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“Harder… Harder,” Mary whispered in my ear. I responded by driving my steel hard cock deeper into her soaking wet cunt. Mary was straddling my hips, her short red skirt pulled up over her firm ass cheeks. A pair of silk panties laid on the floor next to the couch where we were hurriedly making love. She was whispering so she would not alert her two daughters, who were supposed to be taking a bath. The only sound was our hard breathing and an occasional slap of flesh as I buried my self deep into her. I could feel the cum begin to rise up from my balls, and propel itself deep into her golden-haired vagina. She buried her face into my shoulder as an orgasm swept through her body, her pubic muscles milking the jism from my cock. As her spasms subsided, we kissed passionately, our tongues fighting with each other. Mary slowly raised herself off of my now limp cock. Her small, firm breasts, the quarter sized nipples still hard and covered with my saliva, stuck through her unbuttoned blouse. Although she will turn forty later this year, her body was still as firm as any eighteen year old. “Thanks,” she said, “I really did need that.” “Now hurry and get cleaned up so we can get back over to Mom and Dad’s house.” I stood up and slipped off to the bathroom, holding my pants up with my hand so I wouldn’t get any of our juices on them. Jill and Jeri, Mary’s seven year old twins had gotten into Dad’s garden at our parent’s house and gotten filthy. We were in the middle of a family reunion and Mary had asked if I wanted to come along while she ran them home to get a quick bath and change clothes. As soon as the two girls were safely in the tub, we had jumped each other, not even bothering to take off our clothes as we passionately made love. Our love affair has been going on for almost thirty years now. Even though I live up north and only make it home about once a year, we always find a chance to renew the passion we have known since we were xxx. We both are married and have our own families, but our spouse’s will never have the special bond and passion that flows between my sister and I. ******* ******* ******* Chapter One Our story began twenty nine years ago in the summer of 1967. I was twelve years old and Mary had just turned eleven. We were born only months apart and had always been good friends and playmates. We lived in a mid-sized industrial city in the upper south. Although we lived in a suburban area, none of the xxx who lived real close to us were our age. We had been born at the end of the baby boom, and most of the neighbor’s xxx were in high school and starting college. Our father was an engineer at the big industrial plant in town, and our mother stayed at home with us. We lived in a modest split level house. Our bedrooms shared a common bath at the end of the hall.. Our little brother David was born in the spring of 1967. Our parents had sat us down and explained where babies come from soon after Mom found out she was pregnant. One day soon after school was out for the summer, Mary and I were playing in the tree house that Dad had built for us. It was built in a large oak tree near the back corner of our property. The tree house was about six feet square with a roof and windows on each side. We had taken old blankets and pillows we had found in the basement up to it so it was very comfortable. Mary had to go inside to use the bathroom, but quickly came running back to the tree house. “Come on,” she said, “You have to see this.” I followed her to the back door of the house. She put her finger to her lips and motioned me to be quiet. We eased open the back door and slid into the house. Mary and I tip-toed across the kitchen floor to the top of the stairs. We could see down into the den through the railing. Our house did not have air conditioning, so it was very warm inside. I guess it was because of the heat and the fact that we had been playing outside that Mom had taken off her blouse and bra, and was nursing David topless. Before this, she had always been very careful to go into the nursery and close the door before nursing him. Although I had seen plenty of pictures, I had never seen a grown woman’s breasts in real life. My mother was a very petite woman, but her breasts seemed huge. They were capped by nipples that must have been two inches across. As we watched, Mom shifted the baby from one breast to the other. The nipple that he had been sucking at was hard and stuck out about a half inch. I could feel my dick rising in my shorts as we watched. After watching this for a couple of minutes, Mary touched me on the shoulder and motioned for us to leave. We slipped back out the door and ran across the backyard toward the tree house. As we climbed the ladder, I looked up and caught a glimpse of Mary’s white panties up the leg of her shorts. Mary sat down on one of the pillows, and I laid face down next to her on a blanket, trying to hide the bulge in my shorts. “Did you see her boobies?” Mary said. “I hope mine get that big someday.” This surprised me because Mary had never said anything of a sexual nature to me before. Even though we shared a bathroom, I had not seen Mary naked since we were 3 or 4 years old and still took baths together. She always locked the door on my side of the bathroom whenever she was in it. We had never played “doctor” or anything else. Over the last year I had tried to get a peek at her as she dressed, but had not had any luck. As we talked about what we had seen, my hard-on continued to throb. I desperately needed to jack off. I was hoping that Mary would go the house to pee as she was originally going to, but she continued to talk about seeing Mom nurse the baby. Mary moved down and laid down on the blanket next to me. “I wonder what it feels like?” Mary asked. “She looked like she was enjoying it,” I replied, “It almost looked like she was asleep.” Mary closed her eyes and reached up and rubbed her hand over the small bump in her T-shirt where her breasts had just began to swell. My cock was rock hard, and straining to get out of my underwear. I reached down and rubbed it, the sensations jolting through my body. I reached up the leg of my shorts and pulled it out of the restraints of my underwear, hoping to ease some of the pressure. As I pulled it free of my briefs, I could hold back no more as thin streams of almost clear cum began to erupt from the head, spattering on Mary’s legs. Mary quickly sat up and looked down at her legs. My hard cock was still in my hand, and a thin stream of cum spit out of the head and landed on her leg. She pushed me back and scrambled out of the way. “You peed on me!” she yelped, ” I’m telling Mom!” I grabbed her and pulled her back down on the pillow. “I didn’t pee on you,” I said. “That’s what happens when a boy gets excited.”sex fantasy taboo storiesMy hard-on was still hanging out of the leg of my shorts, and a drop of cum still hung on the bright red head. “I couldn’t help it,” I continued, “It just happened.” Mary was staring in fascination at my hard cock. “Your thing is all big and red,” she said after a few moments. “That’s what happens when I get excited,” I repeated. “What made you excited?” she asked. “Seeing Mom’s titties,” I replied, “I’ve never seen real ones before.” Mary looked at me questionably so I went on. “Remember when Mom and Dad told us about where babies come from.” Mary nodded. “Well when a boy sees a girl’s titties, his dick gets all hard and excited.” “His dick?” she asked. “That’s what you call a boy’s thing,” I answered. By this time mine had wilted and disappeared back up the leg of my shorts. “Then the boy puts his dick in the girl’s pussy..” “Pussy?” she asked. “Your pee hole…” and then he shoots his stuff in her to make her have a baby.” “I don’t believe you,” Mary said, “That thing wouldn’t go into my pee hole, it’s too big.” “Yes it will,” I replied, “I’ve got pictures to prove it.” “Where?” Our conversation was suddenly broken up by Mom calling us in for lunch. We left the topic hanging as we ran inside. Mom had put her blouse and bra back on, but I could see a small wet spot where one of her breasts was leaking. Mom announced that we were going to the community pool that afternoon, so I didn’t have a chance to prove anything to Mary. Chapter Two The next afternoon, Mary and I were back in the tree house. I had brought with me my favorite jack off pictures. They consisted of three old black and white pages from a porno magazine that one of my friends had swiped from his brother. They showed various pictures of a big titted blond woman fucking and sucking a guy. One picture even showed him stuffing his cock up her ass. I kept these pictures hidden in the cutout pages of an old book in my bedroom. “See…I told you that’s what happens,” I said proudly. I pulled the pictures from my pocket and carefully spread them out on the floor of the tree house. Mary looked at them with amazement in her eyes, slowly turning them over and looking at all of them. “I still don’t see how you can get your thing inside a girl’s pee hole,” she said. As we looked at the pictures, I could feel my dick start to harden inside my shorts. As I reached down to adjust it, Mary noticed and asked, “is your thing getting all big again?” I nodded yes and quickly pulled my hand out of my shorts in embarrassment. “Can I see it?” she asked. I was shocked to hear that, but I slowly pulled my shorts and underwear down over my hips. My hard-on sprung back up against my belly. Mary gasped but could not take her eyes off of it. She slowly reached out her hand and touched it with a finger. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the blood engorged head. “Use your whole hand,” I said, and reached down and wrapped her fingers around my five inch erection. “Not too tight,” I said as she squeezed a little too hard. I showed her how to move her hand up and down. “This is how you make a guy cum,” I said. “Cum?” she asked quizedly. “Like yesterday when you thought I was peeing.” “Oh, you mean when that stuff comes out of your…..dick?” she asked haltingly. “Yeah, that’s what Mom and Dad were talking about when they told us about the sperm and egg stuff,” I replied. Mary continued to stroke up and down on my rock hard cock. “Don’t stop, I’m going to cum!” I moaned as the sperm rose up from my balls and began to erupt from the slit in my cockhead. Mary just stared as spurt after spurt of the clearish liquid spewed from my cock and dribbled down her hand. Her hand never stopped moving up and down, milking the cum from my dick. It was the first orgasm I had ever had that had not been courtesy of my own right hand, and it had been very intense. Mary finally let go of my shrinking cock and wiped her hand on one of the blankets that lay on the floor of the tree house. I was sitting on one of the pillows with my shorts and underwear around my ankles. “Now you have to show me your pee hole,” I said. “Mom said I shouldn’t ever show it to anybody,” Mary complained. “Well she said I shouldn’t ever show anybody my thing,” I replied, “but I showed it to you.” Mary thought about this a second, then reluctantly got to her knees. She unsnapped and unzipped her pink shorts and slid them down her legs. I can still remember the white cotton panties she wore underneath. A small spot of moisture had soaked through at the junction of her slim thighs. “The panties too,” I demanded. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of the white cotton and pushed them down to her knees. By this time I had shaken my shorts off my legs and was sitting in just a T-shirt. Mary sat back down, and I reached over and pulled her shorts and panties off. She was shyly keeping her legs together, but I put my hands between her knees and spread her legs apart. Her hairless slit was puffy and pink. I scooted up closer to her and ran my hand up her thigh. I was finally going to get to touch a real live girl’s vagina. Mary recoiled a little but let me have my way. I ran a finger up the length of the small slit, feeling the heat and a slight wetness. Mary’s thighs seemed to part a little more. I put some pressure on my finger and the pink lips of her pussy opened up. My finger slid to the bottom of the slit, and barely entered the small opening. I did not even get up to the first knuckle before I met resistance. Mary let out a little moan, and my finger seemed to get a little wetter. Using my other hand, I spread the lips of her cunny more so I could get a better look. I noticed for the first time the small pink bump at the top of her slit. I also notice a few blond hairs that had sprouted just above the slit. I moved my thumb up and nudged the pink bump, causing Mary to flinch and moan audibly. “Do that again,” she said through clenched teeth. I dipped my finger into the moist hole to lubricate it, then began to slowly massage the flesh around the bump. Mary began to shiver and twist as I massaged her tiny clit. I continued to rub the bump, occasionally dipping my finger down to her vaginal opening to gather more moisture. Her juices were now running down the crack of her ass and making a spot on the blanket under her. After about two minutes of this , Mary arched her back and moaned loudly. “Ohhh…Ohhh….OHHHHHHHH!” she gasped and pushed my hand away from her. I sat back and watched as she squirmed on the blanket for a moment, her thighs tightly clenched together. Mary laid there for at least five minutes, her thighs slowly parting and her legs relaxing as she recovered from her first orgasm. Her hands had moved up and she was rubbing her small breasts, or at least the nipples, which were standing out hard against her T-shirt. As I laid down next to her, she rolled over and put her arms around me and hugged me close. My hard again pecker slid right between her thighs, and I could feel the wetness and heat as it settled in her slit. We ground out hips together, and I could feel my head of my cock slip into the tiny opening of her pussy. We laid there for a minute as I gently tried to push my cock just a little deeper into her opening. “MARY,” my mother yelled from the back door, “TIME FOR YOUR PIANO LESSON!” We quickly rolled apart and grabbed at our pants and underwear. I think Mary set a record for getting dressed. Luckily, we had never taken off our shoes and socks. Mary quickly climbed down from the tree house and headed for the house. I reached down and picked up the pictures that were still laying on the floor. I pushed my shorts back down off my hips and grabbed my hard cock in my right hand and stroked it until I came again. For the first time in my life, I was thinking of something other than those pictures as the sperm erupted from the slit in my cockhead. After wiping myself off on one of the blankets, I pulled my shorts back up and headed for the house. Chapter Three Two weeks passed until we had a chance to meet again in the tree house. Mary had spent a week at church camp, and the following week I had taken my turn at the camp. Since I was the only one at the camp from my area, I was able to brag that I had touched a girl’s pussy. I just didn’t tell anyone that it was my little sister’s. I was the stud of the camp, and had even gotten one of the girls to go the lake with me for some making out. Daphne had let me tongue kiss her and even let me feel her small breasts through her blouse and bra. But when I had tried to unbutton her blouse to get inside she stopped me and told me she wasn’t that kind of girl. On the night I got home, I was taking a shower in our shared bathroom when the door quietly opened and Mary peeked in. “I’ve got something to show you,” she said, “but it will have to wait until tomorrow.” I was standing in the shower after cutting off the water, and Mary was looking at my shriveled cock. The memories of our last encounter in the tree house flooded back into my mind and my dick began to grow. We heard a knock on my door, so Mary quickly jumped back into her room and closed the door. Mom walked in bringing some clean clothes. I quickly shut the door to the bathroom so she wouldn’t see my hard-on. Just after lunch the next afternoon, Mary and I headed for the tree house. Mom was putting David down for a nap, and told us to play quietly so we wouldn’t wake him. As Mary climbed the ladder above me, I looked as usual to see if I could see her panties up the leg of her shorts. I saw a quick flash of pink cotton just before she scurried into the door of the tree house. As I climbed in the door, Mary was pulling the blankets and pillows out of their box and spreading them on the floor. As I sat down on a blanket, Mary unzipped one of the pillow covers and pulled out two thin paperback books that she had hidden inside. “Kimmy found these in a trash can at camp,” she said excitedly as she handed them to me. The Wedding Night was the title of the first one. It was a slim book with a white cover. I opened it and looked at a picture of a woman in a long white gown. “It’s all about sex and stuff,” Mary said. As I flipped through the pages, I paused to read occasionally. The book described how a “modern woman” should react on her wedding night. “Your first session of intercourse may be painful, as the hymen must be torn before your husband’s penis can be fully inserted into your vagina,” read one passage. “A small amount of blood may appear as the hymen is broken.” It went on to describe the entire sexual act. “Did you read this?’ I asked as I flipped through the pages. ‘Yeah, Kimmy and I read it at camp and she let me keep it.” Kimmy was our cousin who lived across town. She was the same age as Mary. “It sounds kinda scary,” she said, “but it says it’s all natural and you should learn to enjoy it.” I set that book down and picked up the other one. There was a picture of a girl in a nurse’s uniform on the front. Her top was unbuttoned and her large breasts were spilling out of her bra. Night Nurses was the title. I recognized this as a “fuck” book. I opened it up and began to read. “Gwen tensed as Doctor Bob ran his hand under her skirt and up to her soft ass cheeks,” I read aloud, “His finger slipped under her panties and found the wet furrow of her soaking pussy.”amateur porn real sex storiesI could feel my dick harden as I read a few more lines. “Gwen dropped to her knees and began to loosen the drawstring of Doctor Bob’s surgical pants,” I continued, ” She pulled his scrubs over his hips, revealing his massive nine inch hard cock. She began to kiss and lick the purple head, pausing occasionally to take the length of it into her mouth and down her throat.” By this time, my own swollen cock had formed a tent pole in my shorts. “You’re all hard again,” she said as she stared at my crotch. She leaned over and put her hand on my hard pole. She looked at me and asked, “Can I make you spit again?” “The word is cum,” I said. I quickly pushed down my shorts and underwear as Mary grabbed on to my five inch hard-on. I laid back on the blanket as Mary stroked up and down, using some of the pre-cum that appeared on my cockhead as lubricant. I could feel the sperm start to boil in my balls as she jacked me off. “Hold on a second,” I said, putting my hand out to stop her. I slid my hand up the leg of her shorts to her panties. “You’re all wet too,” I said. “It feels all tingly down there,” she said. I reached over and pulled her shorts down off her hips. Mary sat down and pulled her shorts and panties off. I also started pulling her T-shirt over her blond head. “I want to see what your titties look like,” I explained. Her pink nipples were the size of quarters, topping mounds that had begun to swell just a little. The middle of her nipples were the size of a pencil and were sticking out. I reached up and touched one of them, and it swelled and hardened under my touch. “Take your shirt off too,” Mary said. I complied, pulling my tank top over my head. We were now both naked except for our sneakers and socks. (Several years later we talked about how we always left our shoes and socks on in case Mom called.) Mary laid down beside me, and we began to explore each other’s body. I was fascinated by her nipples, which had hardened into pencil size nubs about a quarter-inch long. I bent down and tentatively stuck out my tongue and began to lick at one, as I had seen in my porno pictures. I gently took it into my mouth and began to suck on it, much like I had seen my little brother nursing at my mother’s breast. The tiny pink bud seemed to stretch another quarter-inch before I switched to the other nipple. Mary’s hand pulled me against her chest as I licked and sucked at her nipples until they had turned a dark red color. My free hand was moving up and down Mary’s back until I finally settled it on her firm rear end. My hand slid down the crack of her ass until I found her wet pussy slit. Having no real idea about female anatomy, I began to rub the area around this wetness. I didn’t realize that what I was actually rubbing was the tight opening to her ass where her juices had run down. She was squirming and letting out small moans as I tried to force my finger into what I thought was her pussy. I was beginning to wonder how a man could get his dick into such a tight opening when her sphincter eased up and my finger slid into the tight rosebud. Mary gasped, “That’s my pooh hole,” as my finger slid all the way in. I quickly pulled my finger out in horror and began to wipe it on one of the blankets. “It’s OK,” she said, “It really felt strange, but good.” “Will you do it again?” I moved my hand back down to her ass and began to probe at the tight hole again with my finger. The muscle eased and my finger slid back into her ass, which was slick with her pussy juices. Mary squirmed and bucked up against me as my finger probed deeper into tight rosebud. As she pushed against me, I felt my steel hard cock begin to slide between her lips of her hairless cunny. Just as I thought I might slip into her tight, wet pussy, Mary reached down and began to pull on my cock. It only took a few seconds, and I was spurting my cum all over her belly and cunt. I sucked hard at one of Mary’s nipples and pushed my finger as deep as it would go into her ass, squirming it around as I pushed. Mary kind of collapsed against me as I rolled onto