Date: Tue, 28 May 2013 09:29:13 -0700 From: Apple Subject: Dark Pit of Desire I wanted to fuck her the moment I saw her. She was wearing the cutest little miniskirt that couldn't have been more than eight inches long. It fit her athletic ass tightly and when she walked up to me and held out her hand, it moved up her creamy thighs as they whispered together. I could smell her delicious scent and her white blouse was buttoned up in front, but with only two buttons. The top couple were undone and the bottom ones were open so she could tie the blouse up under her breasts, exposing her soft stomach and belly button. I tried to continue looking into her big blue eyes, framed by her almost black hair that cascaded around her shoulders, but I couldn't keep my attention on her face, beautiful as it was. She saw me looking at her body and her lips split into a knowing smile. She lowered her eyes as if to acknowledge I was looking at the V in her blouse where her white bra was peeking out. My hand was sweaty where it touched hers, and I quickly released it with a little shake. I cleared my throat and wiped my fingers through my hair. "Well, uh, I suppose that would be all right," I said, in answer to her question about filling the application right away. Normally we gave out the applications to be mystery shoppers and people returned them at their convenience. There were only two chairs in the reception room, and a small table that held a lamp and a couple of miscellaneous magazines. I handed her a pen and she turned to walk back and sit down. I stared at her ass as it swayed back and forth and watched as she sat down. I was wondering if the skirt would rise up enough that I would be able to see her panties. She leaned over before sitting down and picked up one of the magazines to use as a pad for holding the application. My heart raced as I saw the merest flash of white panties before she turned around and eased into the chair. She crossed one long leg over the other and I could see all the way up her skirt, practically to her waist. I watched her as she worked over the application, noting the perky swell of her tight top where her small breasts were held and the lush sweep of her dark hair over her shoulders, framing her pale skin, red lips and blue eyes. She knew I was looking at her and would occasionally glance up at me with a small smile flickering at the corners of her lips. Finally she finished and handed the form back to me. I glanced at it and caught her name: Michelle Holloway. I had a name tag on with the company logo and my name in block letters: Ray Phillips. "Well, Michelle," I said, clearing my throat again. "I'm sure this will be okay. The job is just temporary, and pays by the number of places you visit. There's a form to fill out for each store that is pretty self explanatory. You'll be given a list of places and a time limit to complete them." "Can I go any time, to any of the places?" "Yes, that's right." "Do I have to buy anything?" "That's completely up to you. You just have to answer the questions." "Can I see the list?" "We have to go through a verification process, and then you have to sign a contract, and then I can give you the list, or your part of it." "Can I choose from different lists?" "I suppose so, though it's a little irregular." "Well, Ray, when can I start?" She looked into my eyes and her smile and her perfume and her body made my heart beat fast in my chest. "It usually takes a day or two to get the formalities finished, and then you're pretty much on your own." "Can I come back tomorrow about this same time?" I looked up at the clock and saw that it was just after four p.m. "Yes, that would be fine," I said, thinking it would be more than fine to see this sexy lady again, and wondering how I could work my way into her pants, skimpy as they were. "I'll be looking forward to it," she said, looking deep into my eyes. "Me too." The next day, Michelle showed up right at four and my heart started racing as soon as she walked in. Her application was okay, and I took her behind my desk to a separate little area to sign the forms she would need. I had a few file folders, a couple of pens and a phone on the small table. I set the forms on the table and sat down opposite her in one of the two chairs there. This time she also had on a miniskirt, one that was just as short, but fit looser, and a pull-over top that fit snugly. Her dark skirt fanned out as she sat down and her top was cream colored and very thin. I could see her skin through it, and her lacy white bra. It showed off her small breasts to excellent advantage. Instead of big boobs that stuck way out and used cleavage to draw attention, she had on this tight fitting, nearly sheer fabric that showed off all of her breasts, without actually showing any of them, but it did show the size and shape, and I know I stared at them, and at her long thin legs and the patch where her panties were, though I couldn't quite see them. I smelled her, and thought I could even smell her pussy, but it was probably just my elevated pulse playing tricks on me. She filled out the paperwork and handed it to me. I glanced at it and put it in a folder with her name on it. Her hand was extended and I took it and shook it lightly. "Thanks," I said, and my mouth felt dry. I wanted to make a move, but didn't know what to say to this stunning beauty, but I didn't want to let her just get away either. "Where will you go first?" I asked. "Macy's," she said. "I like that store, at least mostly, and I can do some shopping and get paid for it." "What will you buy?" "Oh, maybe a top or some underwear." "Oh, well that sounds like fun." "I like underwear." "Would you like to model some of it?" I gulped, not knowing why I had said that, but she had volunteered the information first. "I like this bra," she said, putting her hands on her slinky top just under it to emphasize it. "And I have on matching panties. See?" She flipped her skirt up briefly and I caught a glimpse of lacy white. My heart was thumping and I felt a lump in my throat. "Yes, sort of," I said, my voice catching a little. "You'd like to see more, wouldn't you?" I nodded and raised my eyebrows, and I felt my lips spreading into a grin as I stared at her, wondering what she'd do next. "What time will you be going to Macy's? About this time? I get off at five, and maybe I could meet you?" "There's a food court in the mall," she said. "I could meet you there at say, five-thirty tomorrow." I quickly agreed and wrote my cell phone number on a slip of paper and handed it to her. "In case there's a problem," I said. She picked up another slip of paper and jotted her number on it. "Ditto," she said, and as she got up I saw another flash of her panties and watched her tight ass as she strolled out the door, not glancing back. She knew I was staring at her, but it was clear she enjoyed the attention. The next day was a Friday, so I had the weekend ahead and no plans for that night. I went to the food court directly from work, leaving my tie in the car. It was just cool enough that my suit jacket felt right, so I left it on. The food court was nearly empty, and I looked around at the choices, and scanned the tables, but Michelle wasn't there. I got a diet soda and sat down near the entrance. I was nervous about meeting her because of how sexy she looked. It felt like a date, but yet it wasn't precisely a formal date. The meeting, for me at least, held the possibility of sex happening, but at the very least it would mean more time spent close to a beautiful, sexy woman in a public place. I was glancing around at the various food places and the scattering of people at the tables when Michelle came into my line of sight. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders and nearly to her small breasts. It was thick and luxurious and she walked like she knew men loved to look at her and she loved the attention. She had on all black this time: a silky button-up top that was tucked into the waistband of pants that fit her like pantyhose, clinging to every curve of her luscious long legs. The pants shimmered as she walked and her slender hips swayed as she placed one foot in front of the other slowly, her feet encased in strappy heels. I stood up so she'd see me and she walked slowly toward me, pulled out a chair and sat down. She smelled sweet and her pale face was accented by her dark hair and brilliant red lipstick. Her cheeks had a rose blush to them and her eyelids sported a blue that was just a shade or two darker than her deep blue eyes. Her teeth shone whitely as she looked into my eyes, scanning me for my reaction. "You look great," I said, fumbling for words. "You always do, I suspect, but today especially." She lowered her eyelids and then raised them, and my passion was burning in me as I wanted to get into her. "I want to look at underwear," she said. "Black?" I asked. "Today I have on black," she said, "all black. But we'll look at other colors too. What's your favorite?" "Whatever you have on," I said grinning. "Or off," she said, with a small smile on her lips. I just nodded, and she stood up and scooted in her chair. I stood beside her and she put a hand in the crook of my arm and we walked side-by-side into Macy's. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, and she smelled wonderful, and occasionally she'd rub against me with her hip or her arm and my heart was beating in my chest as we maneuvered to the lingerie department. It was a maze of female underthings and I let her steer me around. My eyes would go from item to item on the mannequins and then back to the lovely model beside me. I fantasized about her wearing the smallest and most revealing bras and panties and slips and teddys and whatever else they were called that I saw in our little tour. Michelle would occasionally pick up some bra or panty and hold it in front of her and ask my opinion. "How do you think this would look on me?" "Marvelous. Sexy." I ran out of words and my mind was a haze of desire as her smell and the nearness of her body and the hint of sexuality that pervaded the whole scene were all intoxicating to me. She steered me to a section that was mostly black and some looked like corsets with straps for stockings and many cut-outs and jutty bra parts and some long gloves and black mesh stockings and it was sort of fetishistic, like something a mistress would wear, a mistress who loved to dominate her man, or men. She didn't end up buying anything, but I was in a frenzy of emotion by the time we left. "You'd like to see me in my underwear, wouldn't you?" she asked, "and then maybe out of it." "Nothing could be finer," I said. "Follow me," she said as we went to the parking lot. "I'm in the silver Focus over there." I stared at her long legs and tight ass as she walked to her car. I got into mine after she closed the door to hers, and followed her in and out of traffic until we pulled up at her apartment. She pushed all the bells and buttons until we arrived at her door. It swung in and she closed it behind me, coming close to me until her breasts brushed against my chest. I wanted to put my arms around her and crush her against me and feel her ass and pull her lips against mine and stab my tongue inside her mouth, but she just breezed by me and went around turning on lights and kicking off her heels. I slipped my shoes off as well and stood waiting for her. I heard a door close as she walked down the hallway and a few moments later a flush. She came back and stepped into the small kitchen. She fished a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator and held it up. "White Zin?" she asked. I nodded and she came into the living room and held out a glass of the pink wine to me. We clinked the glasses together and I took a small sip and watched her lips touching the smooth liquid and stared at her tongue as it rolled inside her mouth. She waved a hand at the couch and we sat down. She curled up into a corner, with one leg crossed over the other, and I tried to stretch out as comfortably as I could and still get a good look at her. We chatted a little and finished the first glass of wine and she got up and brought the bottle to refill our glasses. "I'm feeling pretty good," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulders. "Would you like to see my bra?" She didn't wait for an answer but started unbuttoning her shiny black blouse. She let it hang in front of her as she sipped the wine. When she bent over to place her glass on the coffee table, I saw her bra peeking out from the folds of her blouse, and when she sat back, she separated the two sides until they brushed over her bra and I could see the twin mounds of her breasts moving softly. Her bra was not the hard shell kind, but was lacy and partially see-through. It had a pattern of some sort on it and I could just barely see the hint of her nipples at the apex. They were small, but firm and upright and I licked my dry lips as she slipped her blouse off her shoulders and tossed it over the back of the couch. "And my panties," she said and began peeling down the skin tight shimmering pants. Her legs were long and thin and pale and firm, and her panties were a match to her bra, black and lacy and held in place by a thin strap going around her waist. The front was a mere triangle covering her pussy. I tried to see how much hair she had there, but couldn't quite make it out. She now sat beside me, nearly naked and holding a thin stemmed glass of wine in her hand. She looked at me over the rim of her glass to gauge my reaction. I could barely contain myself. I wanted to grab her and fuck her right there on the couch, but I didn't want to come on too strong and scare her away. I fidgeted, feeling my cock rising in my pants. "Let's see yours," she said, smiling. It didn't take much encouragement to get me out of my clothes. I fiddled with the suit clothes and finally got them all off except for my underwear. My briefs were a dark color and fit me pretty snugly. I keep relatively fit by jogging and swimming, so I wasn't embarrassed about my body. My cock was standing at attention and I rubbed it a little to settle it in place. "If you want me to model for you, you'll have to take some pictures," she said, and stood up. I watched her ass with the small triangle of panty fabric in the back as she walked down the hallway. She returned with a small camera in her hand and gave it to me. She pointed vaguely to the controls and I figured them out quickly. She went over to the bar separating the living room from the kitchen and put a foot up on one of the barstools. Leaning forward, with one leg crooked and the other extended behind her, she lay her head on her flexed knee, her breasts just brushing her thigh and her long black hair cascading down toward the floor. Her red lips were pouty and I stood up and focused and then snapped the shutter. She instantly moved to another provocative pose, and then another as the flash went off. She moved around sinuously, striking pose after pose. She undid her bra and held the cups in her hands and then let the bra dangle from her