its way into my tight wet pussy.
All thoughts of being tired were swept from my mind at the instant he
violated my innermost privacy. No matter how often he did it, this
moment, when my father first entered me, was always special to me. He
was pushing especially hard and before I knew it, he had slipped the
length of his hard shaft into my tight pussy and was grinding the hairy
base of his cock against the smoothness of my shaved pussy.
"God it feels so good to be in you, you're so damn tight" he sighed as he
rested on his elbows and held himself just above me with his dick buried
inside of me.
I could only imagine how it felt for him to feel my pussy gripping his
dick as it pulsed inside of me. What was going through his mind as his
daughter's pussy held him tight and her hips pressed up against him?
We simply stayed coupled like this for a while, just enjoying the feeling
of being joined together as one. I could have stayed like this all
night, just enjoying the feel of his cock throbbing me with him over me,
in total control of me. Eventually, though, his male lust took over and
he began pumping his hard cock in and out of me in a slow rhythmic
motion. He would drive it in me in one smooth motion and then slowly
pull it out until the tip of it was barely in me and then repeat the
cycle over and over again. My boobs pressed against his hairy chest as
it pushed down onto them like some kind of human press. My nipples
tingled as his thick curly chest hair rubbed against them and teased
them.
"Mmmmmmm, fuck me daddy, fuck me good," I cried out loudly to him.
There was nobody else around to hear us except my mom, and she certainly
wouldn't care. Besides, I knew it turned him on when I talked to him
this way during sex. It made it easier in that I meant what I was
saying!
"Were you thinking of your daddy when you were licking your Kristi's
little pussy?"
"Oh daddy, you know I was. Mmmmmmm, I wanted you so badly. God, I
wanted you to fuck me... I wanted you to fuck all three of us."
One thing I learned starting back with the first boy I sucked - it never
hurt to soothe the fragile male ego. Truth be known, I had never thought
of my dad one second when I was with my cousin and her mom. I guess it
didn't matter if it really happened or not. In the end it was what he
believed that counted. Since I don't think any of us would have turned
him away, it was close enough to the truth anyway.
"Mmmmmmm, you like having your daddy's dick inside of you?"
"Oh daddy! You know I do!" I protested. I humped my hips upward to show
him just how much I did.
We kept up the sexual banter, consisting of different versions of him
asking me how I liked him to fuck me and me telling him how I did. I
know he loves me to tell him how much I want him to fuck me – heck, he
asks me to tell him all the time! I think it somehow makes him feel
better for me to always tell him so he knows he's not doing something I
don't want. I know my dad would NEVER do anything to hurt me or that I
didn't want to do. Like, isn't he just the most wonderful father on the
world?
"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!" he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut in the
dim light as it seemed he tried to hold back, trying to hold onto that
feeling inside of him just a little bit longer.
"Cum in me daddy…cum in my pussy," I begged him, trying to wrap my legs
around him to hold him inside of me. I knew the odds were heavily in
favor that he would but it never hurt to remind him. I love it when any
man cums inside of me but it was extra special with my dad and if I had
my way he would never cum anyplace else.
"Yeah, you want it, don't you?" he growled as his orgasm drew near. The
closer he came the more animal-like he would become. I could tell by the
tone of his voice he was to the point of no-return, that he couldn't stop
now even he wanted to, even if I asked him to. There was something about
this moment that always made my heart flutter, just something about how
it was now beyond our control and that what was going to happen couldn't
be stopped.
"Oh yeah! Fuck... take it!" he all but yelled as he violently slammed
himself deep inside of me and dumped his first load of his incestuous
sperm into me.
He must have been masturbating before, or maybe even taking care of my
mom, because I could barely feel the hint of warmth in me where he way
cumming. It's not like it's ever the strongest feeling in the world when
any man cums in me, but today I honestly wasn't sure if it a really him
or my overactive imagination. It didn't really matter as I knew no
matter how small the amount may be, he was still giving it to me, he was
still giving me something no other man in the world could – my own
father's sperm.
"Daddy... oh daddy, I love you so much," I said, starting to cry from how
I was feeling so close to him at that moment.
Although mostly tears of joy, there was perhaps a little bit of sadness
my thoughts suddenly shifted to my cousin and how she would never
experience this for herself. Sure, Kristi has fucked twice as many guys
as I have, but she will never know this feeling, this sense of total
submission and unconditional love as her father's dick lays throbbing
inside of her pussy after he has cum in her.
"Thank you baby…I really needed that," he whispered as he kissed me and
held me tightly against him. His cock was still in me but when we parted
lips he pulled it out and left me lying all alone on my bed. My pussy
continued to throb, as if he was still in me even though I knew from the
empty feeling that he wasn't.
Well, if I wasn't exhausted before, I certainly was now. As good as it
felt while he fucked me, once he left my room I couldn't hold my eyes
open and the next thing I knew it was bright daylight outside. One look
at the clock on my night stand and I was hopping out of bed. God, it was
almost noon and my aunt was suppose to pick me up at 1:00! Although we
had worked out a quick schedule as I was leaving the night before, it
wasn't much more than, "I'll pick you up at one," and so I had no idea
what to expect after that.
As I showered and shaved my legs and pussy, I found myself wondering why
my dad hadn't tried to fuck me again this morning. Apparently our late
night tryst must have been enough for him. Even so, I couldn't help but
giggle as I rubbed my freshly shaven pussy with soap – he usually wasn't
satisfied that easily!
Chapter 5 – Helping Out My Aunt
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Back in my room after drying my hair and throwing on some makeup, I
opened my closet door and stood naked in front of my open closet, trying
to decide what to wear. When you came down to it, I suppose I could have
just gone the way I was since odds were I would be losing whatever I put
on pretty quickly. However, there WERE other people around who might
object to me running around the neighbor in the nude, although I would
bet that wouldn't include most of the sons and fathers who stared at me
whenever they thought I wasn't looking.
Then inspiration struck me and I knew exactly what to do. It was so
obvious, how could I have not thought of it to start with? After all,
what fantasy seems to be on every guy's mind at one time or another? The
innocent little Catholic schoolgirl, of course. Just why guys get so
turned on by a short plaid skirt, sheer white blouse and white knee socks
I'll never really understand. All I DO know is there's never been a time
when a guy didn't trip over his tongue when he saw me in one of my
naughty schoolgirl outfits.
