Two Cans of Cola

Two Cans of Cola

"I need to ask you something."

"Okay mum."

"Did you have sex with Jeremy?"

"Yes, why?"

"I am a bit worried that you might be being, oh I don't know, promiscuous. I worry about the effect this tablet I am taking is having on you."

"Don't worry mum, it is fine."

"Until I started taking the tablet you weren't even having sex with your boyfriend, now, well it seems like every male that comes into the house gets into your knickers."

I shrugged. So what? "It's okay mum, and that's not true anyway. It has only been Jules and dad." Mum gave me the look, "well, and Jeremy."

"It's only been five weeks Natalie."

"Mum, it's only sex, don't worry. I'll stop doing it in the house if it causing you a problem."

"No, I would rather you felt comfortable enough to have sex at home, you can even have your boyfriend stay the night, honestly that is not the problem, it is just, well, you just seem to want sex all the time, and that is unusual, and can lead to problems."

"Mum, I don't want it all the time, honestly it's fine. Jeremy, well, he was looking up my skirt and well, one thing led to another."

"I hope you were wearing knickers young lady"

"Yes mum, of course I was. Look I am not jumping into bed with every boy I meet. And I don't want sex all the time, I just don't mind when an opportunity arises. It is fine, honestly, and I don't think I want Jules to stay the night, crumbs mum, that is a step too far."

"Well, okay, only it does worry me and don't you lie to me Natalie Marie."

"As if I would mum."

Well that was an interesting turn of events. I did think mum must have had secret cameras in my room and around the house, but she never mentioned the girls, so I don't think she actually does, well, not in my bedroom at least. I think I will confine any fun with the girls to my bedroom behind a closed door. Mum was off to Auntie Peg's later, it would be her first possible confrontation with her brother, be interesting to see what mood she was in later.

Jase texted; a rain drop emoji. I chuckled and sent back an umbrella and a tree. 

So, sex in the rain this morning. I just wore a top and a skirt, no underwear, but I did put a spare top in my bag. Big rain coat over the top, grabbed my umbrella and set off.

I met Jase in the carpark at the entrance to the woods, my umbrella had kept me pretty dry, but it was a bit cooler than the last time, so I wondered if it would be as much fun.

"My mum is worried I might be having too much sex," I said after we had kissed, 

"It's a good job she doesn't know about the woods."

"Is it even possible to have too much?" Jase laughed as we made our way along the little used outer path. "I shaved my mum this morning, no issues, just a shave, so that seems to be all sorted, thank God."

"Good, I am not sure how I felt about you and your mum doing it." Well, I wasn't, it just seemed so odd, really not a British thing at all, and after Bren, I realised I didn't like sharing him.

"But you were okay with your friend Bren?"

"Well, sort of, actually, no. I don't regret asking you, because she was a friend in need, but when you actually did it, then I felt really odd, I didn't like sharing you, it made me realise that we are perhaps something more, and the thought of you with someone else makes me feel queasy inside."

"I know, I was the same, mum was wrong because it was mum, and Bren, well, it was fun, don't get me wrong, but I don't want to do it with her again. I actually only want to do it with you, no one else. And yes, it does feel as if we are something more than we were."

We had arrived at the clearing. We stopped and listened, there was the sound of falling rain and nothing else. I took my skirt off and put it in my bag, quickly took my coat and top off, my top went into the bag and my coat rested over the top, trying to keep it all as dry as possible. It did feel chilly. I turned and Jase was naked too and was just opening the groundsheet to put over our stuff.

I sat down close to the tree on a mossy patch. Ooh it was chilly on my fanny; not sure I was going to want to lay down. Jase sat next to me, I saw him wince as his bottom landed on the moss, but he didn't say anything. He turned and gently held my face and kissed me. As he kissed me, I stopped noticing the cool moss and thought more about Jase and how nice he felt. I reached down and held his cock, long, fat and as hard as needed. I rolled his skin down and back up his cock and felt his sharp intakes of breath as I did.

"Oh yes baby," Jase said into my mouth, "yes."

He leant against me in such a way that laying down was the right option, and as I lay his hand found my crease and his gentle explorations made me forget the chill, I don't think I even noticed it as I lay fully back. Still holding his cock I began a gentle stroke, pulling his skin slowly all the way down, revealing his cock tip, and then rolling it back up, hiding it once more.

