Being Yours

My poor captive. I\'ve brought you here to share you with the city one last time. In my right hand is a wand-vibrator plugged into the wall. You know what\'s going to happen. There\'s no use trying to stop it. You can feel it before it begins. I turn it on and we both hear the buzz. You turn your face to the side as if to hide but I bring your face to mine so I can kiss you. I want to taste you as the vibrator makes first contact wth your little-girl pussy. You nstinctivey try to close your knees but there\'s the spreader bar to contend with. You feel the agitation in the air as it nears your clit and you make a little whimpering sound, and then it\'s on you.

Your mouth is hot and alive, desperate for escape and desperate for more at the same time. You suck at my tongue, trying to surrender, trying to give that pussy to me and expel the orgasm that\'s already beating inside you lie a trapped bird. It\'s so good, isn\'t it, baby? It\'s so good to give yourself to me like this, to let go and have nothing to defend. It\'s so clean and free and almost like flying, and now your pussy and your whole body\'s alive with fantastic pleasure and you pull your mouth away from mine and start to gasp and moan. You\'re shaking but I\'ve got you. Daddy\'s got you, baby. and you\'re setting him on fire, because I\'m feeling everything you\'re feeling. I swear, I don\'t have a pussy or a clit but I know just what you\'re feeling and I could fucking cry because it feels so fucking good to do this to youto hold you like this and fuck you like this and make! you! come!

\God, Emma! Do it, baby! Do it! Jesus., bitch! Come for me! Oh Christ! Come for me, Emma!\

\Oh! Oh! Oh!\

Your hips pumping, jerking, punching into the angry vibe, muffling it as you shove hard against it and grind your clit against it and I bury my face against your neck and feel the pulse in your neck as you come, then come again, shuddering, moaning.

I don\'t stop. Holding you up I keep after you, keep on using you till you\'re weak and weating, too weak to stand, to weak to resist, till you\'re nothing but trembling cunt.

And now Now

the bar comes off. I drag the table to the window and put you on it. Throw away the vibrator. You lie on the slick blue cape of your robe barely conscious, and now take my cock, bitch! God, Emma! Take it! That sweet, baby-girl cunttake that big fat man-cock shoving deep into that juicy cooze, making you groan, making you cover your womb with your hand as if I might break through. Stuffed with my meat, stuffed with my angry dick, churning you up inside as I grip the table with white knuckles and pound you so hard the whole table shakes and your tits slosh on your chest. Got to have you, baby! Got to pour it into you, dump my filthy cum into you and fill your with it. My hips race frantically back and forth, the big muscles in my ass and thighs flex and pump and that tube of cockmeat spears in and out of your clinging cunt. The veins in my arms bulge and my shoulders are like rocks, My arms are like rocks and there\'s no escape for you. I\'m a machine and there\'s only one thing I want now, only one thing

Thumb reaches down, finds you cum button Oh give me this, Emma! Give me this last one! I want to see, want to feel you lose it for me as I shoot my fucking soul into you, bitch! I want to know you\'re mine for those few seconds, that I own you body and soul. Give it Give it Fucking give it to me!

God! Fuck! I see you arch, tremble! Those gorgeous tits thrust up, nipples quivering like victory flgas, shaking as you gasp and hold your breath and I feel your pussy grip me with primeval subterranean spasms and that throws wide the very windows of heaven for meup gushes the fountains of cream, scalding hot for you, lifting me off my feet with the force of my ejaculation, great wracking eructations ejaculations of splattering seedfierce, furious, angelic & rapturous, ripped with wonder and wrapped in the lights and sights of this heavenly and fantastic room and its view

An Evening At Bergens

This story contains explicit sexual content. It is not to be viewed by those under 18 years of age. The following story is fictitious. Any similarities to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Beth leaned over the bar, in between the two men. \Hey, Beth. What can I do for you?\ asked Monday Night Mike. Monday Night Mike knew Beth very well. She was a very familiar face, among other body parts.

\Hi Mike, can you put all of their drinks and their tips on the tab for my table?\

\You got it,\ he replied.

Bergen\'s had two bartenders: Regular Mike and Monday Night Mike. All of the ladies who frequent Bergen\'s are fans of Monday Night Mike for the obvious reasons. He\'s an ex-fullback for the Redskins; drafted out of Florida State, he suffered a career ending injury in his first game. But that didn\'t stop him from becoming a personal fitness trainer and bartender. The women adored his wavy hair, cutoff shirts that exposed his barbed wire bearing biceps and his tight jeans. Beth learned to appreciate him more fully in Bergen\'s basement kitchen on several occasions.

This Monday night, Beth and her husband, Fred, came to Bergen\'s for a quick supper. The tavern is festive and loud, as it is one of Washington DC\'s favorite hangout for the college and political crowd. They were seated at a corner table, by the window looking out onto I Street. They couldn\'t hear each other over the din. Monday Night Mike only plays \The Best of the Clash,\ and he plays it as loudly as he can. Beth spied two young gentlemen sitting at the bar. She felt herself tingle. She excused herself, telling her husband that she would be right back. She made her way to the bar and stood in between the two men.

Beth placed her hands on both of their backs and said that she couldn\'t help but notice them. She told them that they were making her very wet. She asked them if they wanted to go upstairs so that she could show them something. They agreed.

Beth leaned over the bar, in between the two men. She had Monday Night Mike charge all of their drinks to her table. Then the three of them made their way to the narrow staircase.

As they made their way to the mezzanine, she pointed out her husband sitting at the corner table. They continued up the next flight of stairs to the ladies\' room. All three of them entered and Beth locked the door behind them.

The two men immediately began to feel her, all over her body, through and under her clothes. It made her wet. It made her tingle. It started her orgasms washing over her. She had one of the men remove her panties and place them on the windowsill. Beth squatted. She began to undo one of the man\'s pants, while the other began to excitedly open his own.

With a cock in each hand, she began by licking their heads. Taking turns on them; licking and sucking up and down the sides of their shafts. Beth fluttered her tongue underneath their heads. One man closed his eyes and groaned. She latched on to his cock with her soft lips. Drool ran down his cock as she bobbed her head on him with snorts and slurps. His butter precum coated her tongue and mixed with the saliva that was making her mouth glide on him. His cock was getting harder and harder and his knees were getting weaker and weaker.

Beth squeezed his rubber sack in such a way that his balls were pushed to the front. She knew he was going to cum. His stomach muscles clenched. He slumped forward. He grunted, and out came a flood of semen. Beth reveled in its flavor for a little bit and then swallowed it all down. She released his cock from her mouth with a pop, making sure to get it all. It would be her first taste of cum that evening, but it wouldn\'t be her last.

\Go sit down, and get yourself hard again. You\'re not finished yet,\ she commanded him. The man sat down on the toilet, and started stroking his cock.

She began to blow the second man, when she looked up at him. \We don\'t have much time,\ she said, \I want you to cum in me.\

She bent over, leaning on the knees of the first man, and lifted her skirt. The second man slid into Beth easily and deeply. She sighed. It sent waves of pleasure through her body. His cock was thick. His balls brushed against her clit.

With every thrust, her scent delighted his nostrils. He knew she was cuming. Her thick white femcum coated his cock. He felt that tingle that started at the base of his cock and which quickly spread all the way up to his chest. She felt him get harder inside her. She squeezed her muscles at tightly as she could. She felt his hot cum spraying in her, coating her walls and leaking out of her. She squatted down and licked their mingled fluids off of his declining cock.

Beth turned her attention again to the first man. \I want you to cum in my ass,\ she urged, motioning him to be quick about it.

He licked her asshole a couple of times, which made her squirm. The man hen pushed his head into her asshole. Beth\'s breath was taken away in a moment of pain, but quickly regained her balance and the strength in her legs. Beth caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. His hands squeezed her hips. They were both sweaty and grunting like pigs. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and smiled.

The man could not contain himself and soon Beth\'s guts felt warm and liquid. Her thighs began to tremble and Beth thought she\'d nearly implode from the pleasure. She sucked the rest of the cum out of his cock. She liked the taste of her ass on him. Before they headed back downstairs, Beth asked a favor of the two men, to which they agreed.

Fred was curious when Beth returned to their table. She had been gone for nearly half an hour, but he was happy to have her back so that they could enjoy their dinner. Before Fred could ask her if she figured out what she wanted as her entre, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up to see the second man for the first time. The second man placed Beth\'s panties on Fred\'s shoulder and patted him on the shoulder twice. \Your wife was great, man\ the second man said. Then they both left Bergen\'s.

Fred instantly felt the pit of his stomach sink and churn. He began to sweat. Tears welled in his eyes. He looked to Beth, who was giggling out loud. She placed her hand over her mouth so as to not draw too much attention.

\If he only knew,\ Beth thought to herself.

