The Sex Tapes continue

By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Sandy

looked at her gorgeous friend. Sandy loved her, truly; as did Don; and

they both wanted so badly for her to be happy. They had all been friends

for so long. Sandy thought back to the night they met, to the

experience the three of them shared, and she felt something tingle

inside her. It wasn't the first time she had thought about it, in fact

there were many nights where she and Don would relive those events as

they made love. They would sometimes expand on them, fantasize about

them, and even though they never said it out loud, there was one element

always missing.

"What

if,” Sandy considered, “what if it wasn't with someone new?" Her hand

went to Don's thigh. She felt him choke on his drink.

The

silence was deafening. Sandy tried not to squirm, to worry about what

she might have just suggested. The next thing Kelly said was going to be

extremely important.

"What do you mean?" Kelly said.

They all knew exactly what Sandy meant.

Kelly hadn't run screaming from the room though, and that was a good sign to Sandy.

"I

mean, um, what I mean is,” for once Sandy was tongue tied. Despite

their experience with other people, other couples even, Sandy wasn't

sure how to proceed. This wasn't some random hook up, this was her best

friend. Her best friend and her husband; the two people she loved most

in the world.

The two people she loved most.

Looking

her best friend in the eye she knew there was only one thing she could

say. Sandy took one last big gulp of her drink, and slowly melted off

the couch, down to her knees in front of her husband.

Kelly still didn't move.

Sandy's

hands danced around Don's belt. She looked at her husband with her

dark, seductive eyes. He nodded almost imperceptibly in approval.

Kelly

shifted in anticipation as Sandy's hands adeptly worked Don's belt and

zipper. She tried to play it cool, but couldn't stifle a small gasp when

her eyes took in the sight of Don's exposed cock. Thick, hard, and

wonderful, it was exactly as she remembered it.

Sandy

warmed at the sigh her husband let out as her fingers danced up and

down his length. Then she turned to Kelly. Instantly she was transported

back in time to that night they all first met. This time, however,

there was so much more between the three of them. So many years of love

and friendship. She could see the flushing in her friend's chest

already, and this time she knew the answer to the question even before

she asked it.

"You wanna join us?"

Kelly's

throat was dry, probably because all the moisture in her body had been

redirected between her legs. This felt wrong, it felt taboo, but good

God, she was drenched. She had replayed that night they met over and

over in her mind over the years, using the images and sounds burned into

her memory as fuel for countless self-induced orgasms. She played out

fantasies and scenarios about what would have happened if she had said

yes to their invitation.

She

even told Pete about it once while they were making love. She rode on

top of him, slowly grinding on his cock as she recounted every detail of

the evening. Pete spurred her on with lewd, probing questions that only

made her wetter, and him harder. Finally, just before they exploded

together in mutual orgasm, he asked her if she wished she had accepted.

Through ragged breaths and the beginnings of full-body spasms she choked

out "Yes!"

It

became a fantasy they would play out from time to time, especially on

nights the two hung out with Sandy and Don. After a nice night out,

Kelly and Pete would retire to their bedroom, and on more than one

occasion, while Kelly was sucking his dick, Pete would instruct her to

close her eyes and imagine the cock in her mouth was Don's. It always

had the desired effect, and Kelly's orgasms were always extra hard.

Kelly

sat there, eyes darting back and forth from Sandy, to Don, to Don's

cock, to Sandy, for what felt like an eternity. She reached up and undid

another button from her shirt, revealing the top of her cleavage.

Don's cock throbbed.

Sandy smiled.

She

doesn't remember moving, but all at once Kelly was on her knees next to

Sandy, in front of Don's hard, straining erection. Her hand floated up.

Her body suddenly flashed with hot electricity as her fingers brushed

its firm, hot skin.

Her eyes turned toward the throbbing member, and she licked her lips.

"Go ahead," Sandy's voice floated into Kelly's ear.

Kelly

gripped the bottom of Don's shaft gently, but firmly, parted her lips,

and dropped her wet mouth over the head of Don's cock.

All three of them groaned at the same time.

A

devilish smile of disbelief was on Sandy's face as she watched her best

friend take her husband's cock in and out of her mouth. Judging by the

look on Don's face, he couldn't believe it either.

Kelly

savored every inch of that cock. This had been a long time coming, and

she wanted to experience it fully. Her cunt throbbed, wet and desperate,

and she felt her body heating up with lust. This cock felt so good in

her mouth. Not just because it was Don's cock, but because it was a good

cock too. It was satisfying. Sliding up and down on it, practically

drooling, she began to think of other ways it could be satisfying. She

felt her cunt buzz again.

In

a feverish, lustful haze, Kelly regained awareness of her surroundings

all of a sudden, and pulled all the way off Don's slippery rod with a

loud pop. She sat back on her ankles, breath ragged. She coyly wiped her

mouth, and then looked at her two friends.

"I'm

sorry," she said between breaths, trying to regain composure. Sandy

began to form a statement meant to reassure Kelly she did nothing wrong,

but was stopped as Kelly finished her thought: "I didn't even offer you

any."

Sandy smiled, and leaned in, taking her husband's cock into her mouth herself.

Kelly

watched Sandy bob on Don's cock. She had never fully appreciated how

sexy her friend was, but now she had a front row seat. She felt her cunt

flood, and her nipples ache. Intense heat flooded her body, and without

even realizing it, Kelly began unbuttoning the remaining buttons on her

blouse.

Don's

gaze left the wet, pleasureful ministrations of his wife's mouth, and

bounced over to Kelly as she removed her shirt. His cock surged; he had

wanted to see those breasts ever since the night they met. Pale, supple,

smaller than Sandy's but still substantial, Don's mouth (and cock)

began to drool slightly. The tops of her globes held high and firm by a

tasteful bra, deep breaths made them heave and push against the fabric.

Her cleavage looked deep and tight, and Don fantasized about what it

might feel like to slide himself between them. Pleasure boiled deep

inside him.

Sandy

stopped her wet worship to watch the show as well, her thoughts coming

very close to those of her husband, and used the opportunity to pass his

cock back to her horny friend. Kelly didn't hesitate, sliding back into

position, but a low croak from Don's throat stopped her before her

mouth slipped back down his length

"Wait,"

he croaked, the two gorgeous women turning quickly to check in with

him, surprised to hear his hesitation. Don looked down at Kelly's big,

doe eyes, her tongue idly working the edge of her lip in anticipation,

and managed to get out two words: "bra too?"

Sandy and Kelly both began to chuckle, and Kelly whispered back a syrupy "sure, Don, whatever you want."

Those

last three words sent a chill through Don's body, and he and his wife

both watched in rapt attention as their friend reached up with one hand,

unhooked the clasp, and let her bra slide down her arms and off her

body.

Don

let out a low, appreciative moan. They were everything he had hoped

for. Taking his cock back in her hands, slowly stroking him, Kelly gave

him a moment to admire her free, naked breasts. She could tell by the

locked gaze and slight smirk that he liked what he saw. And Kelly liked

showing him, too. She liked the feeling of his eyes on her tits, it made

her feel sexy. It made her feel wanted.

Most

of all it made her wetter than she'd been in years. Feeling the tingle

of desire running through her, she leaned forward, and took Don's cock

back into her mouth.

Sandy

watched her friend desperately devour her husband's penis, and made a

decision. She slipped her own shirt off, followed quickly by her own

bra, letting her two massive breasts swing free. Climbing back up onto

the couch, she tucked herself in right next to her moaning, gasping

husband, made sure her tits were in squeezing distance should he feel

the need, and began lovingly stroking his chest and stomach as they both

watched Kelly work.

This was her night. She needed this. Sandy wanted her to have what she needed.

The over stimulation of Kelly's mouth and Sandy's body was too much, and suddenly Don began to shiver and convulse.

Kelly's

tongue passed over the fat, smooth head of Don's cock and felt it

flare. His balls pulled tight, and his cock grew even harder in her

hands. Kelly smiled to herself.

Sandy

watched, her eyes darting back between her desperate, sucking friend,

and her writhing, spasming husband. She squeezed her legs together,

sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. A smile pulled at her lips

as her best friend summoned a hard orgasm out of the man she loved.

