Daddy and Jenna - 6

Courtney's back


Doug and Jenna welcomed Courtney to their house with open arms. literally. Courtney's parents had gone on an extended business trip/vacation, but since part of it was for business, they had to leave Courtney behind.



Doug looked at Courtney, rbering her last visit with them. He also rbered her dark brown pussy hair, and dark, sensitive nipples atop her B-cup boobs. He could still see her as she opened her sexy legs to him for the first time, revealing a nearly dripping pussy as she let him be the first man to fuck her. He recalled how she kept from screaming as he took her cherry, and how willing she was to let him fuck her, as long as they were in private the first time.


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As she hugged him today, he (and she) could feel his 6" cock begin to grow immediately. Courtney reached down and gave his dick a playful squeeze as she asked "Are you happy to see me again, Doug?"



After his initial barrassment, Doug replied "What do you think, Court?" and with that, he reached his hand up to her chest, and began to rub her boobs. It quickly became obvious that she was not wearing a bra under her thin T-shirt, as he could feel her nipples grow to his touch. She was also wearing a short skirt, with sandals on her feet. "Ah, the 'braless' look" Doug commented. "I like it."



As Doug reached down to her hemline, Courtney stopped him. "No peeking, I have a surprise for you two. Look!"



And as Doug and Jenna watched, she slowly pulled her skirt up, revealing more and more of her legs, until finally, her pussy was revealed. It was quickly obvious to them that Courtney had made good use of her razor recently, as her pussy lips were clean-shaven of the dark brown hairs that had partly covered her lips.



"Well, whaddya think?" she asked. Doug and Jenna both got concerned expressions on their faces, as though they could read each other's mind. Courtney, in turn, became a bit worried herself since this was not the reaction that she expected. "Don't you like my new look?"



Jenna was the first one to speak. "I only have one thing to say, Court." She paused, sighed, then said "Will you shave me, too?"



Courtney nearly tackled Jenna. "You scared me to death, Jenna. I thought you didn't like it."



"Quite the contrary, Courtney" replied Doug. "We both love it. In fact, if you do a good enough job on Jenna, I might even let you shave me, too!"



The girls' eyes lit up suddenly. "Really, Daddy? I didn't think you'd ever allow that."



"Really, Jenna. It's only fair."



Courtney broke in then. "OK, that's for later. Now, I have something else I want to show you." And with that, Courtney reached into one of her bags and pulled out a strap-on dildo. "You like, Jenna? This way, I can fuck you just like your dad does."



"Cooool" was Jenna's reply. "That plus my vibrator will give us plenty to do for the next several days. I can see a lot of orgasms for us. I'm getting wet just at the thought of it." Jenna reached down to her crotch and began rubing. "I can even feel my pussy's heat through my shorts."



"Now, I've got a surprise for both of you" said Doug. Suddenly, he had both girls' rapt attention. "Jenna, you rber looking for a cabin to rent for our next vacation?"



"Yes."



"Well, I took the liberty of renting one just big enough for the three of us. It's located on a lake on top of a mountain, and there is nobody around for miles. It's just a private little bungalow that's been in one family for years, and they decided to make a little money off of it. How does that sound?"



Both girls said "Yes" at the same time. "Jenna, I've already packed; Courtney hasn't had a chanced to unpack yet. I guess we're just waiting for you now."



Jenna and Courtney nearly knocked Doug over as they hurried to Jenna's room. She pulled a suitcase and a make-up bag from her closet, opened her dresser, and began throwing clothes into her bag. When she began to pick through her bras and panties, though, she paused.



"Jenna, is something wrong?" asked Courtney.



"No, I was just thinking about not wearing any underwear, not even bringing any with me so I wouldn't be tempted." And with that, Jenna closed her top dresser drawer without putting the first bra or pair of panties in her bag. She then changed clothes to an equally short skirt and her own button down shirt unbuttoned to the third button to show off her 34Cs.



"That sounds cool to me, too!" Courtney rushed to retrieve her own suitcase, pulled it into Jenna's room, and removed all her own undies from her bag. "Thank heaven I just had my period."



Both girls broke into hard laughter at that one. "Me too" echoed Jenna. The laughter drew Doug to Jenna's door. His puzzled look only made the girls laugh again.



"Never mind, Daddy. You wouldn't want to know."



"You're probably right. Ready to go?"



And before you could blink an eye, they all piled in the car and headed for their mountaintop escape. Since it was dinner time, they stopped at a restaurant for a bite. Fortunately, it was a little past dinnertime by then, so they had their pick of booths. Jenna quickly led them to a rather large one that had a curved seat that easily accommodated all three of them with room to spare. Doug was seated between the girls, unaware of the unclothed pussy under their skirts.



Doug ordered a large mixed drink, and though the girls could not be served one due to their ages, Doug did allow them to sip from his drink. In fact, the girls drank more of his drink than he dared since he was the driver, and by the time they got their food, they were starting to get a little tipsy.



Just before their food arrived, Jenna said "I need to pee." She literally crawled out of the booth, with her ass facing Doug and Courtney. Doug was sure he saw her pussy crack between her legs since her skirt had ridden up. Courtney took the hint, crawling out of the booth in the same manner as Jenna, giving Doug the same show as Jenna did. Doug could feel his cock beginning to grow at the sight of two pussies hidden only by the cloth of their skirts.



When they got back they both slid in at the same time. Doug noticed that he could more easily see down Courtney's shirt as she seemed to have unbuttoned one or two more buttons than before. He was wearing shorts, and could feel his cock begin to rise again as both girls laid a leg over one of his. Once they began eating, their legs spread a bit further, and he noticed that they both sneaked a hand under their hems from time to time.



As they neared the end of dinner, Courtney's hand seemed to stay under her skirt more and more. When Jenna noticed this, she quickly followed suit. Doug could detect the sweet aroma of their pussy juices, but noticed the server approaching their table with the check.



"We've got company" he whispered, and they quickly withdrew their hands from their pussies. Doug paid the bill, and they slid from the booth and headed out to the car. Once on the road, both girls pulled their skirts up to their waists and began fingering the other's pussy.



Doug could again detect their aroma mixing in the car. Soon, they began to squirm in the seat, and he could hear their fingers as they moved in and out of each other's cunt. It was hard to keep the car on the road as they put on their show, clearly visible in his rear view mirror. At least it was still light enough for him to see their antics in the rear seat.



"Oh, God, I'm about to cum!" said Courtney as Jenna pushed her over the edge. "Yesssssss!" she hissed as her pussy juice made a wet spot on the back seat. Doug had to open the button and unzip his pants to release the pressure on his cock.



Next thing, he heard Jenna moaning. Suddenly, she lifted her ass off the seat as she said "Right there, Court. Harder! Make me cuuummmmm!" And then, Jenna's pussy juice dripped from her upraised cunt onto her side of the seat as her best friend made her cum. At almost the same time, both girls withdrew their fingers from each other's pussy, and left both cunts wide open for Doug to see. His cock had grown to its fullest, but he had to suffer through a case of blue balls since he was driving.



Even they had a relatively short trip, because they had both cum, they fell asleep on the way. Doug got as many views of their pussies as he desired, which kept his cock at full staff all the way to their cabin. When he stopped to get the keys, the girls woke up and covered up their wares. Five minutes later, they were on their mountain top destination, just in time for sunset.



The cabin was a two-story, two-bedroom chalet, with a hot tub outside, and a jacuzzi inside. There was also a deck both downstairs and up, the latter accessible only via the bedroom. It even had its own small pool in the front. The girls immediately wanted the try the hot tub, and turned it on even before getting through the front door.



Inside, it was fully furnished, with king-sized beds in each bedroom. All three emptied their suitcases into the dresser, then stripped down. The clothes were for going out--staying in required birthday suits only. Doug found himself staring at the two beautiful bodies more than he should have. Jenna, with blonde hair on her head and pussy, had a 35-inch ass, and wonderfully flared hips. Courtney looked to have a 32B bust, with probably a 34-inch ass. Both were perfectly proportioned for their frames. Courtney's dark brown hair was still present on her mons, but her pussy lips were absolutely clean-shaven.



"How about we get out the shaving equipment and get that over with first?" suggested Courtney. She apparently liked her shaved look enough that couldn't wait to have us all looking the same. Doug volunteered to go first.



Both girls were very careful, using scissors first to trim the pubes down to a manageable size, then using shaving cream on his balls, cock, and the area between the balls and the ass, shaved his dick clean. With all of the fondling of his personal parts, Doug's cock rapidly grew to its full 6" length, making shaving it even easier. At Courtney's suggestion, we left some of the hair above the cock, but shortened some.



Next was Jenna. As Doug and Courtney used the scissors, Jenna also became excited, and her inner lips quickly were protruding between her pussy lips. Jenna wanted to go all the way bald,, and Courtney and Doug were more than happy to oblige her. In just a few minutes, they were shaving all her hair off, having to be very careful around her pussy lips and further back. Nicks would not be advisable. They watched her blonde hair disappear from her cunt, then from her mons, and her pussy began to look more like a little girl's all the time. By the time they were finished, pussy juice was dribling from her cunt, and Courtney and Doug spread it around her newly balded area, providing a soothing effect.



Since Jenna was already wet, her dad stuck two fingers into her cunt, slowly penetrating her newly bald sex organ until he was in to the knuckles. Doug moved them back and forth, gradually gaining speed, until Jenna was squirming with the sensations. He noticed that Courtney had moved to the dresser, and when she moved into his field of vision again, Doug saw her new strap-on dildo, and slowly pulled his fingers from his daughter's pussy.



Courtney replaced Doug's fingers with her new sex toy, and began moving it in and out of her best friend's pussy, emulating movements that she had seen Doug perform when fucking the others and herself. The red ruber dildo was slightly bigger around than Doug's cock, but as wet as Jenna was already, insertion was not a problem. Doug did not want to be left out of the action, and sat on his daughter's boobs, leaning forward to slip his tongue into her mouth.



Jenna greedily sucked his cock in, while Courtney continued fucking her, gaining speed with time. Quickly, her pussy reacted to Courtney's humping, and Jenna released Doug's cock as her orgasm approached.



"I'm cummmminnnng, OH GOD Court, keep going!!" Jenna screamed. She had never cum this hard, and when Courtney looked down, her friend's cum had covered her toy, draining down her pussy and ass crack onto the bed. Courtney slowed her movements down, allowing Jenna to recover, and Jenna reinserted her dad's cock in her mouth and started working on it again. After hearing his daughter cum, Doug's excitement gained impetus, and shortly he came in his daughter's mouth. She swallowed what she could, but some came from her mouth and dripped onto Doug's groin.



Courtney then began pounding Jenna's pussy harder, and Jenna's orgasm quickly approached. She began moving back against Courtney's strap-on, their legs slapping against each other's as another orgasm wracked Jenna, building from her pussy, and spreading out to encompass her entire body. Jenna collapsed, and the dildo pulled from her cunt.



Courtney then unstrapped her dildo, and began frigging herself. Doug had never seen a hand rub faster than hers was against her clit. In no time, she was cumming herself, lifting her ass off the bed, cum draining onto the mattress. Doug then moved to Courtney, flipped her over, and pulled her ass up. He then inserted his cock deep into her pussy, covering his cock with a cum cocktail, then fucked her with a fury he'd never known before. Courtney came once, twice, as he reached around her and diddled her clit for a third orgasm, when he finally erupted deep into her inner recesses.



Doug pulled his cock from Courtney's pussy and collapsed between Jenna and her. All three struggled to catch their breath as they basked in the glow of some great sex. Jenna picked up the strap-on and licked her juices off. Then she realized the hot tub was still on, and said "Let's go outside."



Though tired, all three headed downstairs to the hot tub. Once inside the warm water, the jets were turned on, and all three relaxed for a while. Jenna moved in front of one of the jets to let it massage her back, then stood up with another idea. She stepped on a step inside the tub, and squatted in front of the jet. With just a little adjusting, she had spread her legs and centered her pussy right in front of the water jet, and it moved the water right on and through her pussy lips. One more adjustment, and her clit was aimed right at the jet, and it was only less than ten seconds of this new stimulation before she was cumming breathlessly.



Courtney watched Jenna's show raptly, then positioned herself with her ass pointing toward the jet. This also allowed the water to spray directly onto her clit and pussy, and Doug reached out to her dark nipples and began gently pinching then. Now Courtney was having an intense cum of her own, and if Doug hadn't been in front of her, she would have taken a dive into the water. Both girls sank down into the water again as they recovered from their latest sexcapade.



"That was HOT, girls! My cock's already hard again just from watching."



Jenna replied "We're here to please" while Courtney began stroking Doug's cock once more. She stuck it into her mouth, and worked directly on his cock head. He could feel his balls contract into his body, and soon his cum was shooting into Courtney's mouth. She couldn't catch it all, and Jenna moved over to catch the remainder, then Frenched her friend, allowing his cum to mix in both mouths before it was finally swallowed.



Jenna was first to speak. "Now that was hot, Daddy. We both love to suck your cock, and your cum tastes wonderful."