Part 1 of Brett and Barb

It was June 12th, our wedding day. My fianc Brett and I had been planning and looking forward to this day for a very long time, almost since as soon as we started dating about two and a half years ago. It was a most glorious day, just as we had planned it to be. I have no family aside from what you might call an evil stepmother; she married my father about ten years after my mother died, when I was sixteen; only a year before she poisoned my father to death. Looking back it is amazing to me that I survived a whole year in the same house with her after that before I was able to find enough evidence to prove she did it and get her arrested. It took almost another whole year before she was officially convicted and sentenced to life in prison. I still don\'t know why the psychotic bitch did it and it took many years for me to accept all that had happened to me. One of the first things I remember happening after all that which really made me happy was when I first met Brett\'s family.

I was working at a local grocery store while I tried to finally finish up me business degree, Brett worked there as the manager, in part because his father owned the place, but also because he was good at it. Everyone there was very nice to me and it was really a good place to work, especially since they where understanding about my school schedule and so forth. Well, Brett knew that I had no family and we had become friends of sort, what with joking around during breaks and so forth. And I guess he thought it would be nice if he invited me to spend Christmas with his family. I think I was more surprised than he was when I very quickly and enthusiastically agreed.

I decided eventually not to back out of my acceptance, I suppose it might have been in part because I thought Brett was simply a great guy, he was very nice and very funny, and also he was perhaps the sexiest guy I had ever seen. He works out quite often, especially back then, and it leaves his body quite muscular and well defined, add that to his dark black wavy hair and those deep brown eyes of his that I could absolutely fall into and get lost and it is really hard for me to remember any times in those early days when I talked to him without getting at least a little wet in my pussy. Not that I was a sex fiend or anything; oh I enjoyed sex, at least all of my experiences with it, which included one experience giving and receiving oral sex and plenty of self manipulation, but that was all. I suppose because of all the events that had happened I really hadn\'t had any healthy relationships before Brett and I also had decided to make my wedding night special by saving myself, not that that had been at all difficult.

So I spent that Christmas at Bunt Manor (that\'s Brett\'s family\'s name). There I met the entire Bunt family; Brett, his parents, Dave and Judy, along with his four younger brothers, Matt, Jack, Ryan, and Steven, his one older brother, Dave Jr., and the lone daughter of the family, Dave Jr.\'s twin Tracy. Normally only the two youngest, Matt and Jack, at sixteen and seventeen at the time, lived at the house there with the parents, the rest lived on their own. I also got to meet J\'s (as they all call Dave Jr.) girlfriend at the time, Sally. Sally ended up to be a real bitch, she tried to sleep with Brett one night when I was out of town and they got to drinking, the only thing that saved him was that when he gets drunk he is perfectly normal for quite a while before quite suddenly passing out totally unconscious. Well on that particular night he lost his consciousness with his cock buried deep in Sally\'s mouth instead of her cunt where she wanted it. It took me awhile to forgive him for that and agree to go ahead with the wedding, but I finally did because I know he loves me and he has a weakness for alcohol. The bitch Sally on the other hand had been perfectly aware of what she was doing, J dumped her the very next day, and I couldn\'t have been happier. I discovered later that there where more reasons he got rid of her, but that one would have been plenty to me.

The entire family was very nice and they treated me just like I had always been there and I really felt that I belonged. The important thing about those three days was when I realized that I really felt at home for the first time I could remember and I found I was able to really truly laugh and be carefree and it was an amazingly wonderful feeling. Before I left I had asked Brett if he would like to go out with me some other time, and we started dating a few days later and have been together ever since.

Well, after that one thing led to another and before too long, boom, there we where at our wonderful wedding day, that June 12th. Since the Bunts where the closest thing I had to family I had no problem with Tracy being my maid of honor, she had become my best friend anyway, also I knew there was no danger of her causing a scene by making out with any of the groomsmen, since they where Brett\'s brothers, with the eldest, J, serving as best man. The wedding was amazingly perfect, with Dave Bunt walking me down the aisle to his own son, it would have been weird, but he was by far the closest thing I had had to a father really since my mother died when I was six and my father seemed to forget that I was there until he died himself. It was a simply glorious day, with one exception.

I had argued with Brett that we shouldn\'t have any alcohol at the reception, in part because of the event with him and that slut Sally, but I do know he likes his drink and he eventually was able to wear me down about it. I figured things would be ok, since I would be there with him and by that time I would have my claws in him, so to speak, so things would be fine.

The reception itself didn\'t really go too bad, with the exception of Brett\'s little brother Matt making a bit of a scene. At eighteen it was his first chance to drink since his parents had said it would be ok for this occasion, maybe in part because the reception was held in Bunt Manor and his bedroom was just upstairs. It wasn\'t too big of a deal, he just started yelling and was angry for some reason, his brothers where able to calm him down and J took him off to cool down for a while. I really didn\'t mind all that much, especially since everything else was going so wonderfully. I remember above everything else feeling very happy and horny, I think that it was mostly because it was my wedding day, although it might have helped that I had had some drinks as well.

It seemed like a very short but wonderful time after it all started that all of the guests had left and only the family remained. Even Matt seemed nearly normal again, and the rest of the family appeared to be perfectly fine. I remember feeling more horny than I ever had before and I figured that it was because it was my wedding night and I was finally going to have Brett\'s giant cock inside my pussy. I had given him a few blowjobs, and he had wonderfully returned the favor, but aside from our oral play Brett had been wonderfully gentlemanly in accepting my desire to wait for our wedding night, even though I could tell it was sometimes hard for him since he obviously found me very sexy and there where times when he wanted nothing more than to sink all nine inches of his fat cock into me.

Well I went over to Brett as the rest of the family organized the cleanup crew they had hired. We shared an amazingly deep and wonderful kiss as I rubbed my wedding dress clad pussy over the bulge in his tuxedo pants. Brett released a deep moan as I slowly slid off of him and caressed him a few times through his pants.

\You ready for the big event, my husband?\ I asked him as my hand quietly slid his zipper down. I was slightly surprised when he didn\'t respond, but it wasn\'t till I had my hand wrapped around his only semi hard cock and I looked up to his eyes that I realized that my new husband had had too much to drink, he was totally passed out. \Oh, fuck!\ I didn\'t realize that I practically yelled it until I saw most of the family looking over at me sitting on the floor in front of my inebriated and unconscious husband. Brett\'s father Dave was the closest and he could obviously see my hand in Brett\'s pants as he rushed over to me.

\Barb honey, are you all right?\ As he got closer Dave saw the state his son was in and understanding seemed to come over him. \It\'s ok guys. Brett\'s just had too much.\ The rest of the family understood what he meant and went back to their business once they realized that I wasn\'t hurt or anything. Dave very kindly helped me up and did up his son\'s pants before helping to pat my tears away. \I\'ll help you take him out to the pool house sweetie.\

\Thanks Dave.\

\Barb, please, it\'s \'Dad\' now.\

\Alright then, thanks Dad.\ Dad and I did our best to support Brett\'s weight as we took him to the pool house that had been set aside for the two of us to share that night. I was still amazingly horny and I couldn\'t help but notice Dad\'s strong arm as it brushed against mine as we supported my new husband, actually as my new father-in-law supported him, since I didn\'t really help much at all. We finally got there and set Brett down in a chair in the large open room on the first floor of their pool house, and then it hit me that I wouldn\'t be losing my virginity that night after all and I started to really cry quite a lot.

As I bawled my eyes out I hardly even noticed as Dad came over and wrapped me up in his large arms while he held my head to his shoulder and held me as I cried. I remember mumbling a lot of stuff about how much I had been looking forward to that night and so forth, most if I don\'t remember and I think most of it was pretty innocent, except I remember at one point letting slip that my poor pussy was dripping and how much it sucked that it wouldn\'t get the fucking it needed. For his part Dad just stood holding me, seemingly oblivious to all of the things I was saying, especially to how inappropriate they where for his new daughter-in-law to be telling him.

After awhile I finally got a hold of myself and I thanked him for being so helpful. He tried to make me feel a little better by telling me he was really sorry about what had happened, I said I figured it would be ok, after all I had waited thirty years to have sex, what\'s another day. I remember he didn\'t respond immediately but after a little while asked if it might help me feel better if the rest of the family came to the pool house to talk and just hang out with me. I was surprised when I heard myself say that I would like that very much.

So it was that I came to be eating wedding cake and drinking yet more alcohol with my new family on our wedding night as my husband lounged unconsciously in a chair across the room. The whole family came to my rescue, Dave and Judy (Dad and Mom, as they wanted me to call them now) joined groomsmen J, Jack, Ryan, and Steven, along with maid of honor Tracy. Matt had started out with us as well, but I don\'t really include him since he joined Brett in drunken slumber shortly after coming out to the pool house. I remember that talking and laughing with them made me feel a lot better about Brett and what had happened, but it did nothing to help alleviate my horny condition. I remember thinking that they all looked great, just as I had earlier that day, but this time I noticed the men especially. I noticed how Dad\'s body seemed to bulge with almost as many rock hard muscles as his son, my new husband. Also I remember noticing nineteen-year-old Jack and the way that his young body looked absolutely good enough to eat. I remember wondering if they all had huge cocks like my Brett, if it ran in the family or if he was alone in that regard. I remember that the alcohol must had been having a bit of an effect on them as well as what it did to me, cause it wasn\'t all that late into the evening when the conversation turned much more intimate and risqu than anything I had ever experienced with the family before. However, the situation with Brett passing out on our wedding night might have also come into play.