I didn't need to concentrate on Jase's cock, my actions were by now automatic, this was good, because I was getting lost in what Jase was doing. His finger was moving up and down my very wet valley, dipping into my opening and then back along to gently tease my clitoris. The little shards of electricity began to shoot from my crotch, darting to my nipples and even my tongue.

"Now baby," I whispered, "I want you now."

Jase moved and lay over me, I held his cock and slid it up and down my valley then pushed it into me. "Go baby," I said softly.

He pushed and filled me. I felt his wonderful cock going in, inch by inch, spreading me wide, filling me, stretching me until I felt his belly pressing hard against mine, he was fully inside me, and I felt so full. Slowly he began to withdraw, and my fanny began to feel empty and wanting. He stopped when he was almost out, 'don't pull out more' I thought, not wanting that totally empty feeling. He pushed slowly back in, filling me once more and again I had that wonderful totally full sensation. I could feel his balls resting on my thighs and that made me feel somehow complete.

As Jase began a more urgent thrusting, I began to notice more of where we were. The wet mossy grass underneath me, the cool of the air and the raindrops landing on the parts of me not covered by Jase. He must have been getting quite a soaking on his back. "Mm baby, yes," I was loving it, the feelings were so intense, my fanny full and stretched and the wetness on my back and legs all combined into a sensation overload.

Jase started to go faster and harder and I knew his moment was close, as was mine. My breath was held in my throat and the electricity from my crotch was coursing around my body, my toes were gripping the grass, my fingers were squeezed tight and then it arrived. The explosion took my breath, my head buzzed, and I thought my heart had stopped. I almost bucked Jase off as my back arched as the orgasm took me.

As I slumped back, gasping for air, Jase rolled off me and lay beside me. "This grass is drier than my back," he said laughing.

"Fuck," was all I could manage. That had been a big one. I think I moved the earth, wow.

I had forgotten to bring some tissue, so I had the pleasures of Jase's emissions leaking out of me and dribbling down my thighs as I walked home. I hoped that there was no one in when I got home. I know that they wouldn't mind, sex was an okay thing it seemed, well mostly, but still, no girl likes anyone to see that on her legs.

I had just finished cleaning up and warming myself in the shower when I heard dad.

"You home love?" He called.

"Just in the shower dad, I'll be down in a bit." I shouted back.

I draped a towel around me and went into my room. Nice clean panties, I love the feel of cleanly laundered panties. Just the exact right size, they hug my thighs and stretch across my fanny, tight, reassuring but small and discrete. Clean white bra, blouse and skirt. Spray of EDP, as always, and then downstairs to see dad.

"Hello love," he greeted me as I walked in the kitchen. "Drink? Kettle's just boiled."

"Hello dad, no thanks, I'll just grab a water." I took a glass, ran the cold tap for a moment then filled my glass. I sat at the table. Dad was fussing around with the kettle and milk, was it worth it? I wondered.

"Your mum is worried about you." he said, his back still turned to me as he finished his tea or coffee or whatever.

"Oh, why is that dad." I replied, already guessing full well the answer.

"She is worried you are having sex with just anyone."

"Just you and Jase dad, just you and Jase."

"What about Jeremy?"

"That was a one-off dad, it just kind of happened, he was looking up my skirt and I felt all sexy and wanted."

"So, you will want to fuck any boy that looks up your skirt?"

"No dad."

"And how are you feeling now sweetheart, sexy?"

"No dad, this conversation has kind of killed that. I am going to do some studying then go to college."

"Okay sweetheart. I am assuming you saw Jase this morning, so sloppy seconds aren't my thing anyway."

"Dad!! That is so crude. I definitely don't want to go with you now." I know what he means I just tried to be a little dramatic. I went up and lay on my bed and started studying."

"Let me know when you are ready to go to college, I can drop you off." Dad shouted up the stairs. I ignored it, I was a little annoyed with him, dad isn't usually so base.

The rain had stopped when I got off the bus, and as I walked along the path home sidestepping the puzzles, a man's voice called out.

"You're Natalie from next door, aren't you? I'm Pete, Sandra's husband." I turned to face the voice. Pete was a big man that is for sure. I wouldn't say fat, just big. There seemed a lot of him. He must have been on the same bus as me.

"Yes, hi." Well, I wasn't sure what to say to him, 'your wife tastes great' probably wasn't a good idea.

"If your free tomorrow pop around, would love to meet you properly, Sandra says you were a real help with the wardrobe whilst I was away."

"Okay Pete, if I get time, I will pop round."