They got out of the tub and wandered naked around the house and property. All three were exhausted, and it was only their first night. What more could they find to do?





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Amanda's Erotic Itch Pt 2

Amanda's Fun Continues, With Sexy Neighbor, and Tim, Only Tim Get The Surprise Of His Life.....


Amanda walked out onto her patio clad only in a flimsy, sheer robe along with her morning coffee. As she lazed on the lounge chair she wondered if the home center would be open yet...she wanted to call Tim and ask him to come over and install her shower massage, not to mention she wanted his eight hard inches in her ever horny pussy. Amanda picked up her cell phone and called the home center asking for Tim. Once Tim answered, she asked if he rbered her from the other night.

"Are you kidding...how could I forget such a beautiful woman."

"Why thank you Tim....I'm flattered."

"I was wondering if you could come by and install my shower massage?"

"Well, actually we don't install those....it's not a big enough item."

"Oh Tim...you aren't going to disappointment me are you?"

"No, not at all....you caught me at a good time, I'm actually off today, I was just in the store picking up my check....I could come by and do it on my own time....say in a couple of hours?"

"Mmmm, Tim that would be perfect....I'll see you then."

As Amanda hung up she parted her robe and began running her fingers over her pussy in anticipation. Amanda closed her eyes as her arousal started to grow....she didn't even hear her neighbor Kristie come over.

"Excuse me Amanda....am I here at a bad time?"

Amanda's eyes flew open, when she heard Kristie.

"Oh I'm sorry...I had no idea you were here."

"That's okay...I'll let you alone."

"Oh no, you don't have to...I was just a little horny....would you like some coffee?"

"Sure, I'd love some."

As Kristie sipped her coffee Amanda told Kriste about her little adventure at the home center with Tim. As she recounted the story Amanda noticed Kristie couldn't take her eyes off her body. Just for the heck of it, and because she's an exhibitionist at heart, Amanda continued running her fingers along the outer lips of her labia, while circling her hard nipples through her robe with her finger tips. Kristie was becoming visibly aroused the more Amanda told her how she had Tim sucking her pussy, and how she sucked his cock right there in the store.

"Oh Amanda, I can't tell you how damn horny you're making me....Oh how I'd love to have a cock like Tim's in my pussy....it's been way to long since I've had a good hard fuck."

"Mmmm, I know Kristie...trust me I know."

"You know...Tim's going to be here in a couple of hours, I don't mind sharing, and I know Tim won't mind a bit either."

"REALLY?.....That would be wonderful."

"Yes, his cock is so nice....I was wondering though."

"In lieu of a cock, have you ever tried anything else?"

Amanda moved her legs father apart, allowing Kristie a view of her wet pussy.

Kristie smiled silently as she stared at Amanda's pussy, while unconsciously running her tongue over her lips. Amanda took things one step further, pulling her robe open all the way, baring her beautiful breasts. Kristie stood up and took off her top tossing it aside, followed by her shorts, and then her panties. Amanda ran her foot up the inside of Kristie's leg while Kristie closed her eyes as Amanda's foot neared her sex. Amanda's touched Kristie's folds, where Amanda parted Kristie's lips with her perfectly manicured toes.

Kristie cooed softly, taking Amanda's foot in her hand, and began humping Amanda's toes, pushing as many as she could into her wet pussy. Amanda cupped her own breasts in her hands, rolling her nipples between her fingers, as Kristie began moaning and really fucking herself with Amanda's foot. Kristie slid her pussy back and forth over Amanda's foot, gasping and moaning as she neared her orgasm. Amanda was nearing an orgasm as well, when Kristie suddenly stiffened....her body quaking as a strong orgasm washed over her.

Kristie knelt down, pushing Amanda's legs apart as she moved between them, lowering her head and running her tongue up and down Amanda's pussy. Amanda gasped, as she caressed Kristie's cheek.

"Oh yes Kristie....lick my pussy sweetie....lick it good...make me cum....Oh shit, that's it...make me fucking cum you little cunt lapper"

Amanda was beside herself with lust as Kristie brought her off over and over again, sliding two fingers deep into Amanda's pussy, while sucking Amanda's clit.

"Ooooohhhhh Fuck Yes....I'm cumming....fuck yes....Mmmmmmm."

Kristie moved on top of Amanda, and the two women began kissing, Amanda tasting her own juices on Kristie's tongue. Kristie kissed her way down Amanda's neck, sucking Amanda's nipples, while Amanda moved her hand underneath Kristie, finding her pussy and sliding two fingers deep into her sex. Amanda got off again before lowering the back of her lounge chair, so Kristie could maneuver around, her pussy hovering over Amanda's face.

Amanda ran her tongue up and down Kristie's creamy pussy, as well as her ass, penetrating her ass with her tongue, then tongue fucking Kristie till both women started cumming again. Afterward, Amanda and Kristie cleaned up getting ready for Tim to make his appearance. Amanda put her flimsy robe back on and got one for Kristie. No sooner had they gotten ready than there was a knock at the door. Amanda answered the door inviting Tim inside.

"Tim, this is my next door neighbor....Kristie....I told her about you and what wonderful customer service you provided me....she's interested in that same quality service....would you mind taking care of her as well?"

Tim smiled, "Of course....anything for a good customer like you."

Amanda led Tim into the bathroom where she had the shower massage laying on the counter.

"Here you go Tim...all ready to install."

Tim took the shower massage and stepped into the tub to install it when Amanda stopped him.

"Tim, shouldn't you take those clothes off...you don't want to take a chance on getting them wet....right Kristie?"

"Absolutely," Kristie replied.

Tim stepped from the tub and undressed as the women watched. Their eyes were on him as she shed his shorts allowing him semi erect cock to spring free.

"On my....Tim certainly has the right equipment doesn't he Kristie?"

"Oh my yes....maybe we should inspect it to make sure it works properly."

"Oh trust me Kristie...it does...it truly does....but first let him install that shower massage."

As Tim got to work, Amanda and Kristie took off their robes standing naked, caressing one another as they watched Tim's cock turn to eight solid inches of hard cock. Tim could barely concentrate as he tried to install the shower massage, and watch the women at the same time. Finally he was done, and none too soon....both women were ready for his cock. Kristie was sitting on the bathroom counter top, her legs spread wide when Amanda asked,

"Tim, I think Kristie's pussy needs some attention....did you bring the tool with you that might help her out?"

Tim smiled and wagged his cock saying,

"I think I've got what she needs."

Amanda spread Kristie's lips wide as Tim slid his cock into Kristie's gaping pussy. He began thrusting his hips forward, placing his hands on the mirror, as Kristie gasped at how big, and how good Tim's cock felt. Amanda left briefly, returning with a dildo. She began working it into her pussy as she watched Tim's cock sliding in and out of Kristie's tight pussy. Kristie was beside herself, moaning and squeezing her tits, and tugging at her nipples as Tim pummeled her with his cock. Amanda in the meantime, was fucking herself with her dildo, sliding it in and out of her pussy, matching Tim stroke for stroke.

As Kristie tugged at her nipples her moaning became louder, as she announced she was going to cum. Her pussy clamped down on Tim's cock, as her pussy began to spam....having one orgasm after another. Once she was done, Tim pulled his cock from Kristie's pussy and faced Amanda who was sitting on the toilet seat watching the show. With the dildo still in her pussy, Amanda took her free hand and grabed Tim's cock, pulling it to her mouth. She began by swirling her tongue over the head of his cock and biting it gently.

As Amanda stroked Tim's cock, she took as much of it down her throat as possible. Kristie in the meantime, had moved between Amanda's legs, removing the dildo, replacing it with her tongue. While Amanda sucked Tim's cock, Kristie was licking and sucking Amanda's hot pussy and clit. Kristie took the dildo and slid it into her own pussy, working it around as she continued sucking Amanda. Tim was starting to near the edge when Amanda took his cock from her mouth and led him into the bedroom.

Amanda had Tim lie down on the bed, taking his cock in her hand and lowering her pussy onto to it's girth. Once he was inside her pussy, Amanda started humping his huge cock. Kristie lowered her pussy down onto Tim's mouth, where she began riding his face. Tim not only had a great cock, he was very adept at sucking pussy. As he fucked and sucked the woman, Kristie leaned forward as she and Amanda began kissing, and sucking one another tits.

Kristie was soon cumming from Tim's tongue, as was Amanda from his cock slamming her pussy. Tim let out a loud, groan, and filled Amanda with a huge load. Amanda got off Tim's cock, and watched as Tim sucked Kristie to another orgasm. Once Kristie finished cumming, she was between Amanda's legs, sucking Amanda's pussy, and lapping up Tim's load. Tim was still rock hard, so Kristie laid down telling Tim she wanted his cock again. Tim moved between her legs, easing his cock into her pussy and began fucking her again.

As Amanda watched Tim's ass moving up and down she got an idea. Quickly she reached into a bottom drawer and pulled out a strap on dildo, along with some KY and spread it over the head. Tim was oblivious to what Amanda was doing as she got on the bed behind him. She began kissing Tim's ass, and running her tongue up and down as crack. Then she took the strap on and worked it between his cheeks. Once he realized what Amanda was up to Tim tried to protest, but it was too late. Amanda told him to hush,

"Relax Tim, this is going to be good....just relax and enjoy."

"Ya, but I'm not gay....I don't want anything up my ass."

"Shhhh, it doesn't make you gay silly....you'll like it....now sush and stop whining."

As Tim reluctantly gave in, he continued pummeling Kristie's pussy while Amanda eased the dildo into his ass. She was very careful, making sure not to cause Tim any discomfort. Once she was in Tim's ass, Amanda started fucking his ass while holding onto his hips. Soon she was matching him stroke for stroke. Although Tim would never admit it, the dildo in his ass did feel good. The more Amanda fucked his ass, the hotter Tim became. Soon he was moaning loudly, his cock throbing and pulsing, as he came the hardest he ever cum.

Tim rolled over onto his back, his limp cock laying on his stomach, a drop of cum dripping down onto his six pack abs. Kristie and Amanda giggled as they looked at Tim asking,

"So....was it all that bad?"

"No, it did feel kinda good, BUT I....Shhhh, relax Tim...we know...we know."

Then Amanda had Tim bend his knees, pulling them up to his chest, baring his not so virgin ass to her one more time. Then she eased the dildo into his ass one more time, fucking Tim as he lay there. This time there we no protests, just moans of pleasure as Amanda fucked Tim's ass. Kristie started fingering herself as she watched. Tim's cock started getting hard again, and soon he was rock hard. Amanda squeezed some KY onto the head of his cock, telling Tim to start jacking off. Tim grabed his cock and was soon jacking off as Amanda continued fucking his ass. Amanda and Kristie loved watching Tim stroking his cock telling him to cum for them. After several minutes, Tim let out a loud moan saying,

"I'm gonna cum....I'm gonna cum."

Tim exploded shooting a huge stream of cum into the air, with it landing on his stomach. Amanda and Kristie licked the cum from Tim's stomach, then shared licking the rest from his cock and balls. Tim fucked Amanda and Kristie each one more time before thanking them for a great time, and promising Amanda and Kristie that he would be back for more. Then Kristie and Amanda went in and tried out the new shower massage, getting one another off again with the pulsating water jets. Amanda is looking forward to the next time she gets together with Tim and Kristie.




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My Niece, My Lover: Chapter Two

Fucking my niece was only the begining.


After my sister went to jail I got custody of my 16-year-old niece Annie. Within two months of her arrival we became lovers.

Incestuous relationships can fuck with the mind. On one hand you know what you’re doing is deemed wrong by societies morals. You begin to feel guilty over what you’re doing. And spend countless hours worrying what might happen if you get caught. That’s what I mostly worried about.

Hiding our relationship, especially from my daughters, became a full time job. It’s the little things, like glances around mixed company, holding hands or even saying something that others might misconstrued.

For the majority of the time Annie moved into my room. For one weekend every other week she went from being my lover and back to being my niece. As much as I love my daughters, there were times I couldn’t wait for them to leave so I could resume fucking Annie.

One weekend we were all in the family room watching a movie. My kids wanted popcorn. So I went to the kitchen to pop some kernels. As I poured the corn into the popper (none of that microwave shit for my family) Annie walked in. She smiled seductively as she walked toward me. The kernels started popping. She got on her knees and unzipped my pants. She took my cock and held it in her hands. I nodded in approval as she put it in her mouth. The kernels continued to pop as my penis slid in and out of her mouth. Even though I was scared shitless one of my daughters could walk in, the thrill of getting caught was kind of a turn-on. My cock was moving in and out of her mouth at a frantic pace.

“Daddy is the popcorn ready,” Lydia, my eldest daughter yelled from the other room.

“In a minute,” I yelled back.

