I Ate Your Friend, Then He Ate Me

Reclined in an armchair. I savoured the taste of cum, from a cock down my throat. Spillage
drying on my tits. The cocks owner licking my pussy, his tongue worming into me.
Gerry stared at his friend, eating the lunch I spread before him. I smiled, and groaned,I ate
your friend, then he ate me! I growled as the tongue flicked my arse.
Hubby fished out his cock. Does he taste good, Alice?

 Gerry asked as I stroked his shrinking balls.
My back arched as I was sucked in. oh fuck!
groaned at hubby, Now!Gerry grew. My pussy gyrating over that tongue. My breath quickened; a second cock
bobbed at my face.I gasped, Get down there and suck him back, I moaned, I drained him;
Hubby dropped down.Good boy, I said. The tongue groaned into me. I shuddered at the slurping cocksucker
beneath him. A finger stole my arse. I didnt give a fuck whose. My cum drowned his mouth.
I looked down. Hubby bobbed and slurped, his head held by my guest. Gerrys such a tease with cock.I hauled our guest up. I kissed myself off him as he squelched in my cunt.With lust-filled eyes, I grinned at hubby. He stared at the arse, pounding me.A cock within, and one to watch. Hubbys a blur, I humped against that pounding flesh.I screamed when hubby came over that humping back. Then that cock inside fired out its
jizz. Clean up time, I sighed, in the afterglow.

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Wet Dreams May Cum

My eighteenth birthday party and Teresa! The hot, sexy, dark-eyed, big-titted long haired girl of my dreams. This dance she'd promised me, it was our fourth and I'd promised myself that.

Unfortunately, her fiancée, Peter, had tagged along. He was drunk and resting his head on the table. His glassy eyes watching us.

Her head against my chest, her subtle perfume, and my hands squeezed her arse as she pressed against my hardness.

"Peter's jealous of you", Teressa whispered, "he doesn't like how close we are. As friends."

My hand lifted her chin, "I haven't done anything."

"I know," she sighed, "I tell him that, but he still thinks you're fucking me!"

My cock twitched, at the possibility. I went to say something but, placing a finger on my lips, she mouthed "I know." Taking my hand we left the bar for the fresh evening air outside. We found a garden bench, in a corner of the bar's gardens.My arm was around her shoulder, her head back on my chest. She was my colleague and my friend, I knew more about her thoughts and desires than anyone, including Peter. I'd loved her from the day we first worked together but wanted her the second I saw her.Teressa looked up at me and smiled as she kissed me on my cheek. I leaned forward kissing her lips, they parted, and our tongues met. My cock hardened and I squeezed her firm tit.Her hand freed my cock, wanking it slowly. My hand dropped under her skirt, and I felt those soft thighs, reaching the heat of her damp panties. Our kissing intensified as our passions grew. I felt her fingertips rub precum into my knob, I slipped a finger inside her, tasting her moan as we kissed.I undid her top, freeing her tits from her straining bra. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, grateful it grew hard. Teresa crushing my head tight against her flesh, we knew we didn't have long. Her hand moving faster along my length, a second finger joined the first in Teresa's wet cunt.

I could feel her growing tighter around my fingers when suddenly her head dropped and bit into my shoulder with a quiet sob. Her hand suddenly held my arm and kept my fingers inside her. Her cunt spread its honey around my hand as it convulsed and crushed around my trapped fingers.

Her breathing once ragged, calmed slowly and she slipped off the bench and knelt between my thighs. Taking my shaft in her hand and cupping my tight balls, she leaned forward and ran her tongue from tip to balls and back again.

Flicking the bead of clear fluid from the eye, and taking the plum in her mouth. Sucking half my length into her warm mouth, I had to moan. I watched and felt her mouth slide up and down my cock, throbbing like it had not done before.

I looked down at her sultry dark eyes, grabbing her hair as she fed on my cock. Her mouth sucked me in, her tongue lashing my knob. Teresa groaned on my sweet precum, savoured with salt.

With a hand on my balls, I pull her head down. "I'm close, so close. God yes Teresa", I hear myself groan, "squeeze my balls harder."

My thighs started to tighten, I was approaching that point where nothing would hold the flood back. Her head moved faster, I started to thrust in reply. My balls began to churn moving around in their sac. My cock began to buzz or tingle, a new sensation, my balls shrinking back up to my cock. I didn't want to cum, to end the pleasure.

Teresa felt so good around me, nothing else in the world existed at the moment except that her mouth was on me. My balls were on fire and tingling with lust, then one final thrust.My cock jerks "Oh fuck I'm cumming." I gasp as I feel that hot jet forced through my cock. Her tongue flicks my head as the first thick string of cum explodes. and I start to wake.Still cumming hard, I look down at my body as I continue to jerk.

My father's mouth is filling with my cum….

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The Implant
Part 1, Introduction

This was Jenny;s first day of freedom from detention, she was previously found guilty of
crimes against the state for her artistic representations of nudity. It appears the law did not
agree that the human body should be appreciated in all its natural naked beauty.
Originally scheduled to serve three years in a detention centre. Six months into her
sentence, Jenny had applied for a term reduction. The detention regime was hard, with no
reading or drawing materials, a restrictive uniform, and very disciplined. Any transgression
was met with solitary confinement, at the very least.
It had been explained that there was an option for a probationary period. It was not a
reduction but meant release from the centre. Jenny had to get out, the environment was
trying to destroy her ability to think.
The authorities explained the process, she would be placed with a local dignitary from within
the state justice system, and expected to work in his service. An implant would be placed
within her brain, to monitor and control her movements, and emotions, such as anger.
Jenny had agreed, she;d be free of the hostile environment. Where a young attractive
woman found her life had become one of Guille and escape. So many women had wanted
her, and fights had broken out between inmates who wanted to go down on her. Jenny did
not want muscled or butch women claiming her as a prize, she wasnt sure she wanted a
woman at all.
They had almost got her two months ago. Five of them, one holding each arm and leg. The
fifth had stripped Jennys trousers and knickers. The woman naked from the waist down,
was trying to figure out whether to eat her prize or sit her muff on her face. Meanwhile, the
others were stroking their slits, waiting their turn.
Just as the lesbian was about to sit on Jenny;s face, the guards arrived. They hauled the
women off and a female guard took Jenny to solitary confinement for her protection. Even
then the guard fingered Jenny roughly for a few minutes. The guard enjoyed herself! Jenny
didnt.
She remained there for four weeks. When she got out she could feel most eyes on her.
Therefore choosing an implant was an easy option, her anger was never an issue. So for a
chance at freedom, Jenny took it. How hard would it be?
Working for someone for another thirty months seemed a far better option. Jenny didn;t want
to be passed around as a sex toy for horny females for two and a half years, assuming she
survived that long.
As we all know though, freedom has a wide interpretation. It also comes with a price. As
Jenny went to the hospital for the procedure, she was briefed fully on the procedure and
requirements.