I remember at some point someone saying, \I got to say Barb, I love Brett but he made a huge mistake drinking tonight. I mean, look at what he\'s missing \'cause of it, really a true shame and a huge loss on his part, if I say so myself.\ I think it was either Dad or J, but it didn\'t really matter as all of the other guys readily agreed before I was even able to respond to the complement, aside from the response my pussy had, which was immediate.

\Well thank you very much gentleman, we should all make sure to make that point quite clear to him if he survives tomorrow.\ Everyone had a bit of a laugh at my response, but it soon became quite serious.

Jack was the first to be a bit bolder, perhaps because he was young and not very used to dealing with drinking. \Yeah Barb, you look damn hot in that wedding dress, if you had married me instead I would be giving you the fucking of your life right now.\ It had been a bit of a running joke between Jack, Brett, and myself that I should drop Brett and marry Jack, even though he was a whole eleven years younger than me. For my part I couldn\'t help but laugh at his comment, also I couldn\'t help but get a nice mental picture of him sliding into me as he stood between my spread legs and thrust a huge and fat cock deep inside my wet snatch. Despite my best efforts, I let out a little moan as I watched through my mind\'s eye as he pounded me to heaven.

The guys couldn\'t have helped but notice my moan as they all agreed that I really should be getting fucked on my wedding night and that I was really missing out. I still don\'t know exactly what came over me but I remember responding by saying to them, \Well why don\'t you guys come give me a bit of what I\'m missing then?\ After that it seemed to take about a tenth of a second before I had a tongue deep inside my mouth and hands lovingly caressing every part of my body. I don\'t know who I was kissing or what was going on fully, I just remember that it felt simply wonderful to finally be touched and kissed and I damn near came right then. I felt the mouth on mine move away and I was happy when it was replaced with another as I felt two hands cup my C-cup breasts from behind through the wedding dress as I realized my eyes where closed.

I opened my eyes to see my new dad inches from my face, with his lips locked to mine and my tongue deep in his mouth. I realized quite suddenly that his wife was in the room, and for a second I was very scared. I tried to push him off me and I finally got him off far enough to look over to where Mom had been sitting. When I got a clear view I was very surprised by what I saw.

There was my new mother-in-law with her nice dress opened up and folded in half with her own son Steven fondling her naked breasts as he planted kisses all along her neck. I looked over toward Tracy to see her in a deep and passionate lip lock with her twin brother J. I looked behind me and found Ryan, soon my lips locked onto his as he continued to fondle my breasts. I broke the kiss when I felt some movement between my legs. I turned just in time to realize that I was lifting my booty to allow Jack to remove my white and soaked panties from below the folds of my wedding dress. Because of the dress I couldn\'t even see Jack at all, but as Dad caressed my face and kissed my forehead I knew it was Jack that was between my legs. Soon a hand reached up from below the dress with my soaked panties on offer. Dad reached over, to my amazement brought the wet garment to his nose, and inhaled deeply before actually sucking a bit of it into his mouth. When he removed my panties from his mouth he handed them to his son Ryan telling him he had to try them. Ryan took my panties and soon had them in his own mouth. Dad soon replaced his son\'s hands on my breasts, which I suddenly discovered had been quite lonely since they had lost Ryan\'s attention.

I just sat there totally stunned at what was happened until I felt a tongue suddenly flick over my wet and sensitive clit. I almost jumped out of the chair with shock and pleasure as my brother-in-law Jack began to lick and eat my pussy under my big wedding dress. A few seconds later he sunk his tongue deep into my hungry pussy and I had my first orgasm, it was a small one, but as is often the case with me if they start out small they seem to never stop all night, so it was actually a good thing it wasn\'t a big one, cause then I would be pretty much done for the night. As I calmed down I opened my eyes to find my suspicions about the family\'s cocks confirmed as my new father-in-law\'s prick stood large and proud a couple inches from my mouth, it looked like he was even bigger than my husband. I eagerly leaned forward to take him in, but I was disappointed as he pulled away from me. I heard him say, \You got to ask for it honey.\

I then heard myself say, in a voice that was amazingly hungry and horny, \Please daddy; please give me your huge cock to suck on.\ After that I was rewarded with Dave\'s cock moving closer to my face. I was able to reach up and grab it as I began to lick and suck all over my new toy. As my nineteen year old brother-in-law ate out my pussy I tried to get as much of my new father-in-law\'s massive cock into my mouth as I could. I looked across the room as I was sucking and being eaten to see Steven standing in front of his mother who had her legs spread over each arm of the large chair she was sitting in. As I watched he began to push into her. I watched totally mesmerized as he slowly sunk his full length into his mother before slowly pulling it back out and continuing to work up his pace until he was pounding into his mother\'s obviously wet hole. The sight of their incestuous coupling combined with Jack\'s tongue between my legs caused me to have another small orgasm, during which I dropped Dad\'s cock from my hands and mouth.

After calming down I replaced the cock in my mouth as I looked over to see Ryan had moved over near his older sister Tracy. It was an amazingly dirty and kinky scene as he had a hand on either side of her head and was literally fucking his cock into her throat as she just held her mouth as open as she could. My eyes slid over a bit to find Tracy\'s twin brother J pounding into her from behind, doggy style. As I watched I realized that J not only had a massive cock as well, but it was actually not pounding into Tracy\'s pussy, but rather her ass. I watched this threesome for a few seconds, before I let my attention briefly pass over my husband and his youngest brother Matt, both of them where deep asleep, despite all of the moaning, yelling, and sloshing and slapping sex noises that where now filling the entire pool house. I then turned my attention back to see that I had spread my legs obscenely wide and my young brother-in-law Jack was walking to get between them, sans his tuxedo pants. His relatively small seven-inch dick was sticking up hard as steel between his bare legs. For a second I absolutely panicked. Here I was on my wedding night, in my wedding dress about to let my husband\'s little brother pop my cherry without any sort of protection or anything. I let Dad\'s massive cock slip from my lips as I violently shook my head no and clamped my legs shut.

\No Jack, it\'s not right.\

Jack seemed to be absolutely crushed, but Dad soon stepped up to help, \Would you rather have me be your first Barb?\Again I heard myself and was surprised as I responded to him, \Oh, yes, but please, you have to use a condom.\

\But we don\'t have any Barb. I could go get some, but it\'ll take me ten minutes or so. I will if you want though, I understand.\ I mulled it over in my head as my eyes turned of their own accord just in time to catch J push into his twin sister one final time as he started to spasm and release his sperm deep into her rectum. After seeing such a scene my horny body took over fully.

\I need you to fuck me right now Dad, just promise you\'ll never tell Brett you where my first.\

\Whatever you say Barb, honey.\ As he was talking Dad switched places with his son Jack and I spread my legs for him. A few seconds later I felt the first cock ever begin to slide along the outside of my pussy as my father-in-law prepared to deflower his brand new daughter-in-law. \Barb you really look so fuckin\' amazing in that wedding dress.\ He began to slowly slide his cock into me. I felt my pussy move aside to allow my father-in-law\'s cock to move in and it felt so amazingly wonderful. I felt every inch of him as he slowly pushed into me and just about the time he got the head in I had another small orgasm. I rolled my head back as a came and I saw Mom sitting with an arm around both Steven and J who where both slowly stroking their cocks as Ryan sat nearby with Tracy on his lap slowly riding up and down on his hard cock. I then returned my eyes to Dad as he began to slowly push deeper into me. A little bit later he stopped and for a second I was afraid it was over, then I felt him push a bit and meet resistance, he\'d reached my hymen.

\Barb honey, this might hurt, you tell me if you are ready.\

\OK, just a sec.\ I looked over at my husband Brett and saw that he was totally unconscious still, even though Matt seemed to stir just a bit. For some reason it seemed appropriate, so I silently blew a kiss over to my new husband and kept my eyes on him as I said to his father, \OK, now, please.\ I watched my husband sleeping as I felt his father\'s dick push inside me. Again it met resistance, but this time it slowly continued to push anyway, it seemed to take forever as my hymen stretched under the pressure of my father-in-law\'s cock before finally giving in to the force. It hurt a little bit, but mostly I remember being sad and a little angry with Brett for missing this moment. After my hymen broke Dad pushed his cock into me as far as it would go, I was so wet that once that blockage was gone he had no problems at all bottoming out in my pussy.