fingers before dropping it to the floor. I kept taking pictures, my breathing becoming deeper and my sweat occasionally fogging the viewfinder of the camera. When she slid her panties off and I could see that her pussy was shaved smooth except for a tiny patch of sparse dark hair right at the V, I was in a state of high excitement, and it was hard to continue focusing and shooting pictures. She leaned back across two barstools and raised one leg into the air while balancing the other on the footrest of the barstool. This opened up her pussy to my view and I stepped practically between her legs and took several shots of her bared pussy. It was dripping wet and she put a finger inside and I took a shot of that. Then she put her finger into her mouth and licked the pussy juice from it and I shot that as well. I was pretty near the end of my rope and it was hard to concentrate on shooting pictures as my cock was begging to be released. Finally I stripped my tight briefs down and let it out. "I want you," I said, gasping for breath. "What do you want?" "I want to fuck you." "Not right away. Follow me." I followed her naked ass to her bedroom, my cock throbbing in my hand, the camera left behind. She walked to the foot of the bed where a video camera was set up on a tripod, with a light on another tripod next to it. She turned on the camera and light and sat on the edge of the bed. The light was very bright and it made her pale flesh even paler. She spread her legs and leaned over and picked up some object from the bedside table. I knelt down and put my hands on her creamy thighs. My nose was practically in her pussy and I inhaled the marvelous scent as I moved my head closer, my tongue dangling out of my mouth. Just as my lips touched her inner thigh I felt a sharp blow across my back. It startled me because I wasn't expecting anything and couldn't exactly identify it. I looked up quizzically and saw she had a sort of riding crop in her hand. It was about the size of a golf club, but with a springy shaft and the end was a little spoon shaped leather pad. It was all black leather and she popped it against my naked butt cheeks and I felt it sting. She snapped it again on my other butt cheek, a little harder this time and a tear involuntarily crept down my cheek. "Eat my pussy," she said, breathing heavily. "Eat it good." I buried my nose in the crevice of her pussy and ran my tongue up and down and inside her until I found her clit at the top. I lapped at that greedily and pushed a finger into her slit to lubricate her up while I gobbled on her sensuous little button. She sighed as I caressed her most sensitive part and then whipped the crop across my back a few more times. She paid especial attention to my butt cheeks, and it began to hurt less and made a sort of punctuation to the intensity of the lust that was growing within me. She moved her legs and pushed on my shoulders, disengaging me from her cunt. I looked up at her, my lips dripping with her pussy juice, and she picked up something else from the table. "This is for you, baby," she said, holding up a bulging butt plug, "and this is for me." She showed me a remote that was evidently connected to the dildo for my ass. Then she held up a cock shaped dildo. She spread some lube on the plug and I got on my hands and knees and she spread my cheeks and pushed the plug into my asshole. It wouldn't go in all the way at first, but she waited and massaged my red cheeks with her lube-coated fingers and finally my sphincter relaxed and she shoved the dildo home. It slid past the ring muscle and was held in place by the muscle and by the enlarged base. She moved it around a bit inside me, and it sent a tingle through me when it rubbed against my prostate. I almost shivered and she slapped my ass. "You like that, don't you baby? You like it when I fuck your ass." The second time she said it wasn't a question. She knew she had me and could do whatever she wanted with me, including fucking me and even beating me. She arranged pillows on the bed and propped herself up on them with her legs spread wide. She handed me the cock-shaped dildo with a vibrator control in the base. I knew just what she wanted and I knelt to her pussy, clamping my lips on her clit and rolling the rubbery dildo against her cunt. It went in easily and I manipulated it so I could eat her and fuck her at the same time. She moaned as I turned the base of the vibrator to low, and then she hit me again. Her hips were moving against me and I gripped them in my sweaty hands as I ate her and pushed the dildo into her wet pussy. She hit me again and again, and the sound became louder as I sweated more. It no longer hurt, but started to feel good, even though she was hitting me harder now. My pulse was racing and the sensation was more like a spasm as my lust built up more and more. Then she turned on the butt plug in my ass and the sweat nearly froze on my body. The dildo squirmed inside me and the buzzing went through my whole body. I stopped eating her pussy and drew in a deep breath. She snapped the riding crop hard on my ass. "Eat me," she said. "Fuck me you little whore." I started gulping on her clit again and moving the vibrating dildo in and out of her pussy. It slipped out and when I pushed it back she moved her hips upward and it grazed against her asshole. "Fuck my ass," she said, and the juicy wet dildo went into her asshole in one smooth motion. She grabbed a handful of my hair in one hand and smacked me with her whip with the other. "Oh, you little bitch," she snarled. "Give it to me." She threw back her head and I jammed the dildo as far as it would go into her ass and turned the vibrator up to max. She gritted her teeth and her little breasts were quivering on her chest as she let out a long growl that turned into a series of sharp cries and then a low moan of satisfaction as she thrust her hips at me and I moved my tongue into her pussy and lapped up the creamy fluid of her orgasm. I turned the dildo vibrator off and felt the one in my ass stop pulsating as well. Her hands were on my back and shoulders and cheeks as I continued to lick at her softly as she rode out the waves of her release. I engulfed her pussy lips with my lips and kissed her soft belly and caressed her hips and ass and finally pulled my head free and gasped in a deep breath. She opened her arms and I fell into them, feeling her heaving breasts sweaty against my chest, the little nipples boring into me and I kissed her, knowing I tasted like her pussy, and she slid her tongue into my mouth and put her arms around me and we lay like that for a long time, until our hearts had slowed and the warm afterglow of orgasm had spread through her. I realized I had also cum in the excitement, as a dribble of viscous fluid still clung to my shrinking cock. She slid the dildo out of my ass and I felt an additional shiver of delight as it slipped past my prostate and the tight muscle holding it in place. "That's a good boy," she said. "You fucked me good." I wondered just how intense fucking this beautiful little sex pot would eventually take me. It wasn't long before I found out, but by then it was too late. I knew I was destined to be her love slave for whatever she wanted. She languished on the couch after we had both dressed. She had put on only panties and a short robe that was the length of a miniskirt on her, revealing her creamy thighs and occasionally giving me a glimpse of her snow white panties. The robe had a zipper front and she left it unzipped almost to her waist, so I could see the edges of her delectable breasts as well, and if she leaned over I could see the rounded form of them almost to the nipples. "Next time I'm going to use a strap-on and really fuck your little ass," she said casually, as if she were discussing what she was going to cook for dinner. "And then I'm going to bring over a guy to fuck you. You'll like that. He's got a really nice cock. I might even let you suck him off." "I'm not gay," I protested, "or even bi." "Oh yes you are," she said with a finality that I couldn't argue with. I had certainly toyed with a few small dildos in my own ass and in a couple of women's asses, but tonight was the first time I had really taken it up the ass. But when I looked at her, the vision of sexiness, calm and collected and sure of herself, I knew I'd do anything she asked, even suck a guy's cock, just to get inside her. I was getting up to go when she unzipped her robe and reached a hand inside her panties. She began fingering herself slowly, closing her eyes with the pleasure she was giving herself. I watched her, transfixed and unsure of what to do next. My cock began to rise as I watched her slide her panties down and shove a finger into her pussy, and then two fingers. "Eat my ass," she said in a bare whisper. "Stick your tongue in my ass while I fuck myself." She raised her legs high and moved her fingers in and out of her slick pussy. I got down on the floor and ran my hands over her smooth cheeks, spreading her and raising her up even more so her asshole was just in front of my face. I licked between her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs and then I buried my nose into her pussy and stiffened my tongue and flicked it around her asshole. I slurped at her ass lips until they opened and I slid my tongue inside as far as it would go, eating her asshole like it was a pussy, or like I was kissing her soft lips and stabbing my tongue into her mouth. Her ass tasted sweet and it responded to my kisses as I inhaled her pussy smell and ate her asshole with complete abandon. She flicked her fingers against her clit and began shaking as she brought herself near orgasm. I kept up my attack on her asshole and caressed her thighs and rubbed her stomach and touched her hands as they went into her pussy and then she started concentrating on her clit and I slipped two of my fingers into her pussy. I could feel my fingers pressing against the thin membrane separating her pussy from her asshole, and I licked at where they were, and kissed her asshole fervently and sluiced my fingers insistently in and out of her pussy, feeling her excitement grow as she brought herself near climax. She began gasping and moaning and put her free hand in my hair and clutched it tightly, bringing me deeper into her ass and fingering herself intently on the clit as I worked my fingers in her pussy and my lips and tongue sometimes flicked against her pussy too, and I tasted her juices on my fingers as I finger fucked her. Then she jerked violently and let out a protracted groan, and pulled my face tight against her ass and her body spasmed as I held on and lapped softly into her asshole and into her pussy while her clit manipulations sent her over the edge into the abyss of her orgasm. She came hard and her body slithered in my hands and I tasted her and licked at her and bit her tenderly and made little cooing moans of my own as she came down from her sexual high. "Good boy," she said, her voice almost a purr. "That's what I like, a boy who knows his place and does just what I say." She petted my head much as a person would pet a complacent kitten and gradually she unwrapped her legs from around my head and set them on the sofa. She zipped up her robe partway and got up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. She handed one to me when she got back and I gulped it down and ran my fingers through my hair and straightened myself up a little as I sat on a chair watching her sinuous moves and the air of sexuality she exuded. I was sinking under her spell and there was nothing I could do about it, and nothing I wanted to do about it, except succumb to her every wish. I went back to her apartment after she called me a week later. I knew I had to be ready for anything, and I had even cleaned out my ass by using a prepackaged enema I got at the drug store. I then used a syringe type apparatus with a squeeze bulb on it to force some soapy water up my ass, followed by warm water. I dressed very simply, in gym shorts and a pull over shirt and sandals. I knew she'd have whatever she wanted to use, and I would submit completely to her desires. I wanted to fuck her again more than anything. Michelle swung the door open and held it while I strolled in. The room was dark, with the only light coming from the TV, where she had a porn video playing. The air smelled of incense and throbbed with sexual tension. I could smell her perfume when I walked in, and I thought I smelled her pussy too. She had laid a thick rug on top of the carpeted floor and there were a couple of padded, oversized footstools next to the couch. The middle of the room was open. Before I could even register what she was wearing, she stepped behind me and slipped a blindfold over my eyes. "Strip," she said, and I slid off my clothes easily and dropped them to the floor. "Kneel down," she said and I complied. I felt her fingers on my ass and they were silky and smooth with lube. She spread my ass cheeks apart and toyed with my balls and then gripped my cock briefly before returning to my ass. Her cool fingers pried me apart and she worked gobs of lube into my asshole with her fingers. I was glad I had cleaned myself out as she drilled her fingers deep inside me. I knew they'd come out clean. She slapped me on both ass cheeks with her riding crop and then I felt her kneeling behind me and a stiffness was probing at my asshole. I knew it must be a dildo, and from the pressure from her thighs, a strap-on variety. She held my hips and spread my cheeks and worked the dildo into my asshole and then pushed. It went in only an inch or so and she unscrewed a bottle and held it under my nose. I inhaled the sordid scent of poppers and my head went dizzy with desire. She pushed forward and I gasped. She held the poppers under my nose and I inhaled again and she shoved and suddenly her cock was inside me. I felt myself sweating and then felt the sweat cooling on my brow. She began fucking me slowly, lovingly, and I opened to her, shoving my ass backward as she shoved forward. Her movements were slow and sensuous and her fingers trailed over my back and massaged my ass cheeks as she drove deep inside me. It felt heavenly to get fucked in the ass by a lovely sexy woman, and I luxuriated in the feeling. I was still blindfolded so the sensation was increased by not having any visual cues to go along with the physical ones. Suddenly I became aware of a warm presence in front of me. Instinctively, I looked up, but of course I didn't see anything. I felt the heat of a body and then I felt fingers going through my hair and then I smelled and felt the heat of a cock just in front of me. "Suck him," Michelle said. "Suck his cock you little whore. Eat him, you fucking cock slut." I had never sucked a cock before, well not since becoming an adult at least, though I had played around with other guys as a kid. I had seen plenty of them of course, and had fucked a woman with another guy once, one of us going at each end of her, but we never did anything to each other except high fives and slaps on the shoulder. The