my back. We laid there for a minute, my finger still buried in her tight butthole. I slowly started to ease it out, and Mary gave a small gasp as it finally popped out. “That felt really good,” Mary said. We rolled apart, and both looked down at our laps. Streaks of cum covered our bellies. My dick had softened and shrunk, but Mary’s pubic mound was still red and wet. I slid my hand down and began to rub her bump, which was still moist with her juices. In about a minute, she began to squirm, and soon she arched her back and moaned as an orgasm swept through her tiny body. We laid on the blankets for several minutes, my arm around her shoulders and her head laying on my chest. I was softly stoking her still hard nipples with my fingers. After a few minutes, Mary asked what time it was. I looked at my watch and realized that David would soon be up from his nap and Mom would be looking for us. Mary wiped her belly off as best she could with one of the blankets, and we hurriedly got dressed. Chapter Four That night, after dinner, I helped Dad mow the yard, while Mary was busy with Mom in the kitchen. After we had finished our chores, we all settled down in the den to watch TV. Since it was summer, our parents let us stay up until 10:00. After watching a couple of sitcoms, a movie came on that Mom & Dad wanted to watch. It turned out to be a love story, so Mary and I were pretty bored. I was laying on the floor reading a book, and Mary was sitting in the recliner reading one of her “teen” magazines. Mom and Dad were sitting together on the couch. Occasionally when I would look over at Mary, I would notice that her hand seemed to be rubbing at the crotch of her shorts. At 10:00, Mom sent us off the bed. I continued to read my book until I saw the light in the bathroom go off. After a few minutes, I got up and put on my pajamas and went into the bathroom to pee. I thought I heard a faint moaning from Mary’s room, so I switched off the light and cracked open the door to her room. I could see in the light from a streetlight outside that Mary was rubbing her cunny. I watched for a couple of minutes, then she began to rub real fast. She arched her back and let out a low moan as she came. My own dick was rock hard by this time. I gently closed the door and eased back into my own room. Pushing my pajamas down, I started to jack off, thinking about Mary and her bald pussy. I knew that one day soon I would be able to get inside her and fuck a girl for real. As the jism began to spurt from my cock, I thought I noticed the door to the bathroom close. Mary had been peeking just like I had been! I got some tissues and wiped the cum from my chest and stomach. I continued to lay there, thinking about Mary. After a little while I heard Mom and Dad come up the stairs to get ready for bed. The door to my room opened and Mom looked in. I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. The door closed and I heard her look into Mary’s room also. I laid there for another fifteen or twenty minutes when I heard my Dad moan. Since the baby had been born, they were leaving their bedroom door open so they could hear when he woke up. I got up and went to my door, quietly opening it an inch or two. I heard another low moan. Very quietly, I opened the door and slid out into the hallway. A dim light from the nightlight in David’s room illuminated the hall. The door to my parent’s room was open about a foot. I crawled down the hall until I could see into the room. I almost gasped in shock when I looked in. The light from their bathroom partially lit the room. I could see Mom laying naked on the bed. Dad was laying between her open legs licking at her pussy! As he lifted his head from her crotch, I could see that Mom’s pussy was covered with a thick mat of dark hair. Dad wrapped one arm around her leg, and using his hand opened up her pussy lips. His head dipped back down and he began to flick at her with his tongue. Mom was squirming around on the bed and trying to be quiet. Dad’s other hand moved up her body and he began to massage her milk-swollen tits. “Careful,” I heard mom say, “They’re kinda sore from nursing.” Dad rolled her tit around with the palm of his hand. Her nipples were hard and stuck out about and inch. He slowly began to kiss his way up her body until he reached her swollen globes. He took her right nipple into his mouth and began to suck! I could see that his hand was now in Mom’s lap. He slowly inserted a finger into her pussy and began to pump it in and out. This continued for a minute as Dad nursed at her breasts, first the right, then the left. Soon, Mom pushed Dad off of her and onto his back. His hard-on was sticking straight up in the air. Her hand went down and wrapped around it and she began to slowly stroke up and down the way Mary had done to me that afternoon. She then bent her head down and took the end of his hard cock into her mouth! My hand was stroking my own hard cock as she began to slowly bob her head up and down on his hard rod. Her hand was still stroking the part of his enormous erection that she could not get into her mouth. I could hear soft slurping sounds as she sucked on him. Occasionally, she would take it out of her mouth and lick around the head like a lollipop. Dad had one hand on the back of her head, and the other was twisting in the sheets, trying to be quiet. After a couple more minutes of sucking, Dad lifted her head up. Mom let his cock pop out of her mouth and it slapped back against his stomach. She raised up and straddled him. Reaching between her legs, she pried back his cock and positioned it at the entrance to her hairy pussy. As she slowly lowered herself onto him, my own cock began to spurt it’s seed. I quickly flipped it back into my pj’s, hoping that none of it got onto the carpet. As I looked back into their room, Mom began to move up and down on Dad’s huge cock. It must have been eight or nine inches long, much longer than my measly five inches. Dad was thrusting up into her. At the same time he was massaging her huge breasts! I thought I saw something squirt out of her tits into Dad’s face. His tongue was licking at his lips and cheeks. After a couple of minutes, he pulled her down to him. He then rolled over until she was underneath him. He began to thrust himself deep into her wet pussy! I couldn’t believe I was seeing my own parents fucking. Mom began to moan a little louder and Dad’s thrusting became quicker. “I’m going to come!” Dad whispered loudly as he slammed into her harder. Mom raised up to meet his thrusts, and pulled his head down to kiss him. Even though they were trying to be quiet, moans escaped from them both as they reached their orgasm together. Dad collapsed on top of Mom, and they lay there kissing one another. As I started to slip back to my room, I heard a squeal from David’s room. He was awake! I turned and quickly crawled back to my room and closed the door. I held the doorknob until I heard Mom go into his room to pick him up. I gently eased the knob closed and quickly crawled back into bed. My pajamas were wet and sticky from the cum I had exploded into them. I grabbed some tissues and cleaned up myself as best I could. However, I knew that mom would be able to see the cum stains on my shorts if she looked close enough. I just prayed that she would be in a hurry and not notice them. I could hardly wait to tell Mary what I had seen! Chapter Five It was five days before Mary and I could meet in the tree house again. Three straight days of rain had kept us inside and under Mom’s watchful eye. Then the weekend had come and we had all our weekend chores to do while Dad was off. Just after lunch on Monday, Mom told us to go outside and play so the baby could take a nap. I told Mary to meet me in the tree house; I had something to tell her. I went out to the tree house and spread out the blankets and pillows on the floor. I then pulled the “fuck book” that Mary had found in a trash can at camp out and started to read it. The part of the book I was reading was about a young nursing student who was losing her virginity to two interns. My dick was straining against my underwear when I heard Mary coming up the ladder into the tree house. She looked at the book that I was reading and a smile crossed her face. “What is it you wanted to tell me?” she asked. I started telling her about the other night when I had seen Mom and Dad fucking. Her eyes grew wide as I told her about Dad laying between Mom’s legs licking her pussy. “He licked her pee hole?” she asked in amazement. “Yeah,” I replied, “just like they talk about in this book.” “Listen to this,” I said, and began to read from the book. “Steve ran his tongue up the young nursing student’s thigh until he reached her wet slit. He pried open the pink lips and began to slowly slide his tongue into her moist hole, tasting her sweet juices.” “Gosh,” Mary said, “that sounds kinda gross.” “Mom sure seemed to like it,” I replied, and told her about the way she was moaning and squirming on the bed.”porn incest storyNow came my big chance. “Would you like to try it?” I asked. Mary seemed to hesitate for just a second, but then a smile seemed to break across her face. “Sure…I guess so,” she replied. We looked at each other a little awkwardly. “Come here and lay down against this pillow,” I directed. As she walked up to me, I reached up and pulled down her pink shorts. Underneath them was a pair of pink bikini panties with little bears on them. “Do you like my new panties?” she asked. “Mom got them for me at the store last week.” The main thing that I noticed was that they were pulled up into her cunny, and a small moist spot was starting to appear. “Yeah, they’re cute,” I replied as I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled them down over her hips. Her bare cunny, with just a few thin blond hairs above the slit was already puffy. I helped her lay down on one of the blankets with her back propped up against a pillow. I maneuvered