He silently stood like that with his cock buried inside me for a few minutes. For some reason at this point my sadness went away and I was only incredibly angry with Brett. I was also amazingly horny, so I looked up into my new father-in-law\'s eyes and said, \Now please fuck me, hard, fast, fuck me all night, make me come and make me scream, I want to fuck you and then each of your sons until the sun comes up.\

Dad didn\'t say a word, he didn\'t need to, his cock did all of the talking required. He began to thrust into me with amazing force and it felt so fucking good. It was probably the third or forth stroke into me that started me coming and this time I came hard. I lost track of how many times I came, I couldn\'t even tell if it was all one really long orgasm or a whole bunch together. I was in pure heaven with that cock pounding into me. I was however disappointed, as I imagine it had been quite awhile since the last time my new Dad had had a virgin in a wedding dress with her never-been-fucked pussy clenching at his dick, the whole experience was too much for him and he didn\'t last long before he took one huge massive thrust into me and began to spasm as he pushed his juice inside me. I obviously had never had anyone cum inside me before although I had imagined what it might feel like. I am happy to say that my imagination wasn\'t even close to the real thing. I could feel each spurt as my father-in-law pumped his seed inside me and it was by far the best thing I had ever lived through in my entire life. Even though I had been in the middle of an orgasm when he started cumming inside me, the feeling of him spurting into me brought me to a whole new level and I screamed out at the top of my lungs. There where no words, it was simply a pure animalistic orgasmic release.

I began to feel Dad\'s cock shrink inside me a few seconds after we had both calmed down a bit and I realized that that was absolutely unacceptable to me at that point. \Jack get over here, it\'s your turn to fuck Brett\'s pussy, since he\'s too drunk to do it.\ Jack eagerly moved between my legs and watched as his father pulled out of me. As Jack replaced his father inside of me I watched as Dad took the cock that had deflowered me over and fed it into his wife\'s eager mouth. I looked over to see Steven sitting with Tracy\'s mouth on his cock, Ryan and J where on either side of them, each had their cock wrapped inside one of Tracy\'s hands. I looked up at Jack above me as he was slowly working his cock in and out of my sloppy wet twat. \Give me all you\'ve got boy, you may not get another chance.\ Soon I was in heaven again from Jack slamming his cock into me over and over. He told me later that I was actually not the only one to lose my virginity on that night and that makes me feel very good that I was able to be the first for him. Perhaps that is also why he didn\'t last very long at all.

A very short time after he began to really pound me Jack pushed deep into me and looked at me with a sorry but blissful look on his face as again I felt Bunt family sperm shooting into me. Jack was replaced by J. He had already come once and he clearly had more experience so J fucked me very good and very hard for what seemed like forever. We even tried a few different positions before I felt his big cock spewing into me from behind as he had been fucking me doggy style with the wedding dress folded up over my back. J pulled out quickly and was immediately replaced by one of his brothers, by this point I just needed cock and cock juice deep inside me and I really didn\'t care if it was Steven, Ryan, or one of the others coming for seconds. Whoever it was rammed into me hard and fast from the very start and it was amazingly wonderful. As my orgasms continued endlessly he pounded me from behind relentlessly. It seemed like he had been fucking me for hours, like it had been going on my entire life, my whole existence became that glorious cock hammering my wet and eager pussy. I was having the most intense orgasms and I almost didn\'t even notice that now familiar and lovely feeling of him spurting his seed into me. As soon as he was finished he pulled out of me and I collapsed onto the floor, satisfied but also ready for any more they had to offer.

I didn\'t have to wait long at all. Steven told me to roll over and when I did I saw him standing above me and I smiled as he moved down on top of me and easily slid his large cock into my now well-used pussy. He took a few strokes and then leaned down and kissed me on the forehead before whispering, \You\'re still tighter than Mom.\

For some reason that made me feel really, really good and I thanked him before I said \Now fuck me, and fuck me hard.\ He did. Steven and I fucked for quite a while and it was very good. I found that while he couldn\'t get as deep inside me from on top as his brothers had from behind I still liked to watch his face as he worked his hard cock in and out of me. I especially liked the look on his face when he finally came and pushed into me to spew his own juice to join his father\'s and brothers\' deep inside me.

After Steven finished he rolled off of me and I felt amazingly good and full. I thought it was all over and I was very pleased and felt really good. I was very surprised however when I heard Tracy say, \You guys finally finished with her now?\ All her brothers and her father responded that they where indeed done with me. \Good, now it\'s my turn.\

I had never even thought about being with another woman and I found the idea to be very startling. I think Tracy got a sense of my reaction and as she came over to me she said, \Just relax Barb, you\'re going to love this, and you don\'t have to do anything but lie there and enjoy it.\ Tracy then moved down between my legs and soon her tongue found my sensitive and abused pussy.

My father-in-law and all my brothers-in-law had fucked me. It had been animalistic and eager, hard and fast, pure and simple, just as I had needed it to be. Tracy however made love to me. She did things to me that I had never even dreamed of. I never could have imagined something so gentle, loving, and sexy. Soon she had me screaming again as she finished cleaning the juices from my soaked pussy.

As we all calmed down Tracy casually licked me every now and again. Finally I had had enough and I gently pushed her head away from my no longer dripping and sperm filled pussy. I tried to stand and with some help made my way to a nearby chair. From my perch there I addressed the whole family, \Thank you all so very much for making my wedding night so amazingly special and wonderful, now I need you all to promise me something. I need you to promise you won\'t tell Brett anything about it, it\'ll be my decision as to how much to tell him about what happened tonight and if or when I tell him I\'ll tell you all just how much he knows so you will know that it is ok to talk to him about it if you wish.\ One by one they all agreed not to tell my husband what had happened and to trust my judgment. After they promised they each went off to go to their own beds. As each man left I gave him a deep kiss and a few loving strokes on his big cock. When Mom and Dad came it felt weird to rub his cock with his wife right there but she didn\'t seem to mind and when I was done she gave me a big hug and said she was glad I had had such a good time. When Tracy came I didn\'t know what to do, so I was a bit relieved when she leaned in and kissed me while her hands fondled my breasts through the top of my wedding dress. As she left she turned and blew me another kiss as she said, \Goodnight sis.\

I suddenly realized that I was absolutely exhausted from all the sex. I thought about going up to the loft where the bed was, but instead I just lay down on the sofa in the big room of the pool house and in about half a second I was deep asleep.

*

Chapter 2: Midnight Drunken Slumber-fuck

At some point during the night after my wedding fuck fest, I woke up suddenly as I looked over to see my youngest brother-in-law, eighteen-year-old Matt, stirring from his alcohol induced slumber. I really don\'t know what came over me but before I even realized what I was doing I was on my knees in front of the young man with my hands reaching to pull his zipper down. He was clearly struggling to wake up and not having a great deal of success. I was able to pull his cock out through his fly and I soon had my mouth wrapped around it. Matt really was the baby of the family and I was able to take almost all of him into my mouth, I hoped for his sake that he still had some more to grow, cause while he was probably above average he had nothing compared to the rest of the family. His cock however was soon very hard and even though he was still not entirely awake I lifted my wedding dress as I stepped over him and sat down onto him. His cock felt really wonderful inside me, it filled my pussy as I realized that it had been a little lonely without a hard Bunt cock in it.

Matt was still mostly asleep as I began to move up and down on his hard dick. It felt really great and it was so very sexy to be fucking him while he wasn\'t even fully awake. At one point I looked over at the mirror on the wall and was so turned on by the sight of me riding this young man. He still had his tuxedo on and my wedding dress was covering his cock sliding in and out of my hungry pussy so that it looked like we where both fully dressed and I was just bouncing on his lap. Knowing that, despite the innocence of the scene, his cock was inside me caused me to have an orgasm. I guess my pussy clenched him as I came because I was soon rewarded with his sperm spewing up into my hungry twat. After he finished I sat there with him inside me for a few minutes as I looked over at my husband who was still totally passed out. Matt seemed to have fallen back further asleep after his orgasm, so when I pulled up off of him I kindly placed his now soft cock back into his pants and zipped them up, but only after carefully licking him until there was no evidence that his cock had spewed his seed inside me.

After finishing with Matt I went to the loft and finally took my wedding dress off. I took a nice long hot shower, making sure to wash Matt\'s sperm and anything left over from the rest of the family out of my well fucked pussy. Finally I fell asleep naked in the big bed where I had planned to give my virginity to my new husband.

Part 1 of The Interview Project

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Gabriels Property

It felt almost surreal, having an owner after over a month of being on the block. She watched him walk in front of her, his thick robes shifting as he moved and his hood covering him completely in the hot sunlight. She wondered what kind of man he was. She had not seen him because of all his coverings, but she imagined he was old because of the way he dressed, and the purse he carried over his shoulder, she thought only an old man could carry a purse like that.

She wondered why he had purchased her. He had taken at her at a low price, and no one had even bid against him. Either way, she was glad to be off the block. She had not been treated entirely poorly, but not well either because she had been so long in the slavers care. She had been lucky enough to have a slaver that felt sorry for her, she had lost her family in a fire and bandits had taken her within the following week when she had wandered from her careless village alone, they sold her to the slaver, and he had been good enough to make sure she went to an owner he felt wouldnt do harm to her. It was unlike a slaver, she thought, but he had said it was something about her mild nature and the way her blue eyes could seem so innocent. Anyways, it didnt matter anymore; her fate had shifted to her new owner.