Annie then took my raging hard-on from her mouth. Walked over to the kitchen counter, lifter her skirt to reveal she wasn’t wearing any panties. She bent over the counter. I put my cock in her pussy. The popcorn was popping at an increasing rhythm. I was fucking her at a rapid pace. My hand covering her mouth to make sure her moans wouldn’t attract any attention. I couldn’t take it anymore, as the popcorn was popping its last kernel I felt the spasms of the climax building up in my cock. I took out and sprayed my hot cum all over her ass. She gave me a big kiss on my lips. Pulled down her skirt. As she walked back to the other room I could see some of my love juice running down her leg. I put some water on my face to wash away the sweat. I then poured the popcorn into a bowl and rejoined my family.

A few days later I got out of court early. Annie would be getting out of school about now, so I thought I’d go home and surprise her. When I got opened the door I heard moaning coming from upstairs. What if she was up there fucking another guy. The thought of that made me sick. I walked slowly up the stairs expecting the worst. My stomach was in knots. I wished that I left work at the normal time. In this case I believed ignorance would be truly bliss. As I reached the top I realized the sounds were coming from our bedroom. With great trepidation I walked toward my open door at the end of the hall. I peeked in the room and saw Annie wearing a strap-on fucking her best friend Brandy eating her pussy. Brandy is 16 years old, a few inches taller than Annie. She’s bustier and has a Bettie Page look. Annie looked so beautiful as she fucked Brandy. My cock started to expand in my pants. At this point I could swear Annie’s eyes met mine.

“My turn.” Annie moaned.

Brandy got up. Wiggled her ass in front of Annie’s face. She started kissing it. Annie unfastened the strap-on and handed it to Brandy. Annie then proceeded to put it on. Annie lied down on the bed.

“Bitch put it in my ass,” Annie demanded.

Brandy first bent down and started licking Annie’s beautiful butt. She then picked up the lube they had on the bed. Brandy spread it all over the toy. She then slowly entered Annie’s ass. As she did this Annie’s hands grabed the comforter for dear life. She looked as if she was in pain. That look was quickly replaced by happiness. Brandy slowly moved the toy in and out of her ass. Annie moved her hand to her pussy and started rubing.

“Go a little faster,” Annie yelled.

I was touched the outline of my cock over my pants.

I could swear Annie stared in my direction once again. This time she licked her lips. As much as I wanted to stay and watch, I really needed to cum. I ran down the stairs. Out of the house. Drove down to the part of the sub where they were building new houses and did something I’ve never done before, jerk-off in my car.

I sat in my car for a while staring off into space wishing I had the guts to walk into the room and join them. The ringing of my cell phone jolted me back to reality. Annie was on the other end. She asked me if I’d be home soon and if I could pick-up pizza. Of course I said yes.

When I got home Annie and Brandy were sitting at the kitchen table studying. I was actually quite surprised that she was still there. I guess she was joining us for dinner. Dinner was awkward. All I could do was think about what they were doing in my room. After dinner I tried to send Brandy home. This is when Annie informed me that she was spending the night. This devastated me. This meant that tonight I was not going to be able to fuck.

After dinner we were watching a DVD. Annie turned to me asking if I could make some popcorn. My cock started getting hard in hopes that “making popcorn” might be code for let’s go in the kitchen for a quickie. I hurried into the kitchen and started making popcorn and getting ready for Annie’s entrance. It didn’t happen. When the popcorn was done popping I walked back in the room. There conversation about the cute boys in class ended abruptly, except for spontaneous giggles whenever they glanced at each other. Which in there case was often.

When the movie finished the girls continued to make small talk. I stared at Annie wondering why she was depriving me of her touch. I knew she was teasing me. I felt so helpless.

Getting ready for bed was torture. Sleep was going to be painful without Annie. I sniffed the unchanged comforter; images of what they did on it flooded my head. My cock instantly got hard. I sniffed it again. I wanted to run to her room rip off her clothes and fuck her in front of her friend. Reason prevailed and I went to bed.

I tossed and turned but eventually I fell asleep. Something woke me in the middle of the night. I slowly opened my eyes. I thought I saw Annie and Brandy dancing naked at the foot of my bed. I was pretty sure they were haunting my dreams. So I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

“Uncle Mark wake-up,” Annie whispered in my ear.

I woke-up and realized I wasn’t imagining the two of them naked at the foot of my bed.

“We know you saw us,” Brandy exclaimed. “I think it’s so hot that you fuck Annie.”

“You told her,” I cried.

“Best friends tell best friends everything,” they said in unison.

“Now you get to see the whole show up-close,” Annie chimed in.

Brandy bent Annie over and had her face me as she got on the floor to eat her pussy. Annie looked so hot. I scooted toward her so I could get closer to her and have her suck my cock. I maneuvered my hand into my pajamas to remove my cock. She slapped my hand during this attempt and said, “You only get to watch. Keep your hands at your side.”

“Can’t I at least stroke it?” I asked.

Annie shook her head no.

“Okay baby,” I responded.

I watched Brandy eat my niece out. They both kept on staring at me.

My cock was getting harder.

Next the maneuvered into a 69, didn’t they know they were killing me.

Then they both sat on the bed staring at me while rubing each other’s pussy. I could see the pre-cum stain on my pajamas.

“Brandy do you want to suck my uncles big cock?” Annie asked.

Brandy said yes.

I stood up on my bed. Took off my pajama bottoms. Brandy got on her knees put my cock in her hands. Stroked it. Licked the pre-cum off and stuck it in her mouth.

Annie who was still playing with her pussy at the foot of my bed shouted, “Fuck her mouth.”

I grabed the back of Brandy’s head and rapidly moved it up and down my shaft.

Annie kept yelling, “Faster. Faster.”

I couldn’t take anymore; my load was ready to blow.

“Cum in her mouth,” Annie yelled.

I released the entire mother load in her mouth. She then took it to Annie and snowballed my jizz into her mouth. She then swallowed every once of it.

I sunk onto the bed worried that someone now knew our secret.

Annie slid over next to me. Kissed me on my cheek and said, “ If you’re good we might let you fuck us tomorrow.”

As they walked out of the room I realized I was no longer in charge.

To be continued.



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RedTails : The Ringtailed Terror - Chapter 1

Calypso, a young Furling Raccoon secretly witnesses her best friend getting spanked.




RedTails : Awakenings

The Ringtailed Terror

By

Scarletdown



Chapter I - A Lunchtime Lesson



Calypso huffed indignantly, pacing up and down the dirt path which meandered through the schoolyard's colorful garden. The swishing of her bushy, ring-striped tail betrayed her impatience as she clasped her dainty paws behind her back and grumbled to herself.

"What's the holdup, Koney? We have a Kalah game to finish before lunch break ends."

She paused to gaze longingly at the game board sitting abandoned on the log table among the bright fragrant flowers. Only five minutes, Koney had assured her. Her daddy needed to talk to her about some little matter and then she would be back in no more than five minutes.

"Hah! Five minutes my ass," the young Furling growled, "Humans have a twisted sense of time. Been almost five minutes and forty seconds already. At this rate, I'll be nearly twelve by the time we finish our game!"

She stared again at the unfinished game as if planning what her next move. The little green, red, amber, and blue tokens lay in their shallow pits, glittering like little gemstones as the light of the midday sun touched them. Her bright green eyes narrowed with righteous indignation as she finally declared, "Two more minutes; that's all I'll give her, then I let Koney have it." Ten seconds later, the feisty Raccoon was stalking up the path, heading around to the front of the schoolhouse to find her overdue friend.

"And I was winning this time too," she grumped.



Calypso partially concealed herself behind a bush a few paces away from the headmaster's window and craned her neck so she could see inside. Sure enough, there was her friend standing in the middle of the room and the headmaster sitting behind his desk. Judging by Koney's stance; feet spread, hands clasped behind her back, and head bowed submissively, the Raccoon guessed that the headmaster must be doing most of the talking and Koney doing most of the listening, acknowledging with the occasional nod of her raven-hair veiled head.

"Oh," Calypso mused to herself, softly so as not to be overheard. She understood now why her girlfriend was running late, "Looks like Koney got herself into trouble again. I wonder what she did this time?"

She was unable to ascertain what the two of them were saying. They were speaking just a little too softly for her to hear more than a low murmur. With her curiosity getting the best of her, Calypso made to move in closer. As she was creeping out of her place of concealment, she was forced to pause and make sense of what she was now witnessing.

"What the hell?" she asked no one in particular, "Now what are they doing?" It looked like they were finished in there, but instead of dismissing Koney so she and Calypso could finish their Kalah game, the headmaster stood up and removed the riding paddle hanging on the wall behind him. He walked solemnly around to the front of the desk, sat down on its smooth hard surface, and patted his knee.

"This must be some sort of Human ritual," the entranced Raccoon deduced as her girlfriend nervously approached the desk and positioned herself face down across her daddy's lap, "Prolly some sort of religious rite." She continued her quiet observation, strangely fascinated by the proceedings unfolding before her eyes.

The headmaster waited a moment or two for his daughter to make a few minor adjustments for comfort, at least as much comfort as her present position would allow. He then he folded up the skirt portion of her tunic, and tucked the hem into her belt so her smooth, plush bottom was exposed. Calypso's eyes went unbelievably wide when he next placed his free hand firmly against the small of Koney's back and brought the riding paddle up high over his head. He held it there for a brief yet interminable moment. Then in one swift motion, the paddle traced a graceful arc down through the air, coming abruptly to rest on the girl's bare butt with a resounding smack, striking evenly across both cheeks.

As far as the stunned Furling could determine, Koney reacted with barely a flinch, "They must do this ritual on a regular basis," she thought. The paddle descended a second time, landing solidly on the right side of Koney's behind and followed by a matching blow on the opposite flank. Calypso rubed her own furry rump in sympathy as she watched this bizarre, mysterious rear assault her best friend was submitting herself to.

"That's gotta really hurt. Koney must have alotta discipline to take that without squirming or screaming." She kept her gaze fixed on the action focused on her friend's south end. The headmaster's paddle struck again and again, assuming a slow and steady beat, with the resounding slap of bonsai wood against bare, furless flesh echoing throughout the calm midday air.

Wholly entranced, Calypso found herself counting the swats as they came down. The headmaster wielded the riding paddle like an artist with his brush and his daughter's soft ass his canvas. He tirelessly alternated left, right, and across the middle, letting the board rest for a brief moment on the point of impact before bringing it up for the next smack.

On the stroke of ten, Koney was finally starting to squirm on her daddy's lap, "Impressive," Calypso whispered, "Didn't think she would last that long before starting to struggle. Must take alotta endurance." The fifteenth and final swat, noticeably harder than the previous fourteen, at last elicited an audible whimper from the girl. "Whatever this ritual means, I bet Koney just racked up some really good khaea."

The ritual ended with the headmaster gently and affectionately patting Koney's sore bottom and then releasing the hem of her skirt from her belt. He helped her to her feet and gave her a strong fatherly hug, wiping tears from the girl's soft golden-tan face. After a minute or two, he walked Koney to the door and with one final swat of the riding paddle, sent her walking stiffly out to enjoy the remainder of the midday break. Calypso quickly returned to the forgotten Kalah board, her mind swimming with questions. However, she had a feeling that what she just witnessed was intended to be a private affair, and Koney would probably be highly barrassed if she knew that her friend had secretly watched her get her butt beat.



"About bloody time you got back," Calypso scolded as her friend hobled down the flower-lined path, "I was starting to think you were gonna blow the entire break yakkin' with yer dad."

Koney gave the uppity Raccoon a pained smile and brushed back a stray lock of hair from her face, "A score of apologies, Calypso-Chan," she offered, her voice soft and carrying an underlying natural gentleness enhanced by her Nasheenese accent, "I did not suspect that I would take so long. Daddy had some important issues he needed to address."

"Issues he needed ta address on yer butt, you mean?" Calypso translated, forgetting her decision moments before to not barrass her friend. "What was that all about anyway?"

Koney was caught completely off guard by her young friend's rather personal question. She blinked then blushed as Calypso's words hit her, "Oh, blaze," she moaned, burying her face in her hands to conceal the reddening forming in her cheeks, "You saw me get spanked?"

Calypso nodded, "Spanked? Ya mean that thing yer dad did with the riding paddle?" she innocently combed her fingers through her hair as she confessed to watching the entire ordeal, "I always wunnered why he kept that thing on his wall behind the desk."

Koney uncovered her face and smiled sheepishly at her young furry friend, "Yes, Calypso; that is what it's for. Daddy always uses that particular riding paddle whenever he summons me for a spanking. It has actually been in our family and handed down to the first born for countless generations. I suppose you might call it a family heirloom," she added.

"Or in this case," Calypso corrected her, just barely managing to stifle a girlish giggle, "a family rearloom."

"Tushe, Calypso. Tushe," Koney laughed, countering pun with pun.

"But seriously," the Raccoon girl pressed on, eager to learn more about this phenomenon, "What is the story behind this...what did you call it...spanking? Is it a religious ritual of sorts?"

Koney laughed again amused at her young friend's naivety, "No no no, it's not a religious activity, although there are several orders where the mbers practice spanking in various forms, revering it as a blessed event."

"Then it's more of a family tradition," was Calypso's next guess, her confusion and curiosity still unsated.