"That's it, baby, that's it," was all she said. She didn't know which

one she was saying it to.

Kelly

felt a final strong surge in Don's shaft and then moaned as he began to

fill her mouth with hot cum. She sucked and stroked, happily swallowing

everything she was gifted. This was the first time in three years she

had made a man cum. She was happy it was Don. His semen tasted good. She

wanted it inside her.

Eventually

the pulses slowed, the spasms stopped, and all three felt their

breathing return to normal. Kelly slowed the sweet suckling of her lips,

and gently disengaged from Don's wilting member, a thin viscous strand

of their shared fluids desperately clinging between her lips and his

tip.

Kelly

modestly brought a hand to her mouth as she swallowed the last of Don's

load, and the three friends sat in stunned silence, trying to figure

out what just happened.

"Now what?" Kelly said, looking at the two of them. It was a loaded question, for sure.

After

considering the question for a moment, Sandy stood up. She looked down

at her spent husband, and her clearly still horny best friend. Reaching

down, she took Don's hand, then after a moment reached for Kelly's as

well.

The

two new lovers stood up. Sandy leaned in and kissed Don hard, then did

the same to Kelly. She could taste his semen on her lips.

"Round two." She said with a smile. She turned, and led her husband and her best friend by their hands into the bedroom.

The

erotic evening of discovery continued. Despite overwhelming feelings of

lust and arousal at the lips of her friend, Kelly drew the line of

exploration with Sandy at kissing (at least for this first night). This

didn't limit their activities, however, as the two shared Don's

recuperating cock between them, sucking, kissing, licking and stroking

him back to rejuvenated hardness. It didn't take him long to get there,

and pretty soon Don was fully hard and throbbing, thanks to the loving

mouths of his wife and her best friend.

He

felt a certain sense of disbelief as soon the scene from the couch was

mirrored in the bedroom, only this time Sandy was tucked in tightly to

Kelly's side as Don pleasured Kelly with his tongue.

"Enough," Kelly said, "I want it. I need it."

Kelly

held her best friend tight. She could feel Sandy's nipples pressing

into the side of her own breast. Her body tingled. Her breasts heaved

atop wanton, nervous breaths as Don rose up from between her legs.

His

hands spread her thighs, and then lined up the thick flared head of his

cock with her dripping cunt. He teased her for only a moment, spreading

her juices around his tip, and then slowly pushed.

Kelly felt Sandy's lips on her neck, and hands on her breasts as Don became the first man to enter her in three years.

Her

body was inflamed with sensation, and Sandy held her tight, guiding her

through the feelings as Don thrust deeply and rhythmically.

Soon

Kelly writhed and shook, her breathing becoming ragged and labored, as

orgasm seized control of her from head to toe. The image of Kelly

cumming on his cock was too much, and Don too began to buck and shake.

He pushed deep into Kelly's gasping tunnel and emptied himself into her

warm center.

Sandy gasped and cried out in joy as the two people she loved most shared such a beautiful, intimate moment.

The

three lovers collapsed into each other, a delirious, giggling tangle of

vibrating flesh. Soon the wheel of pleasure slowly turned, and now it

was Kelly pressed tight to Sandy as Don's tongue and fingers drove her

toward ultimate pleasure.

Her

fingers danced over Sandy's steaming body. She had never touched

another woman like this before. It was exciting and scary all at once.

Soon she felt her best friend's body tremble, and shake, and heard the

cries and moans of her pleasure. Kelly leaned in close, feeling the

ragged breath of Sandy's orgasm on her cheek, and kissed her best

friend.

Sandy's

body exploded in pleasure, an electric current of lust and love formed

by Kelly's lips on her mouth and Don's lips on her cunt.

The

three lay together for a long while, each fully satisfied. Kelly knew

things were changing, but somehow she also felt like this was how it was

always supposed to be. Her thoughts drifted to the future; what this

would be, where it would go, what other pleasures and experiences might

be in store. She was ready for them. She wanted them. She wanted to have

them with Sandy and Don.

"I think I have a lot of questions," she said finally, feeling Sandy's large breast sit heavy in her hand.

"I think we have a lot to tell you." Sandy chuckled.

"I can't wait." Kelly said, a smile beaming.

Basking

in the glow of her newfound satisfaction, Kelly's eyes lazily drifted

across the room. She took in her surroundings, until her eyes caught the

big lens of a home video camera on a tripod, pointed toward the bed.

"What's that for?"

Chapter 22: Tim finishes watching the video

"No, nope, nuh-uh, no way," I said, pacing back and forth across the living room. I was in shock.

My

upstairs neighbors and longtime family friends Sandy and Don had asked

me to house sit for them. I had planned on a pretty quiet night until my

best friend Tara had joined me. This led to us accidentally discovering

a treasure trove of Sandy and Don's personal, explicit, home sex

videos. This wasn't entirely surprising, given what I knew about Sandy

and Don's rather adventurous sex life, and the first half of the video

we chose to explore lived up to that expectation as it featured Sandy

both sucking and cumming on a cock that didn't belong to her husband. It

was the second half, however, that caught me so off guard; the part of

the video we currently had paused; the part where Sandy took the camera

into the bedroom and revealed her best friend bouncing enthusiastically

on Don's dick.

Her best friend who also just so happened to be my step mother Kelly.

"No,

I don't, how is this possible? How could she,” I couldn't form a

coherent thought. Kelly hadn't been on even a single date since my

father died, and was a devout, church-going Christian, to boot. I could

not reconcile that the sweaty, smiling woman with Don's thick cock up

inside her was Kelly. I just couldn't.

"I mean, she's still a woman," Tara said, "everybody's got needs, right?"

"This isn't NEEDS, Tara, this is, GROUP Sex!" I practically shouted.

"I

don't know, Miller," she said, a lusty smile on her face, "I think it's

pretty cool, actually. Girl knows what she wants and goes out and gets

it."

I just stood there, aghast and livid, hands on my hips, shaking my head. Tara began to giggle.

"This isn't funny!" I croaked, but all she did was laugh harder.

"Trust me," she said, gesturing to my whole situation, "THis is very funny!"

The

fog momentarily lifted from my brain and I was able to take stock of

how ridiculous I looked: I was standing there, fuming, in only socks and

a jizz-splattered t-shirt, my soft, spent dick flapping in the wind

with every shift or angry outburst I let out. I couldn't help but join

Tara's laughter.

And then there was Tara.

Tara

was just as indisposed as I was: hard nipples pressing through her

t-shirt, she was bottomless, legs crossed, hiding her cunt from sight. I

looked ridiculous, but Tara, she looked hot as hell.

It

was then that I remembered what had just happened. While watching the

first half of the video, my best friend and I had crossed a line. We had

shared sexual situations before, even masturbated in front of each

other, but there was never any touching. Tonight was different. Tonight

she stroked my cock and I fingered her cunt until we both had explosive

orgasms.

It

was all so hot, and so sudden, that I hadn't even considered what this

meant for Tara's relationship with Sarah. She had effectively just

cheated on her, with me, and despite how amazing the experience had

been, to feel her on my fingers, and to feel her fingers on me, the idea

that I was part of even more deception just made me feel awful.

"This

is nuts, this is all so nuts" I said, in reference to everything. I

needed to remove myself from the situation. Fast. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna

go clean up. Maybe take a shower."

"You

don't wanna know what happens next?" Tara said in a syrupy tone, her

thick, pale thighs sliding along each other in a suggestive way.

"I, just can't deal with this right now" I said, playing dumb to her clear double meaning.

"You're telling me you DON'T want to see how this ends?" She said, sitting up in disbelief.

"Not right now, it's just all too much." It definitely was not a lie.

There

was a moment of silence between us. We were both clearly running over

events in our minds, each trying to figure out where to go next.

"Ok, sure," Tara finally said, "you go clean up."

Her

tone was hard to read, and my stupid teenage brain told me it was

better not to try, so I acted as though the matter was settled, and made

my way toward the bathroom.

The

minute I left the room, I heard voices and sounds coming from the tv.