The implant, as well as controlling her emotions, also restricted her ability to disobey
instructions, and orders.
Detainee, you will have to adhere to the same rules as in this centre. Do you understand?
The state surgeon asked.
Jenny nodded her agreement.
A female state official interrupted.
"Detainee, as you know, you have a placement with a prominent member of the Justice
Department. A man perfectly placed to oversee your adherence to the probation
requirements. Do you understand what this means?
Jenny stared impassively at him and answered, unsure of what was required. "I, I think so,
Ma;am, Jenny stammered, I am to continue obeying the rules.
Jenny laid down, ready for the surgeon to begin the procedure. He held out the print scanner
for her thumbprint, to sign the electronic approval.
The official raised her hand to halt the print being taken. Leaning forward close to her head
she began quietly.
Detainee, I am authorised to make you a binding offer. Your name is Jenny I understand,
The official said, nodding her head alongside the young prisoner, Well, Jenny. I can offer
you a remission in your sentence. All you have to do is agree to obey all of the commands
and requests made of you. Do you agree?
Jenny looked puzzled. I am not sure I understand, Maam.
It is quite simple Jenny. Your original sentence was three years of detention. You have
thirty months left. If you agree, and comply. Fully. Your sentence will be commuted to
eighteen months, six of which you have served."
Jenny's eyes widened in surprise or shock. Does that mean I will be free in a year, She
asked, trying to control the tremor in her voice,No more detention?
The official gently patted the young womans trembling hand. It does, maybe sooner. You
have to understand though. You must comply with all the demands placed upon you, Then
as Jenny nodded her agreement, the official smiled, menacingly, Understand, if he wants
you, you have to agree.
Jenny looked startled, What, what you mean, if he asks me to.
Yes! Whatever he may want, and when, Then the smile softened, Of course, he may not
ask you at all. Think of it though, released in no more than twelve months.

The thought of going back to detention and what lay in store for her, sent panic through her
brain. Biting her bottom lip, she nodded.
I agree, Jenny whispered, pressing her thumb to the tiny scanner screen.
The official bent even closer and whispered, Remember bitch, if wants to fuck you in the
arse. You let him fuck you. Otherwise, its back to detention, Turning to the surgeon, she
said, Proceed.Then turned and left the room.
Jenny felt a sharp point of pain in her temple, then began to close her eyes.
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So, this was the moment, Jenny opened the door and stepped from the back of a justice
department car. Which was a surprise to her as she was expecting to be transported in a
secured truck.
A young attractive brunette was waiting for her by the steps, she was wearing high heels,
and her bare legs almost disappeared beneath a very short grey skirt, a crisp white blouse
stretched over full breasts. A striped tie finished the ensemble.
Apart from the heels and lack of knee-high socks, Jenny thought the young woman
resembled a schoolgirl. Older of course, but not by much.
Hello, you must be Jenny? The woman said, offering a hand, Carrie. Gary;s um,
personal assistant.
Jenny shook the hand, "Hi, I am Jenny," she said with a nervous smile, "I think it's nice to
meet you."
Carrie looked around nervously. "It's okay, I understand," came a less confident reply, "Let's
head in."
Jenny went to follow Carrie inside, but stopped when she noticed how short the woman's
skirt was. She could see the crease where her bum met her thighs. As Carrie headed up the
four short steps to the front door, Jenny gasped as she saw the tight silk black panties
beneath the skirt, stretched over the young woman's cheeks.
"Like what you see?" Carrie asked, sarcastically as she looked back over her shoulder.
"No, I mean, it's just," Jenny blushed, "I don't, I mean I am not into women, sorry."
"Nice to know," Carrie smiled nervously, "Gary likes to er, admire, his women frequently."
"His women!" Jenny sounded shocked, "Will I have to wear something like that?"
"Please," the young woman almost pleaded, "I feel so exposed out here." Then the brunette
leads the way inside.

Jenny was given a quick guided tour of the large house. Starting on the ground floor from the
main drawing just off the hallway. Across the way to a smaller reception room. An open desk
in one corner with no drawers or modesty panel. Jenny thought it strange, it was made of
perspex. There were some two-drawer filing cabinets on the floor near the desk.
There was a small sofa in the opposite corner, by a large window. Otherwise, the room was
devoid of furniture.
Back in the hall, just past a grand staircase, there was a double, panelled door. Through
which the dining room awaited. There was a large dining table that stretched three-quarters
of the way down the room. There was a large screen TV on the wall over a fireplace.
"This is sometimes used as a conference room, hence the TV," Carrie indicated, before
adding absently, as she glanced at the large table, "Gary has adapted the room for other
uses."
Carrie spun on her heels and her long hair swirled about her head. In that instant, Jenny
noticed a faint star-shaped blemish, just behind her right temple. Instinctively, she reached
up to feel her temple and the slightly raised bump of her blemish.
"Yes, I'm on probation too," the young PA stated, "Hopefully only another four months of
this."
With that, they explored the kitchen, before heading upstairs to the bedrooms. Past the
master bedroom, Gary's room. Which was out of bounds to 'staff'. Heading further down,
there were three bedrooms on each side of the corridor. The last ones of which were the
young women.
Jenny was shown around her room. A double bed, her bed. Her ensuite, complete with a
large walk-in shower.
"This," said Carrie, "is your wardrobe and dresser. Your makeup has been provided and is in
the bottom drawer."
"Makeup. I get to wear my own makeup?"
"Only in the evening and night," Carrie said wearily, "You'll be instructed in how it should be
applied. You must not wear it before 5 pm, and it must be applied before 6 pm, ready for
when Gary has dinner."
Then Carrie turned to leave. "Oh, your daywear is laid out on your bed. Your evening wear,
I'll bring yours later, once I've changed. Now go and shower the detention smell off you,"
Carrie smiled, before adding, "You have 25 minutes to dress and go down for your
induction."
"You're not going to wait whilst I shower like a guard would?"