Koney nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, I suppose it could be viewed in that light. However, daddy does not spank me merely for the sake of tradition."

The Raccoon, listening intently, gave Koney her full undivided attention as she began an impromptu lesson in familyology.

"When daddy paddles my bottom," she explained, "I am being disciplined because I misbehaved in some fashion. In this case, he spanked me because I was fifteen minutes late for school this morning."

"And is that why he struck yer butt fifteen times?" Calypso asked, "once for each minute you were late?"

"That is a very good guess," Koney replied, "You seem to be quick to pick up on obscure patterns."

Calypso was beaming; feeling quite pleased with her powers of logic and deduction, "Thankses. I thought it was obvious."

"As I was saying," Koney continued, "That was a very good guess. However, it was a very wrong guess as well. The fifteen had a deeper significance than just the number of minutes late."

"Uh-huh," Calypso nodded, still listening intently to her friend.

You see, normally when a student is late for class, she is bent over my daddy's desk and is given five swats, plus one for every three minutes she was late."

"Which means," Calypso added after doing some quick mental math, "had it been me instead of you, the paddle woulda hit ma butt ten times instead of fifteen."

"Not only are you quick with logic, Calypso-Chan," Koney laughed again, "I see you are quick with math as well. Anyway, when daddy spanks me, he always gives me a bare minimum of fifteen swats because of my age. This is a tradition which he initiated three years ago with my sisters, my , and myself, one swat for each year."

"Which means next year, the least you can expect is sixteen," Calypso concluded, stating the obvious only to help her keep all the information she was absorbing in order.

"Daddy believes that as we get older," Koney continued, "that we should take on more responsibility and maturity. So when our behavior is immature and irresponsible, then we can expect the consequences to increase in intensity."

Calypso had still more questions to be answered before her curiosity could be sated, "But why spanking?" she pressed on, "Why does your daddy whack your bare bottom instead of giving you more useful punishments like extra chores or more homework?"

"He does that too," Koney assured her, "But no matter what punishment he declares, the paddle is always included as part of the package."

"So you get punished twice each time?" Calypso shook her head, "That doesn't seem fair."

"It is all one punishment," Koney corrected her, "But it is administered in two parts. The spanking, which is painful yet harmless, gives us something physical that we would want to avoid; and that fear helps keep our behavior good. The other part of the punishment, the extra work or confinement helps to keep you busy so that you stay out of further trouble for a period of time. The second part may also include a loss of some privileges as well, which would be a lesson in responsibility."

"That part I understand," Calypso cut in, "That is how my daddy deals with me when I've been bad. The amount of freedoms I have depends on how responsible or irresponsible my behavior has been."

"Exactly. When you are younger, you are kept on a shorter leash so to speak. As you get older and take on more maturity and responsibility, the leash is lengthened and you get to do more of what you want to do. But when you are older and don't act it, the leash gets reeled in and you are treated at the same age level presented by your behavior."

"That makes perfect sense," Calypso agreed, "But I get the feeling that there is more to this spanking ritual that I do not yet unnerstan. Is there more that you can tell me?"

Koney nodded and thought about it for a moment, "I will try. First, and this may confuse you even more when I say this; when daddy spanks me, he spanks me because he loves me."

Calypso blinked twice and scratched her head, "You're right, Koney. You did confuse me more. How can pulling you over his lap, lifting your skirt and beating your bare bottom with a riding paddle be translated to mean I love you? You Humans sure have some strange customs." She shook her head in disbelief.

"Well...it's not quite the way it sounds," Koney paused, searching for the most accurate explanation she could put together. "As an analogy, does your daddy ever give you a loving pat on the rump?"

Calypso nodded.

"How does that make you feel?"

After several moments thought, Calypso said, "Hmmm... I would hafta say that he makes me feel calm and safe when he does that. Like when mama dis'peared I was very sad and scared. Daddy had me talk it out at him, and then when I was done, he gave me a big hug and several patpats onna rump. At that moment, when I felt his strong paw tenderly caressing my bottom, I felt a overwhelming sense of peace, an I knew then that mama was going to be found safely an everything was going ta work out inna end."

"Yes," Koney said, "That is called a love pat. No one is absolutely certain why it works the way it does, but most believe that your bottom is one of the most intimate areas of your body. It's a territory that most people allow very few others to touch at will, normally limited to family, close friends, and lovers."

"Oh, that's sumthin I never thought about before," the Raccoon said, "Now that you mention it, the only people who ever pat or squeeze my butt are daddy, grammie, grampie, you and Breckke; the five people I'm closest to and trust the most."

Koney nodded agreement, as her friend began catching on to the direction this unplanned lesson was going, "Now spanking is a similar concept," she went on, "Just like the love pat, getting spanked is a highly personal and intimate experience."

"But your daddy spanks other kids in his chamber," Calypso pointed out, "yet I don't s'pose he gives them pats onna rump like he does with you?"

"Okay, so spanking isn't quite as personal an experience as a love pat," Koney shrugged, amending her previous statement, "But it is still moreso than other forms of disciplining. Also, there are differences between the way daddy spanks me, my brother and sisters, and our mother and the way he spanks other peoples' kids. And before you ask, yes; since daddy is the head of our household, mom is just as susceptible to the paddle as the rest of us."

"For some odd reason, that does not surprise me," Calypso said, "So then, would the amount of cover or lack of cover be one of the differences? I noticed that before he paddled you he first pulled up your skirt to expose your bare butt."

"Actually no," Koney replied, "whether or not your bottom is bared when you get paddled depends primarily on the reason you are getting it in the first place."

"Well," the inquisitive Raccoon pressed on, "what if your butt is normally bare anyway, like myself and many other Furlings who prefer to not wear clothing?" She innocently turned around, raised her tail, and bent over to show her girlfriend her furry, yet unclothed rear end for emphasis.

Koney giggled, giving Calypso's exposed behind a couple patpats and a squeeze, "Then that is how you would get spanked," she said matter-of-factly, "Daddy doesn't keep a tunic or skirt in his desk for kids to wear just so they can be paddled with a covering on."

It's a good thing then that us Furlings have fur there then to provide some padding," Calypso said, standing back up and turning to face her friend. "So then, what are the differences?"

"For one thing," Koney began, "daddy sometimes just uses his open hand to spank us, sort of similar to a love pat."

"Only harder," Calypso finished the thought for Koney, "And he always spanks other kids with the paddle only?"

"Oh, not at all," she corrected her, "The paddle is only one, and the mildest, of several spanking tools he might use. If you ever get sent to his chamber, you could find yourself on the receiving end of a leather strap, riding crop, bonsai wood switch, one of several different types of whips, or even a shock wand if you have done something really bad."

Calypso winced at the painful possibilities her friend just rattled off to her, "So then as part of the punishment, does he make you choose your means of doom?"

"He does sometimes," Koney replied, "but normally, what determines the tool is the same as what determines the number of swats you get and whether or not your bottom is bare or covered."

"In other words," the perceptive Raccoon concluded, "The tool he uses on your ass is largely determined by the reason you are being punished in the first place. And some of the tools hurt more than others, I would assume?"

"Uh-huh," Koney nodded,"gingerly rubing her still sore behind, "Each different tool leaves its own distinguishing mark on your butt, and each one delivers a different caliber of pain; both upon the initial strike as well as afterward. Both the visible effects and the lingering soreness can sometimes last for hours, serving as a long term reminder of what you did to get punished."

"I see what you mean," Calypso remarked, whistling softly in wonder as she lifted her girlfriend's skirt and touched her fingers to Koney's reddened rump.

"Calypso!" a very surprised and barrassed Koney gasped, "What are you?..."

"Wow! That's hot," Calypso said. She looked up at Koney, then back down at her rump, "and it matches the color of your face right now too."

Koney blushed even deeper, "Calypso, you shouldn't be doing that. That's rather rude, y'know."

"But Koney, just a coupa minutes ago you were saying that I could pat your butt any time," the once again confused Raccoon argued, paraphrasing the older girl's earlier words. "Close friends and all, y'know?"

"Uhm, yes," Koney conceded, "But out here in public where any passersby can look and see that I've been spanked," she looked around to make certain no one was around, "That is just far too barrassing."

"So is barrassment a part of the punishment as well?" Calypso asked. She released Koney's skirt, letting it drop back into place over her hot crimson bottom.

Koney nodded again, her face returning to its normal light tan shade now that her south end was no longer exposed for all to see.

"And does it still hurt?" the inquisitive Raccoon continued her interrogation.

"Oh yes," Koney replied, "It hurts a lot right now. In fact, sitting will probably be an uncomfortable task until well after toady’s classes are finished. She rubed her ass again then said, "We better get ready to go in soon, or we will both be paying a visit together to daddy's chamber."



The two girlfriends began packing up the unfinished and forgotten Kalah game, placing the gem-like stones in the draw stringed leather pouch hanging from Koney's belt. Calypso picked up and folded the game board, securing it under her arm, and then the two girls headed up the path, ready for their afternoon class session.

"Any other differences?" Calypso asked as they walked together. The little Raccoon's curiosity seemed incurable.

"Only one," Koney replied, "The position you assume when you get spanked. Other kids either brace themselves against daddy's desk or bend over in the middle of the room."

"But his own kids always go over his lap. Right?" Calypso concluded.

"Almost always," Koney corrected her.

"That personal contact thing again?"

"Yes, it is that personal contact thing again."

"And all of this, this entire ritual, all this pained attention focused on your bottom; it's all because your daddy loves you?"

"Exactly," Koney replied, as if it was plainly obvious. She put her arm around her furry little friend as they walked together down the hall to their classroom.

"It is all because daddy loves me."



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Carl was in the same class as me at college. We were both eighteen. One night he called me and invited me to go and "chill" with him at his parents' house, he told me they'd gone out. I knew what "chill" meant. It meant he wanted to fuck me again. I wasn't that keen but I had nothing better to do so I agreed. Carl had fucked me a few times but only when he wasn't going out with some other girl, he just used me as a stand by. He'd never take me anywhere or speak to me much in college, he didn't really want to be associated with me in public.

I had a reputation you see, a reputation as an "easy lay." Carl's mates had all fucked me as well at some time or other. They all had girlfriends but wouldn't say no to a quick go with me given half a chance. All the girls at college hated me except Debie, they didn't like the thought that their boyfriends might stray with me and probably already had. Debie was a slut like me so she couldn't care less who'd fucked me, she was my best mate. She was my only mate.

I'd never had a proper boyfriend and I didn't really want one, I mean not one from any of the guys I knew. But I loved sex, made me feel good having a cock in me, so I just let any guy who wanted it have me. Didn't bother me that he wasn't going to date me or anything. I was waiting for Mr Right, but Mr Right was taking his time showing up and I knew that the more I was passed around the less likely it was that Mr Right would want me anyway. What guy wants the girl that all the other guys have had ?

I wasn't depressed or anything like that. I thought I've got my reputation now so I might as well carry on and enjoy myself. Mr Right would just have to be understanding of my past, I still had my little fantasy of romance, fidelity and all that stuff. Images of walking hand in hand, being given flowers and pretty lingerie. I would be a good girl for the right guy. When he showed up.

So I got ready to go see Carl, didn't take long as I always wore the same little denim mini and jacket. That was my image, sort of biker rock chick if you can imagine that. I just changed my thong and put a bit of lippy on. I thought about putting some fishnet stockings on to give Carl an extra thrill but Dad was downstairs and I knew if he saw me dressed up too slutty I'd get the "You're not going out dressed like THAT are you?" lecture.

I walked the half mile or so to Carl's house thinking about his cock and what he'd get me to do. I was already turned on when I arrived. To my surprise Carl's mate Pete let me in and Jake was there as well. I thought no problem, Carl will just take me upstairs when he's ready. Pete and Jake won't care as they know what I'm like. Pete had fucked me at a party a few weeks back and I'd sucked Jake off at his girlfriend's house in a rather weird scene when we first started college. At the time I was supposed to be her mate, she walked in on us about ten seconds after Jake had cum in my mouth and I was cleaning up his cock. No chance of bluffing my way out of that one!

Carl greets me with a snog and has his hand in my thong straightaway. Typical randy teenager staking his claim, fingering me in the hallway showing his mates he's got the gift with the girls. I push his hand out, even I'm not that easy. Tell him that I thought we were going to chill. So we all go into the lounge and I see Carl waving his fingers under his mates' noses, giving them a sniff of me. I'm starting to regret coming, they're just taking the piss.

I sit next to Carl on the sofa, we have some beer and play music on the stereo. Carl is just talking bollocks and I'm not interested, I'm just waiting for him to take me upstairs. But Carl's in no hurry, he keeps snogging me and soon has his fingers in my skimpy red thong again. He keeps putting my hand on his crotch, I can feel his hard on through his jeans and pull away. But I let him finger me, just to keep him quiet.