cock was pressing against my cheek and I reached for it and wrapped my fingers around it to gauge its size and stiffness. It was super hard and firm and smooth and I could smell it and feel its heat and Michelle was fucking me slowly in the ass, waiting for me to suck it, and my head went dizzy and I took the head into my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. It felt good in my mouth, and the taste was mild. It was like a hot muscle throbbing to the touch of my lips. I darted my tongue around it and felt a response. My eyes were already closed and blindfolded and I moved my lips down toward the base until they contacted my fingers wrapped around the shaft. I started moving up and down on the cock, exerting some pressure with my lips the way I liked it when my cock was sucked. I remembered getting sucked off by a guy a time or two in an adult book store in the video booths where it was dark and a fuck video was on the screen with moans and flesh sounds and how good that felt and how I came quickly and the guy swallowed it. I felt the cock stabbing into my asshole and started sucking in rhythm with the artificial cock going into me. After awhile I got used to the feeling of it in my mouth and starting lashing my tongue and changing the pressure of my lips and making my cheeks sink in like I was sucking on a straw and I started going deeper until the hard cock was jabbing at my throat. The muscles relaxed a little there and the big cock slid into my throat. I tried to gulp but I couldn't as my air passage was blocked. It was a tight fit and the guy began fucking into my face. It made me gag involuntarily as my instinct was to breathe. I pulled back and let the cock slide wetly from my dripping lips while I belched and then choked a little. "Take it easy baby," Michelle cooed at me. "Just relax and enjoy the ride. You can take it." She slid her lubed cock deep into my ass and slapped my cheeks a little. "Take it down your throat fuck baby," she whispered, and my lust was inflamed as she stroked my back and fucked my ass. I went back to sucking the cock, sliding my lips all the way to the base until it pressed against my throat again. I let it go in just a little and it was okay. I suppressed the gag reflex as much as I could and pulled back off to get a breath and then went down on the big cock again, feeling it slide home. I bobbed up and down on it a few times and then came up for another breath. Continuing this momentum I found that I could deep throat the guy's cock somewhat successfully. When he pressed his hips forward and started fucking my mouth instead of me controlling it, the gag resurfaced and I had to put a hand around his cock to stifle it. But after a little more effort I found I could go all the way down on him and bob up and down and then let it out of my throat and use my lips and tongue more aggressively. Michelle began fucking me harder and I started sucking harder and my fingers went under the guy's balls and I caressed them and started really enjoying the sensation of his dick inflating in my mouth. I wanted him to cum and I pulled on his cock with my lips and wrapped my tongue around his head and devoted myself to his cock. "That's it baby, suck him off, all the way off. Oh, you little cock sucking slut. Eat him," Michelle practically yelled at me. They guy started pulsing his hips and I manipulated how deep he went with my hand and fingers around his cock and I could feel him getting more intense and his cock began to swell up even larger and I sucked as hard and fast as I could. I moved my ass back and Michelle let me fuck myself as I dove down on the hard cock in my mouth and then he began shouting or moaning and I could feel the hot viscous liquid pouring into my mouth as he jerked in spurts into my mouth. I tried to hold it but it shot down my throat, at least some of it did, and I sputtered and felt a hot splash go across my cheek and start dribbling down my chin. He shoved his cock back into my mouth and another big shot erupted into me. I held that one and waited for him to calm down. He came in spurts and each one elicited a grunt from him. He locked his fingers in my hair and kept his cock moving in and out of my mouth, but irregularly to coincide with his orgasm. Finally he pulled out all the way, holding my head in his hands and jerking as the head of his cock slid out. "Oh baby," he said in a harsh whisper, "that was good." "Swallow it baby," Michelle said and I gulped down what was in my mouth. Her cock came out of my ass and she rolled me over on my side and wiped her fingers over my cheeks where rivulets of cum were dripping down. She scooped these up with her fingers and fed them into my mouth. "Swallow it all baby," she said, her voice a murmur in my ears. Just as she gave me the last of it I felt her lips touching mine and her tongue burrowing inside my mouth. She moaned softly as she kissed me, her tongue digging into my mouth and sharing the taste of cum I had in me. She kissed my cheeks and ran her tongue over my face and then into my ear. "You're a good cock sucker now," she said so softly I almost didn't hear her. She slipped the mask off my face and I blinked into the light. I was on my back looking up at her and just over her shoulder I saw the guy whose cock I had just sucked, stroking himself slowly and grinning down at me. He was a good looking guy, tall and not exactly muscular, but fit and with a firm belly. His cock was now semi hard and he played with it as he watched my face. "We're not finished yet," Michelle said, and stood up and shook her long hair over her shoulders. She reached a hand down to me and I took it and followed her meekly down the hallway to her bedroom. She ordered me to lie on the bed facing up. She looked at me and then the guy came up behind her and put his arms around her, fondling her small breasts. She leaned back and kissed him and then they both began walking around the bed. They took my hands and feet and spread them apart so I was spread-eagled on the bed. Each appendage was cuffed by some nylon material with a Velcro closing and they tied each of these to a corner post on the bed so I was helpless to do anything but squirm. My cock was sticking up in anticipation, but I didn't know of what. I smiled with a little nervousness and licked my lips. Michelle took hold of my upright cock and began jacking me off. She put a squirt of lube in her hand and moved her fingers sensuously around and up and down. She jacked me off with one hand and put the other under my balls, cupping them and squeezing them gently. I rotated my hips as she made love to my cock. "Help me out, Eric," she said, and the guy whose cock I had just sucked knelt on the other side of the bed. Instead of replacing her hand with his, as I thought he would do, he held his lips just above the head of my cock, and as Michelle continued to jack me off, the head of my cock would touch his lips. He flicked his tongue against it and then put his lips around it, so that as I was getting jacked off I was also getting sucked. Her slender fingers worked magic on my cock and Eric's lips went deeper and deeper and a warm, misty feeling crept all over me. I thought I was going to get to cum in Eric's mouth, but Michelle had other plans. She shifted her attention to my balls and caressed them and then put her head between my outspread legs and started licking them as Eric sucked my cock deep into his mouth. I closed my eyes and relished the sensations and then I felt Michelle's finger sliding into my ass just as her tongue was whipping against the underside of my balls and Eric's lips were causing me to start to tremble in anticipation. Just as I was nearing orgasm, she withdrew her finger and sat up. She got off the bed and got out another toy, but I couldn't see it clearly with Eric's head still buried in my lap. She sat back on the edge of the bed and Eric released my cock. I ached with the need to cum, but I knew I had to do whatever Michelle wanted. I couldn't quite figure out the mechanism she positioned on the bed between my legs, but I saw that it had a long rod and a dildo attached to the end. She put more lube on my asshole and some on the dildo as I stared at it quizzically. She propped it against the footboard of the bed. It was some kind of box, with some switches and levers. She maneuvered it so the dildo was against my asshole and then pushed it inside me. It felt good after it went past the resistant muscle, but it hurt a little too. Then she turned it on. It was a fucking machine, and she turned it on slow at first and it fucked in and out with a little mechanical whir. She fiddled with the controls and it began to swivel or rotate inside me, fucking me and moving around in small circles. Then it began to vibrate, but it felt like the vibrations were coming in waves, like it was starting at the base and moving upward and around. She increased the pace and it fucked me faster. She watched me as I got fucked and kissed Erick and pressed her small breasts against him and grabbed his cock and started jacking him off. I was helplessly strapped to the bed with the fucking machine going in and out of my asshole. I watched Michelle making out with Eric and felt the machine tearing into me. My cock was at its hardest and sweat was pouring off my forehead and dripping onto the bed. I moaned, but I couldn't tell if it was from ecstasy or pain, or, more likely, a combination of both. The machine was driving me crazy and my cock was throbbing and my insides were on fire. She started jacking me off again, slowly at first and then harder and harder. She squeezed on my cock as she pounded it up and down and when she got to the base she increased the pressure. She was jacking me off furiously and then Eric's hand replaced hers and he jacked me off. They switched back and forth and kissed each other deeply as they jacked me off. I heard a sound like a door opening and automatically swiveled my head, but I couldn't see anything and the door to the bedroom stood wide open. "Come on baby, cum for me," Michelle said, jacking me off as hard as she could. Eric now moved to my head and stuffed his cock into my mouth. I gasped as it filled me instantly and my lips clung to it as he fed it to me. He climbed on top of my chest and put his hands around my head and positioned me just the way he wanted and began fucking my face, his cock barreling in and out and jamming down my throat. It was so hard and fast that the gag reflex went into disconnect. I was now getting fucked in the ass, fucked in the mouth and jacked off all at the same time. My balls started rumbling and I could feel the orgasm starting. I groaned as much as I could with the big cock stuffed in my mouth, but it was mostly a sound from my chest. I started cumming and it was like no other orgasm I had ever felt. My balls emptied, my heart started racing, my lips clamped tight on the cock in my throat, and cum flew in huge spurts out of my cock as Michelle pumped it up and down. She kept up her furious pace so the cum flew out in streams, splattering on my stomach and dribbling down her fingers. She slowed a little, but kept jacking me off. She put her lips over my cock head and gulped down the cum that remained there, and I shot another burst into her mouth. She licked her fingers and put them in her mouth and turned the fucking machine down to a low speed. I was still getting fucked, but Eric had removed his cock from my mouth. I was dizzy with lust and couldn't focus on the room. Michelle's fingers coaxed my cock to remain hard even after it had been emptied of cum, and Eric kissed my lips and watched me get fucked. "Come on in Stephanie," Michelle said. "We're just fucking our little love toy." "Your fuck boy, you mean," I heard a soft feminine voice say. I swiveled my head as Eric moved aside and Michelle slowed her jacking of my cock and turned the machine to off, though the dildo remained buried in my asshole. It looked like a younger version of Michelle, except her hair was a pale platinum instead of the black that Michelle sported. Her hair was longer also, draping down to her ass. She was thinner than Michelle, but not by a lot. The face was very similar, and the blue eyes were almost identical. She came over and kissed Michelle on the lips. "Looks like a live one." "Yes, he's a good boy, a good fuck slut," Michelle said. "You want a piece of him?" "I'd rather have a piece of you," she said, kissing her again, and this time sending her tongue inside Michelle's mouth. "Well then, get undressed." Stephanie wasn't wearing much, just a miniskirt and a pullover top that clung to her tightly. She grabbed the bottom of it and slid it over her long hair and I saw she wasn't wearing a bra, and that her breasts were even smaller than Michelle's, mere whispers of breasts. Her legs were also more slender, but she moved and looked much like her. Michelle left the cock in my ass and sat on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs, and Stephanie immediately got down on her knees and began kissing and licking her pussy, sending shivers through Michelle, who leaned back and let her hair trail across my stomach as the younger girl began eating her pussy in earnest. Michelle's eyes locked on mine as she was getting eaten, and she looked beautiful upside down to me, with her small breasts heaving, her elbows on the bed and her hair draping across my naked stomach. Some cum was still on my belly, and her hair was streaked with it and her red lips were pursed in passion. "By the way, this is my sister Stephanie," she said. "Steph, this is fuck boy, uh, Ray." Nothing much could shock me any more after what I'd already been through, but the fact that she was fucking me when her sister walked in and then the sister began having sex with Michelle set my mind to reeling. I looked at Eric and wondered if he was a relation too, maybe her brother. "And, uh, Eric?" I asked. "Our boyfriend." The "our" struck me. Eric was fucking both sisters and they were doing each other and both Michelle and Eric had fucked me, and it wasn't even a bet to guess that all three of them joined in for foursomes, and it wasn't much stretch to figure they all fucked around outside that core relationship as well. Stephanie was really going to town on her sister's pussy and Michelle was loving it too, encouraging her with little murmuring words, stroking her cheeks and running her fingers through Stephanie's long yellow hair. It didn't take long for her to start grasping big handfuls of that hair and leaning her head back and letting out loud moans of pleasure as her orgasm shook her body and left her limp. Stephanie wiped her lips and then stood up, leaned over and kissed her sister again, sending her tongue our passionately and being joined just as eagerly. I was still fastened down to the bed, but Eric started undoing the straps so I could sit up. "Don't think we're through with you yet, fuck boy," Michelle said, "but you can take a break. We all need one, I think." Eric went out of the room Stephanie and Michelle stretched out against the headboard, touching