"Honey, after dodging, bi and lesbians in detention. I have no interest in your, or any other
female body," she confidently replied, "Besides, we are no longer in detention."
"Sorry, I keep forgetting we're free." Jenny chimed.
"Oh, you poor thing," She almost mocked, "We are far from free. Just not in detention. Also
we have to work hard," then thinking aloud she added, "Along with the other, things, we have
to do."
With that, she was gone. Jenny studied the clothing on the bed, her bed. She held up a pair
of white silk panties, they did feel luxurious.
Then a sheer white bra, she'd noticed Carrie's had been black through her blouse. Then she
picked up a neatly folded blouse and a very short skirt.
She went and had her first solo shower in months. The only fingers exploring her were
Jenny's own, and they felt good.
Leaving the shower, her body was still tingling from the hot water. Dried and refreshed,
Jenny stepped into her new panties. She marvelled at how luxurious and sensual they felt,
tight against her bum and pussy.
Then she pulled the bra around her, and the two dainty hooks slipped into the female eyes.
Twisting her arms around, she hauled the bra around from back to front. Slipping her arms
into thin straps, she pulled them over her shoulders, her firm breasts filled the sheer cups
perfectly.
Then she picked up the blouse, shook some of the creases out from where it was folded,
and put it on. She stood before the mirrored wardrobe door and studied herself as did up the
buttons. She could see her nipples and darker areola through the sheer bra and blouse.
Stepping into her new skirt she then put her new shoes on. Thankfully, the heels were not
too high.
It was such a refreshing feeling, to be able to look at her full reflection in a mirror. The only
mirrors in detention had been metal, about six inches square, firmly set into walls within cells
or showers. You never stood in front of the shower mirrors, not unless you wanted to be
owned and used.
Jenny gazed at her slender body, she felt strange dressed like a woman again. As she
raised her left hand to brush her back, she saw the way her panties outlined her pussy
mound, revealed as the skirt rode up. Suddenly she felt just as vulnerable as Carrie did
outside.
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Carrie got up when Jenny entered the office, and had her sit behind her desk. She handed
over some folders explaining what Jenny's main duties entailed, from running errands,
cleaning, serving at meal times, and odd jobs that needed doing. Basic household tasks.

As Jenny looked the folders over and tried to understand what her duties were to be in more
detail. The door opened and Gary burst in. Carrie looked apprehensive and began to panic.
Dread began to fill her mind until she realised that her boss was early.
"Sir, I was not expecting you for another hour at least. This is Jenny," Carrie indicated before
emphasising, "your new girl.'
Glancing at the electronic clock on the desk, Jenny noticed her thighs were parted slightly,
conscious that her panties were showing. She closed them quickly. Then she looked at the
tall man striding towards them. Grey-haired, green eyes that seemed to burn. He was
wearing a well-pressed, expensive-looking suit.
Apart from the air of confidence he exuded, there was nothing remarkable about him.
"Well, plans change!" He replied.
"Do you want us to go and change into our evening wear?" This was said with a nervous
glance towards Jenny.
"What? No, it's too early," He stated as he strode to stand beside his assistant, "No, I came
home early because Rachel said the 'package' had arrived." He added as he pulled Carrie's
chair back a few inches.
Gary reached a hand down into Jenny's blouse. Jumping with a start, she felt a strong hand
grab and squeeze her full firm breast, through her bra. Glancing at his assistant he raised an
eyebrow as he continued to firmly massage a wonderful warm boob.
"Sorry Sir, I was just distracted," Claire apologised as she watched the hand moving inside
her new colleague's blouse, "This is Jenny, your recruit. We were just going through her
roles."
Gary nodded once in acknowledgment. "So, you are the young vixen causing a major stir at
the centre," Gary observed, looking for a reaction from his groping, "Rachel explained
everyone wanted you."
He quickly removed his hand and observed the satisfying bounce as her breast settled back
into place.
"Let's see what is so special shall we!" He said menacingly as he unzipped the fly on his
trousers, "Show me your pussy!"
Jenny looked alarmingly up at Gary who was freeing his semi-hard, thick cock, she shook
her head, aware of a slight pulsing in her temple.
"Do as you're told. Take them off." Gary commanded as he began to stroke his swelling
shaft.

Jenny stood up, stared into Carrie's sympathetic eyes, lowered her panties mid-thigh, and
sat back down, confident that nobody could see between her legs, and having obeyed her
first instruction.
"You little bitch," Gary said, slapping her across the cheek with his growing cock, "So you
want to see who is in charge do you?"
He turned to his PA. "Carrie, take her knickers off her," Gary said as he steered Jenny's face
towards him, yanking her head back by her hair, "meanwhile vixen you can suck on this."
Jenny shook her head, "No!" She yelled.
There was a sudden stabbing pain from her temple, where the implant had signalled its
function. This was followed almost immediately by a hand slap across her face, from Gary as
he leaned down.
"Remember one thing you bitch, you are here to serve me remember. Whatever I want, you
do," He said with an emphasising grin then stood up and pressed his now hard and weeping
cock against her mouth, "aaah that's better he groaned."
Jenny opened her mouth and took him inside. She could feel a gentle pulse around the
glands as his cock rested on her tongue. Gary began to slide slowly in and out of her mouth.
Before his attention turned back to his assistant.
Carrie was standing there, mesmerised as she watched his cock sliding in and out of her
colleague's pretty mouth. Carrie looked away when Jenny's pleading eyes met hers. The
spell, if you could call it that, was broken by Gary's calm and soothing voice.
"Carrie," He said, looking across at her, "I want to see her pussy, remember?"
Her eyes snapped open wide, he sounded so matter-of-fact as he kept up his gentle
thrusting rhythm. "What, you mean, but I can't. I've never…"
"I don't care, my young slut," He said even calmer now, although he began to increase his
pace, "Now get on your knees, I want her panties off and her pussy spread for me to look at!
Understand?"
Carrie knelt on the floor in front of Jenny's knees, pressed together for protection. Reaching
up she gently slid the silk panties down and off. Revealing Jenny's hairy covering. Holding
her young colleagues' knees, she began to part them.
Meanwhile, Gary was looking down at his cock thrusting into Jenny's mouth. He could see
tears of shame and disgust begin to trickle down her cheeks. He grinned as he held her
head firm and began to pump his cock faster.
"Oh, it's been a long time since I've seen a hairy muff, like that. Spread her lips, Carrie, I
want to see her."