My dad had given me my first schoolgirl costume when I was only twelve
and I remember clearly to this day how excited I was when I opened the
box. Of course, I couldn't wait to show it off for him. Naturally he
got hard when he watched me posing in it and I knew that he masturbated
afterwards. At that age, though, I never associated his reactions with
any desire to actually have sex with me. So far as I was concerned, he
reacted just like any guy would have so I figured it was just his male
hormones at work. Needless to say, I learned later just how naïve I was
back then.
Of course I had outgrown that first outfit years my dad had bought me
many years ago but I still keep it around as a keepsake. He has taken me
to buy new ones over the years and I love the way I look in the latest
rendition. It just makes me feel so naughty to put it on and then tease
my dad with it. True, technically I'm a Presbyterian and I never wore a
uniform when I attended public schools, but who cares? Certainly not my
dad!
Another reason for choosing a "costume" over just a regular outfit was
the situation I knew I would be in later today. My aunt's client hadn't
asked for Kelly, he wanted a young slut and I was just playing a role.
If I dressed "normal", that would make it personal and he would have to
deal with the fact I was a real girl with feelings and emotions of my
own. However, if he was anything like my dad, I had a feeling whoever
this guy was today wouldn't care one bit who the girl in the costume was.
He wanted a fantasy girl, a schoolgirl slut, not Kelly. In a way, it was
a lot like back when I was doing my escorting gig. Back then I knew the
guys were lusting for the "whore" they considered me to be, not the sweet
little daddy's girl that I prefer to think of myself as being.
Wearing the outfit around town wasn't really an option, though, as it was
a little over the top in terms of how revealing it was. No sense risking
getting myself arrested for street walking so I packed it in a small
overnight bag along with some makeup and other essentials. It really
didn't matter what I wore to the house so I just threw on a pair of denim
shorts, a tank top and sneakers. I left my hair tied back in a ponytail
as I assumed I could change it around when I get to the house if need be.
I looked younger in a ponytail and something told me youth would be at a
premium today if my past experiences in similar situations were any
indication.
One last look in the mirror and I was bouncing down the stairs (quite
literally in fact if you consider I wasn't wearing a bra) and I took up a
seat in the kitchen to wait for my Aunt Linda to arrive. My mom was
fixing lunch for herself; evidently my dad was spending Saturday at the
office, as usual.
"So, you really sure you know what you're getting yourself into?"
"Oh mom, it's not like I've never done anything like this before."
"Well, Linda has a history of understating things at times. God, you
wouldn't believe some of the things she got me into when we were back in
school."
"Kristi didn't seem worried about it, Mom…and she's done it before so she
should know.
"Yeah but I talked to Linda this morning and she's really worried about
this one. I haven't seen her this frazzled for a long time. I'm just a
little concerned about what she may have promised this guy. I know my
sister and she doesn't always think things like this through."
Typical mom, always the one to keep things under control and in line.
She was always there when my dad and I would start goofing around,
policing us from doing anything we might regret later. I suppose she
must have done the same thing with her sister. It's interesting for me
to compare the relationship between me and my cousin Kristi to that
between my mom and her sister when they were our age or younger. I'm not
exactly the most conservative girl, in case you haven't figured that out,
but Kristi sometimes makes me look like a prude. She's the type that
will do most anything on a dare and I mean ANYTHING. I guess it makes
sense when you take into account what her mom's like.
Like me, my mom was no prude growing up while her younger sister was the
one always pushing the line – and crossing it most of the time from what
I hear. All-in- all, I guess it should come as no surprise that my mom
was the one worried about me this morning. It was sort of sweet of her
but I really did feel confident I could handle myself. Besides, I
assumed my aunt would be around if I needed anything.
There was no sense debating it with her any further so I just shrugged
and smiled at her, which I think actually irritated her more than
anything I could say. She gave me 'the eye" but let it pass without
making it into an issue. We spent the next few minutes talking about the
male species in general and how bad they could be, especially jerks like
the one I was getting ready to see this afternoon. Frankly, I thought it
was pretty rotten of any guy to make a decision on which house to buy
based on how well he got laid. Especially when he was married with kids!
What would his family say if they knew he had committing adultery in the
house with a girl about half his age?
Speaking of adultery, some people accuse me of being a little
hypocritical about adultery in that I claim I would never do it yet when
I am married yet I love it when married men do it to have sex with me.
Personally, I think that's because they don't understand my position on
it correctly. It's really quite simple in my eyes. So far as I am
concerned, adultery makes a mockery of marriage, a betrayal of your
spouse, and most of all, a sin against one of God's Ten Commandments.
Clear enough? That said, that's how I feel about adultery with regards
to me and my family. There is no doubt in my mind that when I am
married, I will never have sex with anyone outside my family – period. I
will also expect, no I will DEMAND the same of my husband.
For those who have asked me about oral sex, I define sex with regards to
adultery as the penetration of a man's penis into a woman's vagina
(clinical enough for you?). Thus I can give a BJ to one of my husband's
friends so long as I don't let him fuck me. The same principle would
apply to my husband in that he could lick another girl or get a BJ from
her so long as he only sticks his cock in me (well, me or an immediate
relative in my family).
Note: Before I get letters from people pointing out the fact my dad has
two situations over a 20 plus year marriage (my best friend Beth and my
mom's best friend Tammy), let me say that nobody is without sin and
people sometimes make mistakes which they regret later. Beth was
something I knew he wishes today he hadn't done and as for Tammy, she
presents such a unique situation that I can't ever see it applying to
anyone else,
As I said, my feelings about adultery only apply to me as I would never
impose my morals and belief systems on anyone. What someone else does is
between them and GOD. If a husband fucks me, then HE is the one who has
sinned, not me, and he is the one who will have to eventually deal with
the consequences. Personally, I don't feel any responsibility for his
actions.