She wasnt as young as she looked. She had always had a small frame, and she was certain she wasnt much to look at, but her new owner must have seen something in her under her mangled brownish hair tangled up in its small tie, and the tattered rags she wore. Even her skin was blotchy from dust, but still, he had purchased her. She decided he would likely have her doing chores, and she would be more than willing to comply if it meant she would have a place to sleep and a meal at least once a day, that was all she had received from the trader, one meal a day, and if they werent traveling he had let her sleep on a bail of hey. She wondered what she would be doing now, what she would eat and where she would sleep, and she wondered where they were going as she followed him down the thin dirt road and took notice of the unfamiliar forest surrounding them.

She noticed her new owner as he turned his head; she quickly lowered her eyes, believing it was a rule now that she was property.

Keep up girl. He called in his smooth voice.

She quickly stepped up her pace, not wanting to disobey him in any way, and soon they had reached the end of the road and her eyes fell on a small cottage tucked within the trees. She followed him to the home and watched as he moved up the three well-built stairs and opened the door, leaving it open for her as he entered.

The man glanced back at his property and noticed she was still outside the door.

Come in here. He ordered, and she quickly obeyed, looking around as he took the time to close the door behind her.

The cottage was not what she had expected, there was a wide room and a kitchen, and five stairs leading to a banister surrounded study, and almost every wall was covered in shelves of books. The place seemed warm and welcoming to her after being on the block for so long, and she was staring at a bookshelf as her new owner went to pour himself a cup of coffee from and old pot. It was likely cold, but he drank it down anyways and then noticed his property again.

Can you read girl? He asked.

She turned towards him but quickly lowered her eyes again.

No sir. She admitted.

Well you will learn. He stated, What can you do? Chores, cook?

Yes sir.

Well at least its something. He sighed, almost as if he were impatient with her already, But you will go nowhere near the kitchen like that, when was the last time you had a bath?

She blushed, but the red in her cheeks could not be seen through all the dust.

It has been a while sir. She admitted.

My name is Gabriel. He told her, You may call me that, and what about you girl, have you a name?

Clara sir, I mean Gabriel. She replied.

She couldnt see his face between her lowered eyes and his uplifted hood, and it made her nervous that she couldnt read his expression.

Clara it is. He sighed. Come Clara, you are in need of a bath, I have no clothing for you as of yet, but we will find something other than those rags, now wont we?

She obediently followed him up the stairs and through the study. He opened a hidden door and as they entered she realized the cottage was even larger, and the room they came to had a bed and more furniture, and yet another door leading to a bathing area.

Clara stopped in the doorway, unsure of how to proceed. He looked back as he reached the bathing area and called out again.

Come along. He stated, disappearing behind the door.

She went to meet him quickly again, and her eyes fell over the sight of the emery colored tub and her blue-circled pupils widened suddenly as he pulled a handle and water poured from a faucet. She had never before seen running water and when he glanced over his shoulder again she made an attempt at not looking too surprised.

Dont just stand there. He said, Take those rags off, I wont have an unkempt girl wandering about.

She was suddenly very uneasy, waiting for him to leave her in private, but he just stood there with his back to her. She knew he was waiting, but so was she, she was waiting for him to leave, and as her nerves rattled she clenched her loose fitting shirt, wondering what she could do. She stayed like that until the tub was full, filled with soapy bubbles. The man turned to glance at his property again and saw she was still dressed.

Damn girl are you always so slow at everything? He asked, I said off with those rags, I meant it.

Claras eyes were low now; she couldnt even bring herself to look up from the floor.

But sir she started.

She heard him curse and then he was in front of her, the tops of his robes brushing against the top of her bare feet.

Now I wont be patient forever. He stated, firmly gripping at the bottom of her shirt while she desperately held it down.

Gabriel suddenly gave the rag a good pull and it was being lifted, and with nothing more to do about it Clara slipped her arms out of the sleeves and quickly crossed her arms over the perky round breasts on her chest. She stood there stupidly with her frail figure trebling before him and she couldnt help but jump when he poked at her visible ribs, the skin of his hands feeling soft.

Well have to put a few pounds on you. He remarked before quickly pulling down her pants, they had been just as raggedy as her shirt and cut to fit her length.

Clara was clenching her thighs together now, as he looked over her shapely legs and to the light curls above her vagina. She was nearly horrified when he placed his fingers there, testing the softness of the curls and a yelp escaped her, a sound that obviously did not please her owner, who then removed his hand and pulled her shoulder.

You will learn yet. He said, There is no room for shyness here.

She kept her arms crossed tight over her chest as he urged her towards the tub, and with a shaky leg she stepped into the water while he took a good look at the curve of her fixed ass.

Clean up now. He stated, Ill see if I can find you something to eat.

Eat? Clara thought as she watched him lift her rags from the floor and leave, but what would she wear? She decided he certainly wouldnt forget that, so she thought to do as he said and she began to reach into the water, splashing it over her body. She had never bathed in a tub such as this before, and she wouldnt have known that she wasnt doing it correctly if he hadnt appeared in the doorway again, bringing her to cross her arms and gasp again while he looked over the water she had spilled onto the floor.

Is that what you call bathing girl? He asked, It wont do. Sit down in the water.

She did, grateful that the bubbles seemed to cover her. She would try it this way, but before she could she realized that her owners back was to her, but he wasnt leaving, he was removing his long robes. At first she couldnt help looking, he wasnt the old man she had thought him be, still older than her, buy at least ten years. His long hair was a lightened brown, shiny and pulled neatly into a ponytail behind his head. His shoulders were broad and well built and as he glanced at her again she saw his dark eyes and handsome face before she lowered her head again, wondering what in the world he was doing. She couldnt look at all as he stripped down to the thin cloth around his waist, but from the corner of her eye she could see the swell under his cloth as he neared her. Before she could react to anything he had lifted some water in a nearby vase and dumped it over her head, causing her to gasp.

It had to be done. Gabriel responded to her reaction, and then pulled the tie from her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders and down her back in its natural wave. He applied soap and she held her chest tight as he rubbed the suds into her hair with strong hands.

Dear god girl, He remarked as he rinsed the soap from her hair, You\'re a flaxen. I wouldnt have guessed under all that muck, and youre not a bad looking one, perhaps I got my moneys worth after all.

Gabriel smiled a soft friendly smile, it was warming, but it did not do anything to ease the stress of Claras situation. He lifted a sponge and brought it over her face first and then back. She cringed against him, and all the while he revealed the natural milky color of her skin. She tried desperately not to flinch too much as he then brought the sponge over her legs and between her thighs.

Alright girl, He said, dont make this difficult, lift up those arms and show whatever assets youre hiding so we may clean them as well.

She met his gaze for only a moment, now he could clearly see the flush in her cheeks and although it amused him he didnt seem impressed as he dropped the sponge into the water and used his hands to pry her hands away from her chest, seeing the curves of her womanhood more clearly and the small pink nipples mounted over them. She tried to sink further into the water to hide but that didnt stop him from lathering his bare hands with soap and moving them over her breasts. She felt frozen in his grasp as he washed her breasts in a circular motion, moving her nipples between his fingers, as they grew rigid in his touch. When he was done washing with the soap he rinsed her breasts in the same way and then lifted her arm, pulling her to stand.

Out you go now. He said, pulling her from the tub.

Clara was all too grateful when he wrapped her shivering body in a towel, but he was taking his time to dry her breasts and the soft hair between her legs before leaving her with the towel.

Dry off. He ordered, Ill be right back.

She stood, holding the towel around her body, not really drying with it as he returned; he was wearing another robe now, thinner this time, but at least a robe. He handed her a longer white shirt, clean and fragrant, and a thick comb.

Get dressed and the come to the kitchen. He told her, leaving again.

Clara put on the shirt and took the time to comb her hair as it dried naturally, hung down her back and shoulders. She did as he said afterwards and went to the kitchen where he served her a warm meal of ham and fresh bread. It was more than she had eaten in a while, and it was good as well. Gabriel watched her eat but did not join her. She couldnt meet his gaze as he watched her from across the room, up until she took her own plate to the sink and washed it thoroughly. He said her name and his sudden voice almost made her jump.

Clara, we always wake near dawn, so it is time for bed.

Yes sir. She nodded, waiting for him to tell her where she could find some hey or perhaps a blanket to sleep, but instead he motioned for her as he moved back to the bedroom. She thought that maybe he would be giving her a blanket, but by the time she reached the door he had taken off his robe, and the cloth around his waist, and he stood in plain view with the unfamiliar appendage hanging between his legs.

Get in the bed girl, there is plenty of rest to be had. He stated as he casually climbed under the blankets.

In the bed? She repeated.

Yes. He stated, his tone growing impatient, but still remaining calm as he looked over her trembling again.

Clara didnt linger, she went to the opposite side of the bed and lifted the quilts as he looked at her again.

Take the shirt off. He instructed, There is no need for clothing in bed.