Carrie took a deep breath and held her fingers on each side of a moist pussy. Although she
had to admit, she was beginning to enjoy a certain control, she hesitated. Six months in
detention and she'd managed to avoid having to touch another pussy.
"Hurry up Carrie, I'm close. Lick her fucking slit you bitch." He gasped as he could feel his
release building. Jenny's eyes bulged from the fresh onslaught of his fat cock fucking her
mouth.
"Nooo!" Carrie cried as she gently parted Jenny's lips, "You never said lick..argh!" She cried
out in pain as the implant did its sinister job and jabbed a painful reminder at her.
"Just eat her," He grunted as he felt his balls slapping against Jenny's chin. He loved the
power and loved watching their tears fall. However, using two women at the same time was
making his tight balls churn like never before.
Carrie edged forward, fascinated at the pink glistening inside of her friend. There was no
way she could call her a colleague any longer, not as she licked her tongue up along Jenny's
hot and very wet hole. As she held tight to her friend's warm thighs she couldn't help herself
as she began to slurp at Jenny's juices. She heard Jenny's muffled moan and glanced up.
Gary was squeezing Jenny's tit hard as he humped her face.
Jenny could feel Carrie's tongue inside her, it felt amazing. She had no idea being licked by
a woman could feel so different from a man. It had been such a long time since she felt such
pleasure. Gary was squeezing her tit so hard the pain was a real buzz. Her mind was
whirling though, she couldn't decide if she was enjoying the cock using her. However, she
loved the buzz of power it gave her when she heard Gary groan each time she licked his
knob.
Carrie was enjoying working her tongue around Jenny's creamy lips. The feel and texture of
her folds beneath her tongue, the aroma beginning to fill her head, even the way Jenny
tasted different from herself. It was a shock to her senses.
Again she glanced up, her mouth shining from Jenny, Gary's hands were holding Jenny's
head fast and he was beginning to breathe in shorter gasps. Carrie couldn't help herself, she
was fascinated to see him use someone the way he'd used her so many times.
Jenny felt Carrie leave her hole, disappointment tinged with the knowledge that Gary was
not going to last long. His thrusting was ragged, not smooth, he was swelling inside her
mouth.
Gary had forgotten Carrie, he was breathing hard and he could feel that tingling sensation
behind his balls.
Carrie watched, slipping a finger inside her wet panties and playing with her clit.
Jenny grabbed her tits hard, pinching her nipples.

Gary gave one final deep thrust, threw his head back, and grunted as his cock released his
first rope of cum.
Carrie watched Gary arching his back as he jabbed his cock into Jennys bulging mouth.
Jenny wasnt prepared for the amount of hot seed filling her mouth. She had no choice but to
swallow. As she felt the gooey snot slide down her throat Gary groaned, Oh fuck yeah bitch.
Swallow that spunk like a whore.
Carrie frigged her clit some more. It felt good, very good but she knew Gary. He came hard,
but only a few powerful spurts and he was spent, no time for her release.
Gary felt the last dribble of himself on Jennys tongue. He let her head go and slipped out.
Smiling at the dribble of cum around her lips.
Jenny gasped in lungfuls of air. Then wiped the back of a hand across her mouth to clean
his spunk off. She noticed Gary;s sickening grin as she did so.
Carrie looked up at the two of them, Gary had stuffed his soft but still fat-looking cock back in
his trousers and straightened his suit. Jenny looked flushed, her blouse fell partially open,
and her breasts were free of her bra.
As Jenny looked down at Carrie, she smiled as she saw herself glistening around that
returning smile.
Okay. Not bad for a first try Jenny, Gary said in conversation, Now you two get cleaned up
and changed.
The two women exchanged glances before Gary added. Rachel will be here for dinner at 8
sharp, he said as he straightened his tie, Your chance to make a good impression ladies.
Yes Gary, will Jenny be serving tonight? Carrie asked, It is her first night and she has
been, err rather busy?
Shell get used to it. No, you will be both joining us for part of the meal. He informed them
as he strode towards the door, turning and glancing back. Carrie was standing straightening
her clothing. He could still see Jennys glistening pussy as she sat dumbfounded.
Carrie, lend Jenny a razor so she will be more presentable later. Remember, 8 sharp, now
go change.
With that, he was gone. The two women got up and headed upstairs to their respective
rooms to shower and change. One of the women had a rough idea of what was to come later
as she gave the other a razor.
To be continued….

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Is this Better?

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I stripped off in the adjacent changing room and tried to wrap the provided excuse for a robe

around me. I looked in the full-length mirror, my dark hair was tied up into my customary bun

until told otherwise. My pale grey eyes stared back at me, then travelled down over the silk,

covering my modesty.

The swell of my firm breasts filled the top. The belt was tied loosely around my waist. My

eyes took in the hem of the robe as it rested on the swell of my shapely hips. I followed that

delicate hem, from my hips to where it cast a faint shadow over my shaved pussy, visible

beneath.

I didnt need to look at my rear, I could feel my bum cheeks, tightened by the red heels I was

wearing, were only just covered. It wasnt the first time I had been prepared this way, and it

probably would not be the last. The life of an artists model. However, something didnt look

right as the image stared back at me.

As I entered the studio, Carlos, the artist, smiled at me knowingly. It was the first time I had

worked with him. He was in his late forties and had curly salt-and-pepper hair. His artists

beard was a mix of auburn and white. I knew from our discussions that he wanted an erotic

theme for todays sitting.

However, I was feeling far from erotic. It was a blazingly hot day, and here, in the studio, the

heat was oppressive. I looked down at the robe. It was tiny, more like a scarf than a silk

robe. I could feel the warm air on my partially exposed pussy and the cheeks of my bum.

Ah, youre back then? Carlis, carped at me, Thought youd got lost in there. He added

sarcastically, as he turned back to his easel and canvas. I breathed out an almost silent sigh.

It was going to be one of those sessions.

Sorry, I said testily, the heat was getting to me, I was trying to find a robe. This was all I

could find. I added, pointing at the scarf around my body.

Jenny, you look gorgeous, as ever. Devine. He said, without even looking at me, Now get

your backside into gear. I havent got all day.

I released a louder sigh. This one he heard.

Problem?

Should there be? I snapped. Taking a deep breath I reminded myself I am the artists

model, m sorry, I guess its the heat.

My role, after all, was to help make this mans vision into a visual reality. However, there

were times when the work seemed more demanding, and more personal. There were limits!

Thats okay then. Now lets get started, get the robe off, and kneel over by the chair in the

corner, He commanded with a shrug of a shoulder, As we discussed, remember sweetie?

Just like that, with a wave of a hand, the gig was on. I swallowed the annoyingly patronising

sweetie jibe. I put it down to the heat, not the arrogance d heard he was capable of. I

moved to the small bench-like seat in the middle of the studio. I let the robe slip onto the

seat, my heels clicked as I walked to start posing nearby.

As wed discussed previously, I angled my bum slightly away from him. One bum cheek was

to be visible, with the swell of my other cheek just barely visible.

What are you doing Jenny?

Another deep breath from me, This is what we talked about. I countered.

No, we discussed AT LENGTH! That I wanted an erotic theme!

I stared back at him over my shoulder. And?

Well for a start, He shouted, Your nipples are nowhere to be seen.

I looked down at my boobs. That was what was wrong with my reflection, a basic model

error. I forgot to pinch them before I took my robe off. Sorry, my bad. I forgot. I said, giving

them both a few extra hard squeezes and twists. Wincing a little with the pain, the idea was

to take my mind off my growing anger.

d forgotten the effect, squeezing my nipples has on me. I could feel my boobs begin

tingling, my body was beginning to wake. However, that was quickly snuffed out.