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Another year, another Wimbledon, another semi-final … another match point. Tina had heard it said that history repeats itself, but this was surely pushing it. How could she have been so stupid…? She knew exactly how, of course. Ever since that fateful day this time last year, women’s tennis had changed beyond recognition. The photos in the next day’s papers had won her immediate condemnation from a bunch of people she did not care about, while also earning immediate super-celebrity status as one of the world’s leading sex symbols. The fact that she had ended up losing the match made no difference at all. The job offers came rolling in, though she politely declined all requests that she pose nude for men’s magazines, and her bank balance grew and grew…This fact was not lost on her fellow tennis starlets. At last year’s US Open, a succession of tiny microskirts made their way out on to the courts, and soon Tina found herself facing stiff competition. One girl, in particular, seemed to have hardly any inhibitions at all – her name was Laura Lessing and she had won the hearts and loins of millions of male admirers across the globe. She had first made news by wearing bright red French-cut panties under her short skirt, and though she received reprimands from numerous umpires she continued to wear similar underwear in tournament after tournament. Her skirts were generally not excessively minuscule, but they were made of such a light material that they flew up around her waist at the slightest breeze, and she was not quick to cover her modesty. She obviously adored the limelight.As did Tina, who found herself driven to further exhibitionistic acts on the court just so she could keep herself in the media spotlight. In the French Open, she had worn a skirt that only barely covered her buttocks, with lacy panties beneath. The skirt was made of a stiff material that would neither fly up nor ride up, but whenever she bent over she knew she was showing her panties to the crowds and the cameras.Her fan sites doubled in number, then trebled. Fan mail poured in, as did the contracts, and she carefully ignored the vicious backlash from conservative groups. The people she had intended to thrill were thrilled.For this year’s Wimbledon, she had prepared well. The stretchy skirt idea had been a good one, but it had been flawed. Now, however, she had ironed out the problems. A skirt had been designed and made for her specially – one that would ride up as she moved, but not too quickly. Unlike her night-club skirt of the previous year, this one would not end up around her waist. Indeed, even after the longest, most vigorous points, it would uncover no more than a centimetre of the lower curves of her buttocks. Thus she could be sexy, but safe in the knowledge that she was in control.The dress code for this Wimbledon had been re-written. With new money pouring into the game, big name sponsors had put pressure on the rules committee to allow the female players a little flexibility. In short, the players could wear skirts of any length as long as they covered the buttocks while the player was at rest and standing straight, and the underwear rules had been relaxed to permit any kind of underwear except thongs and g-strings. There had been fierce opposition to these changes, and a few resignations had occurred. But the changes had stuck.So, on the first day of the Wimbledon fortnight, Tina had strode on to the court wearing a semi-stretchy white miniskirt that covered her buttocks with almost an inch to spare, with a pair of pale blue French-cut panties underneath. The outfit had gone down a storm. Every day for the last week and a half, she had graced several pages of each and every tabloid in the country. She practically received a standing ovation every time she walked out on to the court.And today she faced Laura Lessing. Laura had received a similarly rapturous welcome on her first day, as she appeared on court wearing not only her trademark ‘flying’ skirt, but also a tight tank top through which the outline of her bra was clearly visible. The tabloids contained nearly as many photos of Laura as they did of Tina. In fact, over the last couple of days Tina had been incensed to discover herself almost marginalised by full-page spreads of Laura’s latest gimmick – a pair of French-cut panties that had been judiciously altered to turn them almost, but not quite, into a thong. And the committee did not object! This angered Tina. Laura was flouting the new rules and getting away with it!So last night, Tina had decided she was not going to be outdone in her own match. She had summoned her tailor (she never went anywhere without him these days), and given him the job of ‘editing’ her own panties. She showed him the picture of Laura’s bottom adorning the front page of The Quasar. “I want you to make mine even skimpier than that,” she said, “while still not being a thong.”Gerard’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “That … will be tricky,” he remarked. “But I’ll give it a try.”And so he had. The following morning, Tina was impressed with the result.“That will surely slip between my buttocks,” she observed critically.“It will, after a short while,” agreed Gerard. “But it’s not a thong – not quite. And I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of pulling it out of your arse every few points in front of the cameras.”Tina considered this, and a smile came to her lips. “Yes…” she said.“That will be fun.”But Martin, her manager, was outraged when he saw the garment. “You cannot wear that!” he exclaimed. “It’s hardly any bigger than the thong you wore last year! And just remember – you almost got banned from Wimbledon on account of that little stunt.”“It wasn’t a stunt!” objected Tina. “But that’s academic anyway. They’ve relaxed the rules since then, as well you know.”“But there are still rules,” Martin insisted. “And one of them is that thongs aren’t allowed.”“This isn’t a thong,” said Tina.“It virtually is. And when it’s bunched up between your butt cheeks, who’s going to know the difference?”“Who indeed?” Tina smiled wryly. “But I can easily prove to them that it isn’t.”Martin frowned, then turned on his heel and walked away.“He’ll get over it,” Gerard told her. “Now, about this top…”“Oh yes! Do you have it?”“It’s in your bag,” said the tailor. “Check it out – I think you’ll like it.”Tina hurried through to her room and placed the almost-thong on her bed next to her equipment bag. Opening the bag, she smiled as she spotted a white cut-off t-shirt folded neatly on the top. She smiled to herself.This was her latest gambit – exposure of the midriff. She pulled it out and held it up, giggling naughtily. Then she pulled out the miniskirt and sighed happily as she imagined the whole combination. This was going to be a good day. Finally she went through the rest of the equipment in the bag, making sure it was all present. She was not going to make the same mistake she had made this time last year!Placing her racquets in the bag first, she re-packed everything, leaving her clothing until last. She hesitated for a moment, then resisted the temptation to try the clothes on before packing them, too. She laid the panties and the skirt side by side on top of her track suit, then placed the t-shirt on top.“Tina?”She turned around at the sound of her manager’s voice. “Yes Martin?”“Waldo’s here – he wants to talk to you about tonight’s do.”Tina frowned. “Couldn’t he have phoned?”“He was in the hotel,” explained Martin. “Thought he’d ‘just drop by’ or something.”“Okay, I’m coming.” Tina stood up and went out to meet her agent.Waldo was a tall man with a thick crop of wild grey hair that always looked as if he’d been out in a strong wind. He had a habit of finishing every other sentence with “don’t you know” and his eyebrows bobbed up and down as he talked. Tina found him rather intimidating, but he was the best agent she’d had.“Ahem, well Tina, good morning and how do you do,” he pronounced sternly.“I’ve been chewing the old fat with the blokes at the press office and they happened to bring up the subject of interviews, don’t you know. So I thought to myself, as I am wont to do, ‘now here if I am not greatly mistaken is an opportunity old boy’ and …”Tina only half-listened, fascinated by his eyebrows, as Waldo trundled on through a terribly one-sided conversation at the end of which he paused, awaiting her response. She shook herself. “Ah, whatever you think is best, Waldo,” she said. “I trust your judgment.”“Most gratifying I am sure, well I’ll be tootling off now if you’ll pardon my flying visit – oh and I have another advertising contract I need to discuss with you, but it can wait until tonight, what? Or even tomorrow don’t you know. Toodle-pip.” And with that he swept out of the room.“We should be leaving,” said Martin, coming back into the room. “Are you ready?”“Sure,” said Tina. “Let me grab my bag.”She walked back into her bedroom and reached down to zip up her bag. Then she stopped. Something was not quite right. Her eyes narrowing, she slid her hand down the side of the bag and pulled out a white object that she had just glimpsed the corner of. It was a pair of conservative white panties.Annoyed, she flung them on to the floor. “Thought you’d try to convince me of the error of my ways, did you Martin?” she muttered.She said nothing to Martin as they left the hotel, and only in the car did she finally break her silence. “Honestly Martin,” she reprimanded him.“Sometimes you act just like my mother.”“Huh?” Martin looked puzzled.“The panties?”“Oh.” Martin flushed and responded defensively, “Well I’m sorry, but there are limits, you know.”“Just forget it,” said Tina.In the Centre Court changing rooms she met up with her arch-rival, and today’s opponent, Laura Lessing. “Hi,” said Tina rather coldly.“Hi Tina!” Laura gushed. “Wow, I’m so happy to be playing against you at last! You are my absolute hero, you know.”Tina was utterly disarmed, and found herself rather flustered. “Well, I…” she began. “Thank you! That’s nice of you to say so.”“I think it’s great what you’ve done for women’s tennis,” continued Laura.“You’ve possibly seen my, um … tributes … to your groundbreaking stunt last year…”“It wasn’t…” Tina began, before changing her mind. “Well, I guess I always figured you were trying to outdo me,” she said. “You must admit you’ve become rather popular yourself…”“I know!” Laura’s eyes were like saucers, as if she could barely comprehend the idea. “Isn’t it amazing? I mean, I’m nowhere near as pretty as you – I’m just overwhelmed at the attention I’ve got.”Tina chuckled. “Have you ever thought of, you know, toning it down a little?”Laura looked surprised. “Why, no,” she said. “Have you?” But she did not wait for a response before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper, “I just love to go a little further each time, you see. I know sooner or later I’ll get into trouble, but isn’t it amazing what they’ll let you get away with this year?”“Yes, it is,” agreed Tina. She sighed and began to undress. “Guess we’d better get into our skimpy outfits then.”Laura giggled. “Ooh yes,” she said.Tina pulled her t-shirt and skirt out of her bag, then stared into her bag in horror. Her heart plummeted into her shoes. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed.“What is it?” asked Laura in alarm.“My panties! They’re not here!”“What? Are you sure?”Tina suddenly realised with a shock that Martin had not only placed a conservative pair of panties in her bag, he had removed the other pair at the same time! “I don’t believe it!” she said. “My manager’s taken them out!”“Can’t you wear what you’re wearing now?” inquired Laura. “As I understand it, that’s what you did last year.”“I’m not wearing underwear,” hissed Tina sharply.“Ah,” said Laura. “Oops.”“Hey, are you wearing panties?” asked Tina on a sudden thought.“Yes but…”“Great! Can I wear them?”“No! I’m wearing the ones I’ll be wearing on the court!”“Oh.” Tina was crestfallen. “Good grief, what a fix.”“What skirt have you got?” inquired Laura.Tina showed her.Laura nodded. “Ah yes, I know that one. It doesn’t ride up much, does it?”“Not much,” conceded Tina. “But enough, probably.”