What is probably the most difficult for people to understand is that it
is my rigid stand on adultery that makes it so erotic and hot for me to
be fucked by a married guy. This is especially true when the wife
doesn't know about it because then I know odds are she wouldn't approve
or he would tell her. Put yourself in my place and I'm sure you'll agree
with me. A husband is willing to betray his wife by abandoning his
wedding vows to do something he can never take back or forget, just
because he finds me so irresistibly sexy and attractive. Well that has
to be about as big an ego booster and compliment any man can give me.
After all, wouldn't most guys get turned on if someone's wife wanted him
to fuck her more than her own husband and he knew he was doing it behind
his back? Think about it before you condemn me for feeling the same way.
The caveat to all this is that because of what he is doing I have little
respect for an adulterer as a person and would never want anything to do
with him personally. This is probably the biggest reason I never fuck a
married guy twice as the thrill is in the first time, not the repeats.
Another reason I never do married guys twice is that I have no desire to
get emotionally involved with a married man. Despite what you may think,
I have absolutely no desire to and ruin or even harm his marriage in any
way so sticking to my "one time" rule hopefully it keeps that from
happening.
So to sum it all up, even though in my heart I despised the man I was
about to have sex with, even though I knew nothing about him other than
he was unfaithful to his family, at the same time it turned me on to
think of having him do me. Make sense? Oh well, it makes perfect sense
to me and I guess that's what counts in the end.
My aunt was running late and I peeked out the front window thought the
curtains but didn't see her car anywhere in sight. Returning to the
kitchen, I sat at the table and fidgeted. My cell phone was in my purse
so I tried calling my aunt but she didn't answer. Small wonder as no
sooner had I put it back in my purse than the door opened and in she
came.
"Damn girl, hold your horses!" she called out as she came down the hall,
her phone ringing in her purse, "Didn't you get my message about the
change in time?"
Oops, guess I should have checked my voice mail. As she drew closer I
forgot about the phone and my eyes widened as I got a better view as she
emerged from the darkened hallway. Damn, she looked hot! My aunt had
what looked at first to be a black business jacket except it was longer
than usual, enough to cover what had to be one hell of a short skirt
because the entire thing was hidden underneath the jacket. The jacket
itself had four buttons but only the bottom two were done with the upper
two allowing the jacket to open to reveal her ample cleavage. Like her
skirt, her blouse must have been pretty risqué as almost half her boobs
were exposed by the jacket without the blouse even poking out a bit. Her
hair, always on the short side, had been highlighted and was darker than
usual. A pair of unbelievably high black strap-on heels (they had to be
at least six inches) finished the look. Long sleeved and elegant, at
first glance the jacket would have been quite appropriate in any business
setting although a longer skirt and a less revealing blouse would have
been required.
"Well for crying out loud, look at you girl!"
My mom had a dish towel in her hands, drying them off as she approached
her younger sister. She was giving Aunt Linda a once-over, shaking her
head slowly.
"So what the hell do you think you're doing with my daughter this
afternoon?" she asked, as if she didn't already know the answer.
"Well, nothing worse than your husband's done with mine!" she replied
back, a grin on her face.
We all laughed as I knew exactly what she was referring to. A while back
my dad had to entertain some clients and rather than hiring some hookers,
he asked me and my cousin to help out. It turned out to be quite an
evening as they had no idea who we really were. What made it special for
me was my dad fucked me for the first time in front of them, the first
time anyone outside my family had ever seen us having sex. Of course, he
didn't tell them I was his daughter but still, it was exciting for me
just the same.
"Well anyway, aren't you a little bit underdressed today?"
I looked at my mom and then back at my aunt. I couldn't figure out what
she was talking about. Sure the outfit was a bit on the slutty side, but
it looked sharp and I really didn't see anything truly indecent about it,
especially considering what our plans for the day were.
My mom looked at me and laughed. "I think you're making an assumption."
My aunt was grinning, apparently she understood what my mom was referring
to but I was still totally in the dark as to what this little secret was
between them.
"Go on Linda, show her."
My aunt shook her head slowly but she seemed to be willing to go along
with my mom said, whatever THAT meant. She unbuttoned the two remaining
two buttons and let the jacket front fall open. Well, duh, NOW I
understood what my mom was referring to. Obviously she knew her sister a
lot better than me because I never would have suspected the true story.
It wasn't that her skirt was too short or her blouse was too low cut.
The truth was she didn't even have them on! Not even the sheerest of
panties or stringiest of thongs. All she was wearing was her heels,
jacket and a ton of attitude.
My mom was watching me while I had my eyes remained fixed on her sister.
"Going for the kill today, I see," my mom ribbed her sister.
"Well, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do," my aunt replied,
buttoning herself back up again. Strange as it may seem, somehow I saw
her differently now. For whatever reason, knowing that she was nude
underneath the jacket cast her in a totally different light.
"C'mon, Kelly," she called out to me, waving me towards the door,. "We
don't want to be late!"
I turned to my mom and hugged her. She gave me a kiss and looked me
straight in the eyes.
"Now you be careful, you hear me?"
"Oh mom!" I said, feeling like I was fourteen again and going out on my
first singles date.
"I know, I know," I barely heard her mumbling as she waved goodbye. My
aunt led the way to her car and soon we were off.
Looking over at her behind the wheel, it was hard not to notice that he
jacket wasn't long enough to cover her crotch when she was seated and as
a result, her hairy but trimmed pussy was in plain sight as she drove.
She turned her head towards me and caught me staring at her crotch and
grinned broadly.
"Imagine if a cop pulled us over now!" she giggled. Yes indeed, boy
could I ever imagine!
Weaving through the typical hills and turns, we eventually made it to the
interstate and drove south to the exit where the home was at. On our way
there, we drove by a Hilton to which my aunt pointed her finger.
"That's where he's staying," she told me, like some kind of tour
director. "Bastard's probably jerking off about now. Well, he had quite
the day yesterday so I can only envision what he thinks he'll get today."
Once past the hotel, we had to drive through the middle of an industrial
park to get back where the estate homes were located. Looking at the
luxurious homes, I doubted any of them were under a million dollars and
it wouldn't have surprised me if a number of them were well beyond that.
A few blocks down we turned into one of the older sections where she
pulled into the driveway of this massive home. She reached down to the
cup holder where a remote control was located which opened the gates and
then drove around a circular drive until we arrived at the front
entrance.