So, that was our neighbour who I seemingly didn't know lived there. Mum said he was 'big', well his body is sure big, but I don't think that is what she referred to.

Tea was sausages and mash. Lumpy mash, mum’s mash is usually superb. Oh well. I suppose I could always learn to cook, but it just seems such a chore to be honest and food is just food. I eat to live, not live to eat. We all went into the front room after tea and watched a cooking reality show. I have no idea why we watch it, mum takes no inspiration from it, and, well, if you can't taste it, what's the point?

"I met Pete from next door today," I announced to the room.

"Yes." Mum said, "Is he still a big chap?" And she had the cheek to wink at me.

"Yes mum, he is quite a big man. Anyway, they have asked me to go round tomorrow. I might, I know I have a college lecture tomorrow afternoon, and I don't think I need to do any prep in the morning, so, yes, I may just pop round."

"Just remember what I said yesterday Natalie Marie."

"Yes mum." Honestly, I am hardly likely to dive into bed with him with his wife there. After the cooking thing finished, I wished them goodnight and went up to my room, stripped and lay on the bed, dozing and thinking through tomorrows college subject, no, I didn't need to do any prep, so I would be free in the morning.

I guess I had been dozing for a couple of hours before I heard the unmistakable sounds. I sat up and softly padded to me door, opened it and peaked downstairs. The lounge door was open as I had left it, mum was kneeling on the settee, her face to the wall, and dad was busily licking her between her legs, his nose firmly entrenched in between the cheeks of her bum. The noises were mum's panting and repeated cries of 'yes' as dad pleasured her.

They were both naked and I could see dad's balls hanging down as he worked on mum. As he licked her, I could see that he had has cock in his hand and he was stroking it. I wondered if he would get to push his cock inside mum and shag her, or would he finish before. "Do it" mum gasped and there was my answer. Dad stood up, crouched behind mum and his cock was inside her.

"Are you ready Rache?" dad asked

"Oh god yes, fuck me Pat, fuck me hard." Oh well, I suppose that mum was still needing her daily quota. I know some people get turned on by watching sex, but I don't. It doesn't repulse me, or upset me, or attract me. I just see it for what it is, in this case, mum and dad having sex. I don't feel the need to rub myself or anything, if I feel sexy, then, that is when I will either rub myself or fuck someone. Right now, I didn't feel sexy. I went back to my room, added another dot on my calendar and lay down. I obviously feel asleep to the sounds of my parents shagging. I dreamt about the woods and Jase.

Mum and dad were out. I locked the door behind me and knocked on next door. Sandra opened the door.

"Oh, hello love, do you want to come in?"

She was wearing a robe, so I wasn't sure if I had disturbed something or not. "Oh, sorry, is it too early?"

"Oh, heavens no love, come on through." She shut the front door behind me, " we are in the kitchen we were about to go in the hot tub, you can join us if you like."

"Oh, sorry, I am interrupting aren't I. I don't have a costume."

"We don't bother with costumes love, we aren't overlooked and anyway, we don't care. We are all the same under our clothes, flavour A or flavour B."

God she did talk some strange stuff. I followed her through to the Kitchen, Pete was the other side of the table, his top was bare, I guessed the rest of him was too. Sandra took her robe off and threw it over the back of a chair. It was quite strange standing in their kitchen with them both naked. Sandra's naked body I was of course familiar with, but Pete? No. Not at all.

"Now then love, do you want a drink, and stop standing on ceremony , sit yourself down," she said pointing to the chair at the side by Pete.

"Er, no thanks Sandra, I have just finished a juice before I came round." And as I turned to sit I looked down at Pete's crotch. Fucking hell. Mum had said he was big. Jesus, his cock, which wasn't hard, was the size of two pepsi cans on top of each other. Jesus, how could anyone take that?

I sat down a little fuzzled, not sure where to look, but sure where not to look. I concentrated on Sandra, it seemed safer, but I was fascinated by Pete's cock and it was all I could do not to look at it again.

"Sandra said that you were very helpful on your visit." Pete said.

I turned to him trying to keep my eyes upwards and on his face. "Well, I tried, and I think so."

"And she said you did an excellent job after too."

I didn't know what to say, what can you say to a man when he has commented on you having sex with his wife. "Er, yes."

"I wish I had been here to see that, your tongue working its magic, you little booty bouncing in the air, yes I bet that was a sight."

"I am sure it was nothing extraordinary," I said, "I mean it was my first attempt, so it can't have been that good."