FINNE! But what about your buttocks?

I almost laughed, only my doctor called them buttocks. I looked over my shoulder at my bum.

Whats wrong with my bum? I snapped, Nobody has ever complained before. I felt the

anger rising.

Its not red.

Of course, its not bloody red. Its bronzed.

Its supposed to have been spanked, remember?

That was it, with a resounding crack, I slapped my bum. Then a louder, second, and third,

swiftly followed on the other cheek. I was feeling as far removed from erotic, as it was

possible to get.

Satisfied your majesty? I ventured. I was trying hard to control my rising anger, Red

enough for you now! I turned so he could see my glowing cheeks. He took one look, sighing

loudly.

Now they look sunburnt! Jenny, this is supposed to be an erotic tableau, not a sunbathing

scene, He stopped what he was doing, turned, and put his hands on his hips, You could at

least try to look aroused.

I snapped, big time. Fine! I sat my still stinging backside down on the chair, I parted my

thighs, Arouse me then!

What? Dont forget who youre talking to, young lady.

You want me aroused, get on your knees and get over here, I barked, pointing down

between my legs, ve had enough of games. Lick me!

I looked him up and down, it was the first time I had ever seen him confused. A strange

feeling came over me. Suddenly I felt a surge of empowerment. I remembered something I

told friends recently.

Did you know that, I began to say, as I idly ran my finger along the soft folds of my pussy,

In ancient Greece, the young oracles were aroused by the elders and high priests, so that

they could have visions.

He remained motionless, shocked, but watching me.

I may not be an oracle. I continued, applying more pressure with my fingers, I am, though,

supposed to be your muse.

As I studied him, still no movement. I could almost feel the turmoil in his mind. An artist, used

to control, to directing his model, his muse, to do his posing as he commanded.

My finger was sliding softly between my outer lips. I could feel myself beginning to gently

flow, but he was not going to know that. I suddenly felt in control. I looked into his eyes as

they watched my finger. The quick lick of his tongue along his lips. A slight bulge growing in

his crotch. Either, I made a move now, or I lost control.

I said on your knees, I raised my voice and stared at him, Get down here, and lick my

pussy. There was an authority in my voice, from where I had no idea, but my heart was

pounding.

But, but, Jenny, we cant, we don....

Now, I screamed,  Make me wet! I may have felt a little sympathy, but that bulge was now

pronounced in his jeans. I was beginning to enjoy the control.

Carlos walked over and knelt between my legs. I parted my thighs a bit more for his

shoulders. As he leaned in, I felt his breath on my moistening lips. I grabbed his hair and

lifted his head upwards.

Carlos, I said softly before adding with a grin, No slacking. Now lick.

I pushed the arrogant sod down against my hot fanny. I was determined to make the little

shit work for his scene. I couldnt help but tense, this was not my usual oral experience. I

never have to tell my suitors to eat me.

There was a tentative lick on the soft petals of my folds. I stifled a gasp. For fucks sake

man, I barked, It wont bite. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him tighter onto my

pussy.

I felt his mouth on me and then his lips parted as he began to suck the outer folds of me into

his mouth. I just managed to suppress a moan. He seemed to have got the message, but I

held his head against me. I was in charge now.

I looked down, over the swell of my boobs, nipples hardening in their own right now. A soft

sheen of perspiration made my tits glow under the sunlight streaming through the large voile-

covered window.

I felt my folds slowly rest back as Carlos released them. I was about to order him not to stop,

but then tipped my head back and moaned as I felt a wet tongue run through those folds,

parting them around that tongue.

Oh fuck, I moaned, That feels good, I growled. As the tongue slipped a little further in and

moved up and down along my inner lips.

You like that? He smiled up at me.

Shut up and lick, I ordered as I looked down past my hands as they pinched and squeezed

my hard nips. I didnt even know I was doing that, but it also felt good as my tits were tingling

in pleasure. I could see Carlos grin vanish as I stared into his eyes. It seems my gray eyes

were not conveying the lust he was expecting.

Too fucking bad I thought as I forced myself more onto his face! He was now here to serve

me, god I felt in total contro….Oh sweet fucking hedes, I moaned deeply as his tongue

dipped into my hole, Yesss!

That tongue, that gorgeous tongue was dipping in and out, not deep, but quick. It felt so

gooo….Oooh, yes, oh fuck yesss, Fingers were peeling me open and a nose was rubbing

against my cl...,nnnngh.

I grabbed my sweaty tits and squeezed them. Hard!!

I lifted my legs over shoulders, digging my heels into a sweat-soaked shirt as I pulled that

head, that nose and tongue hard against me.

I ground my wetness against that face. I was mauling handfuls of titty flesh, thumbing my

nip.….Do it, deeper. I ordered, I think I may have even whimpered. I didnt need to hear the

obscene slurping noises from between my thighs, I could feel myself flowing down between

my arse cheeks.

I was wet, no! I was fucking soaked. It wasnt enough though. I knew it, my body knew it

wasnt enough. There was a slight fluttering in my belly, my tits were positively buzzing. My

thighs were beginning to tighten. I needed something in me, I didnt care what as long as it

was hard and hopefully thick.

I thought about the dildo in my holdall, kept there if I needed to relax more for an artists

vision. Then I pulled the twin globes of my shiny tits aside and looked down at a head

bobbing up and down along my slit. It was an arrogant son of a bitch under that hair, but I

was in control of him. I did not wan…. urrghh! The little shit was sucking on my cl..,aargh,

fuuu, ennng.

I was not losing control, if his cock was going inside me, it was going in on my terms.

I let my legs slip back to the floor. Sighing I grabbed the hair, slicked with sweat, and

reluctantly hauled him off my clitoris. I smiled as I looked at my goo, shimmering off his face

and sparkling all over his beard.

I could see in his eyes, the lust my musky aroma creates. Natures aphrodisiac. I needed

cock. I also craved this control. It stood and peeled its t-shirt off. There was a paunch, but

that was middle age for you. It stared at my open wetness, then looked into my eyes,

grinning that m going to have you, grin most men get when they think theyre doing us,

women a favour.

Next, the shorts were undone and dropped, that grin even wider. I couldnt help but smile at

the stiff shaft, topped by purple glans, beneath white briefs, made transparent by precum. I

was smiling because d caused that. I felt myself leak a bit more.

The grinner seemed to think something else though.

It was another one of those moments. A split second to lose control, or strengthen it. Then I

thought of that friend again. He told me during one of our chats, about some German retro

porn hed been watching. That was it!

It was something d never tried before, not sure d ever wanted to try. It was this or losing

control.

The grinners briefs were about to come down.