each other and playing with each other's hair, caressing thighs, breasts, and occasionally exchanging playful kisses as well. It was clear they loved being with each other and sharing partners seemed to be part of the closeness they shared. "How long have you two been doing each other?" I asked. "I started eating her pussy when she was 13 and I was 18," Michelle said. "It was her birthday." "Yeah, it was a great birthday present," Stephanie said. "I remember asking you how you learned to eat pussy." "And I said from Mom." "And it was just about six months later that I learned firsthand from her." "And then Dad," Michelle said. "Right, but he wasn't that much into eating pussy." "No, but he loved to fuck." "He loved to fuck his daughters." "He fucked Mom too." "Uh-huh, when she was with other men." "He liked to fuck in the ass," Michelle said, patting her own ass. "Whew, sounds like you too had a hot childhood. I never experienced anything like that while I was growing up," I said. They both looked at me. "Well, you turned into a pretty good fuck boy all the same," Michelle said and turned back to her sister, kissing her on the lips. Eric returned carrying a bottle of sparkling water and a stack of paper cups. He tossed a couple of towels on the bed and began pouring everyone water. "How about you?" I asked. "Me what?" "Did you ever fuck around with your family growing up?" "Sort of. I sucked off my brother a couple of times, but nothing regular. I always wanted to fuck my Mom, though." "Eric's not a fuck boy like you," Michelle said, "but he's a good fuck. He started out dating Steph, when she was 19." "Last year," Stephanie said. "I wanted to meet him, of course, being the older sister by five years. And I wanted to see what kind of guy my sister was fucking." "And you wanted to fuck him yourself," Stephanie said. "Well, yeah, if he was hot enough, which he was, uh, is." She looked at Eric, who just nodded his head. "You wanted to fuck him with me." "Uh-huh, and that's precisely what happened." "On our second date," Stephanie said. "Yes, and it was lovely, both of us fucked him and then we fucked each other and then, um . . ." "And then you fucked him while he fucked me." "Oh, yeah, that's right and then we both sucked him and, well, the order isn't important. We started dating as a threesome." "Not exactly dating, as in going out," Stephanie said. "Most of our dates were in the bedroom. Fuck dates." "With Eric and us, and then with all of us plus some others." "Men and women?" I asked. "Of course. Well, soon we started looking for a regular fuck boy, someone we could all fuck however we wanted, and who wouldn't infringe on our regular relationship." "If you can call it regular," I said. "Regular enough for us," Stephanie said. "So you're our new fuck boy, then," Michelle said, "and now I want you to get down on the floor on your hands and knees and get ready for some more fucking." I gulped down the last of my water and obeyed, knowing I'd get fucked in the ass again, but not knowing what else. Michelle positioned the fuck machine on the floor behind me. It was on a pretty sturdy box, but she braced it against the foot of the bed and got me into the right spot. By now I was liking the ass fucking and the machine was a good fucker as long as it wasn't set too high. She pried my ass cheeks apart, re-lubed my asshole and pushed the rubbery dildo into my now well used hole. She began fucking me and got out her riding crop and put a few good smacks on my cheeks. She handed it to Stephanie, who also whacked me, but less forcefully than her sister. Eric got down on his knees and stroked his cock to erection and moved closer to my face, grinning as he pressed the head of it to my lips. I opened my mouth and took him in eagerly. I was getting used to being the fuck boy and his cock tasted pretty good after I got used to it. He started fucking my face as the fuck machine fucked my ass. The sisters giggled together and played with each other, putting their fingers into each other's pussies until they were wobbly on their feet. They sprawled onto the bed and wormed their way to a 69 position, eating each other's pussies with relish while I got fucked from both ends on the floor. Eric took his time, slowly building up his intensity. He kept his cock pistoning in and out of my mouth and held my head steady in his strong hands, but he'd let me suck at my own pace sometimes too, and when I played with his balls or ran my finger against his asshole, he responded. Mostly though, he just fucked my face, taking my cheeks in his hands or locking his fingers in my hair and fucking my mouth like it was a pussy. I knew he was going to cum soon, and as the machine relentlessly fucked deep into my ass, I got into sucking Eric's cock and slathered it with my lips and tongue and let him fuck me all the way down my throat. My gag reflex had subsided to a large extent, as long as my throat wasn't filled too long and I began to enjoy the feeling of taking him all the way to his root. He set the pace and got himself worked up so he was ready to cum. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth, fuck boy," he said. "And you're gonna swallow it, all of it." "Um-hmm," I moaned, as much as I could with his cock buried in my mouth. I increased the pressure of my lips and worked up and down on his shaft, sliding my tongue around the underside until he was gasping and throwing his head back. "Here it cums," he said. "Eat it up, fuck boy." The girls peeped over the edge of the bed as Eric started cumming. Great huge gobs of his creamy cum shot into me. Some of it went directly down my throat, but most of it landed in my mouth. My cheeks bulged out and I held on as he pumped his cock into me, filling my mouth to overflowing. I could feel dribbles of it coming out of my mouth and dripping down my chin. He held me tight until he had exhausted all of his cum and then he pulled slowly out. "That's it, good boy," he said. "Swallow it." I looked up at him and swirled my tongue around in my mouth before taking a very audible swallow and then another. I ran my fingers across my chin and cheeks and coated them with cum and stuck them in my mouth and swallowed that as well. "Yes, good boy," Michelle said. "Good fuck boy," Stephanie added. They had evidently brought each other off while we were fucking on the floor, as they turned around to a side-by-side position, their heads just on the edge of the bed, their stomachs down and their cute butts poking up. They kicked their legs and smiled at us. I rolled over onto my back and looked up at them while Eric went to sit beside them. "We're going to have a lot of fun with this fuck boy," Stephanie said. "He's a good one." "Yes, he is. I think that's about enough for today," Michelle said. "But we're gonna have lots more in store for you, soon." I waited for the call I knew would come, and in a couple of weeks it did. I had hardly looked at another woman in the meantime, but had pondered about my mother. Like Eric, I had always wanted to fuck her. I was an only child, so I had never sucked off a brother, or fucked a sister, and my Dad had left when I was only 11, and I had rarely seen him since, and not at all for the last five years. I was 28 now, Stephanie was 20, and Michelle would be 25, if my math and memory were correct. None of us were living at home, but I guessed the two girls still visited, and I guessed they still fucked their parents. I hadn't seen my mother in almost six months, and after my session with the sisters, I thought I was ready to see her again. I wondered how she'd respond if I made a move on her. I knew I'd have to be careful so if she rejected my come on, I could pretend it was something else, a mistake. Still, I wanted to fuck her, and it bored into my brain. I called her up one night and said I thought I'd drop by the next day, a Saturday, if she'd be home and not too busy. She was glad to hear from me and said she'd fix lunch if I told her what time I'd be there, and then we could chat and catch up. I wanted to catch her naked, but I didn't say anything about that, and I didn't have any real plan about how to get into her pants, but I was hot to give it a try. Mom was 46, not exactly a youngster, but still fit and attractive. She kept active and watched her figure, and I always thought she was pretty. She had hardly dated at all after Dad left, and as far as I knew hadn't had a relationship with a man in almost 10 years, about the time I left. I rang the bell to let her know I was there, opened the door and walked in. She came down the stairs to meet me. Her hair was tied up in some sort of bandana, and she had also tied up her blouse so it was knotted under her breasts. She wore jean shorts that fit her well, but were relatively loose. She had on gym shoes and ankle socks. I thought she looked great and gave her a big hug, feeling her breasts pressing into my chest. She said she was doing some cleaning, but would stop now and fix lunch. I watched her ass as I followed her to the kitchen, and noticed the slim smoothness of her thighs and calves. My mouth was already watering, and I came up close behind her to feel her heat and smell her. I put my head over her shoulder and inhaled her aroma. She stopped and reached over her shoulder to pat my head and caress my cheek. "You're feeling lovey," she said. "You feel pretty good too," I said, trying to make it sound casual and longing to cup her breasts from behind and put my hand between her legs and press her ass into my crotch. She turned around and looked up into my eyes. "You've never said that before," she said, her head tilted a bit to the side. "But thanks for the compliment." Her lips twisted into a slight smile and she put her arms around me and stood on tiptoe and I pulled her tight against me, getting the full feel of her breasts against me, and putting one hand in the small of her back and pulling her toward me. Her stomach was rubbing against my crotch and I started to get hard. My hand went down to her butt, and I patted her there and then let my hand slide around to her hip. She went back down onto her feet and put a hand on my shoulder, looking up into my eyes. "You are feeling frisky," she said and kissed me lightly on the cheek and then on the lips. She turned around and washed her hands in the sink and undid her hair and shook it loose over her shoulders. Mom is short, only a little over five feet tall and weighs less than 120. Her breasts are probably a B-cup size and her hair is a chestnut brown with lots of curl in it. Her eyes are a light hazel and she likes to wear just a hint of makeup, pink frosted lipstick, a little blush on the cheeks, and some blue eye shadow. She made some soup and sandwiches and put club soda over ice. I kept staring at her as we ate, not able to get the idea of fucking her off my mind. When we finished eating and she'd cleared the table, she undid the knot from the bottom of her blouse, leaving it unbuttoned. She was talking, but I wasn't hearing much of what she was saying. She ran her fingers through her curly hair and it settled over the front of her shoulders. "You could probably unbutton it a little more," I said, nodding toward her blouse. "It would be more comfortable." She looked down at her hair cascading over the front, looked up at me and seemed to think about it for a minute. Her fingers toyed with the top button and then she smiled faintly. She undid the top button. "One more," I said softly, my eyes not looking into hers. She twisted the next one undone. "There's only one more," she said. I shrugged my shoulders, my heart beating fast in my chest. I looked at her chest rising and falling, her soft brown hair covering her blouse so I could barely see it. She undid the final button and the blouse floated open. I saw a hint of white bra, but her hair continued to obscure it. "Sort of like a bikini, isn't it?" I said, indicating her bra. "Not exactly." She looked down at it and waved her hair aside. I'd never seen her in a bra before, except probably a couple of times when I was a kid that I couldn't exactly remember. She brushed the last strands of her hair away and I looked at her lacy white bra. It had translucent parts to it and wasn't padded as I'd expected. It fit her nicely and though the nipples were covered by opaque material, I could clearly see the shape and size of her breasts. "It looks great," I said. "You look great. I don't think I've ever seen you in a bra before, or at least not such a sexy one." "Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked. "Of course I do, Mom. I've always thought you were pretty, and wondered why you didn't date after Dad left." "You took the place of dating," she said. "Well, you do look good," I said. "Stand up and let me see you." She stood up and her blouse was still around her shoulders, but her breasts stood out and her smooth stomach and slender legs made me take a deep breath. I put my hands on her shoulders and was amazed as I took hold of her blouse and moved my hands downward and the blouse came off in my hands and fluttered to the floor. "You look as good as a model," I said. "Turn around and let me see the full effect." She shook her head into place behind her back, put one foot in front of the other and paraded across the kitchen for me, while I clapped at her performance. I held my arms open and she slid into them, her face turned up toward me and her breasts resting smoothly against my chest. She looked so pretty in my arms that way, and her hazel eyes were wide with affection, and I bent down and kissed her softly on the lips, letting the kiss linger, and I felt her tongue brush very lightly against my lips. My hands were clinging to her back and pulling her into me, and I let them stray down to her butt and I clasped her cheeks and lifted her slightly off the floor. I put my fingers into her waistband. "This is only half the effect," I said, tugging at the loops in the waist of her shorts. She backed away and I stared at her breasts, half visible through her bra. "You want to see me in my panties?" "Very much." "You'll have to call me Eileen then. You can't call me Mom when I'm in my underwear." "It's a deal Eileen." She hesitated a little, but then sat down and slipped off her shoes and undid the button of her shorts. When she stood up the zipper was down and she shrugged her hips and the jeans fell to the floor. Her panties matched her bra, white and partly lacy with translucent patches. They fit her snugly and I stared at the V where her legs met, wondering how much she shaved. I couldn't see enough to tell. "Now let me see you do your model walk." She strutted across the floor again, and I stared at her ass encased in the silky panties and watched as she swayed back and forth, exaggerating her movements for me. She came into my arms again and this time I didn't hesitate in putting my hands on her ass and grabbing it and pulling her to me. I slid them inside the top hem so I could feel her bare ass and she wriggled against me. I could feel her crotch hot against my leg, and one of her legs wrapped around