"Oh, believe me Nat," Sandra said, "It really was mind blowing and I really can't wait for a repeat."

"Er, okay." I mean what else could I say?

Pete stood up, his huge cock swing between his legs and I was mesmerised by it, I could not take my eyes off it. "You're not a virgin are you Nat, you have been with a man?" He asked.

I was a bit thrown by the question; I just hadn't expected him to be so forward. 

"Er no and yes."

"So, get your clothes off and join us in the hot tub, nothing to see that none of us haven't seen before." And with that he turned and walked out of the back door."

"Come on love, we have plenty of towels, come and join us in the hot tub." Sandra pointed to a pile of towels by their washing machine. "Take your clothes off and grab a towel and come and join us. No need to be shy, after all, you have been deep and personal with me." With that she turned and followed Pete into the garden.

I stood for a minute wondering what to do and in the end, I thought 'fuck it' and stripped, leaving my clothes in a folded pile next to the towels. I grabbed a towel and followed them into the garden.

The hot tub was at the end of their patio and was bubbling away. Pete had his back to me, and Sandra was facing me, "come on love," she called. I could not see any demure way of getting in. No matter how I did it, someone would be getting an eyeful. I just ignored the inelegance, climbed the steps and got in. Ye Gods it was hot, hence the name I suppose, but it was much hotter than I have a bath at home.

I noticed that the bubbles made it impossible to see anything in the water, and as I sat down the water covered my boobs. "Scoot over here, next to me," Sandra said, "I think you'll like that spot."

I slid around and as I sat next to her, I could feel a jet of bubbles on my fanny. "Oh Lord" I said, my breath quite taken.

"Ha ha girl," Pete said, "that'll tickle your fancy for sure."

It certainly did tickle. In fact there was quite a danger that I might even boil over. It was an incessant stimulation right up my crease and over my clitoris in the one direction and up the crease of my bottom tickling my crinkle in the other. Crumbs. Sandra leant towards me and took my hand and moved it to her crotch. 

Her legs were apart and her fanny wide open. She rubbed my fingers up and down and then pressed me hard against her clitoris, "oh fuck yes," she said.

I felt Pete take my hand and move it down to his groin. He wrapped my fingers around his cock and lay back and sighed. His cock was the biggest I had ever seen or held. My fingers didn't go all the way round, probably half way. I slipped two fingers of my left hand into Sandra, and with my right hand I was stroking Pete. It felt really surreal.

"Let's go upstairs," Sandra said and got out of the hot tub, her fanny wide and gaping as she stepped out. Pete followed, his cock hard and his balls swaying. I followed them, a towel around my shoulders just to keep the chill off after the heat of the hot tub, and we went up to their room.

"Lay here Nat, I want you, it's my turn now." I lay on the bed, my head at the end and my feet on the pillows, just as I had done with Bren. Sandra curled up on the bed beside me and started to blow down my crease, her breath pulsing over my clitoris. I widened my legs allowing my crease to open, and her fingers gently rotated around my opening. I closed my eyes and let the pleasures wash through me, and when I opened them, I realised Pete was stood there, his monstrous cock and balls hovering just above my face.

Sandra turned around and lay over me, her tongue going up and down my valley, her valley wide open and glistening above me. Before I could start to lick her, Pete stepped forward and pushed his cock at her fanny, sliding up and down her and resting at her entrance. Slowly he edged forward, I could not believe that monster was entering her, but in he went, slowly and her fanny widened and opened and engulfed him.

'Ooooo" I gasped as Sandra nibbled at my clitoris, my eyes closing again as her fingers began to move in and out, her fingers shagging me and her mouth sucking me. Electric jolts began to seek my navel and then my nipples, and also ran up the crease of my backside, dipping at my crinkle as they went. I pushed my head back and opened my eyes. Pete was now fully fucking her, albeit slowly, his long fat cock going in and then pulling out, but he didn't seem to go all the way in, when he stopped pushing in, there was at least my hand width still out. I closed my eyes and went back to my body.

Sandra was gently nibbling my clitoris, sometimes licking, sometimes sucking, sometimes chewing, and sometimes, frustratingly, she took her mouth away and all I could sense was the softness of her breath. Her fingers, it felt like at least three, were pushing in as far as she could, her palm pressing down and flattening my inner lips, my fanny feeling the pressure at its end, and then she would pull her fingers almost entirely out, leaving me feeling empty, voided.