Tara was watching the rest of the video. Slipping into the bathroom, I

paused just inside the doorway, held my breath, and listened. I could

hear giggles, gasps, and long moans coming from multiple people. The

loudest and most feminine of them I recognized as coming from my step

mother Kelly. I still couldn't believe it.

I

peeked my head out from the bathroom door, which had a straight line of

sight to the living room. Flickering digital light cast shadows

throughout the room and highlighted my best friend Tara, entranced by

the visuals. Her legs were spread wide, one hand lost between them while

the other caressed her own breast.

Somehow

I pulled myself away and back into the bathroom. I could not wrap my

mind around the events of this evening. Part of me did want to see the

rest of the video. Part of me wanted to go back and fuck my best friend

right there on my neighbor's couch. But right now I just wanted to eject

from this entire situation. I needed this shower badly.

It was a cold one.

After

my shower, I put on some clean clothes and rejoined Tara in the living

room. The pants she borrowed from Stephanie were back on, and she was

curled up watching some non-pornographic tv, a very contented glow about

her person. She was satisfied. I'd be lying to say I wasn't sad I

missed it.

"How was your shower?" She said casually, not looking at me.

"It

was, good." I had no idea what else to say. I had no idea what I COULD

say. I knew what I wanted to know, though. Despite my better judgment,

despite my tantrum and my rush out of the room, my curiosity got the

better of me. “How was the rest of the video?"

Tara's gaze turned to me. She smiled a devilish smile, and rolled her eyes at me.

Tara

got up with a sigh. Her thighs jiggled deliciously as she sauntered

over to me. Stephanie’s shorts clung to her ass tightly, and I could see

the slight sway of her perfect breasts beneath the large t-shirt.

She

stopped in front of me, taking a moment to look me over. I had no idea

what she was thinking, or where this was going, but before I had time to

guess, she leaned over, and gathered up her discarded work clothes.

"Oh boy, Miller, You're gonna have to see for yourself." She said with another smile, and kissed me on the forehead.

A pat on the side of the cheek followed, and then Tara made her way out of the room, toward the front door.

I

was completely flabbergasted, but I got the immediate feeling as though

I had fucked up. And maybe I had; my best friend and I had been

extremely intimate, in a way I think we had both wanted for a long time,

and my response was to panic and eject. But I mean, who could blame me?

I had just discovered a sex tape featuring my step mom and three other

people; it was kind of a lot. And what about Sarah? I hadn't done

anything wrong, had I?

As if sensing my panic and confusion, Tara stopped at the front door and called back to me.

"Let's

get lunch this weekend, huh? I think we have a lot to talk about." The

low light cast on her from the kitchen threw a deep shadow below the

swell of her breast.

"Yeah. Sounds good."

Tara

disappeared into the shadow of the night, and I was left alone with my

thoughts as the light of the tv lulled me to an exhausted sleep.

The

next two days at work, my mind was on anything but my job. I made sure

to miss Kelly when I went downstairs to get ready in the morning. I

don't know what I would have said to her if anything; the image of her

riding Don's cock was still fresh in my mind. Everything I thought I

knew about her was false, and I was still processing.

I

thought about the state of my own love life; between what had happened

with Tara, my cum-soaked rendezvous with Christine, and whatever it was

that was happening with Kerri, it was anything but normal.

Hanging

out with my best friend should mean going to the movies and listening

to music, not jerking each other off watching stolen homemade porno,

shouldn't it?

Spending

time with the pastor's daughter should mean milkshakes and fun, chaste

conversation, not cumming on her face while she masturbated and told me

stories about fucking her ex-boyfriend, shouldn't it?

Helping

my friend's girlfriend with their relationship should mean giving

advice and talking, not receiving photos of her cum-splattered body and

watching them fuck so she can get off, shouldn't it?

I

had conflicting feelings about all of it, but the truth was, it was not

because of the acts themselves, but because I was really enjoying

myself. I was having the time of my life doing these lewd, taboo things,

and a part of me felt bad about that.

Lewd,

taboo things like group sex with your friend and her husband. The disc

was still in the player, just waiting for me to watch the rest. I had

two more nights to myself in that apartment, and I wasn't sure my

curiosity would leave me alone.

"Tim,

could I have a moment," my boss Letty said from behind, snapping me out

of my daydream. I nodded, and followed her into her office.

Office

was probably too generous a term for the tight corner room she worked

out of, but there was a desk and a lamp, and she made it work. It was

also spotless. Perfectly neat, with every element in its exact perfect

place.

"Sit

down," she said, leaning slightly on her desk. It was the most relaxed I

had ever seen her. I plopped down in the chair in front of her.

For

the first time ever, I looked at Letty and realized how attractive she

was. Behind her big glasses and buttoned up exterior was a good looking

girl, and if her body was anything like her office, everything was

tight, tidy, and firm.

I wondered if she ever had an orgasm.

"Tim, I think we're going to have to let you go." Letty said the words with little emotion, but they hit me like a hammer.

"What? Why? I mean, have I; " I scrambled for anything to grasp on to, but she cut me off.

"Your

work just isn't getting any better, and your attention is constantly

drifting. I've got two other people on your shift working extra hard to

pick up your slack, and that's not fair to them, to me, or to this

company."

I

hung my head. I knew she was right; my mind had been on pretty much

everything But work, and I finally hit the wall. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

you're right. I've got, a lot going on at the moment, and I've been

letting it distract me."

"I

know you've got a lot on your mind," she said, softening only just, "I

remember what it was like being your age." Letty was only in her

mid-twenties, but I couldn't for a second imagine this woman as a

hormone-fueled teen. I bet while the other teens were out partying,

Letty was home tucking in bedsheets and making sure all the pencils were

equally sharp. "But part of getting older is learning control, and how

to handle all the things life throws at you."

"I

know," I said softly, "You're right, you're right, I just, I can't lose

this job. If you could give me a second chance, I could,” I trailed

off, not knowing the answer.

"I've given you a lot of chances, Tim," she said, crossing her arms.

"I know, I know, but I promise, this time I'll be better. Seriously." I pleaded.

There was silence as Letty considered my groveling.

"Ok,

listen," she began, taking in a deep breath, "I'm gonna give you

another chance, but you need to prove to me you can do what I need you

to do, ok?"

"Yes, definitely, anything!" I practically shouted.

"I

know you're off tomorrow, but what I need you to do is come by after

closing so we can go over some things, ok?" She looked sternly at me

over the tops of her glasses.

"But it's Friday ni; " I began before being cut off

"Sacrifices have to be made, Tim. Priorities. Now are you going to take this job seriously or not?"

I deflated, defeated. "Yeah, I am. Tomorrow, after closing. Got it."

"Good," she said, moving past me to the other side of her desk, "now go finish your shift."

She

didn't look at me again as I got up and slowly exited the office. I

took a moment outside the doorway, and lamented the loss of my Friday

night.

"That didn't sound great," I heard Gina say from beside me. I turned to see her grinning a sly, shit eating grin.

"Nope, it wasn't," I said flatly. "She was going to fire me."

"Was?" Gina purred.

"I got a second chance. I'm coming in tomorrow after closing for some sort of retraining."

"I

see," Gina said, her lips pulling into a smile once again, "well good

luck, Tim, I hear she's pretty, strict. I hope I see you Monday!" She

winked at me and walked off. "If you're still in one piece, that is."

One piece? What was she getting at?

I

couldn't worry about it right then, I had to put in actual effort for

the rest of my shift. I focused on work, which was actually a nice

distraction from everything else, and rounded out my time. As I was

leaving I saw Gina waiting by the door again, but once again I couldn't

see who she was waiting for. She had changed her pants before leaving

though, and was now sporting some short shorts and fine fishnet tights.

Wherever she was going, I don't think it was home.

Back

at Sandy and Don's I had dinner, a much needed shower, and plopped down

on the couch to watch some tv. The same couch I had been on the night

before when Tara and I had watched the video.

The video that was still in the player.

I

thought about the basket we found the disc in. It was one of many. It

seemed like group sex, or at least videoed sex, was a past time Sandy

and Don engaged in quite frequently. I wondered who else was on the

videos. I wondered how many Kelly was in. How long had she been doing

it? Did she do it when dad was alive? Did he know? Did he ever,

My phone buzzed. It was an email alert.