"Quite the place, eh?" she said, looking around us. Yes indeed it was!
Actually, I couldn't remember ever being in a home this large before
other than at some museum.
There was no lock box at this house; obviously showings were by
appointment only and then only by selling Realtor – my aunt in this case.
She opened the door with a key in her purse and bowed as she held the
door open for me like some doorman. The entranceway was larger than the
living room in most homes, soaring a couple of stories up with a
brilliant chandelier hung in the center. Once inside, she grabbed my
hand to stop me from gawking about and led me straight up a circular
staircase to the master bedroom.
"Suite" would have been perhaps a better term. It was HUGE, larger than
our entire second floor. The owner's furniture was still there which
included a large king-sized four-post bed which dominated the room with
its presence. It was draped in beautiful linens with what had to be an
incredibly expensive quilt covering it. The door to a huge walk-in
closet was open but the clothes had been removed. I followed my aunt to
another doorway which led to the master bath, complete with a Jacuzzi
tub, shower, and multiple sinks. It alone was bigger than my bedroom
back home!
"Wow!" was all I could say as I looked around the room.
"Well, I guess you know what to do from here," my aunt said, heading back
for the door. "I have to pick up Byron now. Don't want the poor guy to
rub his dick raw before he even gets a chance at you!"
With that she disappeared, leaving me alone in this massive home.
Contrary to what she had said, I didn't really know quite what to do. We
had artfully avoided discussing anything specific about my "duties".
Each time I started to mention it she would change the subject,
dismissing my concerns with the wave of her hand.
Judging by our trip here, I figured it would take her at least twenty
minutes to reverse course and get back to the hotel and then back here
again. That gave me plenty of time to change but certainly not enough to
just lounge around and goof off. I emptied my bag, laying out my outfit
on the bed. My first instinct was to strip off my clothes so they
quickly came off and next thing O knew I was standing there in the middle
of the bedroom absolutely nude. It was all I could do to resist the
temptation to run around the house stark naked. Imagine what the owners
would say if they knew what I was doing in their precious home. What
would they think if they knew that I was standing in their bedroom
without an ounce of clothing on? Even better, what I would give to see
the look on their face when they found out WHY I was there.
Enough of the daydreaming, I had work to do. I quickly put my outfit on
and looked at myself in this huge mirror residing the corner of the room.
Between having my hair pulled back in a ponytail and the naughty
schoolgirl outfit, I looked more like I was just out of high school,
perhaps seventeen or eighteen instead of twenty-two. My secret hope was
that he would think I had just graduated from high school rather than
college.
Until now I had been so busy I hadn't thought much more about what was
about to happen in just a few minutes. Looking in the mirror, I started
to ask myself who I was looking at. What was I about to allow myself to
become? It had been a long time since I had done anything even remotely
like this and suddenly I wondered if it was the right thing to do. It
was the sort of the same feeling of remorse that I usually got before one
of my escorting gigs and I knew back then it quickly faded once things
got going. Even so, it still didn't make me feel any better about myself
for the moment.
My reverie was interrupted when I heard a sharp sound coming from
downstairs. Turning away from the mirror, I hurried as quietly as
possible down the hallway to sneak a look. Any further doubt or
questions about what I was doing were quickly put aside as my curiosity
grew. Sure enough, my aunt and some guy were downstairs talking in the
foyer. He was turned away from me so I couldn't see his face but between
the ghostly silence and the marble floors that seemed to magnify every
sound, it was easy to listen in on them.
"So Byron, now that you've see the place again, why don't you just sign
the papers and get to….let's just say more important things?"
My aunt was pressed up tight against him and it was obvious that he had
discovered the "benefits" of her outfit as he had his arm around her
waist and his naughty hand was up under the jacket with what looked to be
a firm grip on her tight ass.
"I just don't know Linda," he waffled, obviously stalling to allow for
more the time to fondle her ass, "I mean, you made a really great offer
last night but I', afraid I have to say, so did your competition."
My aunt reached down to his crotch and took a handful as she pushed up
even closer to him.
"Well, is there anything I can do to convince you that my offer's the
best?""
"Well, you DID offer some sort of bonus if I remember correctly from last
night."
"Oh Byron, you naughty boy," my aunt teased, "And what would Jessica say
if she knew what the bonus was?"
"Screw the bitch," he practically spit out, "She's the one that wants the
expensive mansion to show-off to all her bitch friends. Well, then I can
get what I want too."
"And just what is it that YOU want?"
"Oh I think you know damn well what I want," he chuckled, practically
lifting her off her feet as he grabbed her ass even harder and pulled her
up against him.
"Mmmmmmm, you want more of last night then?" she teased him.
"Sorry," he shook his head, "Not that it wasn't that much different than
your competition."
That had to really piss off my aunt but she was a trooper and took it all
in stride without any hint of how she felt inside. I bet she wanted to
haul off and kick him in the balls for being such a jerk but in the end,
she was all business. She swallowed her pride and played the game with
him.
"Well then, what can I do to make my offer better than hers?"
He chuckled and I felt a little disgusted at the way he was making her
all but beg him.
"I believe you had someone else in mind to sweeten the deal," he said,
licking his lips like some dog in heat.
"Soooooo, I take it then you still want to screw my daughter?" my aunt
replied softly as she rubbed his crotch some more. Her voice was so low
and husky that I could barely make it out, even in the deathly silence of
the room. God, she was so good at this. If I hadn't known better, I
would have thought she was feeling bad that she had to use her daughter
in this way and would have preferred not to have her involved.
"That depends... do you want to sell this house or not?" he replied
arrogantly. The bastard knew he had all the bargaining power and he
wasn't afraid to rub her face in it.
"Kelly!" she called out, evidently finished with this weird banter.
We hadn't rehearsed what would happen when she got back but I had assumed
she would just lead him to the bedroom and turn him loose with me. Well,
after watching her little performance, I threw out THAT idea. I stepped
out into view as he turned to look up in my direction. My first
impression of him was the funny way his mouth opened when he first saw
me. It was obvious from his expression that he hadn't really believed
that I would be there. No doubt he had assumed it was all just my aunt
teasing him or otherwise trying to convince him to sign the papers for
the house.