She felt entirely perplexed, but she didnt argue, she felt she might have already done enough arguing, if he was now impatient with her. She turned her back to him and quickly removed the shirt before reaching back for the sheets, moving to slip under them without revealing anymore than she had to, but the moment she was under the sheets she realized she had slipped directly into his arms and he had already pulled her to his naked chest, his appendage against her leg and his arm moving firmly around her, cupping her right breast in his hand and rubbing the nipple with his thumb. She began to squirm uncomfortably against him but he held her tight and wouldnt release.

Dont struggle now. He stated, I wont have that, you are no child, and it is time someone show you that.

Gabriel brought his other arm around her, lifting her as he brought it around and Clara clenching her fists in an effort to keep from pulling his wandering hands from her body. He felt her anxiety and brought his face closer to her ear, letting her feel his warm breath and as it sent chills over her she tilted her neck towards him, it was her effort to stop the tickling feeling but he used the opportunity to gently bring her ear between his teeth, and as he nibbled and took both her breasts into his hands pushing them together she let out a small gasp. Clara closed her eyes tightly, and remained frozen, thinking that perhaps if she was still enough he would leave her be. No such luck was in her future however. Gabriel casually moved one hand down to her tightly clenched thighs and felt the soft curls, he pushed his fingers lower but she only clenched her legs more tightly to protect her treasures.

Gabriel decided not to shout out at her for thwarting him, she was already shaking and her efforts were amusing, besides, there was more than one way to get what he wanted. He brought the same hand across her curved but emaciated hip, and then ran his fingers softly over her curved bottom, and with no warning he pushed his hand between her thighs again, this time from behind. The surprise caused her to jump and part her protective thighs and he easily found the tender lips of her member. He began to stroke the folds gently with his finger as her struggling began again, but it was no bother to Gabriel, all her uncomfortable movement brought her frightened pussy down over his hand and soon he could feel the soft wetness on his fingers as he slowly brought her body into submission.

Clara had forgotten how she was trying not to struggle as the unfamiliar tingling began to come between her thighs and into her womb. It felt like she was being drawn into something wrong because of how it felt. He shifted her shoulder back and brought his mouth over her small nipple, at the same time he inserted one finger into the warm chasm of her body. She gasped and found herself struggling more. Her hip shifted against him and she realized the intrusion that had been dangling between his legs was now filled with weight as it leaned into her back, she let out a soft squeal.

Gabriel held to her tighter and began to kiss the back of her neck, taking in the scent of the sweet smelling soap she had used, her breathing was growing heavy against his chest and her breasts heaved in his hands. The actions of her body unwittingly brought excitement to him and he began to shift his own hips against her back, letting her smooth skin rub against his hardening dick. He sent out his own soft masculine moan against her ear as his hands became more aggressive against her. This new aggression startled Clara and she became somewhat panicked, pushing her thighs together again in an effort to force his finger from her body, and when she saw the curve of his lips coming for her nipple again she tried to turn her chest in an effort to elude him. She was nearly shocked when he suddenly removed his hands from her body and turned her shoulder, forcing her onto her back, holding one of her shoulders with his hand and pushing his muscular thigh across her waist to keep her from moving.

Damn you girl. He frowned, What is all this squirming? Is it because you find this unpleasant or because you like it?

Clara didnt have to answer. When her cheeks flushed red he knew, she in fact liked every dirty little thing he was doing to her body.

Alright. He sighed, I will be patient, but I will have you tonight.

He suddenly took the sheets in his hand and threw them from both their bodies as he rolled onto his side, still facing her. He even let her cross her arms over her breasts again and bring her knees up to cover herself. At this point he already knew what was there and didnt necessarily need to see, she on the other hand, he felt, needed to see what was in store for her.

Look at me Clara. He stated.

Her eyes slowly met his, her blue frames still looking innocent under the heat of the situation, while his were dark and knowing, and she felt he was looking right through her as he offered a kind smile.

There. He said gently, Now look at all of me its alright girl, I want you to.

Clara closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them again she forced her gaze to look over his nude figure, his long legs, the modest muscles under the flesh of his torso, and his hardened appendage now firm against his belly. It seemed much larger than it had before and when she realized she was staring at it longer than she had anything else she quickly removed her eyes from it, and away from him.

Do you understand what is going to happen? Gabriel asked.

Clara nodded, knowing that before she died, her mother had given her a talk and instruction of what would happen after she was able to find a husband.

Do you think you can collect yourself long enough for us to get on with it then? he asked.

Clara wanted to scream, to beg, anything to be able to dress and have more time, but she had already given him a reluctant nod and he wasted no time sitting up and taking her thin knees into his hands. He pulled her legs down and carefully brought her arms to her sides. She didnt struggle but she was still shaking. Gabriel simply smiled as he brushed the back of her hand over her neck and down her breasts, waiting to see how her body would react to him, and he was pleased to watch her nipples tighten. He started slowly by running his wet tongue over her breasts and down her belly stopping just before the blond curls. She became tense again, clenching her fists and feeling a bead of sweat run from her forehead.

Remember Clara girl, He said, You are certainly allowed to like this, even enjoy it.

Clara closed her eyes and felt part of his weight gradually come over her again as he lifted her legs, spreading them wider so he could rest between them, and his hand found her wetness again. She felt his firm appendage rest against her belly and felt like she might struggle again, but she kept herself from doing so, knowing now that he was determined to have his way, and because he was owner, and she was property, he would get what he wanted. He brushed his face against hers, bringing her eyes to meet him again, and this time she found his eyes to be a good place to rest her gaze, they were instructing and welcoming. He brought his lips over hers and ran his tongue over the opening, gradually tempting her to part them before he slipped his tongue into her mouth and kissed her until her mouth reacted against his. He led his organ between her thighs and replaced his finger with the larger appendage, rubbing against her and bringing his hands to wander her body again as more of his weight came over her.

A groan escaped Gabriel and his declaration of arousal suddenly brought Clara to a panic again while he began to push into her pussy. He gave her no time to struggle this time, he was tired of waiting, so he pressed his kiss deep into her mouth and lifted her hips, shoving his erection into her with one deep movement and as he felt her tightness surround his organ he groaned as she let out a scream of pain. The dull ache seemed to surround Clara and her legs went numb, even as he lifted he knees and spread her feminine legs wider in an attempt to open her as he rested his organ deep inside of her, taking the time to get used to the sensation. Clara did not mean to cry, but she couldnt help the tears that rolled from her eyes down the sides of her face and into her ears. She was just growing used to the feeling of him inside of her when he began to thrust in and out, firsts slowly, teasing himself and then at a more rapid pace, and with every entrance he sent soft cries from his propertys throat until eventually she gripped his shoulders with her small hands and brought her cries to silent gasps.

Gabriel lifted the small of her back to meet him and suckled her nipples again before bringing a hand to where their bodies met and as he thrust into her he took the time to rub her clit, the wetness of her body slipping between them. For Clara the experience was a blur, and it was quite abruptly when she realized the pain had faded and her body was expelling soft moans that echoed Gabriel\'s. She was just beginning to enjoy the sensations, as he had given her permission to do, he suddenly gasped and his face became flushed as he pulled out of her and lifted her into his arms for a moment.

Very well Clara girl, he said, You should be proud, now I am your teacher, I will teach you many things, but one more lesson for tonight. We will not be needing babies around for quite a while, so if you would turn onto your knees

Clara was confused as he guided her back to face him and eased her down onto her hands and knees, she glanced back timidly as he kneeled behind her, running his finger down the crack in her ass until he met the small ring and pushed the tip of his finger inside slowly, already coated with her juices. She gasped as he gave her time to feel the action and then he suddenly pushed his entire finger inside her rectum, circling as her arms shook and she gasped at the feeling.

Dont worry. He insisted, Our bodies are made for this, it is really very natural.

Clara found nothing natural about it as she felt his hard appendage searching her bottom until he removed most of his finger, leaving just the tip in her rectum to guide his organ, and as he shoved it into her she couldnt even move, frozen in alarm as there was more pain and she screamed again. He was easing his organ inside now, his hands tightly on her hips as he pulled her down his length and then slowly he began to thrust into her rectum and slowly the pain faded again and a strange new sensation took over her body. He brought his hand around her again and found her pussy and he gently stroked against it as he thrust at her. He began groaning louder now while Clara remained silent against the feeling until there was a pressure within she had never known before, building like fire as he touched her, and then she felt the current of her first orgasm and cried out loudly, sending her juices over his finger and clenching her rectum around his erection.

God girl! Gabriel cried out, but there was no disappointment in his voice as he thrust in harder until she felt his seed expel into her rectum and with the creamed liquid filling her ass she felt another explosion and the current overcame her again as her orgasm returned and sent her face down against her arms where she shook until he fell from her hole and came over her back with his arm, straightening her legs and pulling her against his body as he closed his eyes and rested. There was no need to pull up the sheets yet because they were both surrounded by heat and the air that was cooling their bodies felt well enough. Clara finally opened her eyes and realized he was looking at her, but after what they had just done she didnt feel so required to lower her gaze, he only proved there was no need when he gently kissed her forehead.