I looked up and Pete was still gently fucking Sandra inches from my face. It didn't have the same effect on me as Jase fucking Bren, I am not emotionally involved here, as I am with Bren and Jase, it was difficult to see what I was watching as my eyes kept closing as Sandra worked on my fanny. I could feel my moment approaching, my fanny tensed and began to clamp around Sandra's fingers, my hips rose and then as my orgasm hit with the force of an exploding pressure cooker, my back arched, and I almost threw Sandra off.

"Oh my God Pete," Sandra called out, "she has cum."

I opened my eyes and saw Sandra's fanny extending around his cock, her skin following up his cock as he pulled out. Pete slowed and then he slowly withdrew his cock, pulling completely out.

He knelt down and spoke quietly to my face. "I would love to fill you, so see how much of me you can take."

That was a scary thought. "I think that I am too small for you," I said.

"Let's try" he said, "I will be very careful. You lay on Sandra the way she lay on you and give her the loving she just gave you."

Oh God, what had I let myself in for? I sat up and moved aside, and Sandra lay down in my place. I carefully lay atop her and inhaled the aroma from her fanny. She was still gaping from Pete's invasion, but I knew that she would soon closeup. I ran my tongue around her gaping fanny and licked inside as far as my tongue would reach. I felt nudging at my fanny as Pete pressed his cock at my opening.

Thanks to Sandra I was wet, as wet as I could be, and I felt myself begin to stretch as Pete began to push inside me. It hurt, oh it hurt as he pushed and stretched my fanny more than it had ever stretched before, and as he began to fill me, the pain eased a little, and I began to feel the pleasure of being full. So full, I had never ever felt like this. It felt how I imagined an arm would feel inside me, not a cock.

As I took his massive cock I licked Sandra's valley, sucking up her juices, trying to give her an experience once more. It was difficult to concentrate as the pressure within my groin just grew and grew, more pressure than I had ever felt, more than I ever expected. I pushed my tongue up her valley, moving her hood to one side and chewed gently on her clitoris. I had four fingers inside her, a gentle finger shag in and out, and as my fingers went in as far as they could, my thumb pressed on her crinkle partially entering her there too.

I felt Pete was all the way in that I could take, and he must have sensed it too as he stopped pushing and started withdrawing. There was a huge sense of both relief and loss, relief that the pressure eased, loss at the void he left behind. Just as I thought he was about to pull out completely, he pushed back in, relentlessly filling my fanny fuller than ever before.

I was still working Sandra's fanny, my tongue and teeth at her clitoris, my four fingers at her opening and inside her. I felt her breath begin to gasp and her fanny began to tighten around my fingers. I sped up my finger movement and her hips rose and she started mumbling 'yes' as I worked her. Her orgasm hit and she began to buck, my thumb pressed fully into her as my fingers were clamped deep inside her.

Pete began to speed up, I could no longer pay attention to Sandra, perhaps he had waited, I don't know, but now everything was centred on my crotch, the massive cock sawing in and out of me, his tempo increasing, and I was sure he was now fucking me faster than he had fucked her.

"Here it comes girl" he almost shouted, and I felt him hold deep inside of me and the cool spurt after spurt as he finished inside me. His cock softened but didn't seem to get any smaller, and I felt the deep emptiness as he slowly pulled out.

"Jesus girl," he said, "you are a joyous fuck. I never thought to ask, but I came inside you hard, I will have flooded your womb."

'Yeah, thanks for asking' I thought. "I'll deal with it," I said, well, let him worry a bit. I was sure that my fanny was wide and gaping and that it would take a while to close, Sandra's was still loose, so I didn't expect mine to tighten back up any time soon.

"How did that feel?" Sandra asked, "because it felt hot to me."

"Oh, well, I haven't had sex much, and Pete is bigger than I have had, so, it felt, well, filling. It was difficult to concentrate on doing you whilst he was doing me."

"Hell girl, you were brilliant," Pete added, "I would love you in our bed again, and again. It was so hot watch you go down on Sandy, I almost came there and then."

"Yes, Nat, you are an excellent fanny lover, you are really sure you don't do this all the time?"

"No, I don't, you are the only woman I have been with." Still true, the others are still, like me, girls.

"Christ, you are a natural."

I was feeling a little embarrassed, I am not sure why, but I felt fully out of my depth. "I have college this afternoon, I ought to go and get ready."

"Okay love, your clothes are in the kitchen, just pull the door too after you. I have a cock that I need to clean," Sandra said as I stood up, leaking as I walked. Yuk. 