Carlos, I said bashfully, as I began to stand, I need to pee, and I need to do it now.

He stood before me. Oh, of course, It was amazing how suddenly, the predator changed to

compassion, Its upstairs first door left.

I gave him an evil grin. You misunderstand, This was it, No, I need to pee, I loved this

power, as I added, Very badly.

There it was again, that confused look. I now had permanent control.

Lay on the floor, I explained calmly. He didnt blink or grin. Hands-on my hips, I watched

him lay on his back, briefs tenting strongly, his shaft desperately trying to break free.

I could feel that wonderful sensation as my cum began to trickle down the inside of my

thighs. I slowly lifted one leg over the flattened-out paunch. I gazed down at the eyes, staring

up between my thighs, I knew my pussy was glistening, along with my inner thighs.

Thats a good boy, I reassured, I could see the corners of that stupid grin begin to return,

Now, dont you dare move, I ordered.

Tilting my head to one side, it was my turn to grin again. Hands upon my hips. Ready? Oh

the sweet joy I felt as realisation dawned beneath me. I bent my knees slightly, pushing my

pelvis forward. This was about control, not humiliation.

Expecting a gush, I felt a warm trickle down my legs. I used my index and forefinger, making

the classic inverted v, to open myself a little.

Taking a deep breath, and pushed down on my bladder. I closed my eyes and sighed in

relief as a golden stream flowed forward and splashed over the briefs and body below. What

started as just an idea in control, took on a life of his own. I didnt realise how much I wanted

to pee.

As the last few drops let gravity take over. I heard an unmistakable fapping sound, I looked

down at a hand fisting an engorged cock. I raised a heeled leg, and slowly pressed my foot

down on the tight balls below. Not enough to cause pain, well almost. I heard a satisfying

groan though, and the fist stopped wanking.

He looked up in time, to see me carefully dab my pussy lips clear of pee. At last, d found a

practical use for the robe and tossed it aside. I slid two fingers into my pussy, sighing as they

sloshed in and out. Satisfied peeing hadnt affected my insides, I checked both eyes were on

me. Slowly I sucked my fingers clean with a smack of my lips. I love my delicate taste.

I turned and moved slowly and walked back toward the seat. Swaying my hips with each

step, I was thinking of a big cat, stalking her prey. I used every ounce of female Guille,

knowing my arse was hypnotic as each cheek rose and fell in turn.

I lowered myself slowly onto all fours, my arse was high in the air, my head resting on my

outstretched arms. I turned my head, smiling at my prize.

Carlos, I purred, he was now putty in my hand, but he had something I needed, You may

fuck me now you arrogant sod.

Yes, Miss.

Oh fuck, did he just call me Miss? I felt my thicker juices dripping from my pussy. I let my

arse sway slightly, god I needed cock. He stood up, glistening with sweat as much as pee. I

watched his cock bobbing with each step. He wasnt big, but he was so hard.

He knelt behind me, I rested my head back down and moaned as he rubbed his cock along

my outer lips. I pushed back, to take him. Still, he rubbed himself against my lips.

Sod this, I cried, Youre here for my pleasure.

I reached behind, grabbed his knob, and lined him up with my hole. I pushed back onto him

groaning as he pushed past my outer lips. I braced as cock head met my inner muscle. I

pushed back as he held my hips and inched forward. nnnnngg! We both groaned as his

balls rested against my swollen lips.

I felt his cock pulsing inside me as he rested there. I wiggled my bum to let him know what

he was supposed to be doing.

ahhh, I felt him slowly easing ba..,urrrrrm, I could feel the veins along his thick shaft,

ooooomk. His plum was wedged in my entrance. I was about to wiggle my arse again

wh…oorrrrffffffu, He slammed his cock back in, to the hilt. The disgustingly wet sound of

balls against pussy, added a beat to the rhythm of my moans.

Oh fuck yes, you bastard. I cried. Again he eased out and slammed back into me.

I began to back onto him, trying to get more inside me. This was not lovemaking, it was not

even sex, this was pure animal release. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my arse. Our

pace was frenetic, the room echoed with flesh against flesh, slapping and slurping. Oh, that

disgusting sound I made when he pulled his cock almost out before rutting back into my

tightening sheaf.

I tried to imagine what Carlos could see, his pace increasing as more musk entered his

brain. Owww, yes, I yelped as he slapped my arse cheek, Spank my hot sexy arse.

The slapping of our bodies melding together, was joined by the alternate slapping of each

arse cheek, as I continued to enjoy the disgusting slurping of our fuc…. yeerggggh, I cried

as I felt a finger slip into my arsehole, nynnngod, I felt my thighs trembling and my tits

tingling anew. I felt myself begin to tighten, my ears were getting warm. I reached a hand up

to grip my bouncing tits, they were soaked in sweat. I squeezed them har……

urgh…nnnng…Carl….jessst…..ker…oooh…fuuu…my….cunn,

I grabbed my tit so hard as I screamed out my cum. I could feel myself clenching and

relaxing, clenchin..,

Arrrrghh fuck yes, yes, oh fucking yes. I was cumming like I hadnt come in months. His

cock was still pounding my wet mess as I climbed down from my peak.

I looked over my shoulder, past my rippling arse cheeks, watching his body pummelled me

as he wormed two fingers into my arse. I looked at his contorted face as he looked down at

my arse.

Fuck it Carlos, I sighed, Fuck my arse, slide your cock in…

m…I..cant…gonna…ccuu…

Nooooo! I wailed, Here, now.

I flicked my head around to indicate I wanted him in front of me. I groaned as he withdrew

from me with a very satisfying wet slurp. He almost ran around to face me.

He stood there holding his cock at the root. It was slick with my creamy essence, and I love

the taste of my cum. I used his balls to pull his gooey cock into my mouth.

Oh yes, nothing like my cum to add sweetness to a thick cock. I swirled my tongue around

his glands. I felt it twitch, then jerk once.

I quickly pulled him from my mouth, wrapped my finger and thumb around the knob, and

quickly wanked that throbbing cock.

As expected, my hand only moved back and forth three times before he grunted and a thick

rope of spunk landed over my forehead and hair. A couple more rubs and another string of

searing hot cum moulded itself over my right eye and nose.

The next hot jizz hit my cheek, then my mouth and chin, the thinner dregs, flowed over my

thumb and fingers.

Carlis slumped back on hunches, gasping for breath. He sat there watching as I began to

stand, licking my hand clean as I did. I could feel myself still oozing down my inner thighs.

I stood unsteadily, on quivering legs. My face streaked with his cum, some of which was now

dripping onto my tits.

Hands on my hips I asked quietly, Well, is this better? Do I look aroused enough now?.......