It was from "Just4theWatcherxoxo".

My cock started to swell as I opened it.

I

hadn't heard from Kerri in a few days, not since I had boldly asked her

what I could do for her in return for the hot, dirty photos she had

been sending me. Photos of her body splattered in her boyfriend's cum. I

worried I had pushed it too far, and maybe she was backing off a bit.

She was sending lewd photos to her boyfriend's friend, after all, which

is generally a huge no no. She didn't seem to feel bad about it, though,

and neither did I. I didn't quite know why. I felt bad about Tara

cheating on Sarah, but not about Kerri and I doing, whatever it was we

were doing. Maybe this was it, maybe this was her coming to her senses

and breaking the whole thing off.

I tentatively opened the email.

"Hey

there," it began, innocently enough, "I'm sorry I haven't been in

contact in a bit. I've been thinking a lot about what you asked last

time."

Here it was, I thought, this was it.

"And I think I know what I want in return."

My cock surged. I wasn't expecting that.

"I've never cum as hard as I have when you watched us fuck, and I want that again. I want you to watch us fuck."

The

throb in my shorts signaled my excitement, but I had no idea how we

were going to pull that off again. The last time was a right place right

time situation, and would be hard to recreate.

"I

know it's asking a lot, and I know it'll be hard to pull off, but I've

got an idea. If you're in, message me back and I'll tell you the plan,

and the catch."

I was very intrigued, but the last line made sure the hook was in deep: "Meanwhile, enjoy these pictures ;)"

There

were three files attached to the email, all numbered with the file

heading "Just 4 you." I felt my throat get slightly dry, and my pants

get tighter.

I

opened the first one: It was a full body nude, shot in an artistically

clever way to keep her face out of the image. On her knees on a bed she

posed seductively in front of a bright backlight that threw her whole

body into shadow. It might have obscured her face, but it accented the

languid curves of her body perfectly. Her thick, beautiful breasts stuck

out large and perky from her chest, nipples at full attention. Her arms

plunged down between her legs, pushing those gorgeous globes together

slightly, presenting them to the camera, and allowing a slight glimmer

of highlight to catch the tops. The swoop of her back cascaded down into

the lovely swell of her ass. I thought about touching it. About

squeezing it. About bending her over.

Catching

my breath, I opened picture two: A mirror shot, showing off that lovely

curve of her back and rear, but this time in full light, and this time

with a specific purpose. It wasn't just her curves she was showing off;

this time there was a bright red patch on one cheek in the vague shape

of a hand print. And on top of that mark, spreading over her ass and up

her back, were four, distinct, thick splatters of cum.

My

hand shot right down into my pants, fished out my cock and started

stroking when I saw that photo. My mind ran wild with visions of Kerri

on all fours, her boyfriend Mike slapping her ass while he fucked her. I

thought about the sounds and moans she must have made as he sank into

her over and over, accenting his thrusts with a firm swat of her cheeks.

I thought about her tight cunt milking his cock so well until finally

he pulled out of her and erupted all over her body in orgasm. I was

jealous.

Quickly

opening the third picture, my cock flexed between my fingers: this shot

was a look between her spread legs, directly at her cunt. Her lips were

wide and creamy, flushed red, above them, pooling on her lower belly

and pubic bone was more fresh semen. This wasn't just Kerri's cunt, it

was Kerri's cunt after it had been fucked.

Once

again I pictured her, this time on her back, legs bent up, Mike's cock

pistoning in and out of her until he had had enough and shot his load

onto her smooth belly.

I was transfixed. There was no escaping now. I immediately wrote back "I'm in." and hit send.

I

cycled through the pictures again as I massaged my dick, but Kerri

wrote me a reply before I could even make it all the way through.

"Yay!"

It said with a smiley face next to it. "So what we're going to do is,

this Saturday, at 9 pm, you're going to click this link." There was a

jumbled collection of numbers and letters that were highlighted as a web

address. "That's going to take you to a place where you can watch the

live feed of the webcam in my bedroom."

This just got interesting.

"Once

you're set up, you'll text me a thumbs up, and shortly after that

you'll get a little show put on by the two of us, and hopefully knowing

that you're watching us, even over the internet, will be enough to get

me off. Sound good?"

It

sounded suspect, but I was too charged up by hormones to make a

rational decision. "Sure, let's do it," I wrote, and then remembered the

other part of Kerri's first email, adding "what's the catch?"

I sent it. Maybe a minute later her reply came through: "The catch is, I want you to cum this time, and I want to see it."

This was getting VERY interesting.

"I want you to take a video of the moment you shoot off while watching us fuck."

I

was not expecting this. Kerri was blasting right through all sorts of

boundaries now, and I wasn't sure I wanted to go there with her.

"Just in case you need some convincing, I've attached a sample of what you'll get as a thank you."

I saw the attachment. Another numbered photo with the "Just 4 you" title. I clicked it with bated breath.

Popping

up on my phone was a cropped close up of Kerri's dark, almond-shaped

eyes, painted with alluring makeup, staring directly into the camera.

This wasn't a particularly scandalous photo, or at least it wouldn't

have been, were it not for the viscous, white streak lashing the bridge

of her nose, up between her eyes, and across her forehead.

I

audibly groaned. She had only minutes before sent me a close up photo

of her freshly stretched cunt frosted with jizz, yet it was this tease

at the prospect of seeing her cum-covered face that sent me into

overdrive. All thoughts of boundaries vanished, and I clumsily wrote

back the reply of "You're so fucking dirty. Let's do it."

"Great!" her reply came shortly, followed by "see you (all of you) Saturday. I can't wait" and a winky face.

My

hard cock wanted me to keep this email chain going, to push further,

but I didn't want to press my luck. I had plenty of material to make it

through the orgasm I was building toward, and didn't need to go over the

top.

Or at least that's what I thought, right before my phone died.

I

had left my charging cord downstairs, and I was not about to traipse

down there with a raging hard on. I idly stroked my cock as I pondered

what to do next.

I

tossed my phone to the side in frustration. It landed on the couch with

an audible click, the sound of plastic on plastic. I looked over, and

saw my phone lying next to the dvd player remote control.

The disc was still in there. The video of Sandy getting fucked by the mysterious "John."

, the video of my step mother Kelly riding on Don's cock.

When

I fired up the disc, I told myself it was only to rewatch the first

half with Sandy, just to get me over the edge, but as the video started I

couldn't stop thinking about that mysterious second half. Tara had

watched it, had cum to it, and her response when I asked her how it was

rang in my ears, ping ponging around my hormone-soaked brain: "Oh boy,

Miller, you're gonna have to see for yourself."

I

found myself fast forwarding through the highlights of the Sandy

section; sucking John's cock, fucking him with her tits, the sound of

his thighs slapping her ass as he fucked her from behind; but when it

got to the moment that Sandy would orgasm, I put the remote down and let

it play.

Watching

my upstairs neighbor's thick, heavy tits jiggle and sway as her body

spasmed around her lover's cock sent electric shocks of pleasure through

my body. Given the other intense activities happening with Tara the

previous night, I didn't quite take in what I was actually witnessing. I

had known this woman for years; I had spent time with her; I had fucked

her daughter, I had watched her face get painted in another lover's

semen. Now here I was watching her experience ultimate pleasure.

The

contortions and contractions on her face alone should have been enough

to put me over the edge, but still I only idly stroked myself as I

watched.

"Oh boy, Miller, you're gonna have to see for yourself."

What if I didn't shut it off? What if I just let it play?

Sandy

giggled and playfully warned John he still had work to do, just like

she had the other night. She led him to the bedroom. Those moans and

breaths began to fill my ears again. Sandy pushed the door open: "What

do you think, are you ready for him Kel?" The camera panned to reveal

Kelly, my step mother, smiling breathlessly at her best friend while

riding Don's hard cock.

This time I didn't stop the video.

My cock was like iron.

"She

better be, because this girl is liable to wear me out!" Don laughed,

grabbing Kelly's bouncing ass hard before smacking it. Kelly leaned

backward, joining in his laughter, putting her whole body on display for

John's camera. She smiled a smile I had never seen from her before; a

lusty smile; and began gyrating her hips, grinding herself on Don's

dick.