 

Up Close, Very Personal

Up Close, Very Personal

Dad left and it was just me and mum in the kitchen. "Let's go up mum, I want a 

little you and me, I'll just hit the shower, I know you went earlier after you got up."

"Are you sure sweetheart, only your dad and I made love earlier, I might not be as clean as I should be."

"Oh mum, don't be silly you've showered, and yes, I know you made love, I heard you earlier, it sounded good and I want to taste you."

"Oh, my goodness. Okay I will be up in a few minutes, my bedroom, okay?"

"Perfect mum, you go up and lay on the bed, your feet at the pillow end, and after my shower, I shall come in and we can enjoy each other."

I went up and left my robe in my bedroom and had a quick shower. I was ready and went to mum's room, she was laying on the bed, her feet on the pillow, her head over the bed end, looking at me upside down. I knelt before her and gently kissed her. "Enjoy mum, enjoy," I whispered and moved slowly down her body. I licked her left nipple, and then chewed a little at her right nipple, my fingers sliding between the lips of her sex.

I sucked at her navel and then moved towards her sex, dropping small kisses on the way, and took a deep breath, inhaling her aroma, unable to detect any hint of her earlier session with dad, before blowing down the crease of her sex and running a finger around her opening. As I enjoyed her sex, I knelt at the end of the bed and rested my fanny on mum's face, her tongue began darting between my lips, sliding into my valley, mmm, lovely, I did the same to her.

I felt her fingers as they pushed slowly inside me, her tongue licking my clitoris, my vagina began to pulse at her touch. I sucked three fingers into my mouth, licked them until they were really wet and then slowly pushed them inside mum, I wanted her to really feel stretched, the way she would have done earlier when dad shagged her. My fingers worked in and out of mum, her fanny clamping my fingers as they moved. I pushed my fingers upwards inside her, and then down, always moving gently in and almost out, whilst I gently lapped at her clitoris, her breath beginning to falter, I felt she was getting close.

My fanny stretched and I felt him, I hadn't heard him enter the room, but he was pushing his cock inside me, mum's fingers already there, I was so stretched. Mum startled as dad entered me, her eyes would have had a real close up of dad as he started shagging me, and I felt her shudder, her breath gasping. She must have felt dad's cock slide along her fingers as he shagged me. 

After a few moments I felt her fingers pull out, oh that was much more comfortable, just leaving my dad's cock inside me, thrusting, pushing deep, pulling back, and thrusting again. I tried to time my fingers inside mum with my dad's thrusting inside me, synchronised as I lightly touched at her clitoris with my tongue.

Dad was going faster, I imagined his balls bouncing off mum, my juices dripping into her head as dad shagged me, the slap sound echoing around must have been loud in mum's ears. I wondered if she were holding his balls as he shagged me, I wondered what was going through her mind as she watched her husband's cock inside her daughter. Mum had stopped licking or touching me, but I hadn't stopped on her. My fingers were still inside her, going at the same pace as dad, my tongue dabbing at her clitoris, a finger on my other hand was gently stroking the small crease of skin behind her sex. I felt dad begin to slow but press deeper, I did the same with my fingers.

He spurted, and again, and again, deep within me, I felt his spurts as he finished, and my fanny clamped and spasmed around him as I finished too, not an explosion, but definitely fireworks. I felt dad's cock slip out of me, I wondered if my fanny dripped his juices onto mum, I tried to squeeze to make sure they did. I felt mum orgasm and her body tense and relax and I heard dad as he left the room, and the shower started. I slowly pulled my fingers out of mum and kissed her fanny before rolling to my side and looking at mum.

Her forehead and eyes were covered in dad's sperms and my juices, her eyes barely open. "Okay mum?" I asked.

"You planned this didn't you?"

"Yes mum, I hope that you don't mind."

"Fuck no." Mum never swears. "That was intense. My hand around his penis inside you as he moved, the skin of your vagina hugging his penis as it moved out, then disappearing as he pushed in. His testicles bashing against my head, the sounds. It was unbelievable, and in my most erotic dreams, I could never have imagined what I have just experienced."

"Well, you did say that you wished you could have seen it when dad shagged me yesterday, so I had a quiet word with dad. He wasn't too sure, but I promised him it would be okay, that he could sneak in, sneak out and let you assimilate what you saw and experienced. I promised him it would be okay. He only agreed because I told him that you wanted to see him do it to me. We planned that he would leave this morning, park around the corner then walk back and quietly let himself in, come upstairs and do as you had wished."