He recovered his composure quickly and from what I could see at this
distance he didn't look all that bad. He was balding a bit and perhaps
could afford to lose twenty pounds or so, but otherwise he looked rather
handsome. I felt a little sense of relief as I had feared I would have
to take care of some fat guy that smelled like he hadn't showered in a
week - or even worse.
"Well, so tell me. What do you think of my daughter, Byron?"
"Damn, THAT'S your daughter," he said slowly, "Ummmmm, just how old is
she?"
"Oh don't worry about that Byron, does it really matter how old she is?"
Something told me between the outfit and hair that Byron was thinking I
wasn't even eighteen yet. Well, I can't say I minded THAT! It's funny
how even at just twenty-two I was already starting to feel old at times,
especially when I see those sixteen year-old high school girls running
around the mall.
"Would it make you feel better if I told you that she was eighteen?" my
aunt said, obviously implying that I was younger without actually saying
so.
Byron was obviously your typical middle age guy with fantasies of
reliving his teens years and having a young girl again. He probably
jerked off watching Fast Times at Ridgemont High or some other teen tease
movie.
"Come on down and meet Byron, honey," my aunt called to me, waving me
down the stairs.
I slowly descended the stairs, feeling almost like I was in some scene
from Gone With the Wind or something except instead of wearing a
beautiful flowing gown I was dressed like some street whore. Byron's
eyes were fixed on me, well at least on my body. We never really made
eye contact as he looked me up and down, evaluating me like I was some
side of beef in a market. When I got to the bottom, I stood by the two
of them and waited silently for my aunt to take the next move. "Well
Byron, you still haven't told me what you think of my little girl."
"Damn, she certainly looks like her mom, I'll say that."
It took all the willpower I could muster not to laugh. My to my mom's
chagrin, people often say I have a close resemblance to my aunt. Even
so, it was still sort of funny to see how quickly he was willing to
accept the whole line of crap as being true. It just goes to show how
important your inner desires can be when making a judgment call. He
WANTED to believe I was her daughter so it was easy for him to accept
whatever my aunt told him. Byron started to reach out for me but my aunt
kept him at bay.
"Now, now, Byron, we had a deal" she scolded him lightly, "You know what
you have to do before you can touch her."
"Shit, how do I know she'll put out after I sign the papers?" he
questioned, suddenly back to business again.
It was like I was being negotiated as some sort of signing bonus. Well,
I guess when you think about it, that's exactly what WAS being done.
"Come on Byron, look at her," my aunt replied, not giving in an inch.
"Isn't she exactly the type of girl you dream about being with? So, do
you want her or not?"
Clearly the negotiating strength had shifted to my aunt at this point.
Byron obviously wanted me – he couldn't take his eyes off my boobs. As
the blood drained from his big head to fill his little one, his lust
overcame any other worries or concerns he might be having.
"OK... shit, where's the papers?" he croaked. My aunt, of course, had
them standing by and in a matter of minutes, whatever she needed signed
was done. Byron slammed the pen down and turned to my aunt.
"There, happy now?"
My aunt nodded and looked at me and then back to him again. Byron was
back in control again – at least as far as he knew it.
"Well mom, why don't you go on and file your precious paperwork while I
fuck your daughter," he said, practically throwing it in her face as if
he was seeing if he could somehow embarrass or maybe even make her feel
guilty. For whatever reason, he seemed to take pleasure in trying to
humiliate her. Once again, I had to give it to my aunt. She is pretty
sharp and picked up on his little fetish and went along with it
brilliantly.
"You know Byron, you don't have to say it that way," she murmured, as if
she was upset by his tone of voice and words.
At first I didn't understand why she was saying this but it seemed to be
exactly the response he was hoping for as a nasty grin appeared on his
face. For a moment I felt an intense hatred towards hated him; not
because he was actually hurting my aunt, as I knew she was just playing
along, but because I realized he was really a nasty little man. Little
wonder he was cheating on his wife!
"Hey, how about if I stay? Wouldn't you like a mother-daughter 3-some?"
she offered.
Actually, I wasn't sure if she was being serious or not. Was she truly
concerned about me such that she was trying to hang around to protect me,
or was she just paying along more to his ego? As it turned out, it
didn't matter.
"Noooooo, we had a deal and now it's your turn to hold up to your end of
it – or should I say it's your daughter's turn."
With that he put his hands on my waist and spun me around, spanking me
sharply as he pushed me towards the stairs – and the bedroom at the top
of them.
The last words I heard him say to my aunt were, "Damn, your daughter's
sure got one sweet ass. I am SO looking forward to fucking her. Say
bye-bye to your little girl!"
I turned on my way up the stairs to see my aunt closing the front door
behind her as she left and with that I was on my own. Not far behind me
was Byron, working his way heavily up the stairs. I was well ahead of
him by the time I made it to the bedroom so I sat down on the bed,
scooting back, and crossed my legs under me Indian style. A couple of
minutes later, Byron was at the doorway, huffing a little from the climb.
He took a good long look at me from the door, then slowly walked into the
bedroom until he was a few feet away from me.
"Well, well," he said gently, his eyes undressing me, "You're just a chip
off the old block, aren't you. I suppose you know I fucked your mom last
night. How's that make you feel?
I just shrugged my shoulder and replied, "I don't know. I mean, she
fucks a lot of guys."
"Oh really," he chuckled, "So, do the two of you get it on too?"
I didn't answer that one, knowing my sly grin and faked shyness told him
everything he wanted to know – and probably more.
"Yeah, I figured as much," he mumbled, nodding his head. "Ever do this
before?"
"Do what?" I asked.
"You know... whore yourself for her."
"Well, first let's get one thing straight. I am NOT a whore for your
information," I protested indignantly.
He laughed at me and responded saying, "Now don't go off getting your
knickers in a snit. You're right. It's your mom whose making the
money."
With that he got a more serious look on his face and said, "Enough of
this though, why don't you just get on your knees and suck my dick."
Well, THAT was certainly one way to get things started. I was getting
tired of our banter anyway, it was just making him out to be more of an
ass each time he opened his mouth. Unfolding my legs, I hopped off the
bed and quickly dropped to my knees in front of where he was standing.