Pete starts going on about how I've seen each of their cocks and that they've all seen my cunt. He starts talking real dirty about cocks and cunts. Carl starts fingering me harder. I open my legs a little more and he slides another finger in. I ask if he's going to take me upstairs now and he tells me not yet and starts snogging me again. He's finger fucking me now and I start raising my crotch to meet him. Jake gets his cock out and stands in front of me showing off it's size and hardness. I realise where this is heading and think I'd better go. I try and get up but Carl's still got his hand up my cunt. Now Pete gets his cock out as well.

Jake says they just want some fun and they won't tell anyone. I think Jake and Carl might not tell but Pete will, he's crap at keeping his mouth shut and my low reputation would really hit the gutter if word got out that they'd took turns on me. I'm still thinking how to get out of this when Pete starts pulling at my thong, "or I could just tell everyone anyway" he says. I think, yes, you probably will and no one's going to believe me when I deny it. So I think what the hell, and don't put up any resistance when he pulls my thong off. He shows his mates how wet and juicy my thong is and wipes it under my nose, "see, your sweet little pussy wants to play."

It's true, my cunt is aching for cock, she wants to get on with it. "Who's going to fuck me first then?" I asked.

But they want me to suck them before they fuck me. They take turns with their cocks in my mouth, stopping only to get my clothes off me, then straight back to sucking cock. I'm naked on my knees bobing my head on Pete's tool while Carl and Jake strip off. They're stroking their cocks getting rock hard for me and I'm getting so hot at the thought of the three of them having me. I wonder if I'll ever have to try and explain this to Mr Right ?

Pete pulls me down with him, keeping his cock in my mouth. He's kneeling now and I'm on all fours with my ass in the air offering my pussy to be fucked from behind. Carl's first to take this open invitation and clumsily pokes at my slit a few times before sliding into me. I can hear my cunt squelching as he rams and rams me, holding me by the hips and pulling me back on to him.

Pete's calling me a slut as he forces a real wet blow job from me, tells me he's going to make me swallow when he shoots his load. But Carl cums first, he stops fucking and I feel his balls twitching against my ass as he empties a big load into me. When he withdraws I feel his warm sperm running down my thighs from my used hole. Jake is straight in after him, screwing me slow but hard. Then Pete fills my mouth with cum, leaves his cock in there so I have to wait to swallow and it pours out of each side of my mouth onto the nice new carpet.

When Pete's finished with my mouth Jake rolls me onto my back and starts pounding into me, pushes my legs up and back so my knees are up near my head. He really has me, he gives me a real hate fuck, I'm pushed back along the carpet each time he rams his cock home. He starts coming out with some real mean shit between each thrust. Stuff like "I lost my girl cos of this filthy whore." I think if you hate me so much then fuck off, I think about trying to stop him but he's made me cum once and I'm close again. This is the best fuck I've ever had and when I tell him so he hates me even more and fucks me harder. He's buried so far in me when he shoots and we both arch our backs as his seed fills me.

Then Pete fucks me. Goes on about the sloppy mess he's got his cock in, how I'd better have no clap or anything. He keeps putting me in different positions, says my cunt is so loose all he can feel is mush. He has me straddle him, bounce myself up and down on his shaft. Carl's cock is rubing and smearing the side of my face, I turn my head and suck him and Pete starts thrusting up into me. I'm pulled onto my back again, Pete's going fast at it now, faster and faster until suddenly he withdraws. When he cums, he shoots all over my body and up to my face, second shot over my cunt and thighs. My cunt feels electric.

Young guys have eager cocks so they don't lose their hard ons for long. Which means they each fuck me over and over again. Carl's got huge balls and loads of cum to let go, I love his long orgasms as he pumps and pumps into me. I must have been so filled up but I kept my legs open ready to take more and more. Jake's the last to have me, when he pulls out his cock he looks down at himself all smeared with cum over his crotch and up his belly. He curses at me in disgust, scoops some of the mess into his hand and rubs it over my face, wipes the rest off on my jacket and throws it aside when he's finished with it.

I just lay there touching myself. Each touch so pleasant. I can feel the wet patch of spunk on the carpet beneath me. I'm gently pulling at my labia,and each pull opens me a little more and another stream of spunk runs out of me and runs down over my asshole. I think this it's what it's like to have your brains fucked out. I wish there were more of them so I could keep on getting fucked. I want them to fuck me more, I want to keep feeling cock after cock inside me.

They start laughing at me laying there naked, playing with myself, playing with my messy cunt. They start getting nasty, tell me what a slag they think I am, "Steffanie, the easiest fuck you'll get for free" and things like that. I'd like them saying this filthy stuff if they meant it nice, but they don't and the insults get worse. Jake tells me all the horrible things people say about me at college, how even Debie slags me off behind my back. They laugh at my cunt, all gaping and full, call her gross and fucked up.

I curl up to cover myself from them, I don't like them seeing me naked anymore, don't want them leering at my cunt, but as I pull my legs up a whole load of spunk runs out of me. I can't cover up the fact that I've let myself be so used. I've just let them all fuck me over and over, I thought we were just having fun but now they're being so mean. They tell me to clean their cocks with my mouth. I think they might be nicer to me if I lick and suck them. They shut up for a bit and I give Carl a real good blow job. I think Carl's not so bad, perhaps he'd be a good for me. I'm thinking maybe I'll ask him out sometime soon and we could go somewhere nice. But after he cums one last time, after he tells me to show him my spunk filled mouth, I look up and see the look on his face and tears start forming in my eyes. He tells me to fuck off. They all tell me to fuck off.

I need to clean up before I go home but I just want to get out quick. I want to get away from them. I've got spunk dribling out of me as I step into my thong, and in my haste to get dressed I do my mini skirt buttons up wrong so the hem is hanging all crooked. I get my jacket on and stand before them trying to look proud, as proud as you can with cum on your face and running down your thighs. I want to tell them what bastards they are but when I go to speak I have to fight from crying and all I can manage is "You're all ... you're all a .." so I give up and turn to go. As I leave one of them finishes my sentence for me, "a bunch of bastards. Sure Steffanie, now fuck off." I hear them all cheering as I close the front door behind me.

I start walking home but decide to stop in some back alley to try clean my face up a bit. Sort my skirt out. I want to mop up some of the spunk in my thong but haven't got a tissue. I've left my little bag at Carl's house and have to go back for it, I don't want to but it's precious. I knock the door and Carl is standing there. With my head bowed to avoid his eyes I ask in a quiet voice "Can you get my bag please?" He fetches it without a word, hands it me and shuts the door.

I go back to the alley. I wipe my face and clean up my cunt as best I can with the one tissue I've got. But the tissue soon gets soaked up and there's still so much spunk between my legs. I want to take my thong off as it feels so full of goo but don't want to walk home leaking all the way. I just want to get home. I think Mr Right would have a car, he'd drive his girl home, but his girl wouldn't have spunk filled panties from fucking with three guys that hate her. Mr Right seemed a very long way away at that moment.

When I got home my Mum was there. She looked shocked at my appearance. She asked what was wrong and all I could do was go sob on her shoulder. She could smell the spunk all over me, she asked if I'd been raped but I shook my head. She got me to go sit down with her and just held me while I cried. She said she didn't care what I'd done, that I was her daughter, that she'd help make things right. So I told her exactly what had happened. All she said was "Oh Steffanie, what are you doing with your life?"

I went and had a bath and heard Mum telling Dad about me, I think she spared him the full details. He was convinced I'd been raped and was too scared to tell on the guys. So he went to Carl's house for a showdown. Carl didn't deny anything, but his Mum was there and she's a teacher at the college. She knew my reputation and I reckon the bitch got off on telling Dad all about me. The best Dad could come up with in my defence was something like "well a decent lad would look after a girl, even if she is a slut."

I never went back to that college. Mum and Dad thought a fresh start was needed.

Two weeks later I met Mr Right for the first time. He'd come to save me, except that he just didn't know it yet.



steffanie xxx




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Club Owners Pet

To Kathleen it was just a night on the town. Little did she know. It would be a night she would neve



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The music was pumping so loud. The beat was shaking the floor. She couldn't believe she was her. Nor could she believe the way she was dressed. Her deep green eyes roamed the dark neon painted room. The neon colors were reflecting various peoples faces, bodies as they moved on the dance floor. As her eyes took it all in. She noticed some had perfect rhythm. Some not so perfect, some down right strange. She slipped between the couples. Trying desperately not to brush against them to closely. Failing miserably as she felt some strange mans midsection grind over her ass. She gasped as he did. He had an erection, what a surprise. Chuckling to herself as she made it through the dance floor. The opposite side of the room wasn't as crowded as the first. She made her way to an empty chair. Slipping down into its thick plush cushions. Thankful to be able to sit as her six inch heels were paining the arches of her feet. She knew without a doubt. She would be soaking those puppies later. Then drown them in soft cocoa butter lotion. If she were lucky. They wouldn't be to sore tommrow.



Various couples walked by giving her strange looks. She felt as a duck out of water. The longer she sat there. The more she felt like running to the door. Just as she had convienced herself it was time to leave. A man that looked to be a few years older than her. Stopped leaned down and asked if she'd like to dance. Any other time she'd have yelled over the music for a definate no. There was something about him that she couldn't say no to. She wasn't sure if it was his dirty blonde hair. His hazle green eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the tight confines of her dress. Or those lucious lips, for a man his lips looked so very kissable. His hands felt overly strong as he pulled her out of the chair and onto the dance floor. The face pace booming seemed to slow into a love song. The pink and green neon lights were faded out. Only the smokey blue ones showed any light at all. The handsom stranger slipped his arms around her waist pulling her closer to him. She felt the faint hint of stuble on his cheek. When he leaned into her whispering against her ear. My name is Mark whats yours?...She had to lean closer. The music had a soft beat yet it was still so loud. She knew he didn't have a prayer of hearing her. My name is Kathleen. Marks strong hands slide from her lower waist. Upwards until his fingers curled around her neck. The tips lightly strummed each vertibrea in her neck. Every nerve in her body suddenly came to life. She wasn't ready for what was happening. Yet she welcomed it with open arms.



The crowd had disappeared into the background. The loud booming of the music was now a sweet lullaby. As the song changed back into an upbeat tune. He took her hands in his and yelled....Come with me....She wasted no time and followed his every step. He led her up a back stair case that spiraled into an office. He unlocked the office door and ushered her inside. Then slipped in behind her shutting it back. With one twist of a lock they were hidden away from the world. Her green eyes moved about the dimly lit office. The front wall was entire glass with a single thick wooden railing. She walked to it looking out over the dance floor. The music could still be heard. It it was no longer booming as it was downstairs. He moved in behind her. Both arms came around her curling his fingers over the rail. His lips were warm, such a toasty warmth. He worried her earlobe and started a soft trail of kisses down the side of her neck. He could feel her tension so instead of carrying on his desires. He stopped and slid his chin up on her shoulder. The bristled hair scratched at the same time tickled her bare flesh. Her breath caught, if he noticed he didn't acknowledge it. His voice was now a huskiy whisper instead of a penetrating yell from earlier. How do you like my club?....She nodded faintly that she approved.



Her dress was so skin tight. She knew he had no problem seeing the reflection of her hard nipples through the glass....Can they see us up here? His laugh was a sweet deep rumble in his chest. Only if you want them to. The glass has a switch. I can make it where they can see me. Or make it where they can't.....She turned facing him, his eyes were so teasing. They were taunting her, beckoning her to let go for the first time in her life. Hadn't she let go enough. She was in a gothic club. Her hair was dyed black, it was pulled back into two tight pigtails. Her complexion wasn't painted white. It was her natural soft cream hue. Her lips were painted a dark black. She had thick crosses dangling from each ear. To match the one attached to the collar around her neck. Her dress was a tight black leather. A friend had bought it for her birthday years ago. She had never worn it until tonight. It had no shoulder straps. So there was either a strapless bra, or none at all. She hadn't worn strapless in forever so she had no bra. She'd dared to wear a black lace g'string. That was barely hidden by the dress. She'd worn red with white stripped socks. She had no idea if they would fit into the gothic scene or not. She had done well to wear them as they had. The platform pumps did as well.



She turned about facing him. Her eyes were painted dark that only made the green show brighter from her eyes. The firmness of her rump could feel his hidden maleness twitch as they slid over the front of his pants. As her eyes met his she whispered huskily. Let them see.....He leaned over to the right side of the wall and flipped a single switch. She could see a small light come on above them that opened the window for all to see. Her hands reached out and slide over the front of his shirt. His daring smile charged her nerves to respond. Without saying a word she jerked his shirt open wide. Dragging her fingernails as a cats claws down the middle of his chest. Leaving red streaks behind. His groan showed her just how much he approved. His strong fingers tugged the front of her top down. Revealing her smooth creamy flesh. Her dusky nipple was wrinkled to a tight peak. Begging for his attention. His voice was a rough whisper murmering something just before his mouth closed around it. The sparks that were ignited sent flames straight to her womb. Then off to her clit, making the small numb swell between her smooth shaven pussy lips. He worried it lightly at first with his lips. Then tortured it with his teeth. Just before soothing it with his hot wet tongue.