mine. I released her ass and moved my hands up her back and ran my fingers through her hair and then touched her shoulders. The thin straps of her bra straps slipped easily off her shoulders and she shrugged her arms and they fell free. I moved my hands up her back and with only a little difficulty undid the clasp. I bent my head down and kissed her on the lips, this time sending my tongue into her mouth. I was thrilled when hers met mine and they tangled together and I knew my cock was rising and I felt her legs around mine and I gasped for a breath and her bra fell to the floor. I ran my hands down to cup them, and I felt their warm softness vibrate in my fingers, and I squeezed them and pinched the nipples and slid my head down against them, pressing them against my cheek and then turning and sucking one into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the nipple. She put her hands in my hair and pressed against me, breathing heavily in my ear and kissing me lightly as I suckled on her breast. I switched to the other one and manipulated the one I wasn't sucking with my eager fingers. "Oh Ray," she said breathlessly. "Let's go upstairs." I followed her ass with my eyes as she walked slowly up the stairs and turned into her bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and peeled down her panties. I shucked my clothes off quickly and got up on the bed, pulling her beside me. We were both now completely naked and I was about to fuck my mother, something I'd dreamed about but never dreamed would actually happen. She lay on her back and I straddled her. Her breasts were rising and falling with her rapid breathing and my cock was hard and against her slightly rounded belly. I moved my hips to rub it against her and felt the wetness of her pussy throbbing beneath me. She rolled her head from side to side and I smiled at her and then crushed my lips to hers, thrilling to the feel of her soft lips touching mine and her hot tongue searching desperately for mine. I pulled away from the kiss and sat back so my cock slid off my mother's belly. I took her legs in my hands and raised them up. Her pussy was shaved, not smooth, but shaved with a little triangle of dark hair, almost like an arrow pointing the way to her hottest spot. I lifted her so her ass came off the bed, and I put her legs over my shoulders. I wanted to fuck her more than anything, to feel my stiff shaft penetrate her as deep as it would go, but her pussy looked so inviting, and I could smell it and feel its heat and see it wet and luscious. I lowered my head between her legs and stuck my nose into her cunt and inhaled deeply. My tongue swirled up the wet open channel and I stuck it in as far as I could and lapped at her juices, working my way upward until I got to her clit. I locked my lips around that little button and licked my tongue against it. She moaned in ecstasy as I concentrated on eating her. My hands were all over her, under her ass, squeezing her thighs, on her smooth stomach, even grasping at her heaving breasts as I worked her into a sex-crazed frenzy. When I licked into her pussy and then raised her hips and sent my tongue against her tight asshole, she nearly sobbed with pleasure. I sent my tongue up the long wet channel of her pussy again and leaned back, my lips wet with my mother's pussy juice and my heart beating a mile a minute. My cock was standing at full attention and I put the thin thighs back on my shoulders and took hold of my cock with one hand. With the other hand I spread her pussy lips apart, pushing my cock to where my fingers were. I released my fingers and held my cock hard against my mother's pussy and then pushed slowly forward. Her lips opened to me and I gasped at the feeling of my cock going inside my mother's pussy. It enveloped me and gripped the sides of my cock with a heat and intensity that sent my head reeling. Slowly I went deeper, feeling her pussy expanding to meet my slow thrusts. When I was all the way inside her, I began fucking her, slowly, very slowly. With each inward move I looked at her thin, willing body surrendering to me, wanting me, and as I looked at her lovely face, she looked back at me, her eyes boring deep into mine. My soul was on fire with lust for my mother as I began to fuck her with more intensity. "I love you M...Eileen," I said, "and I really, really love fucking you." "Oh, baby, my sweet baby Ray," she said, her voice hoarse as a whisper, "I love you too, more than you can ever know. And you don't know how long I've dreamed of this." "Me too. I've wanted to fuck you since ninth grade at least." "Fuck me baby, fuck me good. You're such a lovely boy. Fuck your mother now just like she's always wanted it." My head was on fire and my cock responded automatically as I drilled deeper and deeper and went fast and then slow and hard. I turned her over and fucked her from the rear and reached under her chest to play with her breasts while the front of my hips slapped against her soft ass cheeks. I knew I couldn't last long because of the incredible intensity of emotions running rampant through me. I reached a hand to her cunt and tried to fiddle with her clit as I fucked her from the rear and held her tight against me as my cock probed her insides. I let the feeling build as my balls started aching for release and when I was falling over the edge I cried out. "I'm gonna cum, Eileen. I'm gonna cum right in your fucking pussy." She pressed her ass against me and reached back to press my hips as I fucked her in the last stages of exertion before cumming. The cum wouldn't be held back and I exploded with full force right into my mother's pussy. I yelled out incoherently and fucked her like a madman as my cum drained out and erupted inside her. I jerked in spasms as every drop was drained right out of me and into her. When my cum was all expended, I continued to hold my mother in my arms. My cock was still inside her and my hands roamed over her delectable body. My cock started shrinking and finally I let it slip outside of her pussy. I collapsed beside her and she rolled into my arms, lying partly on top of me, but mostly against my side, where one soft breast rested against me and one leg curled over mine. She caressed my chest, my shoulders, and my cheeks and leaned over and kissed me tenderly. "Thank you, Ray. That was so wonderful. I loved the way you fucked me." "It was great for me, too, Eileen. I loved the feeling of being inside you, and when I came, it was just the best it's ever been." "You're my best little fuck boy," she said, and the phrase, so similar to what Michelle and her sister used, startled me a little, but I knew she couldn't mean the same thing they did. I relaxed with my other nestled against me and let the warm afterglow of my orgasm slide gently over me. A few days later I got the call from Michelle. I was still pretty high from fucking my mother, and I looked forward to fucking her more. I wanted to find out more and the sisters' relationship with their parents after they started fucking them. I especially wanted to know if they still fucked them. I knew I'd have to wait for a break from my fuck boy duties to get any answers. I was pretty sure Eric would be there this time too, and I wondered if any other participants would be on hand. I was beginning to relish my role as sexual plaything, and it had certainly paid off in getting into my own mother's pants. I stood outside their door and rang the bell. I was ushered in quickly and ordered to immediately strip off my clothes. No blindfold materialized this time, and Michelle was standing in front of me while Stephanie sat on the couch. No one else was in the room that I could see. Michelle cupped my ass cheeks and kissed me lightly on the mouth, pressing my cock and balls against her. She had on just jersey shorts and a thin T-shirt, so I felt her hard nipples press against me as well. I hesitated to react, waiting for her lead. Stephanie, wearing a similar outfit, stood up and slowly walked up behind me. She reached between my legs from the rear and spread her fingers over my balls and then gripped the shaft of my cock as it was sandwiched against her sister. Michelle backed away and turned her back to me, walking toward the bedroom. My eyes followed her ass as it swayed from side to side, but I remained where I was. "I get you first," Stephanie said. She walked around in front of me and looked me over, wrapping her fingers around my cock as she stood on tiptoe and kissed me with her tongue going deep inside my mouth and her sweet breath hot on my cheek and in my ear as she twirled one leg around mine, rubbing her pussy against my trembling thigh. She stepped away and peeled off her shorts and top. She glanced at me over her shoulder, her long yellow streaked hair teasing by hiding part of her face as she beckoned me to her. She leaned down over a tufted footstool, her breasts pressing into it and her ass raised in the air. "Eat my ass," she said, spreading her legs slightly. I got down on my hands and knees behind her and pushed her cheeks apart, kissing their soft mounds as I worked my way toward her tiny puckered asshole. I flicked my tongue against it and then kissed it, sucking on it and pressing my lips tight and then sending my tongue deep inside her and massaging her butt cheeks as I ate my way inside her asshole. I wormed one hand up to her pussy and pushed it in, feeling the wetness as her lips clung to my finger. I began fucking my finger into her pussy while I nibbled and sucked at her asshole, and she shoved back against me, moaning softly. She swirled her legs up and switched onto her back, raising her legs high and spreading them apart in a huge V. "Now eat my pussy." She scooted onto the footstool and supported herself on her elbows as I gobbled my tongue inside her hot little pussy and up to her clit, which I engulfed hungrily. I put a finger back in her pussy and twisted it around in slow circles as I smothered her delicious clit with deep kisses. My wet finger would sometimes slip out of her pussy. I took these opportunities to stick it into her ass, and then I managed to get my thumb into her pussy while my finger was in her asshole and my lips and tongue were attacking her swollen clit. She started to cum, and she grabbed big handfuls of my hair and pulled hard, bringing pain to my scalp and tears to my eyes. I tried to hold on to her pussy, but she was jerking and moving around so much my lips lost their hold and my fingers slid out of her pussy. She pressed her breasts against me and I eagerly licked and sucked at those little projections, lashing my tongue against her nipples and sucking her entire breasts, one at a time, into my mouth. She put a finger in my ear and then smoothed my hair and lifted my face to hers. She looked into my eyes and kissed me deeply and softly, twining her tongue with mine in a tender, loving embrace. "Good fuck boy," she said as if she really loved the way I ate her. Her long hair cascaded over her back as she got up and shook it into place and then walked slowly toward the bedroom her sister had already disappeared into. I followed her tight little ass into the den of desire. The door stood open and Michelle was spread eagled on it. Eric was between her legs, eating her pussy, and another woman was in her arms, kissing her and caressing her small breasts. This woman had dark hair streaked with blond and red, though it was cut to just below her shoulders. She slowly turned over as she realized Stephanie and I had just come into the room and were watching the trio on the bed. "This is our fuck boy, Ray," Michelle said, casually stroking the woman's shoulders and hair. "We can do anything to him. We love fucking his ass." "Does he suck cock?" "Oh, yes, he loves cock, and we fucked him with the machine while he sucked Eric." "Mmmm, and he eats pussy too?" "Yes, he's very good at that," Stephanie said. "He just ate me until I came. He's delightful." The other woman had rolled onto her back now and I could see she was a little older, but had the same slender body with slightly fuller breasts and a little more pussy hair. Her blue eyes twinkled and her lips were red and full. "Come here and kiss me, fuck boy," she said. She held her arms out and I went into them, feeling the softness of her breasts, the heat in her loins and smelling the sweet scent of her from her neck and hair. She smothered me with kisses, using her tongue and lips and wrapping her arms around me and squirming her legs as I got between them and felt my hard cock burrowing against her smooth pussy. She pushed me down to her breasts, and I manipulated one while I sucked the other and concentrated on her hard nipples. Her breasts were the largest of the three women, a little softer, but just as responsive. She twirled her fingers in my hair as I suckled on her breasts, and she reminded me a little of my mother. The thought crossed my mind and I opened my eyes wide, releasing the breast I had been devouring. "Is this your, your mother?" I asked, looking at Michelle. "Yes, it is. Say hello to our sex teacher and first fuck, Melissa." Melissa smiled at me and I could instantly see the resemblance. Her face had the same shape, her eyes the same color and there was the same kind of sexual fire burning inside her. "I want you to fuck me," she said and rolled on top of me so I was on my back and she was straddling me. In just a few seconds she had maneuvered my cock into her pussy and was sitting on it, her ass cheeks resting on my thighs. "I want a double," she said, tapping Eric on the shoulder. He gave Michelle's pussy a last few licks and straightened up, grinning at me and at Melissa. He stroked his cock and I saw that it was at full erection and ready for action. He stepped off the bed and looked around on the bedside table. Michelle handed him a small bottle of lube and helped him spread it over his cock. He held onto the bottle and got up behind Melissa, straddling my legs and leaning over her. My cock was buried all the way inside her pussy and throbbing with desire as he smeared more lube on her ass and jacked his cock a little more, and then held it at the base, squeezing it to keep it under control. He pushed it between Melissa's cheeks and manipulated it until it was poised at the entrance to her asshole. He pushed in a little at a time, pausing to let her stretch to accommodate his hardness. I could feel his cock rubbing against mine through the very thin tissue of flesh that separated Melissa's pussy from her asshole, and as he rubbed against me, it felt almost like he was fucking my cock. He was fucking against it and once he was all the way inside I couldn't really move much. Melissa rocked back and forth and he pushed in, using small strokes so he wouldn't slip out, and we both began fucking her at the same time. Both holes were tightened by this combination of cocks and feeling another cock squirming over mine a pussy almost vibrating around me and gripping me tightly, and the sight of a lovely woman who reminded me of my mother with her tits dangling in my face and her lovely hair