Very good girl. He smiled, I will be sure to teach you your next lesson soon enough, but now, we will have some of that sleep.

Part 1 of I Lick Lucy

My stepsister Lucy has the face of an angel, the body of a pornstar and is a five carat bitch! The fact that at 19 she\'s a year older than me seemed to think it gave her the right to boss me around.

It was \Tony do this\, \Tony fetch that\. If it weren\'t for the fact that my dad asked me to be especially nice to her because she still hadn\'t got over the death of her own father in a car crash two years ago, I would have dealt to the tart!

Dad - he\'s 48 and a high-profile criminal defense lawyer - married Lucy\'s mom Linda, a highly desirable ex-lingerie model, a year ago and they\'d moved into our luxury mansion on the outskirts of Dallas. Lucy seemed to think she owned it.

I guess it would never have happened had it not been for my teenage randyness. One hot summer afternoon, I\'d been lying by the pool in a little thong, Dad was out of town on some big trial, mom had gone shopping and Lucy told me she was \taking a siesta, so don\'t fuckin\' disturb me\.

When I thought the coast was clear, I snuck into the house and crept into my parents\' bedroom. In the corner of the spacious room was a large hamper and in it I found what I\'d been looking for - Linda\'s panties!

At 40-years-old, Linda was still an extremely attractive brunette, although her breasts - about 38-inchers, I guessed - were starting a slight sag southwards. I\'d seen pictures of her on the internet in her glory days, modelling racy lingerie - what a stunner. And Lucy had inherited her looks - and her body!

Delving into the hamper I soon found what I was looking for - a pair of black, shiny satin panties and a lovely red thong, a new addition to her sexy underwear collection, I guessed. I sniffed the thong, then checked the panties.

I decided on the thong for my face - it was much more aromatic, and the panties for my cock. Slipping off my own thong, I stood in front of the full length mirror by the dressing table and admired myself.

While not a fitness buff like dad, I still had a well muscled frame and although my prick was only seven inches when fully aroused, I was proud of it. The thong went over my face, gusset properly positioned, and the panties over my uncut cock.

I was just starting to enjoy myself, loving the perfume from the thong and the slippery feel from the panties, when I heard a car driving into the garage. In a flash, the panties and thong were back in the hamper, my thong was back on and I darted downstairs and leapt into the pool. Phew!

I\'d been doing lengths for some time, when Linda walked out onto the deck at the back of the house. She was wearing tight jean cut-offs which displayed her lovely long legs, and a little halter top, which showed her fully-breasted boobs to great effect.

\Hi, Tony,\ she smiled down at me, as I trod water. \Would you mind popping upstairs and coming to my study - I\'ve something I want you to see.\ As casually as I could, in view of the fact I\'d earlier been sniffing her panties, I towelled down and went up to her study, which was a crowded room, adjoining my parents\' bedroom. There, to my surprise, was not only Linda but also Lucy, looking like a cat who\'s just caught the canary. She was wearing a tiny bright red bikini, so I was pleased I\'d got the beach towel wrapped firmly around my middle!

Linda was seated at her computer screen and I saw her zip drive was attached to a digital camera, which looked like Lucy\'s. The first dawning that something was up came to me. \Have a look at this, Tony,\ said my stepmom, settling back comfortably into her leather chair.

She pressed a button and up on the screen came a picture of something that was very fresh in my memory. There I was, in all my naked glory, thong on face, panties on cock. \Rather a nice picture, don\'t you think?\ Linda asked, sweetly. \Taken by Lucy here from my walk-in wardrobe. It\'s rather good of my panties and your thong looks lovely, Lucy.\ Lucy snickered, revelling in my discomfort.

\Tell me, Tony,\ Linda asked, as if butter wouldn\'t melt in her mouth, \which did you prefer - my panties, or Lucy\'s thong?\ I gulped, then stammered: \Er, er, gosh, er, they\'re both lovely, mom.\ Linda laughed. \Well, since you can\'t make up your mind, we\'ll have to give you a taste test with the real thing.\

\A taste test?\ I cried, hardly believing my ears. \Yup,\ said Linda, \a taste test. After all, if you\'re going to be our tongue slave, it\'s only fair that you find out which pussy you prefer!\

My mind was in a maelstrom. \Er, mom,\ I began, \look, I\'m terribly sorry, it was a mistake, a once-off aberration, it will never happen again - honest!\ Linda eyed me, all sweetness gone. \Don\'t fucking lie to me, Tony,\ she snapped. \You may be able to lie to that all-trusting father of yours, but don\'t insult my intelligence.\

With a curt \Look!\ Linda pressed another button. Up came a picture of me in her bedroom, naked, stroking my cock with a pair of red panties on my face. Another click: a little black g-string clung to my face, a thong on my cock. \Want any more from my collection, you miserable little wanker?\ my stepmom demanded. I hung my head. \No, mom,\ I whispered. \Lucy,\ said Linda, as she closed down the computer. \Get on the bed and we\'ll see if he\'s as good with his tongue as he is with his fist.\ Lucy skipped from the study into the bedroom. Linda then reached out and ripped the towel from my middle. A tell-tale bulge in my still wet thong betrayed my emotions.

\They\'re damp, darling,\ said my stepmother, now back to her \sweet\ self. \Take \'em off!\ I obeyed, to reveal my stiff prick. Linda ignored it. \Get into the bedroom!\ I walked in, horribly aware that Lucy would now be seeing my stiffy - still, I guess she\'d photographed it often enough for it to make no difference, the bitch!

Lucy was lying back on her mom\'s bed, pillows piled behind her back. She had removed her bikini bottom and her gorgeously tanned thighs were splayed wide, providing an unhindered view of her shaved snatch, its pink pussy lips gleaming.

\OK, tongue slave,\ snapped my stepsister, \show me how good you are!\ I climbed onto the bed, dimly aware that behind me, Linda had slipped out of her jean cut-offs and halter top. I glanced to see she was topless, her heavy breasts sagging somewhat but still oh so suckable. On her middle was a tiny little pink g-string, which was so sheer it revealed her piss flaps pressed against the material.

As I lowered my face to her daughter\'s minge, I was vaguely aware that Linda was aiming Lucy\'s digital camera at the scene so not only had my wanking humiliation been caught on film, soon my pussy adoration would be, too. But then the fantastic aroma of Lucy\'s crotch invaded my senses and obliterated all other thoughts. I began to work with my tongue.

CHAPTER 2:

Lucy had fleshy pussy lips, and her cunt was wet. I worked my way around her crevices, trying to perform an erotic and satisfying mouth job on her sweet snatch, but Lucy was in no mood for slow seduction.

Grabbing my long still damp hair, she snapped: \Oh for fuck\'s sake, Tony, get on with it, I don\'t want you slobbering down there all fucking afternoon!\ Linda chided: \Language, Lucy, language\ but I could tell she was busily snapping the scene.

I transferred my sole attention to my stepsister\'s clitoris, licking and laving there until I knew I had her undivided attention. Soon she was panting, then moaning and finally - with a grunt - Lucy announced: \About fucking time, tongue slave!\ So much for thanks for a job well done!

Linda placed the camera on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed. \Righto, Lucy, you can go and do whatever you want to do - but first, fetch me a beer from the fridge, there\'s a pet,\ she said, \I\'m so thirsty I could drink the Dallas Cowboys under the table.\

As Lucy departed, after pulling her bikini bottom back on, I was presented with another pussy to worship. Linda lay back on the propped up pillows, hunched up and pulled the g-string from her minge. I noted that her pussy was free of hair save for a wisp of light brown thatch at her mons. Her piss flaps were full and lush, larger than Lucy\'s. Her sex juices gave off an aroma that was giddying in its deliciousness.

As I lowered my mouth to Linda\'s quim, she stroked my head and spoke softly: \I\'m not as impatient as my dear daughter, Tony, so you can take your time. I\'m going to quite enjoy you down there all afternoon, if necessary.\ I inhaled deeply and plunged into my task. My first foray was to press my tongue against her lovely brown puckered anus, which I worshipped for a minute or so before transferring my attentions to her sopping wet cunt. Next I laved up one side of her outer labia lips, then down the other before driving my tongue along the central groove of her sex and alighting on her clit.

As I reached that sweet little bud, Linda placed a hand on my head and stroked it. \That\'s so nice, Tony,\ she whispered. \When I put my hand on your head it means carry on at that spot. When I take it away, move on.\

I pulled back and spoke: \Yes, mom, I understand.\ Linda hushed me. \Shh, Tony, your task is to worship, not to speak, get back to work.\ I dived back to her clitoris and then continued my slow journey all over her secret parts.

When Lucy walked in with a foaming glass of Becks - my dad\'s favorite beer - Linda accepted it, took a sip and told her daughter: \A few shots for the record, darling, then you can go do whatever you want.\ Lucy obliged, capturing my premiere performance at her mother\'s minge, before leaving.

My tongue was now at her cunt, and Linda placed a hand on my head. I worshipped the dripping orifice and then she whispered: \Flat tongue my clit now, darling!\ It wasn\'t a request, it was a command and I obeyed it. Then Linda was graunching and grinding against my mouth as she stormed to her climax.