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Coffee and Lace

Today was scheduled to be a quiet, boring day. So I popped into my local coffee shop on the way to work.  Grabbing a flat white coffee, I sat in a corner and started to catch up on my messages. As I took a sip of my coffee, I glanced across the shop, and there opposite me sat an attractive woman. Young enough to be my daughter, she was busy with a notepad. I couldn't help myself as I studied her. Long dark hair, glasses perched just below the bridge of her nose. Her gorgeous eyes seemed to shimmer as she worked. Smart black jacket, crisp white blouse, a black tie, and a very short black skirt. I am not one to stare, normally, but the short split on her skirt accentuated her bronzed thigh. On impulse, I snapped a picture. I picked my coffee up, stopping in mid-sip, as she uncrossed her right thigh. My eyes stared between her thighs, white panties gleamed back at me. I couldn't help it, I pointed my phone, snapped a couple of pics. I sipped my coffee and saw her looking at me. I looked down, feeling guilty. A man of my age, ogling a much younger woman. However, I couldn't resist staring at my phone's camera. When she looked away, my eyes switched back to her and were riveted between her legs. She parted her legs a little more. Delicate lace knickers nestled between her bronzed thighs. I was mesmerised and, despite my best efforts, growing hard. She looked up again, again I quickly looked away.

This went on for about ten minutes, according to the video on my phone. Each time I looked back, her thighs parted more, a fraction at a time. Nobody else could see but me, nobody else knew but the two of us. My cock was pressing tight against my trousers. It was getting uncomfortable. I saw her begin to pack away her notebook and took the opportunity to get up for the gents. I needed to readjust myself.

Suddenly as I reached the loo, there was a gentle shove on my shoulder, and I found myself in the baby changing room. I turned and stared into those young shimmering eyes.

"Show me," she said softly before smiling, "The phone!"

I handed her the phone, she flicked through the gallery then watched the video. I could feel my cock straining. Turning the phone off, she placed it on her bag. In one quick movement, she bent and slipped out of her knickers. She pulled her skirt up her thighs and sat on the baby changing shelf.

Parting her bronzed thighs, "Lick." 

I knelt before the smoothest, pretty pussy I'd ever seen. I began to slide my tongue along her soft folds, I liked it when she sighed. My fingers held her folds, and gently parted them. Her inner lips shone like morning dew. I ran my tongue up along them, enjoying her sweet taste. She moaned very quietly, but it sounded so hot.

Her hand held my head, "Hurry," she whispered, "Late for work!"

Holding my head tight against her, she began to move her pussy against my probing tongue. I could feel my precum soaking my pants. I could feel her juices flowing thickly into my mouth, tasting sweeter all the while. I began to thrust my tongue inside her as deep as I could go, whilst working my thumb around and over her wet clit. She was close, I could taste it. Moaning softly as she pushed against me. Then I realised, my tongue wasn't enough. I heard and felt a quiet groan of frustration, as my tongue left its warm home. I slipped two fingers into her wet pussy, and she held her hand to her mouth to stifle a groan. My tongue worked her clit, my two fingers slurping inside her. Her hips began to hump back against my thrusting fingers. Suddenly her back arched and I felt her pussy clenching and releasing my fingers, as her juices flowed over my hand. Even though she held her fist against her mouth, the moan was loud as her face blushing crimson in orgasm. Her body continued to jolt and spasm, I continued my tonguing and tried to thrust against her clenching muscles. Eventually, she began to calm down, her face, relaxing and losing its orgasmic blush. She sighed as my fingers left her. Grabbing some baby wipes from a pack on the table beside her, she quickly wiped her inner thighs and slipped her knickers back on slowly.

Handing my phone back, she leaned forwards, with a satisfying smile she kissed my forehead, checked the coast was clear, and was gone.

I turned the phone on, checked the gallery, the pics, and video had been sent to the recycle bin.

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It Was a Hot Day

It was a hot day, and Sophie had had a boring day at school, so she was laying out in the backyard, enjoying the sun. She had the place to herself. Daddy was supposed to be home but had instead gone to help his brother, Sophie's Uncle Harry, work on his car.

So Sophie was laying there enjoying the sun, wearing a bikini top that only just covered her tits.  She was also wearing her favourite cut-off shorts. Sophie liked to wear them to tease the boys after school, she also enjoyed wearing them around the house to tease her dad.

They were cut short and showed off her pert bum cheeks. Except when she bent over, then they kind of disappeared between her cheeks, showing her arse to perfection. Although she was sixteen, she had noticed her body filling out in all the right places. She was particularly proud of her pert arse and lovd showing it off.

Sophie had a glass of wine beside her, it was probably her third glass, and she was so relaxed, she wasn't counting. Her dad probably wouldn't even notice the missing bottle, he seemed distracted lately.
Heck, he'd not even noticed this morning, when she'd "accidentally" left her bedroom door open whilst getting dressed for school. A perfect view she'd thought, bending over with her back to the door as she put on her white lace thong.

She had been looking forward to seeing her dad when she got home. After teasing the boys at school and flashing her lace thong to the bus driver on the way home, Sophie had got so, so wet.

Sophie began to think about her father and her uncle, both similar, both good-looking. Although, unlike her dad, she had caught her uncle looking at her tits and arse more frequently lately.

The more she thought about her uncle, the harder her nipples became. She could also feel your pussy leaking more into her thong.

As she daydreamed, her hand began to feel her tits, as she imagined her hunk of an uncle, watching her. Sophie started to wonder what his cock would be like. Once, she'd got a really good look at her dad as he was coming out of the shower. Fortunately, he didn't spot her as she watched his hard cock swaying in front of him as he dried himself off, she'd run off to her room and masturbated.

Sophie undid your bikini top, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands went back to cup her breasts, gasping as fingers and thumbs pinched her nipples, making them harder and more sensitive.

Closing her eyes, she traced her fingers down over her flat belly. Undoing your shorts, her hand slipped inside the white lace panties, seeking her wet pussy.

Sophie's fingers began rubbing her pussy juice around her hard clit. Her hips began to thrust back against her fingers as she moaned and pictured  Uncle Harry, his cock must be as big as Daddy. He would be so hard as he stood there watching her finger fuck herself. He'd have his cock out and be stroking it fast.
She managed to get her shorts off, and pulling her thong aside, began to pump three fingers in and out of her soaked pussy.

"Well, well Sophie. It seems your dad was right. You are one horny little bitch."

Startled, she stopped pinching her nipples. However Sophie was, so close to peaking, she kept her fingers working in her pussy. Sophie looked up to see Uncle Harry, grinning down at her, he was massaging the bulge in his trousers.