His crotch was right in front of my face and he was already unzipping his
pants for me. He reached inside and pulled out his dick, which was
already well on its way to a full erection.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked, "Can you suck this better than your
mom?"
I reached out and took his cock from his hand and pulled out on it
gently.
"Anything she can do, I can do better," I teased him, stroking his cock
gently in my hand.
Without waiting for a response, I took the head in my mouth and ran my
tongue all around it. My hand still held it by the base, pushing his
pants down and away from it as it struck out through his zipper opening.
Actually, he wasn't bad, plenty long enough to be able to keep his pants
on (for now at least) and getting hard enough that I had a nice shaft to
hang onto while I sucked the end of his dick.
"That's it, suck it," he groaned as my mouth and lips caressed him.
Another good thing I could say about him – he was clean. His crotch
smelled like motel room soap; evidently he had at least showered before
my aunt picked him up. So many guys didn't have the common courtesy to
clean up before a date, somehow thinking their sweat and general stink
would be attractive to me (in case you're interested – it's NOT). I DO
enjoy the musky smell a man generates when he is horny but that's a lot
different from general stinky body odor.
I had only sucked on him for a few minutes when he pulled my head away
from him and I looked up at him to see what he wanted.
"Stand up," he said to me. I did and he ran his hands through my hair,
over my shoulders, and down my arms.
"God, you really are pretty," he whispered, "And so damn young. Are you
REALLY eighteen?"
I started to smile as he said the latter but held myself in check. While
it wasn't the same as when I was fifteen or sixteen and older guys did me
while I was legitimately jail bait, it did give me a thrill to think he
thought I was so much younger than I actually was. I suppose it was a
similar thrill to what my mom gets when we go out and people mistake her
for my older sister. "Well, not really," I said in my best "shy little
girl" voice. I left it for him to decide whether that meant older or
younger. I had a funny feeling that I knew what his dirty mind would
decide upon.
His fingers went to work open my blouse buttons and soon they were undone
and he spread my blouse open, exposing my bare breasts for him to see.
"Damn, look at those," he whispered, more to himself than to me as he
reached out with one hand and gently squeezed my boob. "All real and
perky as hell!"
Then he put both hands on my chest, one on each boob as he massaged them
and felt them with his fingers and hands. It felt quite good, actually,
and I closed my eyes to concentrate on the effect he was having on me.
My nipples were becoming rock hard and it felt wonderful the way he was
massaging me.
"Mmmmmmm, that feels so good," I whispered to him, only to be rewarded by
an even firmer grip on my breasts. He leaned over and took my right
nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and then gripping it tenderly with his
teeth, pulling on it gently.
"Yeah, that's it," I moaned, "Suck my breast."
He didn't actually spend a lot of time with his mouth as he seemed to
have other things on his mind. Standing up straight again, he maneuvered
me backwards to the bed until my legs were against it and then he pushed
me back so I laid on the bed with my legs hanging down to the floor.
Lifting up my short plaid skirt, he pulled the thong down my legs and
over my heels, tossing them aside somewhere in the room. Hopefully I
could find them later!
"Damn, look at that pussy, all nice and shaved like a good little girl."
I reached over and pulled a pillow down from the head of the bed and put
it under my head so I could get a better view of what he was doing
without straining my neck. His dick was still sticking out of his pants
but he wasn't paying any attention to it for the moment. Instead, he
seemed mesmerized by my pussy, freshly shaven and smooth as a newborn
baby's bottom. His hands laid on my upper legs as he spread them apart
while getting down on his knees this time.
"God, it's been so long time since I tasted some teen pussy," he said to
me, grinning as he lowered his mouth to my crotch. "You like having your
pussy eaten?"
Now if I was going to be truthful, I would have told him to skip the
licking and get to fucking me. To be perfectly honest, 90% of guys don't
have a clue how to properly eat pussy. It's like they just slobber all
over me with no thought as to what they were doing or what needs to be
stimulated. Some guys don't even seem to be aware I even HAVE a clitoris
while other seem to think that's the only place a girl wants to be
licked. Most guys seem to think that faster is better and have no idea
how timing and variety should be applied. Most of all, when I cum almost
all of them think their job is done and they quit, not realizing that was
just the START of their work and if they really want me to appreciate
them, to keep going and keep my cumming for as long as possible. Bottom
line, I prefer to be licked by girls as they know what to do.
Of course, I wasn't about to tell this idiot the truth so I just nodded
at him and grinned as if I couldn't wait for his expert skills to send me
into a world of ecstasy. Watching his head descend to my pussy and his
tongue extended as he prepared to lick me, I couldn't help but jump just
a little when his tongue first touched me, wet and slippery along my
pussy slit. At first he just licked along the outside of my pussy lips,
soaking in the smell of my pussy and getting a close-up view of me. Then
his head dropped another inch or so and I felt his tongue running between
my lips up to my clit where it lingered. At first he used just the tip
of it to tease me and then as I started to react and squirm he let the
flatness of his tongue rub along me.
Speaking of girls licking pussy, I have never understood why guys don't
want a guy to suck them. After all, who would know better how to suck
dick than another guy? All I have to go on is based on the feedback I
get from guys as I have no idea what it feels like to have your dick
sucked. Granted, I've gotten a LOT of such feedback but still, I have
sometimes wondered what it must feel like to have a part of yourself grow
that much and then have it sucked by someone.
"Ohhhhhh, just like that!" I moaned softly.
The best part was I wasn't faking it. He really wasn't too bad at all!
Then I shuddered as his finger pushed its way into my wet pussy, like a
tiny dick was penetrating me. It was soon followed by a second one and
my hips rose up as he fucked me with his fingers while his mouth played
with my rapidly hardening clit. He wasn't saying a word, keeping his
mouth on me and lapping up my pussy like a dog at a water dish. His hand
reached up and grabbed my boobs, squeezing them and pulling on my nipples
until they snapped back again
"Oh god, that feels so damn good," I moaned as I tried to catch my
breath. "Keep licking me!"
He kept his fingers in me while he raised his head to look down my
outstretched body towards my face.
"You gonna cum for me?" he said, making it more of a statement than a
question.