She was captivating.

Her

curves were smooth, and in all the right places. Her breasts were

practically perfect. Though no longer the thin, drum-tight body of a 19

year old, she still had youthful spring to her figure. This was the body

of a woman. A sexy, hot, woman.

Sandy

climbed on the bed, straddling her husband's legs, and pressed up close

to Kelly's back. Kissing her neck, she reached around and grabbed both

of Kelly's breasts and squeezed. Kelly moaned and gasped. Sandy

whispered inaudible secrets into her best friend's ear as she pinched

her nipples. This made Kelly gasp again, and her hips ground on Don a

little bit faster.

John

worked the camera, circling around the three, giving me all angles as

one of Sandy's hands drifted down to Kelly's crotch, and the other down

her back between the two friends. Kelly moaned again, and Don with her

this time. John whipped around to Don's point of view and it was clear

that Sandy was rubbing Kelly's clit.

"You

like my husband's cock in you, baby?" Sandy whispered loud enough for

the camera to pick up. Kelly gasped and nodded, her eyes shut tight in a

pleasurable grimace, her mouth hung open in a big "O." "I wanna hear

you say it, baby," Sandy said with a devilish grin.

"I love it!" Kelly eked out.

"Love what?"

"I

love your husband's cock in my cunt!" I gasped myself this time; I had

never heard anything like that come out of Kelly's mouth. As shocking as

that was, however, the next thing she said was even more so: "and I

love your fingers in my ass!"

I

couldn't believe it. My church-going saint of a step-mother had a cock

in her cunt and her best friend's fingers in her ass, and she was loving

it, and I was jerking off to it.

"Yeah, I know you do, baby," Sandy cooed, "are you ready?"

Kelly gasped out a weak "yes!"

Sandy

smiled and kissed her friend deep on the lips, and then instructed John

to stand up on the bed, bringing his cock face-level with Kelly. I

gasped and shuddered as I watched the woman who used to help me with my

math homework smile another lusty smile, wet her lips, lean forward, and

take John's considerable length into her mouth. All while still

grinding on Don's cock.

I felt awful, but I couldn't look away. It was all incredibly hot, and I was unfathomably turned on.

At

this point Sandy took over filming duties, and made sure to get every

angle of the smutty scene playing out before her. Kelly sank Don's cock

into her cunt while she suckled John back to full hardness, all with

Sandy cheering her on.

Then,

pulling off John's manhood with a quiet slurp, holding him still by the

base to steady herself, Kelly looked up at John and gave him a big nod.

"Oh

yeah, here comes the main event!" Sandy said excitedly. John stepped

down off the bed, hard cock bobbing as he moved, and worked his way over

behind Kelly. Kelly leaned down, dangling her tits in front of Don's

face. He took the opportunity to suck one nipple into his mouth, grab

her ass with both hands, and drive his dick up into her cunt hard and

fast.

Kelly

moaned, loud and rhythmically in time with each thrust, and Sandy was

right there to catch all of it. She pushed in close to the action, cooed

her own "oh yeah," as she filmed her husband's slick cock pistoning

into her best friend. There was a thick, creamy ring forming around the

base of Don's cock; Kelly was clearly enjoying it.

I

was intensely edging myself now. My cock was screaming for release, but

I had to see what happened next. I had to see it for myself.

Don

slowed his thrusts, and while Kelly was still gasping from the

sensation, John came back into frame, sidling himself right up to my

step mom's writhing backside. His cock was hard, and glistening with

lube.

"Oh my God," I said aloud, pausing my stroking completely.

Sandy

moved over onto the bed, sitting next to her slowly thrusting husband.

Her point of view was her best friend's gasping face, mussed up hair,

the heart of her ass raised up. John's hard cock crested up between her

cheeks a few times before he grabbed her to steady himself.

"Oh yeah, baby," Sandy said, grasping Kelly's hand in hers.

"Oh my God." I said again.

John repositioned his cock out of view, but Kelly's moans told me exactly where it was.

"Oh yeah, yeah,” she moaned, gyrating her hips in passion, "I need it, please, "

"Oh

my God," I said, this time almost in unison with Kelly. Her eyes went

wide with surprise as John began to push, and I sat there in amazed,

horny shock as I watched my step mother get double penetrated by two

well-hung men.

They

all took a moment to process the act, laughing, giggling, and gasping

in disbelief and pleasure. Then John and Don each began to thrust.

Kelly's body lit up, and her moans came fast and loud and I saw the

intense sensation of having two men inside her at once course through

her body.

I

couldn't believe what I was seeing, and furthermore I couldn't believe

how fucking hot it was. It was something extremely taboo, something

epically private, and it only made it hotter. I should have felt shame

at watching my step mother getting fucked by two men, but for the first

time in my life, I didn't see my step mother, I saw Kelly, a real, human

woman. I saw a gorgeous, sexy woman with needs and desires exploring

herself and seeking out pleasure. It was the look on her face, however,

that started my hand stroking my cock once again.

There,

with a cock in her ass, and another in her cunt, each thrusting away,

Kelly had a look of pure excitement and joy on her face. She was loving

it.

I

stroked myself hard and fast now, along with the three grunting,

fucking bodies on the screen. Soon the breaths got more ragged, the

moans louder, and Kelly began to shudder and shake.

She was going to cum. My step mother Kelly had two cocks in her, and they were about to make her cum.

There

was a chorus of "Yes" leaping out of Kelly's body like a mantra, and

then suddenly her body shot upward, her head whipped back, and she

exploded in orgasm.

Not

missing a beat, John grabbed her hair and pulled, fucking her harder,

and that seemed to only intensify Kelly's pleasure. This scene caused a

chain reaction, and Kelly's body became the center of the orgasmic

universe as Don shuddered, shook, and loudly announced his own orgasm as

he pumped my step mother full of his cum.

I

saw Kelly smile, and then only a few pumps later, John began to groan

as well. His thrusting became erratic, and he momentarily lost focus,

causing his cock to slip all the way out of Kelly's ass, cresting upward

between her cheeks on the next thrust. This sudden emptiness led Kelly

to look back over her shoulder just in time for John's cock to erupt.

Kelly

and Sandy both yelped excitedly as thick white cum leapt out of John's

cock like bullets, peppering the side of Kelly's face, and even reaching

Sandy's stomach, before the other streams slathered Kelly's back and

ass in an impressive display.

They

all laughed, and Kelly turned back toward the camera, John's fresh cum

on her cheek accenting the beaming, satisfied smile on her face.

It

was this sight, of Kelly, covered in love, fully satisfied in her

carnal activities that set me off, and for the second time in two nights

my balls burst and soiled my shirt with my own pleasure.

I began to wind down, still not fully comprehending what I had just watched and experienced.

On

the screen the four lovers took stock themselves, with Sandy being sure

to get every angle of Kelly's splattered body before the three fell to

the bed, spent and exhausted.

"How do you feel, Kell?" Sandy asked, pointing the camera down at her best friend, tucked tight between these two men.

"Amazing," Kelly responded, and gave a final, satisfied smile and wave to the camera before the video shut off.

I

sat there in silence, bewildered, wet with my own cum. I knew now why

Tara had given me such an excited, knowing look when I asked her about

the video. It was amazing; KELLY was amazing. She was experiencing acts

and sensations that were by no means normal or proper, and there wasn't a

hint of embarrassment or shame about her in any way. She was enjoying

herself, and proudly owning it.

Tara was right; I did need to see it for myself.

Chapter 23: Tim gets some after-work training

Breakfast was interesting.

I

had the day off, at least until I met up with my boss after closing, so

I was in no rush when I went downstairs into my own family's apartment

to start my day. I did my best not to make any noise, but my step mom

Kelly was already up and in the process of making breakfast.

"Oh, hi, honey," she said in a flustered tone, with a big, surprised smile, "don't you have work?"

That

smile. I had seen that smile in a whole different context the night

before, watching one of Sandy and Don's secret sex videos. This one in

particular just happened to feature my step mother Kelly taking two

cocks at the same time and loving it. Despite the massive load I shot

jerking off to it, I was still processing what I saw. Who I saw.