"Your daddy popped around today, he said he was worried about you. He told me you'd been wandering around at home, with hardly any clothes on. Letting him see you getting dressed. Even spying on him as he showered. I thought he was crazy, but now. Well, now I think he may have been right." 
Uncle Harry continued, lowering the zip on his trousers. He dropped them and his hard cock sprang up.

As he wrapped his hand around it and began to stroke, Sophie saw the precum, arched her back and felt her pussy flood her fingers as she came.

As she lay there panting, trying to get her breath back. She watched her Uncle strip off. Her fingers were still in her, still probing.

"John, sorry, your dad asked if I could somehow talk to you. Try and point out that what you are doing is not good. You are still at school, only 16, and he's your father. I can see that is not going to work, you need a different kind of lesson. He was right about one thing though, you do have great tits." Harry said as he knelt beside her on the ground.

He placed his hand around the back of her head and pulled it towards his cock.

"First lesson Sophie, open your mouth and suck it!" Came the command.

Sophie licked her lips as her mouth was pulled toward the leaking, throbbing cock. She licked at the drops of clear fluid leaking from the eye and thrilled when her uncle groaned. Closing her lips over the wet head, she began to suck the monster inside. As she wasn't quite sure what to do, she was grateful when her uncle began to ease her head backward and forward along his length. She did know enough to keep sucking on the forward stroke.

She was beginning to build up a good rhythm and noticed that if she swirled her tongue around her uncle's dick she was rewarded with the sweet taste of precum, and his deep groans. Her pussy was leaking fluid down her butt crack, so her body was enjoying it too.Suddenly Harry pulled out with a popping sound, trailing spit as he did. She thought she had done something wrong until he rolled her over and said, "God Sophie you suck cock well. Now let's see that arse of yours, John said it's sweet."

He pulled his niece up on all fours and moved round behind her, slowly peeled her thong down, and left them halfway down her thighs.

"Wow, your dad was right. That is one sweet ass." Her uncle said as he felt each cheek.

Sophie moaned as she felt her uncle run his hand down the outside of her thigh before he ran it back up her inner thigh. She felt a little uneasy in case he felt her juice on her legs. That was until his hand reached her pussy, his thumb rubbed her clit and she moaned.

"Fuck Sophie, you're soaked. And that aroma." He shoved two fingers inside, thrusting them in two or three times before putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean.

"Your cunt tastes sweet and amazing, and the scent, pure sex!"

Sophie felt pleased that her Uncle liked her taste. She knew how she tasted, but it was so hot knowing her Uncle liked it. She felt her Uncle rubbing his cock along her butt cheeks and moaned loudly.

"Normally I'd love to eat that pussy of yours, but my little niece has got me so worked up, I'm gonna save that until later, probably when your dad's not around," Harry said and stopped rubbing his cock against her.Sophie felt her Uncle's hard cock slide down her butt cheeks, over her tight little rosebud, until the head slipped along her pussy lips to her wet opening, it lodged there, pulsing.

Then she felt some pressure as that cock, that wonderful cock, edged forward, parting her opening. Sophie rested her head on her arms beneath her, and let out a long deep moan, as she felt her  Uncle ease his cock inside, inch by satisfyingly thick inch.

Harry was holding his niece by her hips, as he looked down between her ass cheeks and watched his cock sliding slowly inside her cunt. He marvelled at how well she was handling him, and the way her lips were being pushed inwards with him.

Then he stopped pushing as he felt his balls resting against wet lips. His cock was twitching inside its tight sheath, as he revelled in his niece's tight cunt.

"Oh my god, Sophie." He gasped. "You are so tight. I haven't felt anyone  this tight since your dad and I fucked your mum before you were born." He felt her walls grip him even tighter.

Sophie couldn't help herself, the thought of her late mum being shared by her dad and Uncle, turned her on so much. Her pussy just gripped her Uncle tighter and he groaned, she didn't know she could do that. She pushed back against her Uncle, wiggling her arse.

Harry felt his young niece push back onto him and saw and felt her ass jiggling. He brought his hand down with a resounding crack, as he slapped her ass, before pulling his dick almost the whole way out. So the little bitch wants to play, does she, he thought to himself.

"Okay, you little cock teasing slut. If you want to play it that way, we'll play."

Harry just ploughed his cock straight back inside Sophie, almost forcing the air from her as his balls slapped against her. He pulled back, watching her cunt lips clinging to him as his dick withdrew. Before slamming back in. He was growling as he used his niece's cunt for his pleasure.

Sophie could feel her Uncle Harry as he fucked her. She could feel the head of his cock and how he stretched her pussy wall, she almost felt his veins. She could certainly feel him pulsing as he pulled out until just the mushroomed head rested in her pussy entrance.  Before taking her breath away as he slammed his cock back inside her. The more he fucked her, the more his balls banged her engorged clit. The power of his thrusting was also driving his cock against her cervix. Her pussy was gushing as they fucked,

Above the sound of her goans, and shrieks when he slapped against her clit, she could hear her uncle's groans and occasional growls. She could feel another orgasm approaching.

Harry looked down at his dick as he pulled back, it was covered in his niece's cum juice, slick, creamy white and glistening in the evening sun. Every time he breathed in, he smelt the musky aroma from her slit.

They had a good rhythm going. Or rather, he was steadily pounding her. Sweat was pouring off him.
He knew he was going to blow soon. It was the combination of her musky scent, looking down at her perfect ass and that tempting tight puckered hole. Watching his dick pistoning in and out of her tight little cunt, gripping him as he fucked her. But most of all, it was the knowledge that he was balls deep in his brother's 16-year-old daughter, that was the clincher.

"Sophie baby, your cunt is so tight your uncle is gonna cum anytime now."

Sophie's pussy instinctively gripped him when he said he was going to cum! Then panic set in, no birth control. She'd been so fired up, she'd not even thought of condoms! 

"Uncle Harry no, no! Don't cum in me, I'm not on the pill, cum over me, or in my mouth. I'll get pregnant." Sophie pleaded. Instead of pulling out as she'd demanded. She felt her Uncle grip her hips as if to hold her there.

Harry heard Sophie's plea but grabbed a firm hold of her hips and began to pull her into his dick as he increased his pace. Slamming his dick in and out of her squishy tight cunt. His now tight balls slammed against her clit.

"You little whore, you're going to take your Uncle's cum in your cunt like the bad young slut you are. I'm not pulling out for anything."

"Nooooo uncle, no, you can't."

"Too late slut, here it comes. Enjoy it bitch." He grunted just as he felt his seed rushing through his cock.

Although Sophie was afraid of getting pregnant, she still screamed out her climax as she felt her uncle jerk once in her pussy, then twice, and then she felt the first hot rope of cum jet inside her. Mortified, she felt her pussy spasm around her uncle's pulsing monster as she came, hard, feeling jet after jet of thick cum filling her……..

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