bouncing on her shoulders and the heavy breathing of everyone, and the two sisters watching us intently, all combined to make this an extremely heady sexual encounter. I knew I would cum soon, but Eric was really in control of the pace. The ass opening is tighter than the pussy opening, and I knew Eric was feeling himself rub against me as well, and he picked up the speed and slapped Melissa on the ass as he fucked her, and his hands slid around her chest and enveloped her soft breasts, and he squeezed them and pinched the nipples and soon he was cumming. He yelled aloud as his orgasm hit him, and his cock expanded even more and he drilled into her ass with increased intensity, his body jerking in spasms. Finally, he had released all of his cum, but he kept his cock buried in the mother's ass, and I began to move my hips a little, and Melissa did the same, and we moved together and took Eric with us, fucking slowly and luxuriously with his cock still pressing against mine and still deep inside Melissa's ass. It wasn't long before I was cumming too, and I gritted my teeth and kissed her on the ear, swirling my tongue inside that canal and then I kissed her on the neck where it joins her shoulder, and then my lips were locked onto hers and my tongue was going inside her mouth and my cum was flying inside her pussy. She moaned and her body slithered against mine, sweat coating both of us as we moved sinuously together, and Eric slid out of her and off her back, and we rolled over so I was on top of her, and she opened her arms and her breasts swayed seductively and she kissed me and pressed her chest against me and wriggled her hips slowly in little circles. She put a hand on my chest and leaned back and took a deep breath, her breasts heaving. "Now eat me again," she said. "Eat your cum out of my pussy." She moved to the side and lay on her back, spread-eagled beside her daughter and I got between her legs and starting eating her pussy, sending my tongue inside her in long swaths, tasting my own cum and slurping it into my mouth. I locked onto her clit and it was smooth and slick, and I pushed two fingers into her pussy and moved them slowly in and out while I massaged her clit with my tongue and lips. She wrapped her legs around me, her smooth sexy inner thighs cradling my ears and her fingers toying with my hair. She was practically vibrating with sexual energy and I worked her clit relentlessly until she began to cum. She threw her head back and let out several low cries and her hips jerked in my hands and her juices started flowing and I lapped them up and emerged with my lips red and swollen and dripping pussy juice and cum. "He IS a good fuck boy," she said, letting out a huge breath and collapsing back onto the bed. I put my legs over the side of the bed and ran my fingers through my hair. I noticed a glass of water on the bedside table and picked it up, raising my eyebrows in a question. Eric nodded at me and I gulped down the soothing liquid. "Whew," I said. "What a fucking family. Is your Dad going to be next on the list?" "Not just yet," Michelle said. "He's not around so much anymore, but I'm sure he'll be glad to fuck you the next time you fuck Melissa." "That's his favorite double," Melissa said, "fucking guys in the ass while they fuck me." "And yours is like the one we just had, I take it." "Exactly, fuck boy." "You know," I said, "after last time here I got to thinking about my own mother, and I actually visited her this week, and I was so horny from being around you sisters�I waved my hand vaguely�that I couldn't keep my mind on anything but fucking her." "And?" Michelle asked. "And I did. I fucked her, and it was great. Fucking you�I pointed to Melissa�reminded me of it some. It was incredibly hot." "I liked fucking you too. I started fucking Michelle when she was still in school, around, uh . . ." "Eighth grade. I was 14," Michelle said. "And then about the same age, Michelle introduced Stephanie to the pleasures of pussy eating." "I was 13," Stephanie said. "Yes, that's right. Maybe 14 when I first ate you." "Uh-huh. And Dad not long after that." "Yes, he began fucking Michelle after she turned 15, just after her birthday. He couldn't resist when he knew I was fucking her." "And then Stephanie followed in the same footsteps." "Yes, and now we're a happy fucking family, though we don't live together any longer." "Does your husband still live at home with you?" "Well, yes, but he's gone a lot on business, and he fucks around quite a bit while he's gone." "And just about as much when he's home," Michelle said. "He's due to be back in a couple of weeks," Melissa said. "You can probably meet him then. He drives a truck, so he's gone for weeks at a time." "I bet he gets some cock on the road," I said. "I'm sure. I don't hear much about it and he doesn't know much about what I do. The three of us get together sometimes, and they told me about their new fuck boy, and I just had to come over and experience for myself." "We're gonna fuck him now, Melissa," Michelle said, putting a strap-on dildo around her waist and tightening the straps. Stephanie was rubbing her hands together with lube and Eric was watching intently. They got me on my back and raised my legs high and Stephanie smeared my ass with lube and stuck a finger inside and kissed me as Michelle got between my legs and pushed the head of her rubber cock into the opening of my asshole. She slid it in inch by inch until it bottomed out inside me, and then she began to fuck me, slowly at first, and then faster and harder. She varied her rhythm and would sometimes be pounding into me with all her might and then slowly making little circles and just pressing all the way inside and moving slowly. Melissa started kissing me and feeding me her breasts, and then she'd kiss her daughter Stephanie, who alternated kissing me and letting me suck on her tits. All the while, Michelle pounded into my ass and I put a hand around my cock and held it tight. It wasn't quite hard yet, since I'd just cum so intently, but it was stiff enough to hold and my balls were bouncing around, so I cupped them instead. Stephanie would squeeze on the base of my cock while her mother kissed me and I would make some attempt at jacking off as the cock slammed relentlessly up my ass, and I was drifting in a sea of lust and dark desire. I didn't think I could get hard again, but Stephanie started jacking me off harder and harder, timing her strokes with those of her sister into my asshole, and gradually, my cock was at attention again. Michelle slowed her fucking and Stephanie really concentrated on squeezing me and stroking me and Melissa was still kissing me and pressing her breasts into my mouth and against my face and chest, and I was on the verge of cumming again. Stephanie attacked my cock, beating it up and down furiously until it erupted onto my stomach and chest, sending huge rivulets of cum streaming off my body. Instead of stopping, Stephanie kept up her steady motions. My cock wouldn't go back down and I was gasping for breath as she kept jacking me off, even after I spilled cum all over myself. It became painful and I cried out for her to stop, but she wouldn't. The ache turned to a dull throb and my cock remained hard in her hand as she punched it up and down, grinning gleefully. If felt like I was going to explode, and still she kept it up, her hand now a blur of motion as she held on to my painful erection. Michelle pushed into my ass when Stephanie slowed down and then slowed when she increased her pace. I had no idea what was going to happen, but suddenly a new burst of cum flew out of my cock. This time it was so intense it hurt. There wasn't much cum left in me, so only a few drops splashed out, but my brain was on fire and heat was practically spewing out of me. Intense pain mixed with intense pleasure flooded through me and I collapsed, quivering and moaning incoherently. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before, and it was too much for my brain to process. I shut down, and only realized I'd passed out when a cool cloth on my forehead and cool wet fingers brushed my lips and then held a glass of water for me to sip. "Oh, such a fuck boy," Michelle said. "We never made anyone pass out before from sex." "I heard of a torture involving sex once," Melissa said. "Beautiful women would jack a man off and keep doing it until blood came out of his cock." "Blood? Really?" "Yes, it would kill him." "Don't do that to me," I said. "I already felt like I died." "It was a long time ago, one of those degenerate queens or some royal something," Melissa said. "They did all sorts of stuff when they had so much power. Maybe it was the power, not really the sex they were getting off on," Michelle added. "One woman used to bathe in milk, I remember that. For her skin, I think," Melissa said. "That sounds like it might actually work," I said. "I think cum is good for the skin," Michelle said. "On the skin maybe, but mostly from the inside, like when you cum, I think it releases endorphins or something that relaxes you and gives you a kind of glow." "We want you to bring your mother over," Melissa said. "We all want to fuck her." "I just started fucking her this week. I'm not sure she's ready for the amount of depravity here. Or at least not yet." "I'm going to bring Jim," Melissa said. "He loves to fuck ass." "Yes," Stephanie said. "He always wanted to fuck my ass." "He'll love fuck boy. He's got a nice ass to fuck," Melissa added. "I'm sure he'll get into it," Michelle said. "Okay, let's do it with him next time, and then we'll see about fuck boy mom." "Eileen," I said. "Fuck boy Eileen," Michelle said. "Fuck slut Eileen," Stephanie said. I had a few weeks to recuperate from all the descent into the orgy scene at the Holloway house of sinful pleasures. In the meantime, I began fucking my Mom more. She was really getting into it, from the years of doing without, I guess, though I couldn't imagine her going completely without sex. She was so lustful and so eager in bed at times I thought I was back with Michelle or Melissa, though bondage and pain didn't seem to be part of her repertoire. I loved to see her in sexy clothes, and wanted to give her opportunities to dress up for me, and to show her off in public. I bought her a few outfits and she refreshed her makeup kit and began shaving her legs and pussy more and we went out for power walks together and she firmed up a bit, so she began to look really stunning, especially for her age. She was still in her prime in her mid forties and as she got more into the little outfits I bought her, she could walk on my arm into almost any place and get stares from the men. I don't think anyone blinked at the difference in our age or guessed she could be my mother. We went out to the mall together one day and went into a couple of clothing shops. I steered her to the places where they had the sexiest outfits and picked out some really small shorts and some miniskirts and some tight fitting, and something called a jumper that was shorts connected to a top with zippers or buttons up the front. Then we found some almost translucent tops and some that buttoned up and then we went to the lingerie department and got skinny little panties and bras that were tiny and lacy, and she insisted on getting some strappy shoes and sandals and high heels, and she also went to the cosmetic department and got some things that I didn't know anything about. When we got home and had relaxed for awhile, she started trying them on. Each combination looked sexier than the one before, and I was starting to get a little over stimulated as she paraded in front of me in each one. I just told her to pick out one and we'd go out for a date with her wearing it and see what happened. The date ended up being to a restaurant and then a nightclub. The restaurant was one of those big old warehouse type of buildings converted into a rustic, hip spot, with music blaring and wooden floors and exposed ceiling beams. She walked in on my arm, rubbing against me as she swayed in her high heels. She had on one of the jumper outfits, a one piece affair with a zipper up the front. It was white and somewhat stretchy and clung to her like magic. She had on a lacy white bra and she had unzipped the front to just the bottom edge of it so her breasts were partially exposed. The shorts part fit very snugly and she had on some thong type underwear so there was no panty line. She had also put on pantyhose that had some sort of glitter embedded in them. They made her legs shine and her high heels emphasized the curve of her calves. Her hair was loose over her shoulders and she had on extra makeup, lots of dark eye shadow, blushy red cheeks and pale pink frosted lips that shone like ice. I was wearing loose fitting dark slacks with big pleats in the front and a casual cream-colored shirt worn outside my pants, square-cut at the bottom and with a vertical design. She drew admiring stares from a number of men when she walked to the bathroom, her ass swaying hypnotically. When she slid in the booth across from me and put her elbows on the table I could see her bra and little titties sticking out. I smelled her sweet perfume and stared into her hazel eyes. She leaned forward and I kissed her lightly on the lips. "You are dazzling, Eileen," I said, breathing the words into her ear. "You look pretty good yourself," she said, giving me a stunning smile and settling back into her seat. When she crossed her legs I could see the entire length of them at the hip and her hose gave a nearly silent whisper as her thighs rubbed together. After the restaurant we went to a night club a few blocks away. It was one of those jazz bars where there's a piano player and a long curved bar and a dance floor with lights on it, and customers sit next to the piano and make requests while a few couples dance close together. In this case there was also a sax player, and the tables set around the dance floor were about half filled. The lights were muted and the atmosphere seemed smoky, though there was no smoking in the bar. It was some function of the lighting, but the whole place exuded a kind of sultry intimacy that was very inviting. We walked in almost unnoticed and the waitress showed us to a table on the edge of the dance floor. I'm not much of a dancer, but I can stand and move around slowly in rhythm to music, so I wasn't uncomfortable in this kind of place, though the average age of the patrons tended to be closer to my Mom's age than mine. We sat teasing our drinks, listening casually to the music, and eyeballing the dancers and what customers we could see through the smoky light. There were two or three couples on the dance floor during most numbers, a couple more when it was a slow tune so they could cuddle together. During one of those times two women got up and danced, holding each other and pressing their breasts together. One whispered something in the other's ear and they both laughed and looked in our direction. I looked around the tables and saw two guys sitting together just behind us, their heads close together. I assumed that was where the women were looking. When that number ended, the musicians started into another, announcing "Ladies Choice." My mother took me by the hand as she stood up and I followed her to the dance floor, taking her into my arms and feeling her legs sliding between mine as I held her tightly. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned my head. It was one of the two women who'd been dancing together. "Do you mind if I cut in?" she asked, stepping between me and my mother. I was a little startled and backed to the edge of the dance floor. The woman was taller than my mother, and thinner. Her hair was a stunning platinum that lit up under the black lights as a neon blue, and she put her arms around Eileen's waist and held her just like I had, close to her chest. They talked a little, Mom nodding and putting her head on the shoulder of the platinum blonde. Just as that dance ended and I expected the set to be about over, they launched into another, this time a "Gentlemen's Choice." Mom and the blonde continued to move together and I felt another tap on my shoulder. It was one of the guys who'd been sitting at the table they shared with the two dancing women. I was a little more stunned at this request, and looked around nervously. Maybe it was a gay bar, or a drag bar, I thought, but everyone looked fairly conventional. I tentatively accepted and was pretty sure he'd take the lead. Sure enough, I found myself dancing the female part, somewhat awkwardly. At the end of that dance, the band finally stopped for a break, and the guy who had been holding me tightly against him and pulling me around the dance floor asked if I'd like to join him and his friends. He pointed vaguely to behind our table. I looked around to gather up Eileen and check in with her. We decided to sit it out for a few minutes and said he or his girlfriend could drop by our table for a chat. Mom was breathless when I sat back down across from her. Her pulse must have been racing as she mopped at her forehead with a napkin. "She wants to fuck me," she said. "And?" I asked. "And I think I'm gonna." "Really? Have you ever fucked with a woman before?" "Only almost, but now I'm definitely ready to try it." "Well, I think that guy wants to fuck me, too." "Now it's my turn to say, really?" my Mom said. "Why don't we all get together?" She looked at me curiously for a minute or so and then leaned forward, her breasts practically coming out of her half unzipped jumper. Her perfume filled my nostrils and I could feel her breath hot on my cheek. "I think that would be very hot. Very. Bet you never thought you'd hear your mom say that." "You're right, on both counts. It would be hot, and I never expected you to be so open to sex." "You've opened me up. When you fucked me." "I'd love to see you get fucked by a woman, and by a man." I hesitated a moment before continuing, studying her face. She was eager to hear more and her pink tongue darted across her lips as she toyed with her drink. "And the hottest would be to see you get fucked by another man, after." I hesitated again. Her eyes were glued to mine, her lips parted eagerly. "After I sucked his cock." "Oooooh," she squealed, leaning across and putting her arms around my neck. "You ARE my baby, my hot sexy baby. And." This time she hesitated and drew me out. "And I'd love to watch you fuck another woman, and then pull your cock out of her pussy and put it in my mouth and suck the pussy from your cock, and then, and then, well, mmmm, I don't know exactly." "You're turning into a regular firecracker, Eileen. I've got some people who'd love to meet you. A family." Her eyes went wide and she scooted off her bench seat and came to sit beside me, putting her arms around me. I could see down her half open top and her shorts left almost her entire legs exposed and her smell and closeness were so arousing, I kissed her, sending my tongue into her mouth in a mad twirl of heady delight. When I opened my eyes I saw that the blonde and my dance partner were sitting on the bench seat across from us. "You're a hot couple," the blonde said. "My name's Rachel. This is Bill." We said our names, shook hands all around and the waitress appeared and took new drink orders. "You two look pretty good too," Eileen said. "Look like you're ready for a roll in the hay." "Always," Bill said, grinning lasciviously at my mother. Rachel was very thin, but good looking, with a finely chiseled face, high cheekbones, deep set eyes, a mound of platinum hair, a minidress that plunged in a deep V in front and sparkled with sequins or some glittery material. It ended just inches below her hips and as she squirmed on the seat I could almost see her panties underneath. The V of her dress moved freely and it didn't look like she was wearing a bra under it. I strained to see her breasts, but they were shrouded in shadow. The small dents they made in her dress showed that they were very small, maybe not much more than nipples. The band started up again and Rachel took Bill by the hand and batted her eyes at us. We followed them to the dance floor. Rachel put both arms around Bill's neck and he pulled her so tightly against him he practically lifted her off the floor. She kissed him slowly, her tongue winding into his mouth so we could see it easily, and he put his hands on her hips and then on her ass. They were almost standing still, just swaying slightly to the beat. Then they broke the kiss and we switched partners. I found myself dancing with Rachel while Bill swirled Mom around the floor much the way he had with Rachel. They also shared a deep kiss, and seeing them and seeing me watching them, Rachel kissed me too. She then kissed my ear, sending her tongue inside the canal and then blowing softly across it. "I want to fuck you," she said and pressed her tiny breasts into my chest. "You like guys, too, don't you? Bill and I are both bi and we spotted you two and you just looked like you'd be open to it too." "We're bi, too," I said, trying to keep from trembling with desire as Rachel ground her hips and breasts against me. Soon we were all so horny that we finished our drinks and left the bar. We followed Rachel and Bill and Mom was cuddling beside me as I drove. Her hands were all over me, caressing my neck, my shoulders, my hair, and then tracing the outline of my cock in my pants. "I want to fuck her first," she said matter-of-factly. In no time we were inside their apartment and following them to the bedroom. We were all kicking off our shoes and starting to disrobe. Mom and Rachel were down to the romper shorts on Mom and the minidress on Rachel. They stood together at the foot of the bed and Mom put her arms around Rachel's neck and Rachel put hers behind Mom's back. They shared a long, soulful kiss, their tongues and lips dancing together. Rachel shrugged her shoulders and the dress almost fell off her shoulders. Mom unzipped her outfit and stepped out of it. Rachel now had on just her thong panties and Mom undid her bra and their outfits were the same. They fell together onto the bed, groping at each other and kissing madly. Before I knew it they were in a 69 position and had torn off each other's panties. My mother had her face just inches away from eating pussy, maybe for the first time. Rachel was the skinniest girl I had ever seen naked. Her long limbs were graceful, thin and delicate and her breasts were little lumps with erect strawberry nipples. Her ass was rounded like a little girl's, and her pussy was completely bald. Her lips were luscious, though, and her face was beautiful as her long hair streamed down over my Mom's ass and onto the bed. I could barely make out her face because it was obscured by her pale hair. On the other end of the 69, my Mom was on her back with her curly hair spread out on the bed beneath her. Her hands played with Rachel's thin ass and Rachel sat back slowly. Eileen stuck out her tongue and rolled it into Rachel's little girl pussy and worked it against her clit. The two women rolled together on the bed, eating each other's pussies. Bill and I played with our own cocks and grinned at each other, slowly moving onto either side of the bed next to the two gyrating pussy eaters. Bill got behind Eileen and grooved his cock against her face as she ate pussy. She turned her eyes and then let her tongue slither out of Rachel's dripping pussy and glommed onto Bill's stiff rod. He hunched up and supported himself by holding onto the bed and turned her face upward, toward him, and slid his cock slowly into her mouth from the upside down position. Meanwhile, I got on my knees and ran my fingers through Rachel's beautiful long hair and she raised her head to me and brushed her hair back from her face. Her lips were red and wet and her eyes were bright and blue. She took hold of my cock and swallowed it almost all the way in one huge gulp. Her lips scaled across the surface of my shaft and she moaned with pleasure as she took me inside her mouth. I touched her cheeks as she sucked me and I toyed with her lovely hair. She rose up some and I began moving my hips, gently fucking her, going deeper with every movement until all of my cock was inside her mouth. I looked across her skinny body to see Bill working on my Mom's mouth. He had pulled her chin up and had her locked in his grasp and he was fucking all the way into her, his cock disappearing down her throat as he held her at the perfect angle to receive his entire big erection. He was grunting and shoving and his face was contorted with passion. He was fucking her face like it was her pussy, and I knew he was going to cum soon as he gritted his teeth and worked her up and down on his bulging shaft. Rachel put her hands on my cock and went rapidly down on it, her teeth sometimes grazing the sides and sometimes her tongue wrapped longingly around me. She moved one hand to under my balls and squeezed them in time with her dick diving and then she put both of them around my waist and gripped my ass cheeks and pulled me into her. My cock slipped into her throat and the tight stricture put instant pressure on it and my eyes bulged as she took me easily all the way into her throat and pulled me back and forth in a frenzy. Bill started crying out as his cock plunged down my mother's throat and his cum started spurting out the sides of her mouth. She gagged and choked a little, but kept her lips locked around his cock as he exploded inside her in hard little jerks, each accompanied by a rasping groan from him. Rachel closed her eyes and her fingers dug into my ass and my cock rammed down her throat and I started cumming too. It was like a fire hose suddenly releasing its pressure and she sucked her cheeks in and the suction of her lips drained the cum straight from my balls and down her throat. Not a drop oozed out her lips as she pulled every drop into her stomach, making grumbling sounds deep in her chest as she practically inhaled my hot cum. I fell back, gasping for breath and she took air deep into her lungs as my cock slid out of her throat and then wiped her lips with the back of her hand and smiled at me, her eyes bloodshot with lust and her tongue teasing across her full lips. Bill had pulled out of Eileen's mouth as well and was nearly prone beside her, kissing the lips he had just fucked and swirling his tongue over her face and into her mouth and eating up all the cum that had spilled from her mouth as he fucked her. I looked at Rachel and moved to kiss her too. She opened her mouth and my tongue shot in. I could taste my own cum in her mouth and feel her tongue wrapping around mine as we luxuriated in the warm glow of the kiss after I had cum in her mouth. We all rolled onto the bed in a heap, Rachel tumbling into my arms and pressing her hard little tits into my chest and wrapping her long thin legs around mine, while Bill pulled Eileen on top of him and played with her ass and caressed her back and fondled her breasts as she lay on top of him. We were exhausted after our long night out and gradually got out of the bed, cleaned up a little and put our clothes back on. We exchanged numbers and said a satisfied good night. Mom laid her head in my lap as we drove back home and I walked her up to her house before driving home. She put her arms around my neck and we kissed and held each other. "I may want to meet that family you mentioned," she said as I released her. "It could be fun," I said. "But, they're a little extreme, so be prepared." "I think tonight prepared me." "Only partly, but I'll talk to them." "Call me." It was a couple of weeks later that I got the call from Michelle. I told her that my Mom was willing to join us in a fuck fest, and she said the three of them, plus their mother Melissa, were all up for it and their father Jim was going to be available for a week or so. The number of participants then had climbed to seven, and the problem was one of logistics. How we could all get together at the same time and what place was big enough. Even a king sized bed wasn't enough for that many people. I called Mom and told her the situation and explained how many people would be involved and gave her the skinny on who they were and a hint of the kind of activities that might happen. She thought about it and said her house could be turned into a party house perhaps. There were two adjoining bedrooms with a bathroom between them and since it was unlikely everyone could be having sex together at the same time, we could use two rooms and different combinations could happen in each room. There was also a large living room, and if I helped we could move some of the furniture out and put something on the floor, some big blankets or an extra rug or something if that would be better. I reported back to Michelle and she said the one big room would be better, but the bedrooms could be an alternate if some special activity needed some extra space. I thought she meant the fucking machine, and although this was sex we were talking about, the planning for the gathering was taking on a business like aspect. I had never approached sex in that way before, always just taking it as the opportunity arose. Michelle seemed to like this part, though, and I let her more or less take over. I would relay her suggestions to my Mom and then I'd help her arrange things and on the day of the party we went out and got some snacks and drinks and by the night of the event, the living room had been transformed into a party room, with mood lighting from some colored bulbs, incense burning, the furniture all moved to the edges of the room or moved out, and a large piece of some kind of foam rubber squares with an interlocking pattern that could lay on top of the regular carpet. It was soft and thick and the pieces held together fairly well. We put out a couple of bottles of wine and sparkling water and a bucket of ice and plastic glasses and bowls of chips, started some incense, turned the stereo down low with nondescript music, turned on all the blue lights and relaxed for awhile until the doorbell rang at just about seven on a Saturday night. It was hard for