He groaned out ......so sexy.....just as his mouth found her opposite nipple. Giving it the same desired affection. He leaned back long enough to rip the zipper down its tracks. Once the zipper hit its end. He tugged the dress down her body and helped her step out of it. By this time the crowd beneath were beginning to watch. Some were even sampling each others breast. Others were in full desire mode and were tasting more sensual body parts. Mark took a long lick from the top of her lace. To between her breast just before spinning her half circle. With the palm of his hand between her shoulder he pressed her hard nipples against the cool glass. Showing her off as a trophy, his trophy. His free hand pushed her right leg up until her knee was caught on the rail. His hand slide up from her knee. Along her creamy thigh until his fingers could be seen from the room below. Dragging over the front of her lace. Curling along the top pulling it down until they could see her bald cunt. Her head fell back mashing her tits tighter to the glass. A few of the ones below had started fucking already. Non in a frantic pase, all slow. Letting the desire build as they watched her being tormented by this handsom stranger. She felt his hand slip away. She wanted to turn and ask why. The palm still pressing between her shoulder blades wouldn't allow her to move. He had her where he wanted her. He wasn't allowing that to change any time soon.



She felt something cold, metal against her skin. It made cold chills flood her creamy skin. Sending tremors of worry and delight through her at the same time. Fear gripped her the second she felt the cold metalic blade of a knife. Slide beneath her panties along her pussy lips. The side moving along side her clit. Just as his lips kissed the small of her back. He jerked his hand forcefully shredding her panties from her body. A silent scream gripped her throat. Closing off her air momentarily. She heard the thud of the knife fall to the floor away from them. Then his hand slide up between her thighs again. His long thick fingers were strumming her cunt as they had her neck earlier. Lazily tormentedly deliciously teasing her clit. His thumb slide deep into her juicy cunt. His groan was so much deeper than before. So full of desire and lust she could feel it in his lips that still lay at the small of her back. His forefinger had curled and was pushing her clit from side to side. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. She wanted to yell, moan scream but nothing came out. He relaxed his hand a bit and slid her thumb out of her. Without saying a word he caught her other knee and put it on the rail. She had noticed to handles above her head earlier but had no idea what they were for. Now she was finding out as he locked cuffs around each of her wrist. Keeping her body stretched out with her knees spread open wide on the rail beneath her. He grins as he kissed her lower back again.



The rough slap to her ass she wasn't prepard for. It made her body smack the glass and bounce back a bit. The crowd beneath no longer were so interested in them. They were now tangled with their own partner. Even those that came along had found someone to fuck tonight. Mark moved away from her leaving her to watch the crowd below. She heard a door open. A cart roll across the floor then the sting of his hand again. He walked up a small stool and slipped a ball gag over her dark painted lips....Open....was the only word he said. She complied and he'd buckled it behind her head pushing the ball deep in her mouth. She'd already started drooling. The ball had pushed her tongue down and wouldn't allow her to swallow. He took a single step down and reached around her placing a tight clamp on each over her dusky nipples. Flipping a single switch on each to turn the vibration on. Then took another step back to the floor. He'd noticed before that a thick hoop was pierced through the hood of her clit. There was no way he was letting that go untouched. Now that he had her spread so wide. He swung his hand upward slapping her cunt hard. she screamed out. She had no idea but when he'd flipped the switch to make the glass two way. It also turned a speaker on downstairs for all to hear. He slapped her cunt again. She screamed again, Mark merely chuckled. His hand was gone again. This time he placed another vibrating clip on her clit. Mashing the ring tighter through the hood. Attaching all three rings with a thing silver chain. He gave it a secured tug to make sure it was attached. And to make her scream a bit more. By this time her drool was falling over her breast making the glass a slick mess. He loved the sounds she was making. The soft humm of the vibrating clamps mingled with the whimpering moans she was giving off.



Mark let the chain go with a smile of triumph. He spread the cheeks of her ass apart and smeared anal ease over the tight puckered hole. She whimpered her reservations trying to get him to stop. His sadistic chuckle assured her that simply wasn't happening. The first ball was small. It slipped inside with no pressure at all. The second was bigger, the third was even more so. By the time he's put all 10 of the balls inside her. Her tightly puckered hole was stretched open wide. Her hips were swaying trying to get away from the beads that filled her. He turned on a vibe and slide it inside her. He wasted no time as he clicked it onto the fastest speed. She screamed loudly twisting writhing on the fleshy toy. Her cunt juice had trickled to her thighs by the time. He'd slipped the toy inside. Now it was bubling around the toy making such sloppy fuck sounds. He fucked her with it harder faster than she'd ever been fucked with anything before. His knuckles ground her clit with each thrust. Her body was a trbling mess. Sweat how now covered her skin in a thin skim. Making her flesh so slick. Drool was trickling all the way down to her navel. Making the glass such a nasty mess. Her head fell back screaming again and again as her cunt walls spasmed around the toy. Squirting her sweet necture all over his hand.



Without saying a word he slapped her ass hard....First one cheek, Then the other. Back and forth sending stinging warmth over her ass flesh from side to side. When he finally thinks she can take no more. Mark slips the fibe from her unhooking her clit clamp tongueing that sweet nub. The bristles of his newing beard scratch Kathleens cunt lips. Her clit, her raw hole. Kathleens hips begin writhing all over again. Riding his mouth grinding against those whiskers. Loving the way his hot wet tongue laps. Her mouth bites down on the ball again. Another earth shattering scream rumbling through the speakers below. Her juices flood out of her as she squirts for the first time in her life all over his mouth. Feeding him her sweet necture. Fuck.......is the only thing he says licking his lips, her cunt, pushing two fingers inside her. Twisting stroking her inner walls. Stretching her reading her for whats coming next. His fingers pull out only for three to slip in. She moans so deeply the ones below cannot help but look up. To see what is going on. To see the sexy strangers letting go. Mark pulls his hand back again squirting lube all over. He slips four back inside wiggling his fingers. Kathleen whimpers so helplessly. Her cunt being stretched open so wide. Her juices trickle into Marks awaiting palm.



Much to her surprize, Mark wasn't finished. His thumb lay flat in his palm only to push a bit harder. The pressure at first felt as tho he was going to rip her. She cried out her begging pleas for him to stop. He wouldn't be stopped, he wanted his goal. His fingers relaxed its pressure a bit. Then gave more deeper, his knuckles slipping inside of her. Then half his hand, he relaxed again pulling back. Then pushed in again, this time there was no restraints strong enough. His strong hand pushed inside of her. She cried out screaming so loud. Everyone stopped to stare. Some couldn't believe what they were seeing. Others were smiling having known what it felt like to be so full before. Mark slowly twisted his fist inside her. Fucking her slow and easy like. His knuckles grating on her cunt wall making them contract around his fist. Suddenly with no warning Kathleens head falls back and another animalistic scream shadders the moans below. She's cumming again, so hard it feels like thickened piss rushing around his hand down his wrist soaking his arm with her slutty lust. He slowly slipped his hand out of her. Stepping back for a towel wiping his arm down a bit as her cunt juice is dripping from his elbow.



Mark steps up the ladder once more unlocking the cuffs releasing her wrist. Only to step down to the floor hooking one strong arm around her waist. Lifting Kathleen from the rail to the floor. Turning her sideways so the ones beneath can see. Yet he can have what he wants. He opens his pants releasing the raging hardon that has been dieing to be touched for what seems like hours. His strong fingers curl in her hair. His voice is a threatning whisper......Do not swallow your spit. I want your mouth gushy......With that he slips the buckle open pulling the ball gag from her mouth. Her eyes are a darker green than ever before. But she obeys. He drops the wet gag to the cart top and slaps her mouth with his hard cock hissing deeply. Don't just sit there on your knees bitch. Suck my cock, show me how I made you feel.....The fibration from her nip clamps were beyond hurting. The pain was so intense she was fucking air. Her mouth came down on his cock with such an unspeakable urgent need. Sucking wildly as a starving animal. His low growl sounded his approval. His fingers twisting tighter in her hair. Bunching it in his fist as a pony tail using it to guide her. Craming every inch of his thick shaft down her throat. The head cutting off her air. Kathleens hands come up to his thighs to push back but something stopped her. Mark relaxed his fingers and began fucking her mouth all over again. Harder faster, her cheeks bellowing open with every thrust.



Marks eyes clamp closed as his fist tightens all over again pulling his meat from her mouth. Just in time to explode in her face. Showering her sweet blackened lips with his white cream. Kathleen instantly licks her lips cleaning them. Swallowing his man seed down in her belly. Her his still writhing uncontrolably. Wanting to cum again so hard. Mark pulls her to her feet sitting her up on the rail with her back pressed to the glass. Cramming his thick spent shaft inside her. Much to her surprize he hasn't lost a bit of thickness. His fucking in an animalistic rage taking what is his. The swinging from every thrust on the clamps driving Kathleen totally crazy. Her fingers curl in his dirty blonde mass pulling his mouth to hers. His tongue posses her, fucking her mouth urgently. Within seconds both scream wildly as another universe melting orgasm sudders through them. Leaving both breathless starring into one anothers eyes. Mark reaches over flipping the two way glass switch back. So the others below can't see them any longer.



Mark carefully removed the clamps from her sore nipples. Clicking the small motors to the off position before dropping them onto the carts top. His strong arms wrapped around her. Cupping her ass in both hands lifting her from the rail. She wrapped her legs around him. He feathered soft kisses over her lips. As he carried her to his sofa. Keeping himself buried so deep within her. He sit down with her legs still wrapped around his waist. Both kissing each other as tender lovers. The animalisic desire at bay for now. Kathleen couldn't help but think. That tonight wasn't a terrible waste of time after all. Marks warm mouth finding hers was all she needed to confirm. That there would be many more nights and days like this....



The End



A Loving Family - Samantha's Story-Part Four (end)

Samantha falls in love with her future husband


FORWARD. These first chapters relate to an earlier time, when girls were more innocent that in later decades. For Samantha’s life as a wife and mother, read my story “A Loving Family” which is referred to in the opening paragraphs. The principal character, Samantha, who in her adult life is the wife of Don and mother to Peter and Susan, recollects her life from the age of 11 years and we meet her closest female friend, Cherie-Anne. If explicit sexual family encounters disturb you, please read no further.

This is a work of pure fiction and tells of a young girl’s sexual and emotional development into womanhood.

This has not been written simply as erotica, but is a story which attempts to explore events in Samantha’s life which may have led to why she acted as she did as a wife and mother. The sexual passages are therefore within the context of that personal, fictional, history.



A Loving Family – Samantha’s Story



Chapter Eight - Samantha graduates and meets her future husband.



Samantha and Cherie-Anne completed their University studies, were awarded their degrees and swore eternal loving friendship.



In July it was Sami’s twenty first birthday and her aunt and two uncles planned a celebration. There were extensive grounds to Danny’s home and a marquee was hired, disco group engaged, food catered, invitation cards printed and ten of Sam’s special University friends invited, five young men and five young women, with Cherie as ever sharing her best friend’s bedroom as on previous occasions. Samantha now had control of part of her inheritance and insisted that she pay for two night’s accommodation in two small but modestly comfortable hotels for the nine who enthusiastically accepted.



Cherie had been invited to stay a full week before the other guests were due, and to Sam’s startled surprise her mother Madeline arrived with her, complete with bulging suitcases and obviously expecting to stay some little time. She raised a quizzical eyebrow at her friend who made a little ‘mou’ with her mouth and shrugged imperceptibly in a typically Gallic manner. While Cherie picked up her own bags and packages with Sam’s help, Danny lifted Madeline’s and carried them in manly fashion into his home, up the stairs and into the bedroom that he now regarded as ‘The French Room’ - it even had a small painted sign saying so - with the French flag adorning each side! The girls staggered down the corridor, past ‘The French Room’ into Sam’s private quarters and dumped the cases on one of the beds. “What on earth have you got in that case? It weighs a ton” gasped Sam as she plonked herself on her own bed.



“Never you mind” retorted her friend “But you are not pleased to see me?”



“Of course I am you fat headed French baggage.”



“Then I demand the kiss to show me.”



Sami stood and her chere amie approached and the girls braced. Their lips met. Silence was punctuated by gasps, by feverish hands stroking, touching. There was a knock on the door. A female voice called, asking to enter. “Un moment Maman.” They tried to calm.



The door unlocked, Madeline entered and saw the flushed faces, the heaving bosoms and understood. She began to apologise and backed out of their room, closing the door firmly. The two friends collapsed into each other’s arms, giggling hysterically.



The following day Sami cornered her elusive uncle.



“Unk I want a word.”



“Oh? What can I do?”



“What you can do is tell me why Madeline is here when you didn’t even tell me you’d invited her to my party.”



“Madeline is here,” he started in dignified tones “because her daughter is here. Cherie-Anne is French and everyone else is English and there are 80 local friends invited and ... and she will want someone she knows.”



“Unk, sometimes you really are a smoothie aren’t you? You really are. Cherie has been here loads of times and been out with me and my friends. Is there something I should know? About you and Madeline?”