"Don't stop," I begged him, "Make me cum!"
I had to give him credit, not many men could make me cum just by licking
my pussy. A LOT of them probably THINK they did but that just goes to
show what great acting skills I have. He was doing a great job on my
pussy and for once I wasn't going to have to fake it. My hands were
gripping the quilt under me tightly as my hips bounced on the bed like he
was fucking me. Somehow he managed to keep his lips locked on my clit
and his tongue was teasing me mercilessly.
"Oh god, I'm cumming!" I moaned loudly.
Fortunately, there was nobody else in the house so I didn't have to worry
about keeping quiet. I took full advantage of the situation as I groaned
and moaned like I was screaming in pain as my orgasm racked my body and
made my toes curl from the intensity of the pleasure it gave me. My
pussy was gushing by this time, covering his face and hand with my pussy
cum. He never faltered, keeping his face tight up against my pussy,
driving me higher and higher as it went on.
Finally I fell back onto the bed, arms outstretched and panting like a
dog as he took his mouth off of me and stood up at the edge of the bed.
I couldn't believe how good I was feeling right now, so much better than
I had ever dreamed I would this afternoon. Damn, this guy was good!
I opened my eyes and saw him standing between my legs, his dick still
poking out as he stroked himself slowly. It was almost too much to be
laying there almost nude, my pussy soaked and still throbbing from my
first orgasm of the afternoon, only to see a strange man with a hard dick
waiting for me.
"Fuck me," I said softly, barely audible even to myself.
"Ahhhhhh, so now you want it, don't you?" he teased me.
"Just shut up and fuck me," I growled at him.
He laughed softly at my need and dropped his pants, leaving his shirt on.
His hard dick stuck out between the shirt tails, pointing skyward towards
the ceiling.
"Well, only because you asked so nicely," he said with a naughty grin on
his face.
My pussy was about the height of his dick as I laid there so all he had
to do was lean over until his weight was supported by one arm on the bed
while his rigid dick was just inches away from hungry pussy. With the
other hand he took his cock and aimed for my pussy with it. First he
rubbed the head up and down my pussy slit, wetting his cock and rubbing
my needful clit as well. Then he separated the lips of my pussy,
sticking the tip of his cock right at the entrance to my pussy hole.
"Mmmmmmm, this one's for your mommy," he said as he pushed himself into
me. I moaned as the head of his dick slipped inside of me while at the
same time I watched it disappear out of sight. I sighed as I felt
entering me, filling my pussy with its warmth.
"That's it, put it in me deeper," I groaned, lifting my hips up towards
him as I tried in vain to pull him into me. "I want all of it in me."
He didn't say anything but instead groaned as he pressed himself harder
into me, driving his adulterous cock ever deeper inside of me. Finally
he bottomed out, his thick bushy pubic hair pressed against my bare pussy
as he pressed his crotch into me.
"Oh god you're tight," he groaned.
"Mmmmmmm, tighter than your wife I bet," I teased him, rotating my hips
under him to move his dick around inside of me.
"Her?!" he spat out, "Shit, haven't fucked the loose bitch in years."
"Tighter than your daughter?" I threw out, curious to see his response.
"Don't I wish," he grumbled as he started to stroke himself in and out of
me, "Little cunt's just like her mother... couldn't part her legs with a
Jaws of Life"
It made me wonder if he had tried but I wasn't going to pursue THAT.
Then, just to get his response, I asked, "Tighter than my mom?"
He pounded his dick into me when I asked him that one, as if to make a
point. "Fuck, you know better than to ask that, Of course you are!"
"Did you cum in my mom?"
"Oh yeah, I filled your mommy alright."
"You gonna cum in me?"
"Like mother, like daughter, eh?"
We both laughed together as he continued to fuck me, rocking the bed with
his motions as he lifted my legs up and held them around his hips. My
boobs were even bouncing back and forth as he shoved me forward and
pulled me back in rhythm with his strokes, driving himself ever deeper
into me with every stroked it seemed.
He pulled out of me suddenly and my pussy felt suddenly empty b the
surprise move on his part. I figured he as horny and would just cum
after a little fucking but evidently he was ready for more. I wondered
if he had masturbated before my aunt had picked him up so he would last
longer with me?
"OK, now stand up," he commanded.
I slipped down off the bed, a little weak-kneed at first but he quickly
spun me around and had me fall forward until I was on my elbows on the
bed. My ass was sticking up on the air and finally he pulled my skirt
down and off of me, leaving me with just the blouse and heels on. At
first I was afraid he was going to try and get some anal action but then
he pushed his dick back into my pussy and we were back at it again. His
hands were on my hips as he rocked me back and forth in time with his
fucking of me.
"You like this, don't you?" he asked, spanking me on the butt just hard
enough to smart a little bit but not enough to bruise me. "I think you
like teasing older men, don't you, fucking them for fun like some little
whore."
What was I suppose to say to that? I just kept silent, letting him go on
with his little speech.
"Yeah, you're just like your mother, willing to do anything for a buck.
Mother and daughter, just two fucking whores. Shit, I bet you even do
each other."
If he only knew...
After fucking me a while, talking this way the entire time, I was ready
for him to cum and get it over with but he wasn't it seemed. He pulled
out of me again and this time motioned for me to get on the bed and he
got into a spoon position behind me. I lifted my leg up and placed it
back over him, exposing my pussy for him to more easily put his dick in
it. Once again he entered me and once again I felt the wonderful
sensation of his dick filling my pussy. Each time it was a little bit
easier as my pussy stretched itself out a little more to accommodate him.
He reached around and cupped my breast, squeezing it as he once again
fucked me.
I looked down to watch his dick sliding in and out of me, like a wet
piece of thick sausage violating me. I truly love to see a cock as it
moves in and out of me, feeling it inside of me at the same time. It's
almost hard to believe sometimes that the same dick that I am seeing
disappear from sight is the very thing that I feel filling me up deep
inside of me. Reaching down, I began to play with my clit, rubbing it
with my fingertips as he fucked me. Now and then I would slide my
fingers down and feel his shaft as it slid in and out of me, wondering
what it looked like inside of me.