“Maybe not, if you’re careful. And won’t it be awesome? Think of it – the first woman to play tennis at a Grand Slam tournament without panties!” Tina groaned. “I suppose it’s possible I might get away with it,” she said. “But I’ll be giving you the advantage.”Laura waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense,” she said airily. “You’re the better player – you’ll have no problems.”Tina stared at Laura, perplexed. “What kind of pep-talk do you give yourself?” she inquired. “Are you expecting to lose?”“I don’t mind.” Laura shrugged. “I’m just out to play my best and have a good time. I don’t have any illusions.”Tina shook her head in great puzzlement, then sighed as she considered her position. Eventually she decided to bite the bullet, and changed into her miniskirt, sports bra and cut-off t-shirt. The latter item caught her by surprise – it was far tighter than she had imagined.Laura whistled. “Wow, sexy!” Tina chuckled. The top really was tight – it clung to every curve of her breasts and the bra beneath made highly visible ridges in its fabric. She decided she rather liked the effect.But then she noticed what Laura was wearing. She gasped. “Oh my goodness!” Laura had really pulled out all the stops, knowing she was up against the woman who had started the whole revolution in women’s tennis wear. Her light skirt had been drastically reduced in length – it barely covered her buttocks – and she was wearing a tight lycra crop-top that made Tina’s t-shirt seem almost conservative. “How do I look?” she asked.“You look … naked!” exclaimed Tina.Laura giggled. “Why thank you!” she said.The two girls donned their track suits and walked out to meet the crowd, to whistles and cheers and great applause. They lapped it up. Then Martin arrived.“Where have you been?” Tina hissed.“Getting a drink,” he said. “What’s up?”“What’s up??” Tina fought to control her anger. “Martin you idiot, I didn’t realise you’d taken my panties out of my bag!”“Huh?”“Those ones you put in there – I threw them away! Now I have nothing!” Martin gasped in shock. “Oh … my … God,” he managed at last.“Tell me about it. Now do you think you can go and get me some?”“Well, I’ll try,” he said, “but you know what the traffic’s like. Remember the last time?”“You don’t need to go all the way back to the hotel,” she told him. “Just find a clothes shop.”Martin nodded. “Okay,” he said, and hurried off.The sky was overcast as the two girls took off their track suits to rapturous applause. Cameras snapped in their hundreds. Tina had stomach butterflies as she began her warm up with a few serves from the right-hand side of the court. But her skirt stayed put (pretty much), and she made sure its hem stayed well below her buttocks. The breeze on her naked pussy made her feel terribly uneasy, but she forced herself not to think about it, and tried to concentrate on serving well.Meanwhile, Laura was getting all the attention. She was leaping high in every serve, her skirt flying up to reveal a pair of white silk panties that were almost as small as the ones Tina had been planning to wear. And they looked as if they were several sizes too small. Already the material at the back was creeping between her buttocks, and she made no attempt to rectify the situation. And she took her time about bending over (with straight legs) to pick up balls from the grass.Tina was a little relieved not to have all the cameras scrutinising her, but also rather annoyed that the crowd was watching Laura and not her.Nevertheless, she did not dare to let her skirt ride any higher than it was doing already, so she forced herself to ignore her opponent’s exhibitionistic antics and the crowd’s response.The match began. As expected, Tina’s skirt did not ride up much, and she began to relax a little. She was careful not to allow any point to go on for too long (sometimes this meant giving Laura the occasional point, but she could afford them), and gradually she began to feel that she was, after all, in control. After four games, the score was 3:1, and Tina was about to serve in the fifth when it began to rain.It was just a light drizzle, but after only a couple of points the grass was beginning to get slippery, and after a meaningful glance from Tina, the umpire ordered the covers to be brought out. Tina was relieved – it would buy her some time before Martin got back.But the covers were not on for long. Five minutes later the rain had ceased, and the players were cleared to resume the game. This they did, but this time Laura had the advantage. The damp grass caused them both to slip on several occasions, but whereas Laura took this in her stride, relishing the opportunity to flash her panties yet again, Tina could not afford to let her skirt ride up at all. So she played it safe, taking only small steps, while Laura capitalised on the opportunity to break serve for the first time.The drizzle began again in the next game, but stopped after only a couple of minutes. Tina was by now getting rather frustrated. She lost to Laura’s serve, then lost her own serve after that. Things were not going well. On the positive side, the rain was causing her t-shirt to cling even tighter to her chest, and the material was even easier to see through now that it was damp.Laura could not help but notice this as she came all the way up to the net to slam home a winning cross-court volley. She realised that her own crop top was not the type of garment to turn transparent in the rain, and she wished she had thought to wear a thin t-shirt like Tina’s. But perhaps there was something else she could do…At the beginning of the ninth game, with the score at 5:3 (to Laura), Tina bounced a ball in front of her, glancing occasionally at her opponent. She watched as Laura hopped from one foot to the other, bouncing on the spot, and then frowned. Laura seemed a little more … bouncy? than usual.And then she realised the startling truth: that her opponent had taken off her bra! Laura’s crop top was now bouncing under the influence of a pair of decidedly unfettered breasts (and Laura’s chest was fairly large for a tennis player).“Two can play at that game,” thought Tina to herself, and she clenched her teeth in a new resolve.Determined to pull herself back into the match, Tina began to take a few more risks. She managed to win her serve, but then had a nasty fright in Laura’s service game. While running at full-stretch to intercept an attempted pass, she slipped and abruptly did the splits (almost) on the damp grass. She squealed in horror and immediately closed her legs, pulling her skirt down to cover her neatly-trimmed pubic hair.There were one or two puzzled stares from the crowd, but the glimpse had been too brief for them to be sure about what they had seen. Tina could almost hear their comments: “Did you just see what I saw? Well, I’m not sure… it looked like she’s not wearing panties… Of course, I could be wrong…”She got to her feet, somewhat rattled, and returned to the baseline. The next couple of points went badly, and soon she found herself facing the wrong end of a set point. Biting her lip in anxiety, she was almost wrong-footed as the ball came hurtling down the court to her right-hand side. She launched herself towards it.Her foot slipped, and shot backwards. She sank to the floor as the ball whipped past her unmet. Her skirt had ridden up again and she hastily pulled it down as she got to her feet. Again, the whispers…“Game and first set to Miss Lessing,” announced the umpire.Tina sighed unhappily and prepared to serve. The lack of a bra certainly had not severely handicapped her opponent’s game. In fact, she seemed to have acquired a new confidence and was making very few errors. Still, her serve was not strong and could be beaten.By serving well, and taking some judicious risks, Tina succeeded in winning her service game. Smiling to herself as she sat down, she decided to up the stakes in the battle for the press’s attention. As surreptitiously as she could, she unclasped her bra and slipped it off, pulling it out through the left arm-hole of her t-shirt and dropping it into her bag. Immediately the damp t-shirt clung to her bare breasts, and with an involuntary shiver she realised she could just make out her nipples through the thin material. She was sure that the press cameras would also be able to see them.Without bra or panties, she walked out on to the court in just a cut-off t-shirt and a microskirt. Feeling naked and vulnerable but also rather aroused, she winked at Laura before her opponent served. The sensation of playing with no restraints on her breasts, however, was too unfamiliar and her return went wide. Laura’s next serve she pounded back into the net.Cursing to herself, she prepared to try again. She was annoyed with herself for having so much difficulty playing without a bra, when Laura seemed to be managing just fine.‘She probably practices without a bra all the time,’ she thought to herself suddenly. ‘Oh heck, what have I let myself in for?’ She lost that game, and then her own service game. Now 2:1 down, she watched as Laura prepared to serve once again. Her nineteen-year-old opponent’s crop top seemed a little skimpier somehow, and Tina frowned.What had the dratted girl done now? A brief rendezvous at the net in the next point answered her question.Laura had folded over part of her top, so that not only was it now more revealing, but it was also serving to keep her breasts in place more effectively. This was a clever plan, but it was risky – too much bouncing and Laura’s breasts would pop out from underneath the crop top. No doubt that added to the girl’s thrill.The drizzle began again, but not before Tina had broken serve, and then held on to her own serve, to bring the score to 3:2. As the two girls sat down in their respective places, the umpire leaned over to speak to Tina.“Miss Hathaway?” he said.Tina looked up guiltily. She folded her arms across her chest, convinced he was going to reprimand her for removing her bra. But she was mistaken.“How’s the court?” he asked. “I’m considering abandoning play, but it’s up to you two. Miss Lessing is happy to continue, so it’s your decision.”Tina thought for a moment. Martin was not back yet, but he surely would be soon. And she was beginning to play better now. Finally she was back in the lead, and she was becoming confident she could stay ahead until the end of this set. Furthermore, she was enjoying the way the drizzle was making her t-shirt more see-through every minute. “I’m okay for the moment,” she said. “It’s not that bad out there.”“Very well,” said the umpire, nodding.Tina took a swig from her water bottle, then got up and returned to the court.Two lost games later, she was regretting her decision. The drizzle had stopped, but the ground was still rather wet and slippery. She no longer felt she had an excuse for requesting that play be abandoned, and her t-shirt was not getting any more transparent. Facing what could possibly be her penultimate game of this tournament, she decided to go all out in her efforts to win the publicity battle. If she could not win the match, at least she could still steal the next day’s headlines from that upstart Laura.Carefully and deliberately, she poured the remaining contents of her water bottle over her chest, making sure she covered both breasts equally. The material quickly turned almost completely transparent, and despite herself she gasped at the sight of her breasts staring back at her. The wet t-shirt clung tightly to every contour and concealed nothing.Holding her head high (while trying not to meet anyone’s gaze), she marched out on to the court once again. Laura did the same, but then her jaw dropped as she saw Tina’s transformation. Tina saw her giggle and then hold up a thumb in admiring support.