me to believe that just a few short months before my sex life had been pretty much ordinary, with nothing to write home about and now I had been completely submissive to a pair of sisters who delighted in debasing me and subjecting me to homosexual as well as sadistic pleasures and I had fucked my own mother and engaged in sex not only with her, but with another couple as well. And now we were preparing to have a gigantic sex party in her house. It was quite a different Saturday night than I had ever experienced. I still didn't know how Mom would react to the fucking machine or seeing me getting fucked in the ass and sucking cock, and I had no idea what types of perversions she would be subjected to, but she seemed so open and willing that I suspected she had not been entirely abstinent during the years after her divorce. I had also never met Michelle and Stephanie's father Jim and none of them had met my mother Eileen. I didn't think it would be awkward, though, and was sure Michelle would immediately take over. The five of them arrived together. Michelle strode in first, always in charge of any situation, and she glanced around at the preparations we had made as I introduced her to my Mom. She took the hand that Eileen offered her, shook it briefly while looking Eileen up and down appraisingly, and said, "Good job, fuck boy." Introductions were brief as everyone milled around the kitchen, picking up chips or drinks as it suited each one. I had not met Jim before, so I made it a point to exchange a few words with him and see if he was like Michelle. He was sort of reserved and didn't say much, but his eyes were constantly darting around the room, sizing up each person. He wasn't tall, but was wiry and had short dark hair and protruding eyebrows that shrouded his dark eyes. His ex-wife Melissa didn't exactly avoid him, but they didn't hang together either. It wasn't long before everyone started moving into the living room and discarding their clothes in small piles. I had placed lube and dildos at various places, and Stephanie had lugged in a large bag containing more items. She set them out as she undressed. Gradually, groups began to form as it was impossible for all seven people to become one big pile of bodies simultaneously. Michelle picked me and my Mom, Stephanie and her Dad paired off, as did Melissa and Eric. "You've got a nice looking Mom, fuck boy," Michelle said. "Do you like to eat pussy, fuck boy Mom?" "Eileen," my Mom said. "Whatever. Why don't you start by eating my pussy. Fuck boy can eat you at the same time." Michelle propped herself up against the couch and spread her legs, expecting compliance. Eileen was a little hesitant and looked at me. I just shrugged my shoulders and waited. She crawled between Michelle's outstretched legs and Michelle lifted them and put them behind Eileen's back. I got up behind my mother and started kissing and massaging her ass. Melissa was already sucking on Eric's cock and Jim was lying on his back with his daughter Stephanie straddling him, with her hand between her legs guiding his cock into her pussy. Eileen started lapping at Michelle's pussy and I wriggled into her ass and licked at her pussy and her asshole, getting as much tongue inside her as was possible from the rear angle. I heard the sounds of sex all around me, but concentrated on eating pussy and ass while my mother started lapping at Michelle's pussy. "Lick the clit, you slut," Michelle said. "Get me off." Mom started licking with more intensity and I spread her as open as she would get and then I lay on my back so I could get to her pussy better and get her wound up. I buried my face in her warm pussy and lashed my tongue against her clit and then used my fingers to get her wet. I slid a pussy-wet finger around the opening to her ass and she squirmed her hips and I shoved it inside in a single thrust. She stiffened a little and then relaxed as I held it in place and locked onto her quivering clit. Michelle saw my finger dancing in and out of my mother's asshole and wrapped her fingers into Eileen's curly chestnut hair, pulling her deeper into the folds of her pussy. "That's it, fuck boy," she said, "fuck her ass. Eat me fuck boy Mom, you little fuck slut." She threw her head back and gyrated her hips into my mother's mouth and I licked and lapped and fucked my finger into Eileen's tight asshole and ate her clit and smeared her pussy juice all over my face. It wasn't long until Michelle was cumming and then Mom was too. I held onto her and kept my finger inside her asshole and my tongue inside her pussy until her shaking subsided and she rolled onto her back. Michelle eased her legs down and watched as I got on top of my mother and kissed her as I straddled her waist, my hands kneading her sensuous breasts as we shared the taste of pussy between us, hers and Michelle's. "Not bad for starters," Michelle said. "Now I want to fuck you, fuck boy." She went over to the array of items Stephanie had unpacked and slung a strap-on dildo around her waist and picked up a bottle of lube. She smeared a generous portion on her rubbery dildo and tossed the bottle to me. "Put some on her ass, too," she said. "I want you to fuck her ass while I fuck yours." I wasn't sure how Mom would react to Michelle's domineering ways, but she seemed to take her as she was, and helped me spread the lube on my asshole and then I put some on hers, weaving my finger inside as I played with her and got her ready to be ass fucked. Michelle climbed behind me and spread me apart, smacking my ass cheeks hard enough to leave red marks as she speared the big dildo into my asshole, a little at a time. I felt my sphincter muscle letting go as she pushed relentlessly into me. She waited until she was all the way inside me to direct me to do the same to my mother's ass. No pussy preliminaries, but straight to the ass. Mom nestled up to me ass first and I shoved my hard cock up between her cheeks, feeling the slickness of the lube I'd spread there and I put a finger into her asshole first to spread her apart. She held still as I positioned my cock and then pushed into her hole, slowly going in until my cock was buried in her asshole all the way to the hilt. I moved my hips a little, fucking her ass for the first time, and put my hands under her chest and manipulated her soft breasts in my hands, tweaking the nipples and loving the tight feeling of her ass clenching against my rock hard cock. Michelle then started fucking me. She started slowly, rocking into me and then back, and her fingers held onto my hips for stability. Her fingers started to dig into my flesh harder and her thrusts became harder and more insistent. I felt her cock stabbing deep inside me, and it hurt at the same time as it gave pleasure, sending alternating waves through my body. She fucked me hard and her fingers became slippery on my sweaty loins. I couldn't do much fucking myself, as I was captive to Michelle's dominating movements. Each time she would fuck into me, I would fuck into my mother's asshole, so in a sense Michelle was also fucking my mother at the same time she was fucking me. I held onto Mom's breasts and squeezed them hard and relentlessly as my cock was shoved all the way inside her. "I'm gonna cum," I shouted out. "I'm gonna cum right in my mother's ass." "Yes," Michelle said. "Go ahead fuck boy. Cum in fuck slut's ass. Cum, you mother fucker." I was so inflamed by the constant stimulation and by Michelle's raunchy words that my spine started tingling and my balls drew up tight and as she continued to fuck me, the cum exploded out of me and went deep inside my mother's ass. I cried out as it blew in huge waves and Michelle slowed her fucking and let me actually fuck my mother as my orgasm overtook my spastic movements and I gave my mother the full load of my balls and came in her completely, collapsing on her back as I was entirely expended. I was shivering with the release of tension as Michelle pulled me off my mother's back and spread-eagled me onto my back. "Good boy," she said. "Good fuck boy. Now I want you to suck some cock." She looked around the room to see what the other occupants were doing and who was available to feed me some cock. Eileen lay in my arms, her breast sidling up against me and my arm around her shoulder and under her arm, nestled against her warm throbbing breast. "My sweet little boy," she whispered in my ear. "I loved the way you fucked me. I love it in the ass." "I love you too, Eileen," I said, kissing her lightly on the lips. "I loved fucking my Mom's ass." This reverie didn't last long, though, as Michelle undid her strap-on and organized the next step in her control of her surroundings. Jim was now fucking his daughter Stephanie in the ass, and Eric looked like he had already cum in Melissa's mouth, as she was wiping her lips and her head was in his lap. Michelle motioned to me and Eileen and we stepped softly on the foam squares and then knelt down and watched Jim's stiff cock go in and out of his lovely daughter's ass. She had her head on her hands and her ass extended high. "Jim, make some room for fuck boy. You, fuck boy, get down there and eat Stephanie's ass and then let Jim fuck your mouth." She picked up a dildo that was nearby and twisted its base experimentally. She smiled at it as it vibrated and then handed it to Eileen. "Fuck boy Mom, you can use this on Stephanie. No, use it on fuck boy instead. I'll work on Steph." I leaned against Stephanie's cute ass and when Jim pulled his cock out, her hole was enlarged provocatively. It was coated with lube and her sweat. She held her cheeks apart and I kissed her open hole, sticking my tongue inside and wallowing it around and then pursing my lips and kissing it like it was her mouth. I heard the buzzing before the dildo went into my asshole. I was already pretty opened up from Michelle's fucking, but fresh lube coated this dildo and it slid in easily, bringing a tingling sensation with it. My Mom fucked my ass slowly and almost tenderly, not like the rough stabbing that Michelle favored. She put her other hand on my cock and started massaging it, and used her fingers to manipulate my balls too. I could feel the blood starting to flow back into my cock and the steady strokes of her hand certainly helped. My mother covered my cock with her lips and began sucking on me while she fucked me in the ass with the vibrating dildo. At the same time, Jim was alternating between fucking his daughter in the ass and fucking my mouth. I expected to get a sour taste from his cock as it plumbed the depths of his daughter's asshole, but I didn't. It tasted almost sweet, and I suspected Stephanie had anticipated getting fucked in the ass and had cleaned herself out. Meanwhile, Michelle had sprung another dildo to life and was working it in and out of her sister's pussy while their father fucked the younger daughter. This dildo had a double head, one designed to go in the pussy and the other to stimulate the clit, and Stephanie was now getting fucked in the ass, getting her asshole eaten, and getting fucked in the pussy and her clit diddled, all at the same time. In no time she was cumming and her body was jerking with the intensity of her orgasm. She shook and fell sideways, breaking the contact with her tender flesh. She curled up and closed her eyes and folded her hands into her chest, almost in a fetal position. She was humming, almost purring, I thought. "Fuck her ass," Michelle said, pointing to Eileen. "But I don't want you to cum in her ass. I want you to cum on her ass and have fuck boy eat it up and then feed it to her." Jim grinned at his daughter's orders and since Eileen was already opened up, Jim just put a little more lube on his cock and slipped inside her. He started fucking her hard, and I suspected his own orgasm was close, and had been very close when his daughter came. Sure enough, it wasn't long before his cum was spurting all over my mother's ass. I had my head against her cheeks and opened my mouth as he started shooting, and managed to catch a few errant drops. My mother's ass was coated with trails of sticky white cum and I eagerly licked it up, capturing as much as I could in my mouth, but not swallowing it. I opened my lips to show Michelle I had a good creamy load and she smiled and pointed to my mother, who had turned around and had her arms open. I hugged her to me and kissed her full on the lips, stabbing my tongue deep inside her mouth and transferring all the cum in my mouth into hers. She moaned and took it all in and then I heard her swallowing it and I kissed her some more and then pulled free and we both showed Michelle we had eaten it just like she wanted. She kissed each of us on the lips and sent her tongue into our mouths briefly. She still wanted more, but when she looked around, everyone was pretty much done in. All the guys had cum, and most of the women, and we were all exhausted. Some got up to get drinks while others lounged on the floor leaning against each other or otherwise recuperating. After the sweat had dried on all of us, and we had wiped off with damp towels, we started putting our clothes back on. Michelle was the last to dress, clearly disappointed that the men couldn't manage another session. "I'm gonna have to get some 18-year-olds," she said. "They can get it back up almost instantly." "I know some of them," her Dad said, "but they're all girls." "You always did like them young," Stephanie said, smiling. "Well, the fuck slut Mom did pretty good," Michelle said. "Thank you," Eileen said. "Next time I think we need a higher man to woman ratio," Michelle said. "We know another couple," I said. "A man and a woman." "Next time I'm sure Melissa will want to be there too," Stephanie said. "I think I'll put together a kind of sex club," Michelle said, ever the organizer and controller. "Maybe with passes or something so there can be a revolving membership." "Sounds like you need a regular fuck house for that," Eileen said. "Are you volunteering?" "Not necessarily, but maybe we can make some arrangements for a once a month meeting, kind of like a swinger's club with admission." "I want to set up a dungeon," Michelle said, her lips twisting into a cruel smile. "There's a basement." "We'll have to talk more. I have lots of ideas." "I bet you do," Eileen said. "Have you been to a swinger's club?" I asked my mother. "Well, yes, a couple of times." "And a dungeon?" "No, but there was this one time that I got tied up." "So, you have been active since Dad left." "Uh-huh. I never actually said I hadn't." "I guess not. There's still a lot I can learn from my mother." "I certainly hope so, and it looks like I've already started to learn from my son, too." I left with my mother on my arm, looking forward to many more fuck sessions with her, and with others joining in, and I also knew I could never leave the sensual dominance that Michelle provided. I was hooked on depravity and had sunk into the dark pit of desire, never to return from its enticing pleasures. I knew I'd never be the same again, and I never wanted to be. I just wanted more. And more.