Once again I started to feel that familiar twinge between my legs as
another orgasm began to well up inside of me. Evidently, he could feel
my pussy begin to grip him tighter and he recognized what was about to
happen.
"Yeah baby, you like my dick in you don't you?" he said, "You like a hard
cock in that nasty little cunt of yours, don't you?
"Oh my god, YES!" I cried, "Keep fucking me dammit, don't stop fucking
me!"
Once again I came, even harder than the first time. My pussy clamped
down on his dick like a vise, holding it in me like it never wanted it to
leave. I could feel myself cumming over his cock, pouring my cum over
his dick and down onto my leg.
"Oh my god!," was all I could say, repeating it over and over as I
focused on his dick in me and the way it made my pussy feel as I came.
For the moment, I forgot what I was doing, how I was prostituting myself
for the sake of my aunt's job, how much I hated this guy who was fucking
me, even the fact that he was married. The only thing I could think
about was the incredible surges of unbelievable pleasure that were
driving me all but insane as he screwed me.
I could make myself cum hard any day of the week just by masturbating but
to cum THIS hard I had to have a dick in me. There was just something
about being fucked that brings me so much higher when I cum. Having his
hard dick in me told me he wanted me, that he desired me, that he wanted
to literally mate me and shoot his seed in me. I knew he saw me as being
sexy, desirable, something he wanted more than anything else at this
moment. When he came in me, releasing his sperm inside of my pussy, it
just made me feel somehow like I was complete, fulfilled in some almost
spiritual way.
At a time like this, it didn't really matter to me who "he" was, just the
fact "he" was real. It's the reality that drives me over the edge, the
knowledge that a real man CHOSE to fuck me, that he WANTED to ram his
dick in me and cum in me, that he DESIRED me. I couldn't force a man to
do any of these things, it was something he decided.
All of which meant I needed just one more thing to really get off. There
was one thing that would complete the act, seal the deal, put it to bed.
"Oh god cum in me!" I pleaded with him, my pussy practically cramping
from gripping him so tightly. "Give it to me…Oh please give it to me!"
He was just grunting now, trying to move his dick in and out of me like a
piston, trying to overcome the death grip my cunt had on his dick.
"OK shit, here it comes!" he gasped finally, as we both stopped moving
and the room went suddenly quiet as he pushed himself into me as far as
he could and we both waited as he held himself there.
It seemed like hours but of course it was only a second or two when
suddenly he groaned and I felt his hips thrust his dick into me even
deeper as he started to ejaculate in me. He held himself deep in me,
driving each load into me as far inside of me as his dick could reach.
Each time he thrust I could feel a faint sensation of warmth as his sperm
ejected from his dick and was set free in my pussy.
"Oh god," I gasped softly, feeling totally exhausted as he held me tight
to him, his dick throbbing in my pussy as we both just laid there without
moving a muscle. He started to pull out but I wasn't ready for that yet.
"Stay in me," I whispered, "I want you to stay in me for a while."
He didn't say anything but he stopped pulling out and pushed himself back
in me again until his crotch was pressed against my ass. I could feel
his dick dwindling in me, pulling out by default as it shrank. Now and
then it would throb or twitch and my sensitive pussy would spasm in
response. Finally he was pretty well soft and this time he did pull the
remaining bit of him out of me, leaving his load of sperm behind. I
tried to imagine it in me, filling my pussy with his creamy cum, his
sperm swimming in me, vainly searching for their prize.
He flopped over on his back and groaned, shutting his eyes with his arms
to his side. I could have done the same but his dick was flopped over,
glistening with a coating of our cum and I couldn't resist. Summoning
the last of my strength, I turned around until l was laying over his side
and leg, my head next to his dick. I took his wet dick in my mouth and
suck gently on it.
Mmmmmmm, I could taste his cum on it together with the unmistakable
flavor of my pussy. I licked it off and he shook a couple of times like
he was shaking from cold as my tongue touched just the right spot on his
sensitive dick.
Then, unbelievably, he started to snore! The fucking bastard had fallen
asleep! Oh well, he must have really enjoyed himself. I got off the bed
and went into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I saw that looked a
wreck. My makeup was ruined but fortunately my hair was still up in the
ponytail and there wasn't much you could do to it when it was tied up
that way. I felt this sudden need to pee and when I squatted down on the
toiled, his sperm drained out me like a slimy discharge. I quickly used
my finger to scoop some up and took a taste. Not bad! Of course, being
flavored with my pussy didn't hurt.
I was tempted to take a shower but I didn't know how long he would be
sleeping and I wasn't really into taking a shower WITH him (which I was
afraid he might want to do if he woke up and found me in there). Back in
the room, I found my clothes scattered about and decided to put my
original outfit back on rather than the schoolgirl one. Gathering up my
stuff, I took out my cell phone and called my aunt. She didn't answer
and for a moment I was worried she might not have it turned on or
something.
Just as I hung up my phone and was about to panic, who should walk in the
room but my Aunt Linda! That was only half the surprise as in her hand
she was holding a video camera.
"Uhhhh, Aunt Linda, what's that?" I asked, pointing to the camera. Of
course I knew WHAT it was. What I meant to ask was what she was doing
with it but she got the idea. She laughed, still not having said a word,
but turned the camera around so I could look in the viewfinder. In the
tiny window I saw me kneeling in front of Byron, sucking his cock like a
pro!
"Well, I had to do something to make sure the jerk doesn't back out on
me," my aunt explained. "Once he sees this there's no way he'll cancel
anything. He may talk big but he's really scared shitless of his wife."
We both laughed. My aunt figured he would be sleeping for a while so she
decided to quickly drive me home so she could take care of the final
paperwork with Byron. It was still about a fifteen minute drive back
home but then he had nowhere to go anyway even if he did wake up. I
wondered what my aunt would do if he wanted seconds? To be honest, Byron
was a good fuck and I knew Linda wasn't about to turn much down these
days so it wouldn't surprise me if she had plans of her own for Byron!
I couldn't wait to get home and tell my mom about my latest adventure.
If my dad thought my little thing with Kristi and my aunt was hot, wait
until he heard about THIS one! Somehow I had a feeling I was going to be
fucked again before the night was over.
THE END
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