“Miss Hathaway…” came the umpire’s voice over the loudspeaker.Tina trotted over to speak to him.The umpire leaned over and said, “Enough is enough, Miss Hathaway. This is not a wet t-shirt contest, it is a tennis match. The new rules regarding the dress code are there to encourage freedom of expression, not indecent behaviour. Do you have another shirt?”“I’m afraid not,” confessed Tina.The umpire sighed. “And where is your bra?”“It broke,” Tina lied.“All right, but one more lewd act on your part and I will disqualify you and ban you from the tournament. The whole tone of this event has dropped through the floor, and I’m damned if I’m going to take it any more.”Tina nodded. “I understand.” Rather subdued, she returned to the court.The game went badly. Tina found her t-shirt highly distracting, and with every bounce it rode higher and higher and threatened to expose her breasts to the world. Soon it was revealing as much flesh as Laura’s crop top.Nevertheless, she liked the effect and did not attempt to replace it, until she heard a warning cough from the umpire. She hastily pulled it down.She lost that game, and prepared to serve to stay in the match. She served well, but a good return surprised her and she failed to clear the net with her follow-up shot. Then she noticed that her vigorous serve had resulted in her t-shirt being hoisted up high on her chest. Only a half-inch of material extended below the lower curve of her breasts. Rather reluctantly, she pulled the t-shirt down.The next few serves had similar effects, but a longer point almost resulted in her breasts popping free of the t-shirt entirely. She won two points, but also lost two.So now she was at match point, again, and this time her predicament was even worse. What could she do? If she preserved her modesty and lost, was that any better than going all out and perhaps being banned from the rest of the tournament? Probably not.She served, and at once felt her t-shirt climb up again. But she ignored it and concentrated on trying to predict where Laura’s return would end up.It was short – that was good. Tina raced forward and whipped the ball over to the far corner. But Laura, realising the danger, was already almost there. She hammered it back down the line, and Tina had to lunge to reach it. She made it, just, and the ball bounced high off her racquet – a mis-hit.Laura was quick to take advantage, her chest bouncing as she ran around the back of the ball. She attempted to fire it down the right-hand line, but Tina caught it at the net with a drop volley. However, it bounced harder off her racquet than she had intended, leaving Laura with an easy opportunity for a lob. Tina raced backwards, only to find to her horror that Laura was not going for the lob at all. She was responding with a drop shot of her own.Tina sprinted forwards, just reaching the ball in time. But as she dug her feet in to brake herself, they slid on the wet grass, shooting right under the net. Tina yelped as she fell to the ground and slid forwards on her back. Her skirt, caught by the net as she passed beneath it, was yanked up to her waist. Her t-shirt was pulled up by sheer friction, both on the ground and on the bottom of the net, until it was wrapped around her neck.At this point Tina came to an abrupt halt, with her head on one side of the net and her rather unclothed body on the other.The crowd fell into a stunned silence, then erupted in a cacophony of wolf-whistles, cheers and thunderous applause. The umpire’s announcement of “Game, set and match to Miss Lessing” went completely unheard. Laura, meanwhile, walked over to where Tina was lying with her pussy and breasts fully exposed to the crowd and to the world’s photographers. She looked down at Tina and smiled.“You win,” she said.THE END

My wife is a gorgeous woman. At 40 only two things mar her petite little body. Stretch marks on her belly from childbirth and the fact she basically only has nipples for breasts. Having been married to two sluts before my current wife, I knew she was a slut of world-class proportions. I also knew the only way to keep a slut faithful was to keep her appetite for ‘strange’ satisfied. I was also to the point where my wife fucking others was less hurtful than her cheating on me. In fact I had so convinced myself with this, I was all time asking my wife to open up sexually to threesomes and swinging and the like. I had images of her in my mind on her knees, in a room full of men waiting to use her willingly sucking mouth. I also fantasized of her on a bed moaning her lust, her legs in the air, while strange men with large cocks took turns fucking her. But I couldn’t get her to go there. We had fought on the issue on numerous occasions, but my fears of her growing restless and cheating on me would not allow me to give the issue a rest even if I couldn’t bring it up to her. I decided I must skillfully guide her to the first event and then she would probably go there willingly. I set about devising a plan. Besides being gorgeous, my wife is a social animal. We regularly entertain friends at our home, where my talents at the BBQ grill are used to their utmost. This time I intended to use more than my talents at the grill to gain enjoyment for our guests, my wife, and myself. I have over the years been able to get my wife to loosen up on her attire some. When we met she dressed rather frumpishly. She usually looked like the President of the local School Marm’s Association. A lot of this had to do with body image, and though I never successfully argued that a man didn’t care what you looked like, gross obesity aside, if his cock was in your mouth or your pussy, she wouldn’t relent. She stated her reluctance to wear sexy clothing stemmed from the background of a wife of a low paying military man not being able to afford sexy clothing and she had no desire to dress “trashy and flashy”. I was able to counter those arguments when my small-business began to thrive and year in and year out draw in revenues in the multiple 6-figure range. So she could now afford anything. I countered the “trashy and flash” by purchasing sexy, yet classy clothing for her at Christmas one year and when she liked what I had purchased explained to her this wasn’t “trashy and flashy”, yet was still sexy. She had gradually changed in the way she dressed. Her skirts had gotten shorter, which looked great with her long tanned legs, and she had gradually moved toward only wearing thong panties. For the party we were currently planning, I asked her to wear a recently purchased black mini-skirt. I didn’t ask her to wear a specific blouse, feeling she should have the choice, to select as conservative a blouse as she wanted to help her feel comfortable in her dress and not draw attention in her mind to the extremely short skirt. When I came through the bedroom as she was dressing and I saw her putting on pantyhose, I asked her if they were necessary. I explained this was an informal get together and she should be comfortable in her dress and that her legs were already nicely tanned this year and hoses of any kind shouldn’t be necessary. I would have liked it ok if she had chosen lace-top thigh highs, but none were better than pantyhose (my view of the modern chastity belt). She agreed one less waistband would be more comfortable and returned the pantyhose to her lingerie drawer. Now phase I of my plan was in place and the rest could proceed. Some of our friends were married couples and some were single. We hadn’t gravitated away from singles once we married as so many couples do and the single guys and gals were a regular part of our entertaining. I had singled out a young black male co-worker as my ‘partner in crime’ as my wife had a fantasy about big black cocks fucking her. Gerome was his name and I explained my plan to him and detailed his part in the plan, and he eagerly agreed to participate. I had known he would, for I had seen him undress my wife with his eyes more than once. I guess the vision of a strong burly black man fucking a petite blond white girl wasn’t just a white man fantasy. So the plan was in place as the guests started to arrive for a late afternoon BBQ. The ribs were sizzling in the smoker, and a large pitcher of Top Shelf Margarita’s was chilling in the fridge. My wife liked these especially well, and I did too because with three shots of booze and three shots of mix per drink, one didn’t have to drink many to feel the effect. As she poured for the first of our guests, she politely poured herself one and began to imbibe. My wife, ever the dutiful hostess, kept glasses topped off and, congenially, drank right along keeping pace with her guests. By the time the ribs were served with the fixings, she was starting to feel the effect as she had consumed several of the potent cocktails, on an empty stomach. I cautioned her to slow her consumption. I wanted her relaxed and slightly buzzed, but not passing out drunk. After the meal and some socializing, the couples started to drift toward the door. I had hoped the free-flowing liquid refreshment would encourage hasty departures and it had worked. The single males however were all staying put. They all knew the grand plan, though not the detail, for their involvement would be spontaneous. After all the couples had left and only several single males remained, Gerome asked if we could retire to the den for some movies on the 52″ home theatre system we had recently purchased. After he had briefly reviewed our impressive library of videos, he asked me, in a manner my wife could hear if I had any skin flicks? I said yes and went to the stash in the master bedroom. I chose one that had the semblance of a plot to it, hoping to keep my wife interested in it. When I returned the sweet yet acrid smell of Pot was floating in the room. I had told Gerome to try to get my wife to smoke some. I knew this always made her horny, but she was on again off again about its use. As I entered the room, she was taking a big hit off the joint Gerome had passed her. She passed it to me and I hit on it then passed it on. We continued to pass the joint around the room until it was gone. All totaled my wife took three hits off the joint. In her desire to be a good hostess, she had joined right in which was what I had hoped for. I told the guys to settle in and put the video in the VCR. It was about a young woman taken captive by a biker gang and forced to serve them sexually, but who overtime, comes to enjoy her role. It had all the elements I needed. Multiple partners, and interracial fucking. I threw a pillow on the floor beside