"It was wonderful. Just so erotic, so unbelievably animal. Is he usually like that with you?"

"How you mean mum, like what?"

"Er, well put his penis in, make love, and then leave?"

"No mum," I laughed, "he is just a bit nervous today as he wasn't sure how you would react. I will go to my room now mum, and I suggest that you go and join dad in the shower, show him it is okay."

I got up and went quickly to my room. I would shower later when mum and dad finished. As I lay on my bed, tissue plugging my fanny, I could hear mum and dad in the shower. It sounded like mum was using her hand on dad, I wondered if they would end up shagging, I hoped mum could revive dad enough if that is what she wanted.

Wow. I mean, that was an experience, but one I never wanted to do again. I don't mind going with mum, don't mind dad going with me, I don't mind watching them with each other, but I really don't want to be a third, not with mum and dad, that just messed with my head too much. No amount of mum's hormones would fix that.

After the session this morning, I wanted to get out of the house and leave mum and dad alone with what we had done. I quickly showered and dressed and caught a bus into town. I didn't really have a plan, just, get out, leave them to it. I was drinking a weak latte in Jamaica Java when a voice interrupted.

"You're the lass from thirty-three, aren't you? I live just up the road." I looked up, a man, I guess about the same age as my parents was standing there, a coffee in his hand. He was fatter than dad and had less hair, his clothes were perhaps just a little tired. I nodded a yes.

"I've been meaning to have a word with you, do you mind if I sit a minute?"

"No that's fine," I said wondering what he would want to talk about.

"Only, you live with your mum and dad?" I nodded.

"Can I show you a photo?"

"Okay." I said wondering where on earth this was going.

He fiddled with his phone for a moment then showed me a picture. Shit, how the hell did he have that? It was me and dad, both naked on dad's bed, obviously shagging.

"Why are you showing me porn?" Was all I could think of to say.

"I think we both know that is not porn."

I shrugged, I didn't know where this was heading, I was still a bit stunned that he somehow had a picture of me and dad.

"Here is another," he said, again fiddling with his phone before showing me another. This was me and mum, again naked and obviously having sex.

"Now, I usually don't really care what people do in their own house, but as they are your parents, then I wonder what social services would think? Parents corrupting their daughter. Besides the fact that incest is illegal anyway."

I wasn't sure if it was illegal, I was of age anyway. But if he did go and show this to the social it could get ugly and public and that would be devastating for mum and dad.

"So?" I said.

"I could be persuaded not to go to the social."

"You realise I am at college? I have no money to pay a blackmailer." I was struggling to think straight.

"Why don't I give you a lift back in my car and we can talk about how you can persuade me to keep quiet?"

The journey back to his house, literally a few doors up on the opposite side of the road was quiet. I didn't want to say anything, and he didn't say anymore until we pulled up at his house. "Here we are then, come inside."

I followed him inside his house, and he shut the front door behind me. "Come into the lounge," he said, his house was similar to ours, and I followed him into his front room. He gestured for me to sit down. "Now then," he said as I sat, pulling my skirt tight to my legs, my knees firmly together. "How shall we resolve this?"

"I don't know," I said.

"Well now, as you can see, I live alone, and I don't get the benefit of company such as I saw on the photo's."

"Well, you could always go and meet people or do that swipe right thing." I was feeling right out of my depth.

"I could, yes, but I have you here now, and I would feel very much less inclined to show anyone the photographs if I were suitably entertained."

"What?" Was he saying he wanted me to shag him for his silence?

"You know what I mean girl," he said as he started to undo his shirt, revealing a very hairy chest with man boobs. "You know very well what I mean."

What could I do? I hadn't had time to think, I couldn't see a way out of this, but I really didn't want to do what he wanted. He started to undo his belt. I needed to buy some time so I could think.

"You want me to, you know, use my hand on you?" I hoped that would be all, that he would be happy with that.

"Goodness no girl, I can do that to myself. I want you to do much more, and you can start by taking those provocative clothes off."

I didn't think my clothes were provocative at all, nothing showed, only from my knees down. His trousers were now undone, and he let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them and then removing his shirt, leaving him standing in just his underpants. I got up.

"No," I said, "I am not doing anything with you, I am leaving, and I am going to report you to the police." I walked to the door.