"Day off" was all I could muster. She smiled a nervous smile again and went back to her cooking.

I

hadn't ever noticed her body, or thought of her as a sexual creature

before (I mean she was my step-mom, after all), but after watching that

video, it was all I could think about. Sweatpants and an oversized

pajama shirt may have been her choice of attire this morning, but I knew

what was underneath it.

"Do you, uh, would you like something to eat?" She said, with an unusually shaky lilt to her voice.

"Uh, sure,” I said slowly. She nervously kept brushing some strands of fallen hair back over her ear. Something was up.

"Great,

no problem," she said as she started to dart around the kitchen,

looking for things, but never seeming to find them. "Let me just, uh, "

She

was distracted. I looked around the kitchen searching for something out

of order, something to tip me off as to why she was acting so weird,

when my eyes fell on the kitchen table. There were already two place

settings out.

"Is Alexa home?" I asked, trying to mask my suspicious tone.

"Nope, she stayed with a friend last night." She pushed the strands over her ear again. "Why?"

Before I could follow up, another voice came from the hallway. A man's voice.

"Umm, that smells so good, babe!"

I

saw Kelly scrunch her face up in an embarrassed, "busted" expression,

and looked over to the hall to see Brian, freshly showered, walking in

to join us.

"Oh,

I,” he timidly offered as he saw the situation. He and Kelly shared a

nervous look, and then he turned back to me. "Hey, Tim, how's it going?"

He awkwardly offered his hand out and I shook it. It was impossible not

to wonder where that hand had been the night before. Or even this

morning.

"Maybe um; " Kelly began, but Brian quickly took the hint.

"Yeah,

you know, I forgot, I gotta get going." Kelly and he shared another

awkward look, he told her he'd call her later, and then he slunk out the

front door.

Eyebrows raised I turned toward my step mom and watched her begin to turn a deep shade of red.

"So!" I said, sitting down at the table, "Whatchya cooking?"

Later,

in the shower, I couldn't stop thinking about the conversation Kelly

and I shared over breakfast. She did her best to awkwardly explain the

situation, but I assured her it was fine.

"I really didn't want you to find out like this," she had said, "I know you knew we were seeing each other, but, "

But

she didn't want me to know she was fucking him. She wanted the chaste

illusion she had painted for me for so many years to remain intact.

Well, that was long gone, that's for sure.

"I

just, I didn't want you to think it meant I had forgotten about your

father, or that I love him any less. Because I still love him very much

Tim, and I still love you very much too. I didn't want you to think less

of me."

Imagine

me thinking less of this saint of a woman just because she wanted to

get laid. If anything I understood her more than she would know; my cock

was basically driving the ship at this point in my life, and making my

day to day very complex.

"I would never, Kel," I said, taking her hand,” I know that dad would want you to be happy. And that's what I want too."

"Thanks,

Tim, that means a lot," she said, and kissed my hand. Kissed my hand

with lips that no doubt were wrapped around Brian's cock last night.

Replaying the conversation as I showered, my mind couldn't help but

wander. Had he cum in her mouth? Did she swallow? Did she take him in

her ass as well?

It

was a strange feeling; I didn't want to fuck her, at least I didn't

think I did, but I had a really hard time not thinking about her GETTING

fucked.

I

felt my cock start to swell, and quickly did my best to shake the

thoughts, but the best I could do was turn them to Brian. What must it

be like to fuck both a mother and her daughter? There was a disc labeled

"BRIAN" in Sandy and Don's basket of home movies; was Kelly on that one

too? I thought maybe I should check when I got back from training that

night.

I

shook off these thoughts, and finished my shower, balls still full.

Kelly had suggested we go shopping for some college dorm stuff together

on my day off, probably as a way to make up for what I had walked into

this morning, and I didn't think I'd be able to look her in the eye if I

had only minutes before pleasured myself to the thought of her writhing

on a hard cock.

Toweling

off I turned my head toward the window out of habit, hoping to catch a

glimpse of Sarah through her bedroom window. What I was met with,

however, stopped my toweling completely, as freshly hung curtains on her

window now blocked any line of sight I had into her room.

I

paused, worried for a moment, but then chalked it up to something that

was bound to happen eventually. But even still, as I got dressed and

headed out with Kelly, something about it didn't sit right with me.

Walking

around the store with Kelly, I thought it might have been difficult to

keep my mind off of her sexual exploits past and present, but I had some

history with the store we ended up in, and that took up the lion share

of my mind.

We

were in the store Christine worked in; the very store where she

clandestinely led me to the changing rooms and sucked my cock until I

came on her face.

It was a nice memory, one I replayed in my mind while Kelly was a few aisles away looking at towels.

"Hey, I know you!" I heard from behind me, breaking me out of my day dream.

Turning

toward the sound I was greeted by the big, beaming smile of Talia, the

voluptuous Korean girl I had met at Christine's pool party. I had been

taken by her outgoing nature (not to mention the sway and jiggle of her

considerable breasts and ass), and the evening ended with us exchanging

online contact info which I had not as of yet followed up on. A lot had

happened since then, and it wasn't exactly at the front of my mind.

"Oh hey!" I said, matching her bright energy, "how's it going'?"

"It's

good, I'd rather be out by the pool again though," she said with a kick

of her hips. I could tell it was the truth. She wore a tight, zip up

hoodie that held her breasts in a way to make me wonder if she had

anything else on under it, and extremely short shorts that hugged her

beautiful ass like a child hugs a teddy bear. Her thick legs extended

down to painted toes in flip flops. Clearly this girl wanted to enjoy

the sun, probably in as little clothing as polite society allowed.

"Yeah that was fun," I said casually, "hopefully Christine throws another party soon."

"Aw, what do we need her for?" Talia said with a suggestive smile, "I'm not enough company for you?"

I

chuckled nervously, then tried to change the subject by asking what she

was shopping for. That Cheshire grin just came back as she held up a

black, lacy push up bra and what I have to assume was the world's

smallest bikini.

"Wanna

help me try them on?" She said with a wink, nodding her head toward the

changing rooms. Did she know what had gone on in those changing rooms?

Was she serious? Or was she just being cheeky?

I

chuckled nervously again, not knowing how to respond. My blushing face

only made her bolder; if only she knew why I was blushing,

"Listen,"

she said, taking a step toward me, "don't think I haven't noticed you

never messaged me" she began. I tried to make an excuse, but she cut me

off. "It's fine, I get it. I know how guys get when they set their

sights on "Pristine Christine," but I gotta tell you, you're barking up

the wrong tree, boy."

I

scrunched my face up in confusion at the nickname. She took another

step towards me and her finger idly played with the string of her

hoodie.

"Wouldn't you rather set your sights on someone who might actually Show you something?"

I

was momentarily frozen for a few reasons. Namely because Talia was

confirming my suspicions beyond just Christine that the church kids were

all horny little fucks, and secondly because she clearly had no idea of

Christine's true nature. To Talia, "Pristine Christine" was just the

perfect little pastor's daughter, the paragon of virtue, not the

erotically-charged cum fiend I had so wonderfully been experiencing as

of late.

"Gimme

your phone," she said, reaching for my pocket. I didn't stop her. She

typed her number into my phone, then sent herself a text message.

"There," she said, handing it back, "now you have no excuse. Gimme a

ring sometime and maybe we can find ourselves a pool, or a Jacuzzi, "

She

popped the phone back into my hands, gave me a final smile and wink,

turned and padded off. Her ass swayed delightfully beneath her tight

shorts, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would look like while I

fucked her from behind.

Good God these church girls were something else.

"So are you looking forward to the church camping trip?" Kelly asked me as we waited in the checkout line.

The

camping trip; God, there had been so much going on recently that I

almost forgot about it. It would be the last activity I would do in our

church's youth group before aging out and heading off to college to

start my life. If you had asked me a year ago if I was excited I'd give a

halfhearted reply, but now the thought of three days in the woods with

Christine and her raging libido sent some bulk to my dick.

"Actually yeah," I said with an involuntary smirk that I tried my best to hide.

"Yeah, it sounds like a good time. Are you excited to spend time with Christine?"