the sofa, and lay down on my belly to watch. I gestured for my wife to join me. Though partially drunk and partially stoned, she managed a very ladylike decent to the floor beside me in the short dress she was wearing. I snuggled in close to her and we started watching the fuck flick. As the movie progressed, I sensed a rise in her level of excitement, characterized by her fidgety movements next to me. I decided it was time to put the next phase of my plan into action.wife fuck friend sex storiesRolling to my side I drew her into my arms and kissed her a long, slow, deep-wet kiss. The kind designed to stir feelings. She responded by kissing me back in the same manner. It certainly appeared as though the combination of Margarita’s, Pot, the fucking on the movie and my kiss was creating the desired effect. Now it was time to see how deeply that effect ran. I began kissing her again, and at the same time I ever so slowly I crept my hand down her back and across her ass until it was at the hem of her short skirt. My hand then reversed direction and started to slide up under her skirt, along her inner thigh. When I reached the crotch of her panties I slid my hand up onto her ass. As my fingers traced her crotch upward to her ass, it felt as though her pussy lips were fully engorged with the blood of her lust, and she moaned softly. Releasing from the kiss she whispered that I should stop as we might be seen, yet she made no move to remove my hand. My hand began to caress the cheeks of her ass, an action that really turns her on. I whispered back to her the guys were all staring intently at the video and we wouldn’t be observed and from where we were lying they would have to make a concerted effort to see what we were doing. My fingers moved to the thong that ran through the crack of her ass and traced downward to her sopping wet cunt and began to work inside. As first one then two fingers worked in and out of her steamy snatch, I told her they couldn’t see anything if they looked except my hand under her skirt anyway. I went on to say even if they did, that was OK, because she was my wife, and we could put on a little bit of a show for them. This must have appealed to the exhibitionist in her as her lips came down onto mine and she began to kiss me in earnest again. I could feel her cunt starting to suck on the invading digits sawing in and out of her steamy fuck hole, and her ass moved in an almost imperceptible counter rhythm to my finger-fucking motions. I felt it time again to advance the plan along. I laid my ankle over the ankle closest to me and started to draw her legs further apart, ostensibly to gain better access to her pussy. At first she resisted slightly, then she yielded completely. Her legs slid apart and to lend credence to why the move was necessary, I inserted a third digit into her pleasure palace. She again moaned softly into my mouth as she continued the heated kiss. My leg spreading he legs was Gerome’s signal to action and he moved unnoticed to the place beside her other leg. I held the kiss, hoping to prevent protest as he took her other ankle and spread her legs a few inches further. I detected a jump of surprise from her as he touched her ankle, but she didn’t stop kissing me. So far so good. Gerome continued with his execution of the plan, by placing his hand under the hem of her skirt and moving it smoothly, slowly but deliberately, up the back of her thigh. I again felt her inwardly gasp as his hand contacted the cheeks of her ass, but I felt her melt again as he gently molded the nearest cheek with his large hand. She began to offer more intensity to the kiss I was receiving, telling me Gerome’s efforts were having the desired effect. I don’t know whether it was just the pleasure of the kneading of her ass or the fact it was a strange hand, Either way, I didn’t care, she hadn’t protested this intrusion and I felt we were on the way to the goal I sought. Gerome continued to knead her ass for several moments as instructed, and my wife’s kisses became more passionate. It was time for the next step. I gave Gerome the signal to proceed by unwrapping my leg from around hers. Gerome began to move his hand over to the thong as I had and once it was under the cloth, slid it down toward her fevered pussy. When I felt his hand touch mine, I withdrew my fingers from my wife’s cunt to be quickly replaced by two of Gerome’s larger digits. I felt her start to diminish the kiss as if to protest and I quickly began to massage her stiff clit with my cunt-juice slickened finger. Instead of breaking the kiss, this served to intensify her passion and she began to suck on my invading tongue as if it were a hard cock. Her hips were also actively gyrating to the stimulus of the two hands. I felt it safe to continue. I withdrew my hand from her panties leaving only Gerome’s probing digits, and her hip gyrations never diminished. I scooted up toward her head until I was sitting with a leg down either side of her body, her head in between my legs. I bent over and whispered “Suck me baby.” as I unfastened the fly of my pants. My erect cock sprang free and my wife quickly grabbed it and swallowed the head into her mouth. The look in her eyes told me she was lost to her lust, but that she also was also perhaps a little miffed to the whole scene that was unfolding. Yet the intensity with which she was sucking my cock and gyrating her hips to Gerome’s finger fucking told me lust was winning the war in her mind and body. I let her continue to suck me for several more minutes, then gave Gerome the next que. Bending over my wife’s bobbing head, I grasped the hem of her skirt and drew it up around her waist. I heard Gerome gasp as my wife’s lovely ass came into view, just inches from his face. The only thing obstructing the view was the band of thong material that split her ass checks in two. This was his signal and Gerome smoothly withdrew his fingers from my wife’s nibbling snatch and grasped her panties by the waist and started to slowly draw them down. This was a moment of truth, and when my wife redoubled her efforts at sucking my cock, I knew we had passed this milestone. Gerome drew the panties down her long shapely legs, and off one ankle. He then reached up on the sofa for a large pillow. Sliding his hand under her belly, he lifted her up and slid the pillow under her midsection. He then settled between her splayed thighs and began to dip his tongue into her fully exposed cunt and to tease her lust engorged clit. I had always heard, and bought into the stereotype, that blacks didn’t like oral sex. But Gerome went after my wife’s lust bloated pussy like a man possessed. His tongue dipping into her soppy cunt and then flicking her hardened clit, with occasional attention to her puckered brown star was having its effect. My wife was nearly deep-throating my cock, something she had never been able to do, in her effort to drain my balls of her favorite beverage. I felt it as time for the ultimate test and signaled Gerome. The lusty young black man raised to his knees, between my wife’s splayed legs. Unzipping the fly of his jeans, he released the largest cock I had ever seen. I have a nice size cock at nearly 9 inches, but Gerome’s was close to 14 and what made it truly magnificent was it was as big around as my wife’s wrist. It was only partially erect when first released from his jeans, but a couple of good strokes and the huge black fuck-tool was fully hard and ready for action. The dark black head glistened with the precum that had oozed from it while he had stroked it to full erection. Gerome scooted up further and began to trace the bloated lips of my wife’s pussy, slickening the head of his cock further with her juices to prepare for penetration. The feel of the cock tracing her pussy caused my wife to look up at me, though she never stopped sucking my cock. The look in her eyes said don’t you think its time to put a stop to this.sex storyAt that very moment, Gerome began to penetrate my wife’s tight, wet cunt with his massive cudgel. The first thrust sent 8 inches of the huge Alabama black snake into her steamy hole. My wife gasped at the fullness of the sudden intrusion and stopped sucking my cock momentarily. On the second thrust I heard Gerome’s belly slap against my wife’s ass and knew he had sunk all 14 inches into her. For her part my wife just moaned at the fullness this fucking cock was stretching her too, and again drew my cock back into her mouth for another round of enthusiastic sucking. As Gerome continued to thrust into her, my wife gradually was coming up onto her hands and knees in an effort to meet his thrusts with counter-thrusts of her own. The slut in my wife had finally been set free and she was actively fucking another man as she sucked me. There could be no doubt that she was a willing participant even if booze and drugs had been used to break down her false inhibitions. On her hands and knees now, I pulled her blouse, a simple tee, up around her armpits and unlatched her bra. The slapping noise that Gerome’s fucking had caused, caught the attention of the other guys and they all quickly surrounded the three of us. Not saying a word, only indicating with gestures, I had two of them lay on their backs and begin to suck the turgid nipples of her small breasts. My wife’s breasts, being as small as they are, are extremely sensitive to any attention at all. As the two men sucked and nipped the erect nipples, she responded by hoovering my cock even more vigorously. After a few more moments, I emptied my balls into her mouth. She lost nary a drop as she swallowed every squirt of her treasured prize. I gestured at one of the other guys to take my place and just before she inhaled his offered cock into her mouth, she screamed as the first full-blown vaginal orgasm of the evening ripped through her. “FUCK ME LOVER. FUCK MY CUNT. HURT MY LITTLE WHITE PUSSY WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK OF YOURS. FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE.” Gerome was slamming into her hard now. My wife was rocking back to meet his inward thrusts, then rocking forward to capture the cock in her mouth again before rocking back against Gerome again. I was in heaven watching from across the room through the viewfinder of the video camera as I captured every moment. But now for that special shot before Gerome blew his load, putting him out of action for a brief while. I walked to the group and stopped them all with gestures again. My wife looked up at me with lust in her eyes and a look that said why are you stopping them. I took her hand and stood her up, then led her down the hall toward the guestroom. I knew she would never approve of fucking another man in our bed and this way too, our bed would still be ok to sleep in if we made it to sleeping this night. As we walked, I completed the disrobing of her fully exposed body. The guys had followed without being told to and I laid my wife down on the guest bed. The two that had been sucking her nipples lay down on either side of her and went back to sucking. My wife’s hands came down to caress the backs of the heads of the two guys and her eyes closed as she gave into the lust consuming her body once more. I told Gerome not to resume fucking her until I returned with the video camera, and left the room. When I returned, I set the video tripod at the foot of the bed and zoomed in on her steamy pussy. I had never seen my wife’s lips so bloated before or her clit standing so erect. It looked like she had a small penis growing from between her labia. I gestured to Gerome and her crawled between her legs. I caught the most beautiful sight on tape to view again and again, as her cunt opened up and swallowed the huge black fuckstick Gerome was shoving into her. The contrast of black cock disappearing into white cunt was truly the most erotic sight I had ever seen, and the fact the cunt belonged to my wife made it even more so. Now my dictionary defines the word cuckold as a man whose wife is unfaithful. I have always heard it said it is a man who likes to watch his wife getting fucked by strangers. If that is the true definition, I became an out-of-the-closet cuckold at that very moment. Watching that big black cock drive into her petite body, seeing her legs in the air and hips thrusting against Gerome’s thrusts and hearing the moans of pure animal lust coming out of her were enough to give me my second hard of the night. My wife for her part was moaning in cadence with the cock thrusting into her. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. As her next orgasm approached she got louder. “FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ME.” Then as Gerome let loose his hot seed into her belly he triggered another orgasm. “FUCK ME. FUCK MY CUNT. YES, YES, HOSE ME DOWN WITH YOUR HOT CUM. DROWN MY CUNT WITH YOUR CUM. OH YES, FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.” After Gerome finished unloading into her and climbed off, one of the other guys climbed on. For the next several hours it was a continuous chain of fucking cocks. As quick as one would blow in her, another would take his place. My wife was usually sucking on one trying to get him ready to fuck her again, while another pounded on her cunt. She was being her own fluffer. But she had always loved sucking cocks, even telling me of men she sucked even though she wouldn’t fuck them. I was treated to watching her lovingly suck Gerome’s cock into readiness a couple of times that evening. Again the erotic sight of that big black cock disappearing into her white face was soooooooo arousing. Followed by it disappearing into her willing cunt. My wife is a fair complected blond, and Gerome one of those extremely dark African-Americans whose cock is even black at the head, so the contrast was even more stark. Her orgasms had started to come continually, which wasn’t unusual for her after she got the first two. So the chant of “Fuck me” was also continuous, only stopping while a different lover crawled between her legs. If a lover took too much time getting into her cunt with his cock, she would chide him to hurry and fuck her. I told you my wife was a world-class slut. Yet, in spite of the fact I knew this, she even surprised me that night. My wife had been abused anally by an insensitive lover at one point in her life and the resulting damage to her tiny ass had led to infection, embarrassment and weeks of physical pain. But the most severe damage had been emotional. And though she loved me to tongue her ass or finger her ass with a well-lubricated finger, while I fucked her, she would never let me stick my rather large cock into her ass and fuck it good and proper.hot incest storiesAfter a couple of hours of fucking though, most of the time being double penetrated with a cock in her mouth while one worked her cunt over, she announced she wanted to be triple penetrated. She had one of the men lie on the bed and she mounted his erect cock taking it deep into her cunt. Then selecting the man with obviously the smallest cock, she handed him a small jar of Vaseline from the nightstand and had him lube up and put his cock into her ass. She chided him to go slowly until he was buried balls deep in her ass. Then she called Gerome over to her head and began to suck his stiffening cock. After a few minutes the three cocks were stroking her without mercy, but after she managed to suck Gerome dry, it became obvious she was experiencing the best fucking of her life as she chanted. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. FUCK MY ASS YOU BASTARD. FUCK ME HARD YOU SONS-OF-BITCHES. CUM IN MY ASS. I WANNA FEEL YOUR CUM IN MY ASS. FUCK MY ASS. FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMMEEEEEE.” The guys fucked on her for about four hours. Each fucked her at least three times. A couple, including the undeniable Gerome, four times and one even five I think. Oh the staying power of youthful lust. After all left around two in the morning, my wife was covered from head to toe with dried or drying cum. I helped her to bathe and to bed. We slept the sleep of the dead curled in each other’s arms and woke as the late morning sun illuminated our bedroom. The thought had occurred to me the hell to pay might come in the morning as I drifted off. My dreams though were of cocks coming from every angle at my willing slutty wife, and dreams of becoming a millionaire selling amateur videos of my wife, the newest porn queen, on the Internet. As I awoke, I rose and went to the kitchen, preparing coffee for me and setting my wife’s teapot to boil. Her tea was ready as she entered our country kitchen a few minutes later, and any worries of recrimination by morning’s light were quickly dispelled. As she sat to her tea and the toasted English muffin I had prepared for her, she quipped “Remind me never to smoke pot and drink Margarita’s in the same evening again.” As if on queue, I asked why. With a wink and then a smile she said, ” MARGARITA’S AND POT MAKE MY PUSSY HURT!” I proved myself right, in that, since that night, I have no trouble getting my wife to participate in sexual events that involve third, fourth, and more parties. In fact, if she sees a strange man or woman (yes, it turns out my wife is BI) that turns her on sexually, she won’t hesitate to ask and I will attempt to set up a liaison. Sometimes the women are reluctant, but my wife is so attractive, the men have never been. We only have two rules. One I must always be present, so she isn’t cheating (a loose distinction I know, but it works for us) and two, we keep it within limits. No obsession with it, so we usually confine it to two or three times a quarter. Oh, in case you wondered, my wife wouldn’t allow anyone to see the videos except those who participate, so there goes my dream of riches. I always video the events and sometimes participate, but usually I am just the voyeur behind the camera. I will have to tell you about some of these sometime, but that is another story for another time. Ok, we all know I am a sick puppy, even so if you have comments or suggestions, write me at

That Friday night, as we were fucking like rabbits in our marital bed, Victor came inside of my hungry cunt with an unusual strength.We both fell exhausted on the bed.My husband then surprised me, saying he would love to watch me trying a black cock. I told him I had been chatting with a black man during several months; but we had never met in person.Victor then asked if I could invite him to meet…The black guy was called Trevor.He had sent me some pictures, showing a huge handsome dark skin man. I guessed he would be well hung too.We finally met him first at a nearby pub, and we all three hit it off instantly. Victor invited him to come with us at our place, where we shared some few drinks and listened to music.I then made the first move and asked Trevor to take a shower with me. We did and I sucked him hard in the shower before we went to our bedroom, where my husband was waiting in a chair by the bed.Trevor put on a condom; but I told him I wanted bareback…I laid on my back and spread my thighs for him.When he entered me, I moaned loud, as I felt his thick cockhead stretching my cunt so badly. I looked at my husband and told him that we should have done this years ago… He smiled and agreed.Trevor made me cum at least four times during a whole hour. He finally arched his back and came inside of my very hot cunt.As he pulled out, I jumped on him and licked his still hard cock clean with my tongue.Victor suggested him to spend the night. I went whit my beloved husband to the guest room and there I gave him a quick blowjob, until he filled my mouth with his salty semen. I swallowed all and kissed Victor, warning him I would spend the night alone with my brand new Black Master, no witnesses at all…My hubby agreed and I kissed him deeply.I then joined Trevor in our marital bed and he fucked me for hours.I cried out loud during all night long, knowing Victor could hear my moans and screams through the thin wall between both rooms.Trevor asked me if I had taken a black cock up my ass; I lied to him, saying I had never been sodomized by a black man. He smiled, saying I was a naughty liar and said he would enjoy a piece of my ass and I could not escape from his monster black cock….I screamed in pain as his cock passed through my tight sphincter; but he was gentle; so, very soon pain became pure pleasure…The next morning, I let my husband watch us fuck once more; but this time Trevor was a bit rude and aggressive. His thick cock hurt me a little; but I liked this kind of pain.As my new Black Master left, Victor hurried to shove his face between my thighs and he sucked my slippery cunt, which was a real mess.Just a week after, Trevor came to fuck me again.This time it was just an anal session. The black man sodomized me in a very hard way, in front of my beloved husband, who enjoyed to watch me being abused by a hard huge black cock.interracial sex storiesAnd again, as soon as Trevor left, my loving man licked all this black man’s semen out from my poor stretched asshole.Next time Trevor came home to use my body, he allowed Victor to participate as a submissive cuckold.My beloved hubby was really eager to get that thick black cock in his mouth and I found myself in competition with him to see who was the best cocksucker…Victor won, according to Trevor’s opinion; but he was ordered to swallow all the salty cum that my black lover blasted in his mouth.While Trevor was sodomizing me, we all heard the doorbell rang.My hubby opened the door, finding two huge black guys there. They said Trevor had invited them to fuck a white married slut…I was shared by the three black guys like a ragged doll.They fucked all my three holes, even at the same time, while my loving hubby just witnessed the whole sex action…As they finally left, Victor realized I had been destroyed by those huge black cocks. He looked worried, as I laid on our marital bed, in a puddle of fresh sticky cum.I smiled at him… saying it was his fault…

My clothes were neatly laid out on the bed. Red silk blouse, black ankle length wrap around skirt, lacy white…

My nineteen year old cousin DJ had been coming to spend two weeks with me during the summer ever since…