“No more than I need to know about you and Cherie-Anne” he retorted.



Samantha blushed a rosy pink. “She TOLD you? Anyway we only kissed hello again.”



“If you say so, Samantha!” Her uncle’s grin and twinkling eyes said louder than any words that his belief in ‘... just kissed hello ...’ carried little credibility.



They hugged. Too close in their hearts to attempt further subterfuge. “Do you love her?” she asked, held close to his chest.



“After you Sami, I think she’s getting very important to me. She can’t ever take Emily’s place. I don’t want her to. I don’t WANT her to be Emily She’s her own person and isn’t Em and can’t be Em. But ‘yes’ to answer you, I think I care for her a lot.”



“That’s OK then. I like her too.”



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On the Friday afternoon before the party all of her Uni friends who were staying over had arrived but one. Belinda hadn’t arrived, hadn’t phoned.



The college friends hung out that evening at Sam’s second favourite pub, ‘The Black Swan,’ known locally as ‘The Mucky Duck,’ where Samantha had been able to hire a private function room and bar for the evening. Teams were formed, darts and dominoes were played, animated discussions took place round wine and beer laden tables, cold snacks were consumed and there was even a quiz with Cherie as quizmaster, which became more hilarious as the college friends imbibed from the free bar arranged by their hostess. Finally, a hand bell was rung and the traditional call “Time Gentlemen Please” was made at 10.30 p.m. Tea towels were hung over the beer pump handles to indicate that no more drinks would be served. A minibus arrived and took Sami’s guests to their hotels and, arm in arm, she and Cherie strolled back in the warm evening to her home.



Sam’s anxiety grew as she sat with Cherie at her side in Unk’s living room, the room in which Sam had been given horrendously unimaginable news. A late night movie failed to hold her attention. Music failed to calm.



At half past midnight the yard alarm sounded. A push-button request for admission rang in a loud peal.



“Stay there” Danny commanded and made for the door to the yard. Madeline made to follow but he gently asked her to wait with the girls. Although she obeyed she stood, nervously pacing, aware of the tension and the reason for it.



Soon he was back with a huge smile of relief on his face and in walked Belinda. The girls rushed to hold her close, their cries of ‘thank God’ and ‘merci mon Dieu’ muffled by the hugs of relieved welcome. Sami became aware of a man standing behind Belinda. Quite tall. Quite handsome. Quite heart catchingly appealing.



“Sami-girl I hope you don’t mind. This is my brother Don. I tried to ring but the damned battery went kaput after I’d called him. My car absolutely refused to start and he couldn’t make it work either and finally he said he’d bring me. Guess what? He hadn’t even got his phone with him. Men hey? Never any good when you need them are they? Ooops sorry Mr. Bure! And the hotel was locked and barred because it was too late,” Belinda babled on in her slightly gauche and incoherent way. “And this is him. Don these are my friends Samantha and Cherie. You two, this is my brother Donald. He publishes stuff.”



Sami in turn introduced her uncle and Cherie’s mother. A strange disconcerting ‘something’ flowed between Samantha and Donald as their eyes met.



Danny said although not enough beds were made up he could give Don a sofa, and there was one last guest room prepared and his sister could use that. Samantha rushed upstairs to the linen cupboard and brought a blanket and pillows for this unknown, but somewhat disturbing man.



Danny identified the downstairs facilities for their unexpected guest and everyone could at last retire to rest and sleep.



The coming weekend was a huge success. There was delight in meeting again the people she (and of course Cherie) had been so close to at University. They were all introduced to her local friends. The music was great, the dancing enthusiastic, the ethnically varied buffet was excellent, and the discovery that Madeline had the most delightfully rich jazz voice, a deep powerful contralto which excited and enriched the melodies of jazz had the guests grouped around the small stage, listening and applauding and begging for more. That she also played tenor sax with liquid rhythms came with little surprise.



Sami was constantly aware of Don and each time she looked at him, he was looking at her. They danced together, chatted together but there was a strange tension between them. Somehow, she knew not why, she had been pleased Danny invited him to stay, if only to return his sister safely home she told herself. He was more than happy with the sofa, he said, but had been re-allocated to his sister’s room after she left for the hotel the following day.



The weekend passed, the guests left the hospitality provided. Belinda said her goodbyes in the yard beside her brother’s car and was braced by her two girlfriends. The man offered his hand in thanks but on a sudden impulse Sami held his shoulders and kissed his cheek. He quickly took her arms in his, returning her chaste kiss with one that burned from within him and seemed to scorch her cheek.



Cherie looked on and watched the exchange, recognising what they failed to recognise.



The car drove off. The two friends linked arms and strolled into the suddenly empty garden. There was the quietness of friendship and understanding between them.



“Sami, when you find your beau ami, the man you must love alone in the world, will you rber me?”



“I don’t know what you mean” exclaimed her friend “what rubish you do talk.”



“I think this man, Don, he has found a little tiny place in your heart so quickly. I think he becomes so special a man for you.”



“And I think you are silly French ...” she paused ... silly French ...” and for no reason she knew, she burst into tears.



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During the following days Don’s face, his blue eyes, his smile, flitted in and out of her mind. Her heart seemed to flip-flop as she rbered him holding her to return her own impetuous but chaste kiss. This was so STUPID she thought. She didn’t know the man. He held no attraction for her. They probably had nothing in common and would hate each other’s interests and hobies.



Another week passed and Cherie departed for France but Madeline stayed on. For the first time in years Sami lacked a shoulder to turn to.



A few days later the phone in her apartment shrilled out its impatient call. “Hi - 769584 who is this?”



“Sam it’s me, Lynnie” and Sam then recognised the voice of her friend Belinda.



“Lynnie how great to hear you. How are you?”



“Right now trying to cadge a huge favour. I don’t suppose you rber my brother Don?”



Sam’s heart missed a beat. “Ermm yes I think I do. Why?”



“You know he’s in publishing? Well you probably forget. Anyway he’s looking for a cheap place to buy where he can set up his business with low overheads and maybe room to expand his stock or whatever, and he says he loves where you are in the country. Cheaper prices. He wants to spend a few days looking round and wonders if you would point him at house agents and even, if you have time, help him find places. The geography you know to save him time,” Belinda gushed. “I told him you’re much to busy for that but if you could help him with agents to ask it would be good. And he really is pushing it I know he is but he said could you book him in at some cheap bed and breakfast place?”



Sami’s heart didn’t know whether to settle in her throat or her tummy. “Lynnie, yes I’ll see if I can find the time but I’m pretty busy” while her conscience screamed at her ‘Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!’



“OK I’ll give him your number and he’ll call. Must dash. Bye Sam.” And the line went dead.



Samantha replaced the phone, the handset rattling in the cradle as she fumbled with it. Her cheeks burned, her heart beat loudly in her ears. She put her hands to her cheeks and then the phone shrilled again. “Hi - 769584 who is this?”



“Is that my sister Belinda’s friend? Am I through to Samantha Johnson? This is Lyn’s brother Donald. Do you rber me?”



“Donald? Yes. I think I rber you.” ‘Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!’ her conscience again screamed in her head.



Don went through the rigmarole of wanting a place to buy, Sami saying she would try to find time to help. Then it was ‘how are you?’ and ‘I’m fine and how are you?’ And ‘how kind of her uncle to let him stay.’ And she saying ‘they were glad to help her friend Belinda’s brother.’ And all the time her heart turning somersaults.



Then he was asking ‘when could he visit?’ And she was saying ‘anytime’. And him saying ‘he didn’t want to be in her way and stop her being with her SPECIAL friends.’ And she saying ‘well she could maybe arrange things if he really wanted to come soon.’ And him saying ‘yes as soon as she could see him.’ And she asking ‘when?’ And him saying ‘tomorrow?’ And her saying ‘yes OK’ very softly. And him saying ‘you mean like TOMORROW?’ And her saying ‘yes’ and him saying ‘see you then’ and her saying ‘yes see you’ and him saying ‘bye then’ and her saying ‘bye then.’ And both put their phones down with shaking hands. In the daze of hearing him she failed to realise that he must have been standing by his sister Belinda as she made the first call. Hoping Samantha would see him. Dreading she would not.



She phoned a Bed & Breakfast and reserved a room for the following night. She was in town as soon as Agents opened and collected a wad of leaflets. She drove quickly back prepared to wait impatiently for his arrival but he was already there. Waiting in the yard. Unk talking with him.



She tried to appear cool, nonchalant, at ease as she stepped out of her car and held out her hand to Donald. “Hello again. You are early.”



Her over bright voice, the bloom in her cheeks made Danny look at her wonderingly. Don suddenly lost his ‘hail fellow well met’ confidence and seemed almost bashful. “Well come on in the pair of you. Let’s have a coffee.” Samantha explained she had booked a room for Donald but Danny said what a waste of money, would the lad like to stay here? Don’s delighted acceptance caused Sami a strange feeling of nervousness. ‘What am I thinking? Why am I reacting like this?’ she demanded of herself. She determined she would be calm and cool, treating him simply as her friend’s brother.



The Agents’ leaflets were laid out on the table and possibilities were discussed. A route to maximise time was laid out, daily lists were made and the young couple set off in Don’s car.



Among the dross of totally unsatisfactory properties, at the end of the first day one stood out. The rest of the leaflets were scrapped and that one held in reserve while they inspected more on the following day. From each completed list he held back just one property and Don, to his intense pleasure, found that day by day Samantha was taking more and more interest in the search.



She remained slightly aloof, friendly, even more than kind, but aloof nevertheless he thought, but made intelligent enquiries about his business, what it involved, how it was run, what it needed to be successful. Her keen mind, honed by academic study and stimulated by the clarity of Don’s own thinking made their conversations alive with ideas. Her academic degree fitted neatly into his publishing and literary interests. Increasingly they discussed the nature of publishing, what appealed to readers, more importantly what appealed to buyers of books, and the capabilities of various authors. Don’s week at Danny’s home went into a second week after Don had secretly visited town and scraped the barrel for other properties. Realising time was running out he said he needed to revisit several properties on his short list and talk with the appropriate Agents, which gave him a third week with Samantha. Danny looked on and wondered if his niece was falling in love as knew that Don was already lost to any other woman.



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It had been another perfect summer’s day with Don, as befitted his business status, dressed in smart white cotton shirt with tie and dark blue trousers. Samantha was dressed in a primrose yellow trouser suit which he liked to see her wear - specially bought to please him although he hadn’t realised it!



In the still of the evening as they returned from seeing the last of the possible properties, Don already knew that he had no justification for expecting further hospitality at Mr Bure’s home. He determined - if he could find the courage - to tell Samantha how he felt about her.



He was driving his own car when suddenly he made up his mind and pulled off the road into a secluded picnic area, now deserted in the late evening. He turned to her as she sat beside him.



“Sam ...” He cleared his suddenly husky throat and started again. “Sami ... that is ... I mean Samantha.”



“Yes, Don?” Her heart began to quake.



“We’ve finished the list off today. I know which I want to buy. I just want to tell you how fantastic you’ve been, giving me all your time.” His hand reached out and touched her face and he felt her press her cheek against his fingers, welcoming his touch. “Sam ... I mean Samantha ... if I offer for the property ...” he stopped, nervous to go on to commit himself. What if she said ‘no?’



“Tell me Don. Say what you want to tell me” she said softly while ‘GO ON - TELL ME’ the voice in her head screamed.



His hand turned her face to look at him. “Sami I ... well ... I want the place so I can be near you ... Samantha ... I love you.” His heart was thundering in his ears as he waited for her response.



“I know you do, silly, I’ve know it since soon after you came and Uncle Dan asked you to stay,” and softly “I love you too.”



“Really? REALLY? HONESTLY?” and she laughed and said “if you don’t believe me, must I write it down for you?”



He reached for her and she turned, accepting his arms as he clumsily tried to hold her in the confined space of the car. He leaned towards her and she responded. Their lips met in a kiss. The barriers she had hidden behind crumbled and the kiss became a lover’s kiss. His brace became an brace which silently begged for and was gaspingly granted, an intimacy of touch as he placed his nervous hand over the swell of her breasts. His fingers were plucking at the buttons of her coat, fumbling with a man’s clumsiness.



“Wait” she panted and he thought he’d gone too far but she rapidly unfastened the buttons to allow what he wanted.



His shaking hands pulled her coat open and the whiteness of her bra made him shiver. Samantha reached down and activated the lever to lower the seat so she was lying on her back beside him. She lay there, quite still, her eyes bright, looking at him as she waited. “I love you, Don” she again whispered.



Don’s hand rested on her naked tummy below her bra, feeling her tense at his touch, but she still made no move to stop him. He lowered his own seat and twisted his hips so he could bend over her. She closed here eyes and their lips met once more. His hand moved tentatively over her bra, stroking her, feeling the firmness of her breasts. Awkwardly he tried to put his hand down the top to feel her but she broke the kiss and pulled her bra up revealing the thrust of her nipples, dark in the late evening light.