I felt my face flush immediately at the unexpected question.

"I, uh,” I stumbled, “what do you mean?"

"Oh

come on, Tim," she said with her own smirk, "you've been spending a lot

of time with her lately; I know exactly what's going on with you two."

I flushed again. There was no way she could;

"You've got a crush on her, don't you?" she said with a motherly lilt.

I

suddenly let out the breath I didn't know I had been holding, and

instantly relaxed. I hadn't been savvy enough to dodge the speculations

completely, but thankfully Kelly only had the most virtuous assumptions

about my time spent with Christine. She had no clue about the wet,

sticky truth.

But

even so, I considered her question. Christine and I were good friends

who had recently added a new, exciting layer of intimacy to our

relationship, but despite all the physical exploits we shared, I had

never fully considered my actual feelings for her.

"Yeah," I said slowly, coming to realize the truth of the situation, "I think maybe I do."

"How does she feel about you?" Kelly said, eyebrows raised

Visions of Christine covered in my cum, her cunt wet and spasming for me flashed through my mind.

"You

know, I don't really know." It was true. We had never talked about it.

We had our arrangement, but was I just a piece of trustworthy meat to

her, or did she actually have feelings for me she wasn't ready to admit

to? "Do you think I should ask her?"

"Honestly

I don't know, honey," Kelly said, her response surprising me, "you're

both going to different schools in the fall, and, it might not be worth

the heartache." She had a faraway look in her eye, as though she spoke

from some lived experience. "The butterflies you get from puppy love and

a good crush is fantastic, don't get me wrong, all I'm saying is you

might want to leave it at that with her."

She

had a point. Christine and I both knew when and where this was going to

end. Was there any point to thinking any differently?

"I'd

say for now enjoy your time together. Make good memories for the

summer, but leave them at that; pleasant history you can look back and

smile at."

She smiled a saddened smile and patted my hand again.

"Thanks

Kel," I said, returning her smile. "Aren't you supposed to tell me to

be safe or offer to buy me condoms or something now?" I said, lightening

the mood. Kelly just laughed.

"Timmy,

I hate to break it to you, but I don't think Christine is exactly the

kind of girl a mother needs to worry about." We both laughed. I laughed

because she wasn't wrong; my dick wasn't getting anywhere near

Christine's cunt, and I knew that; but I also laughed because she had no

idea where my dick had already been.

I loved Kelly. She was a great step mother. Infinitely supportive, endlessly kind; I was lucky to have her.

On

my way to work training, I thought about what she had said, but it

wasn't Christine I was thinking about, it was Tara. We hadn't yet talked

since our mutual masturbation session the other night, but we

desperately needed to. We needed to parse out what was going on, and

where it was going from here.

I

thought about what I would say if Tara said she wanted to be my

girlfriend, and I found myself instantly saying yes. We were so close

already, such great friends, clearly both hot for each other, and that

body, good lord how I wanted to experience everything our bodies had to

offer each other.

But Kelly's words rang loudly in my head.

I

loved Tara, she was my best friend; was I prepared to potentially blow

that up at the end of the summer just for a couple months of hot sex?

And what about Christine?

I

found myself overthinking things wildly. Tara and I were getting lunch

tomorrow, and hopefully we could start to sort things out then.

As I pulled into the parking lot of the closed store I found myself actually happy for the distraction.

Walking

into my store, the rest of the crew was already gone. It was very

empty, and at first I thought maybe I got the day wrong, until I heard a

voice boom out from down the aisle.

"You're late, Mr. Miller."

It

was Letty. I heard the clicking of her shoes before I saw her; a

clicking that I was not used to hearing from her footwear. I turned

toward the sound and saw her head gliding above the tops of the shelves,

but it wasn't until the rest of her body cleared the end of the aisle

that I saw the origin of the strange sound.

From

the waist up, she was the same old Letty: severely tight ponytail,

tightly pursed lips, long neck leading into a white blouse. But from the

waist down was a real surprise: instead of the sensible khaki slacks

and functional shoes of our work uniform, Letty wore a tight, black

skirt that stretched 3/4 of the way down her thighs. Directly below was a

tantalizing glimpse of bare skin that served as a buffer between her

skirt and the source of the new clicking sound: shiny, leather, black,

knee-high boots with stiletto heels.

"I said eight o'clock," she said curtly, crossing her arms across her chest.

"It's like eight-o-five!" I said back, looking at the clock on my phone.

"So

you are five minutes late!" Letty clicked her way closer to me. Her

hips swayed back and forth hypnotically beneath her tight skirt. She

stopped in front of me, but only just; this was the closest I had ever

been to her.

Her

hand dropped down and snatched the phone from my hands. "You won't be

needing this." She dropped it behind the lip of the nearby service desk.

"From here on out I am in control, do you understand?"

"Listen,

what the hell is this, huh?" I said, starting to get fed up with her

bullshit. Letty took another sudden step forward, and now her body was

practically touching mine; she was so close I could smell her. She

smelled good.

"I

said from here on out I am in control. You will listen to me, you will

do what I say, and you will learn, am I clear?" she stared through me

with piercing blue eyes. Her skin smelled like bubblegum. It was

intoxicating.

"Yeah, I,” I found myself weakening to her assertiveness. "Yeah, crystal."

She

took in a long, slow breath, and for the first time since I began

working there I saw a smile pull at her lips. "Perfect. Now come with

me."

She

started off down the nearest aisle and my eyes fell immediately to her

tight, pert ass. This was the proverbial ass you could bounce a quarter

off of. I had no idea Letty had a body like this. And what was going on

here? What was she doing, she never dressed like this. And she was being

pretty intense tonight, even for her.

She turned the corner into her office, and waved me inside.

Her Spartan layout left room for nothing but efficiency. A desk, a light, and a single chair positioned in front.

"Sit." she snapped. There was a certain heat coming off her now, and I swore I could see her nipples through her blouse.

I did as I was told.

"Tim,

I have a certain set of goals I need to achieve here, certain needs to

be met, and in order to do that, I need you to be able to follow

directions. To be receptive to, training." She crossed her legs in front

of her, and this time I was positive her skirt was shorter. "Are you

someone who can follow directions?"

I

was gawking now. My uptight boss was practically smoldering. I had no

idea what was going to happen next, but I knew the answer to her

question: "yes."

"Good."

Letty uncrossed her legs and stepped her booted legs out to each side,

riding her skirt up so almost her entire thigh was now visible. I felt

the blood start to rush to my cock even before she said the next words:

"on your knees."

"What?" I croaked out, swallowing hard.

"I

said on your KNEES." Her tone was assertive and strong. Her ice-blue

eyes bore a hole right through me. I was helpless. I was nervous. I was

hard.

I slipped off the chair and onto my knees.

"Crawl to me."

I hesitated. She did not like that.

"I will noT tell you again."

There

was no doubt that I could have gotten up then and there and walked out,

quit, and never looked back at this bullshit job. That would have been

the sensible thing to do, but of course there is nothing sensible about

the brain of a horned-up 18 year old.

And so I crawled the short distance until I found myself looking up at my boss from between her leather stiletto boots.

"Good,"

she said, and ran her hand through my hair. It was almost tender, until

I felt her grab it tight and tip my head back. "You are a slacker, Tim

Miller," she said assertively, but not angrily, "and I am going to teach

you how to do what you're told. I promise I will take care of you, but

you are going to do whatever I say and answer to my every whim, and when

you do, you're going to say 'Yes, mistress,' or you can leave right

now. Are you willing to do this?"

I

was in her total control. I could feel the heat of her body emanating

off of her. Letty had transformed from uptight shift manager into

smoldering sex goddess. There was only one thing I could say.

"Yes, mistress."

"Good,"

she said, a smile finally threatening to form on her lips. She was a

spider and I was her fly. I felt her hand pull my hair tighter before

giving me my first command: "Now, let's see what you're made of. You're

going to lick my cunt now, Tim, and I am going to fuck your face until I

am satisfied, do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress," I croaked out. I was hard as a rock, and my mouth actually began to water.