I pulled away from her sweet-smelling snatch, and Linda looked down at my sweat and juice-stained face. \Not bad, Tony, not bad at all,\ she smiled. \You\'ll do. Now a couple of things - any trouble from you and your father gets presented with the evidence. That would make him very, very cross, wouldn\'t it?\ I nodded. \And you don\'t want to make him very, very cross, do you?\ I nodded again. \Fine,\ said Linda, swinging her lovely long legs from the bed and pulling her g-string back on. \The call of \'tongue slave\' from either me or Lucy means you drop whatever you\'re doing and get to us on the double. Got it?\ I indeed had \got it\.

\What if you both call at the same time, mom,\ I inquired, a question I now realise was impertinent. But Linda didn\'t take exception to it. With a laugh she answered: \Moms take precedence over sisters, Tony!\

And that was the start of my oral servitude to my stepmom and stepsister, although I wasn\'t pressed back into service again until late that night. I must have fallen asleep and when I came to I thought it was a phone ringing.

Then, through my stirring senses, I heard Lucy call \Tongue slave! Tongue fuckin\' slave!\ I dragged myself naked from my bed into her bedroom. It was almost midnight, the sheets were pulled back, Lucy was wearing a see-through teddy and no knickers. She was splayed for my task.

I gave her a quick tongue job and after my exertions her only comment had been \Now fuck off!\ Just as I was climbing back into bed, I heard a much softer voice. \Tongue slave? Calling tongue slave!\ I went to Linda\'s bedroom and serviced her.

So it went on, for several days, Lucy the five-carat bitch using me to appease her sex drive, Linda being far more pleasant in her demands, although both pussies gave me aching jaws some days.

Finally, father returned from his court case. But even though he was back, my trials at the two demanding pussies was not over. Whenever he was at his office, I was at the beck and call of Lucy and her mother. I decided it was time to tell dad.

CHAPTER 3:

It was a Saturday morning and Linda and Lucy dressed up in their mall shopping gear. Linda leaned over and pecked my father on the cheek. \See you Tom, Lucy and I are off to shop at the mall, I need some fresh lingerie.\ Linda stared at me.

Lucy gaily announced: \And I need some new thongs.\ Then she, too, stared at me. Dad grunted, and put down the sports section. The sound of their car faded into the heat of the Dallas morning and dad eyed me: \Get in my office, I want to talk to you - now!\

I trudged sullenly upstairs and walked through the bedroom to the study next door. There sat my dad, at the scene of my earlier humiliation before Linda and Lucy. Dad had switched the computer on. He punched a button and demanded: \What the fuck\'s this?\

There was the evidence of my masturbatory games with Linda and Lucy\'s lingerie. There, also, were several pictures of me servicing the pair as a tongue slave. In some I was lying on my chest at work, in others I was flat on my back as they face sat me.

I gabbled out my explanation to dad, how I had been caught and rather than allow Linda to inform on me had capitulated to their sex demands. \Why the fuck did you do that, son?\ dad asked. \You were caught panty sniffing. Nothing wrong with that.

\Males throughout this fair land enjoy smelling lady\'s lingerie - as long as it\'s sexy lingerie and as long as it smells good. It\'s one of the nation\'s national pasttimes, below football and baseball, sure, but a helluva long way ahead of golf!\

Dad eyed me disgustedly. \Know what you are son?\ I shook my head. \You\'re fuckin\' pussy whipped, that\'s what you are. They\'re pussy whipping you, boy!\ I looked at the floor. Then dad stood and put his arm around my shoulders: \Leave it to me. Get to your room boy and wait for my call.\

I scampered away and read magazines for an hour or two. Finally, mom and Lucy returned home. On entering the house I heard my father roar: \You two get up here!\ I had never him bellow like it, not even in a trying court case.

I heard Linda and her daughter pass my door, then enter the bedroom. The door slammed shut and I heard my father shouting, but I couldn\'t make out the words. Finally there was quiet. About 20 minutes after the pair had entered the bedroom, there was a tap on my door. I opened it. Standing there was my father, naked, his uncircumcised cock standing to stiff attention.

\Shorts off son and follow me!\ he ordered. I stripped and walked behind him to the bedroom. When he stood back so I could enter first, the scene was an eye opener.

On the huge double bed were Linda and Lucy. Both were naked. Both were tied to the bed, Linda on the left as I looked at it. Her right wrist and right ankle were strapped to the bed with shiny black stockings. Lucy\'s left wrist and ankle were similarly bound.

At the head of the bed, Linda\'s left wrist was bound by a stocking to Lucy\'s right wrist. At the foot of the bed, Lucy\'s right ankle was bound to her mother\'s left. My father had tied an extra stocking to those bonds in the middle of the bed, thus keeping the women\'s arms and legs flat down on the mattress. As I surveyed the bondage scene my penis rose to full erection. They were a mouth-watering sight.

Pop shut the door behind him and walked to the foot of the bed. \Right, Tony,\ he instructed, \you take your stepmom, I\'ll take the teeny.\ And with that he knelt on the bed, cock stiff. I did the same on Linda\'s side of the bed and placed my hard-on at her pussy lips.

\No boy,\ said my father, \first give her a lick, get her aroused - but only do it as long as you want, not as long as she wants!\ I lowered my mouth to Linda\'s by now very familiar pussy and started licking, aware that to my side, my dad was doing the same to Lucy.

\Now lick her titties - she likes that,\ said dad, as he rose from Lucy\'s snatch to lick and kiss at the 19-year-old\'s large brown breasts, with the white bikini lines down the centers of the globes. I did the same to mom. Linda\'s breasts were full and heavy, her nipples standing erect, their large areolae gleaming with perspiration.

\Next it\'s cocks to cunts, boy,\ announced my dad, hoisting himself to place his cock at Lucy\'s cunt. For the first time, my stiff cock head lay on Linda\'s weeping vagina. \And enter!\ cried dad. We both thrust up our respective targets, and I felt the tightness of Linda\'s cunt dragging my foreskin back to the hood as I drove up her.

As I fucked her, I noticed that Linda was giving me a faint smile, then she planted a lingering kiss on my mouth. Dad and Lucy were also smooching as they fucked. \Fuck me,\ Linda whispered in my ear, and no sooner had I increased the pace than I heard her daughter cry out: \Fuck me, daddy!\

But daddy was in charge and he let Lucy and Linda know it. \Time for a tit fuck, son,\ he instructed, and we both pulled our pussy-glistening stiffies from the women\'s cunts and placed them between their lovely breasts mounds. \And now their mouths, boy,\ he ordered, placing his cock circumcised by the tightness of Lucy\'s sex passage to the girl\'s mouth. She licked and sucked at it avidly. Linda was no less keen to take my seven-inches, although she didn\'t deep throat me, porno-style, but simply fellated the upper three inches or so of my cock.

Finally, I could stand it no longer and I exploded into the lovely Linda\'s mouth, one, two, three blasts of semen. Pop came too, only a minute or so later.

We both lay back on the side of our respective fucks and when we had recovered, dad - ever the lawyer - lay down the law. \Right, you two tarts,\ he drawled, \now listen up. From now on there\'s no more \'tongue slave\' shit for the boy here.

\From now on it\'s Sex Slut No 1 - that\'s you Linda, because you are old enough to know better - and Sex Slut No 2, that\'s you, Lucy. Me and Tony call out those four little words and the number that\'s called comes running.\

He paused dramatically, just as he did before making a telling point to a jury. \Do I hear any arguments?\ Linda smiled: \No, darlin\', none at all.\ Lucy nodded: \No, daddy.\ Daddy smiled: \Great. And around the house you either go naked, or you wear sexy lingerie - after all, that\'s what got the boy into trouble, ain\'t it?\ Both women nodded.

After dinner that evening, pop ordered Linda and Lucy to put on a demonstration of lap dancing for us - we\'d all been drinking, the women wines, pop and me beer. Then, with an exaggerated yawn, pop said: \I\'m off to bed. Sex Slut No 1!\ Linda smiled and stood to leave with him in her lap dancing g-string and quarter-cup bra.

I looked across at Lucy and smiled: \I\'m off to bed too, Lucy, night.\ The teenager looked a trifle relived, I thought, or I may have been dreaming.

I climbed into bed and checked my watch. It was half an hour to midnight. I lay and quietly stroked myself. Just before my bedside clocked ticked over from 11.59 to midnight, I called out: \Sex Slut No 2!\

The door to my bedroom opened within a minute. Lucy stood by the side of the bed, a black PVC open-breasted bra thrusting her lovely young boobs high. At her crotch gleamed a black PVC crotchless thong.

Lucy climbed in beside me and I ran my hand over her crotch. It was, as my father would have put it, \moister\'n the Mississippi\.

I lay on top of her, pressing my rigid cock into her cunt, and kissed her on the cheek. \Thanks for taking the pictures, Lucy!\

She smiled wickedly. \Tony, it was my pleasure!\

The bitch!