His hand cautiously touched and as she lay unresisting, he again kissed her. The kiss became feverish as their passion grew. His hand was groping, first one breast then the other, feeling on her nipples. She again broke the kiss and her hand pushed his head down and his lips searched and found a nipple. He began to lick and suckle on her. She put her hand behind his head to hold him to her as her head arched back in pleasure.



Don began to brush over her trousers, along her thigh, back to her tummy and back down again. As he moved it upwards he let it slide along her inner thigh, slowly, so very slowly inching towards her centre. He paused. Close now. Her legs were quivering under his heated palm. His thumb reached and found the seam between her legs and his nail rasped along it. Her hips twitched and he heard her panting intake of breath.



Samantha’s hand clutched his head more tightly to her breast as he reached for the band of her trousers, his fingers moving with more confidence as they slipped under the elasticated waist. She was breathing heavily, gasping as he now found the edge of her panties. He was in them! OH GOD he was in her panties. Silken hairs. Down further. Pushing at the panties and trousers with the back of his fingers as they impeded him. Feeling the heat. Touching. Feeling. Conscious of her humidity. His middle finger parting her slit. Wet. God she was wet. Finding the place, the spilling place, telling him of her need and the love she would give him.



He pressed and she allowed him entry. His finger probed. Filled her with his finger. Moved his finger in his act of love. His thumb felt her hard nub. Rubed it gently. Her hips lifted and bucked against his hand. Her hand reached down to hold him in place as her orgasm burst from her sweet needful body. She cried out her ecstasy.



The hand on his head eased its pressure as she became more quiet, as the shuddering in her tummy slowly changed to the ripples of her after shocks.



His cheek now rested on her breast and he lifted to look at her face. Her eyes were closed but as he looked she opened them and saw him. She gave a small smile, a contented smile, and pulled his head to kiss him.



“Don that was wonderful for me. Thank you my very own Darling. Now it’s your turn” and she pushed him away from her, telling him to lie back. He made as if to unfasten himself but she tapped his hand. “Lie still. Please let me do it. Take your tie off and don’t get in my way” she giggled.” He pulled at the knot of his tie and as his fingers passed by his nose, he caught the smell, the private scent of her. She quickly unpicked his shirt buttons then fumbled with his belt. He reached down and deftly unclipped it.



“Get your hands out of the way and DON’T MOVE” she said. She unfastened him at the waist and there was the soft ‘zipppp’ as she opened his trousers. His shirt was parted, her soft fingers brushed over his tummy, his chest, raked gently over his nipples. His cock was trapped in his briefs and he ached for her to touch it, to release the desperate fullness inside him.



She sat up and shrugged off her coat, unsnapped and released her bra and he gazed in wonder at the vision. She bent over him, and as her nipple touched his lips, he felt her hand slip inside his briefs and softly discover the shape of his cock. He groaned.



Again he suckled on her nipple. She fondled him, feeling for his hard length, feeling for his balls; at last she held her fingers round the fatness of his prick, her hand pulled it out of his briefs and started to jerk him off.



She knew he was close. His gasping breath. His heaving tummy. He thrust into her hand as she pulled his skin back. He released her nipple and gasped onto her naked breast “Sami ... I’m cumminggggggggggggggggg” and he erupted as she held it so that the spurts of cum shot up and over his chest and tummy. She held it as it throbed out again and again. Bending over she kissed him as he released his pent up love for her. Holding it in a possessive grip as it softened she laid her chest over his, feeling his heart beat calming. Feeling the wetness of his cum on her breast as well as on his.



They lay there for unknown minutes in intimate brace until Samantha lifted from him and touched the wetness of him on her body. “Give me your hanky Don, I don’t want your stuff on my suit” and she giggled. So the lovers cleaned up and the soaking hanky was dropped at Samantha’s feet.



They replaced and adjusted clothing. They left their retreat in the woodland, and drove slowly to Samantha’s home. She leapt out of the car, using her key to deactivate the alarm while her lover drove into the yard, then hurried to him and whispered that she would go in through her private entrance. He should go into the main house and say she had a headache and had gone to bed. She told him she would leave the door to her apartment unlocked. They kissed in a hungry brace.



Danny, anxious at them being so late and having had no phone call, with the ghosts of eight years ago rising in front of him, saw them through a window, relieved to see them safely home. He saw the brace. He saw his niece run quietly to her private entrance to let herself in. Don walked in, and looked into the living room where Danny now sat watching a late show. Don put on a yawn, said he was tired out from the property searches and that Samantha had a splitting headache. Danny merely kept a solemn face and wished him a good night.



Daniel did his regular late night yard inspection using a powerful torch, searching for anything unusual. At Don’s car he checked to be sure it was securely locked and flashed the light inside. He immediately saw the crumpled hanky in the passenger well and smiled. ‘Soooo’ he thought, ‘the two were now lovers were they? Or damned well soon would be. Splitting headache indeed!’ and he grinned broadly at the idea. A man’s discarded crumpled hanky was a dead giveaway after all.



Inside the house Don stripped out of his clothes and hurried to the adjacent bathroom. He showered. He shaved. He used his aftershave and deodorant. Dressed only in his boxers he crept down the passage and eased open the door to Samantha’s sanctuary. She was already showered and lay naked on her bed, an image of Grecian marble perfection. He looked down, absorbing his first view of her heart stopping beauty, the highlights and shadows that defined the splendour that was this woman, HIS woman now. His trbling fingers became all thumbs as he struggled to drop his shorts and join her.



He knelt beside her, awkward on the single width bed. She moved more to one side. He lay beside her. The lovers searched and found the shiveringly erotic differences which were unique to a man and a woman. Both had skills in love making. Both were able to give to the other, the delight, the exquisitely unique exaltation that only a lover can give to their beloved partner. Their discoveries were of a newly revealed person; each was new to the other; each was stimulated and enchanted by the other. Both gave their totality to the other in an unconditional declaration of love.



He touched and caressed her silky skin. His hand sought her where now he could see, but in the silent wood had been only able to feel. He saw her open. He knelt between the spread legs, now positioned for the ultimate surrender of her most intimate gift. He realised the totality of her gift, freely offered. She reached for him, wanting him. She guided him and held him to her woman’s place. He thrust, penetrating her. She gasped as she felt him claim her. She accepted him, all of him, as a part of herself. He began to fill the wonder of her soft body with rhythm and power and strength of his.



His movements on and in her stimulated every part of her welcoming body. She thrust her hips against his, riding her mound on the base of his raging thrusting cock completing a magical union for them both. They were one in love.



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Danny accepted their relationship; there was no question that when Don visited, he shared Samantha’s bedroom.



It was springtime. Warmth was in the air and the pretty flowers of new life sprouted in gardens and hedgerows. Trees bore the fat buds which soon would release the freshness of new leaves to cover the drab starkness of their winter’s browns and greys.



Don had made an acceptable offer for a property which gave him not only work and limited storage space, but also family space.



Samantha had been helping him decorate; for one of the rooms, which faced north, she had chosen pale cream as a colour wash to lighten and make the potentially sombre room more pleasing, while allowing a better viewing for colour photographs and paintings against printers’ proof sheets.



The final coat had been applied to the walls, the debris of decorating cleansed from the floor and a table and chairs moved in. It was another room completed and almost ready for use.



Don looked at the young woman who now filled his life. She was in paint stained trousers, worn and much splodged T shirt and with a bandana wound about her head to keep her hair clean. She had a dark streak across her nose and cheek where she had used the back of a dirty hand to rub at an elusive itch. She was gruby. She wore old and stained clothing. Her old running shoes were a total disgrace. She was a nightmare. But to him she looked totally enchanting and feminine. He wanted this woman for the rest of his life.



“Sam?”



“What? she asked.



“Sami look at me.”



“Now don’t you start anything I know that voice. I’m just going to clean that window it’s filthy. Then we can get the curtains up.”



He walked up to her and pulled her back into his front. She leaned into him as he held her close. “I TOLD you don’t start anything.”



“Samantha, please marry me. I love you. I want you for ever. I want us to be together for always.”



Her heart sank. Her mind raced. He didn’t know about Cherie-Anne. He didn’t know about Uncle Danny. She couldn’t accept. She couldn’t say yes. He felt her stiffen in his arms.



Her silence turned him cold. “Sami? Don’t you feel for me as I feel for you? I thought you loved me. Please, please marry me ... Talk to me ... Please say something ... Anything ... Don’t freeze me out.”

.

He felt her take deep breath. He felt her try to relax her sudden tension.



“Sami?” he repeated.



The tightness returned to her chest as she tried to speak. “Don. Oh Don. You don’t want me. You don’t want me for your wife. You really truly don’t want to marry me. Can’t we just be like we are now?”



He forcefully turned her around to face him. “What sort of stupidity is that? I KNOW I want you. I KNOW I love you. I KNOW without you life isn’t any life for me. Only with you do I come alive. Only with you do my thoughts race and my ideas gel and decisions are easier and not harder. And anyway, I can’t afford to pay an editor like you so you have to marry me!” he joked.



He tried to make her look at him but she buried her head in his shoulder. She still said not a word.



“Sami I know you love me. I just know it. So what’s so bad about being married?”



She clutched at his shirt. “What’s so bad? Please don’t ask. Please don’t.”



“Do you love me?” Silence.



“Sami I will never let this drop. DO YOU LOVE ME?”



A small ‘yes’ almost lost itself in the folds of his shirt.



“So. Get the knitting wool out of that intelligent brain, stop behaving like an idiot and explain to me. I love you and you love me. So why won’t you say ‘yes’? Give me one good reason why not.”



He felt her chest swell as she attempted control. “Because I do love you that’s why I won’t .......... Because I made love before I met you with Uncle Danny for one good reason.”



He hugged her more closely. “If I said that Lynnie and me had ... ermm ... played when we were younger. Would that make you not want to marry me?”



“You haven’t. I know you haven’t. I don’t believe you. You’re only saying it to make me say yes.”



He lifted her chin and looked down at her reluctant face. “Samantha Johnson, I swear to you that me and my sister Belinda have done nice things for each other. Made love together. Just as we did in my car for our first time. And more than we did then. Every time she came home from Uni.”



She again buried her face in his chest. “I don’t mind that then. But there’s something you will hate me for and Don, I don’t want you to hate me, not ever.”



“Before you tell me any more, why don’t you want me to hate you, ‘not ever?’”



“Because I want you to love me for ever” she wailed.



“Whatever you tell me. Whatever you’ve done, whatever you IMAGINE you’ve done, I love you and I can’t help that. Just as you can’t help whatever it is you’re afraid to tell me. So tell me.”



“ Cherie-Anne. And me. At University for nearly 3 years now.”



“You mean you and that sexy French girl make LOVE??”



“Yes. But if you forgive me. I won’t any more.”



“You mean ... you mean ... naked ... feeling and things and touching ... and ... and ... do you get orgasms together???”



“Yes.”



He pulled her closer and she felt the excitement of him grow. His hands were reaching for the fastening of her trousers. She felt him loosen them. Felt them sliding over her thighs as he reached to find her.



“Sami marry me” and he laid her on her back on the table.



“But Cheri-Anne we said ...”



Her trousers were off. Her panties pulled to one side. His frantic fingers released his zipper and his need for her.



His knob found her. As always she subconsciously released her love flow to help their togetherness. He thrust at her. She accepted him inside, feeling him fill the place that always waited for him.



“Marry me” he demanded as he filled her totally.



“But Cherie ...”



“You can love with her on one condition.”



“What?” she gasped as he withdrew and filled her again.



“Every time you do, you tell me afterwards what she does. What you do. Tell me what she likes. NOW SAY YOU WILL MARRY ME.”



“Yes. Yes. Yes.Donnnnnnyyyyyyyessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss”



And they erupted in passion.



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And so they were married and in the course of time Peter and Susan were born.



Cherie-Anne married and lived in France for many years but she and Samantha still met, if only on yearly visits to each other’s homes. The meetings might be infrequent but were still filled with love. Cherie eventually returned to England , living with her French husband, Marcel and family close to Samantha’s home. Don and Marcel had become became firm friends and the multi-lingual Marcel accepted a senior position with Don on the European Marketing side. Quite soon he was a partner to the delight of Samantha and Cherie.



Samantha kept her promise and whispered secrets in Don’s ear as she and Cherie made occasional love, causing Don to perform magnificently to the great pleasure of them both.



The children grew and matured. Samantha rbered her own young experiences at the hands of her cousin and determined that her own children would learn their love making inside a family of love. Where only love influenced every touch, every emotion, and raw, casual, fleeting sex never intruded.



Everything in her life had been shared with her husband. He knew the history of the sexual assaults on her, of her near rape and of her fury. He knew the depths of her despair and final reconciliation with the death of her parents. He knew how the loving friendship of Cherie-Anne had begun her reawakening to forgotten pleasures. He knew that her Uncle Danny had respected her growing into innocent womanhood, and then with the deliberate wiles of his niece, had succumbed to her, as he had himself, and in doing so had brought her to accept and enjoy love with a man who loved her for who she was, and not what she was.



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