Letty

smiled that slight, satisfied smile again and lifted the front of her

skirt. She wore nothing underneath, and I was presented with her

smooth-shaven lips, already swollen and wide with arousal. I felt a tug

on my hair, and suddenly my lips touched the steaming flesh of my boss's

cunt.

Letty

tasted good. The sweet tang of her juices excited me, and I moaned into

her as my tongue began to explore. This was notable for a few reasons,

because not only was this my boss's cunt I currently had my tongue

buried in, but also it was only the second cunt I had licked in my life,

and the first since Stephanie.

I

was using every trick Stephanie taught me about pleasing a woman with

my mouth, but Letty knew what she wanted. Her hips started humping

against my lips while her hand still tight on my hair directed me to the

pleasure points of her dripping center. She was fucking my face, using

me for her own pleasure. Just like she said she would.

The

heat coming off of Letty's sweet core was intoxicating and as her

breathing began to quicken, her grip on my head grew tighter, her

grinding against me more deliberate. I could feel the meat of her thigh

tremble against my head every time my tongue sent an intense spark of

pleasure through her, but there were no moans, no audible expressions of

pleasure, save for sharp, deep breaths, short holds, and a forceful

release through her nose.

I

missed those sounds. The moans, the wanton gasps. Letty was in complete

control of her own pleasure, denying me any immediate gratification of

the work I was doing. It was cruel, but somehow it also made me want to

please her even more. I wanted to make her cum so hard she'd have no

choice but to cry out.

I

lapped and sucked at my boss's cunt hungrily, her thighs starting to

vibrate and shake against me more and more, and then I felt a second

hand in my hair, gripping me tight, commanding me to keep doing exactly

what I was doing. Letty's breaths became quicker, yet never out of

control, until her legs squeezed tight against me, and she sucked in

three, sharp, fast breaths, holding the last one in for an extended

period of time.

There was no noise, no cries, but I knew this was it. She was cumming.

Her

body trembled, shook, then grew tense and still for a moment, before

relaxing along with the long, slow exhale of her held breath. The hands

on my hair loosened their grip, and Letty drew my glistening face away

from her swollen lips.

"Good boy," she said dispassionately, "now stand up."

"Yes, mistress," I said without thinking, and got to my feet.

"Remove your pants and underwear," Letty said as she straightened her skirt, bringing her tightly manicured appearance back.

"Yes

mistress," I said again, almost eagerly this time. I had no issue

following this command, as I was hard as a rock from the tongue lashing I

gave her, and desperate to cum. I couldn't wait to fill this woman up,

or possibly cum in her mouth, or even on her. My mistress was going to

get every drop I had.

I

turned away from her, wanting to make a small show of my big reveal.

After kicking my pants and underwear off, giving her a full look at my

backside, I turned back toward her, presenting my

considerable erection for her viewing pleasure.

Letty looked at me, then looked down at my cock. She studied it for a moment, and then reacted with a stoic "I see."

It wasn't exactly the response I was hoping for.

I

didn't have time to stroke my bruised ego, however, as she quickly

commanded me to sit down, which I did with an obedient "yes, mistress."

Her stilettos clicked against the floor as she slowly approached me. She

put a hand on my face, and ran her thumb across my lips.

Then,

without saying a word, she stepped her legs to either side of me. My

cock stretched upward painfully, desperately reaching for her body.

"When

we are together, your pleasure belongs to me, do you understand?" she

said, looking down at me as she straddled me in the chair

I didn't, exactly, but responded as she insisted.

Letty

reached down between us, and I sighed as she grasped my cock,

positioning the head at her velvet opening. Fitting it snuggly between

her lips, she began to lower herself down, slowly sliding me inside her.

Letty's

cunt was extremely tight, but also extremely wet, so while I slid in

easily, but slowly, the pressure on my cock was like nothing I had ever

felt before.

I

watched her face for any sign of pleasure or excitement, but she would

give me no satisfaction. I took it as a challenge, and we began a sort

of game of sexual chicken, to see who would crack first at the

sensations we were sharing.

I

lost the game when I felt Letty's thighs settle on mine, moaning loudly

as the full length of my erection bottomed out inside her.

Letty cocked one eyebrow at me in victory.

We

both sat there silently, breathing together, taking in the stimulation

of each other's bodies. Much like my oral ministrations, Letty's cunt

was only the second cunt I had ever had my dick inside, and the first

cunt I had been inside since Steph; the feeling was overwhelming. My

cock twitched and buzzed inside her; her sweet vagina had such an

intense, complete envelopment of me that I felt I might cum without any

movement at all.

Letty

had all of me inside her; right now, this woman owned me; but the

coursing of hormones and pleasure-fueling chemicals through my body made

me want more. I wanted to tear the blouse off of her and suck her hard

nipples. And those thighs; those pale, strong thighs teasing me from

below her skirt, locking me into place beneath her, I needed to feel

them.

My hands started to rise, but just as my hands touched her hot flesh, she slapped them away.

"What did I say?" she said sternly.

I

stammered, surprised at her violent reaction, then remembered her

earlier declaration: "My pleasure, belongs to you, Mistress."

She ran her hand through my hair, passing her thumb over my lips again. "Yes. And I mean it."

With

that her hips began to move, and I cried out again as her vice-like

cunt began to slide up my length at an excruciatingly slow pace. Every

inch of me felt the squeeze of her lips, and when she reached my tip she

began the equally excruciatingly euphoric slide back down to the root.

Her

pace quickened with each trek up and down my slick pole, and soon she

found a steady rhythm. My breath grew more and more ragged, and my whole

body began to buzz; Letty wasn't lying, she was in complete control of

my pleasure. And I was loving it. I felt her hands gripping my neck and

shoulders as she bounced on my cock, methodically driving me closer and

closer to the edge. The fact that I couldn't touch her just focused all

my senses to my hard, vibrating cock. My balls felt like concrete,

pulled tight and high, locking and loading for my impending explosion.

"Oh

my God," I croaked out, eyes shut, "oh my fucking God,” and then

suddenly I felt a tight pull at my hair. My eyes popped open.

"Don't you dare cum until I tell you to, do you hear me?" She gasped between her own deepening breaths, "don't you Dare cum."

"Yes, yes, mistress,” I eked out, starting to lose all sense of everything as my body practically lit on fire.

"Don't you dare," she commanded again, "don't you dare!"

"Yes, mistress!" I practically shouted, the tension inside me about to reach its breaking point.

"Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to cum for your mistress?" Letty hissed as she fucked me senseless.

"Yes, mistress," I cried, "Yes mistress, I'm going to fucking cum for you, oh my God!"

I

felt my body careen toward the edge, and then right at the last second,

right before I exploded, all of a sudden the sensation of her hot,

slick cunt was gone, and all I felt on my cock was cool night air.

I

frantically looked down, only to see that Letty had disengaged

completely, and stepped back away from me. I was so confused. My cock

was practically screaming. I needed release, and desperately raised my

hand up with the intention of finishing myself off before I went insane,

but was stopped by a loud, booming, "no."

Body

abuzz with unreleased tension, balls turning bluer by the second, I

couldn't form a coherent word, but my eyes pleaded with her.

I was denied.

"I

told you, when you are here, your pleasure belongs to me. You did not

believe me, and so as a punishment for such a transgression, you do not

get to cum."

"Please,

mistress!" I begged, too drunk on my pent up orgasm to register the

smile that crept over her face. The way I begged told her she had me.

"No." she said assertively again. "Now gather your things and leave."

Shell

shocked, confused, and cum drunk, I answered my mistress in the

affirmative, and in a daze put my pants back on and struggled to wedge

my raging erection into them.

Just reaching the door to her office, I heard Letty call to me from her desk lip perch.

"Just

know before you leave, in this building, if you do what I say, when I

say it, I can show you pleasures you've never even dreamed of, Tim. But

you must obey me."

Looking

at her, pert ass propped on the edge of her desk, I wasn't looking at

my boss, I was looking at a sex goddess. A sex goddess who demanded to

be worshiped. A sex goddess who would reward when pleased, and punish

when not.

"Yes, Mistress."

I wanted to please her more than anything else in my life.

She smiled a wicked smile. "Good. I'll see you on Monday."

To be continued in Part 15

By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.