"Okay then, you do that, and when they call round, I shall show them the photos of you with your parents, having sex. I shall say that you sent them to me, and that you said that you wanted some variety, but that I refused and sent you packing. They might not believe my story, but they will for fucking sure investigate you fucking your parents. Now stop being fucking stupid and get over here and suck my cock." 

As I turned to him, he pulled his underpants down. His cock was the smallest I had seen. Not that I have seen that many.

He was right, it would end up being investigated, it would end up being a horror in the papers and on TV.

"Come on girl, get them clothes off, I want to see your cunt." He really was a horrible man. I had no choice. I wondered if I could just get away with sucking him. I pulled my top off and then undid and let my skirt fall, bending to pick it up and put it on his settee with my top. "And the rest girl," he rasped. I undid my bra and then slid down my panties and turned to face him, both naked, one of us wishing it wasn't happening.

I went and was about to kneel before him when his hand darted forward and rubbed between my legs and his pushed a finger inside me. It hurt a little.

"See, you want me girl, I can tell." No, no I didn't, I really didn't. "Bend over the settee."

Oh shit. I turned away and bent forward, resting my hands on the settee, "Come on girl, open your legs," he almost shouted.

I moved my feet further apart and I felt his cock between my legs. "Put it in girl," he said.

I reached underneath and took his cock and rubbed it up and down my valley and then positioned him at my opening and moved my hips back, forcing his cock inside me. He sighed and then started to move. Back and forth, in me and back out. Luckily, he wasn't big enough to cause me discomfort, I just hated the circumstance. I closed my eyes and tried to think of college, it didn't take him long and he finished, just one spurt.

I just wanted to go home and shower him out of me, to wash away what he had left, I could only think of one thing to unsettle him.

"I am fertile today. You didn't use a condom. You may have made me pregnant."

It didn't bother him. "That's okay girl, when your belly gets too big for me to fuck, I'll fuck your arse and then you can use your slut mouth to clean me." He really was repulsive. I had to think of something, this had to stop.

"Now then girl. I will see you tomorrow. You can suck me first and then I will fuck you, then you can suck me hard again and I will fuck you again. We'll really make sure to knock you up slut, now fuck off out of my house, cunt."

I had the beginnings of an idea, finally. I quickly put my top and skirt back on, my underwear went into my bag, and I left his house and went home. I needed to shower him off and out of me, and then I needed to google some images that I could edit. And I would need mum and dad out of the house before I could use the printer. I had a small clean bottle in my dresser, one that you decant liquid makeup into for holiday flights. I opened it and let the rest of him drip out of me into it. 

I wasn't sure why, but it just seemed sensible to hang onto it, just in case, it would back up my idea if the worst came to the worst.

After my shower I managed to find what I needed online, downloaded the documents and images, and used photoshop to alter the images and then printed them off. I was ready. I wouldn't really be able to stop him, if he really wanted to keep at me, but I had a plan that I hoped would work.

That night as I lay in bed daydreaming of Jase, I heard mum and dad shagging, I don't think they bother closing their door anymore. Luckily, they didn't ask me to join in with them. There were dots on every day on my calendar, some days, in fact most days, had more than one dot. None of the dots included my involvement.

I chatted with mum and dad over breakfast, my mind mostly on my plans, but still trying to ensure I responded sensibly to their chitter chat. I waited a while after they had gone, went through my printouts again, put on an old pair of panties, an old top, and an old skirt. Not knowing how this would go I didn't want to risk any new clothes.

He answered as soon as I knocked on his door. "I knew you would come back for a proper fuck," were his words of greeting. 

I followed him in and into his front room again. He pulled his top off and his trousers down, no underwear, he was naked. "Come on girl, you know what to do."

I knelt before him and leant forward; his cock didn't have the nicest aroma. I took his balls in my hand and gently squeezed.

"Careful girl, not too hard." he said. I squeezed a little harder.

"Now I have your attention you bastard," I said, "don't move or I will rip your balls off with my bare hands. I am going to tell you what you don't know."

I looked up, his face was red, and I knew I had his attention. "Those are not my parents. In my bag I have papers that prove who I am, that they are not my parents, that I am in fact three years older than you think. I came to stay with them when I was much younger after my parents were killed and I had no relatives, but I had missed three years of school, so I just pretended I was younger than I was so I could finish school. They took me in. I am a fully grown woman not related to them and I can have sex with any one I want."

His face looked angry; I squeezed his balls a little tighter. "When you came in me yesterday you mixed your DNA with mine in a way that can only happen in sex. When I got home, I cleaned myself out and put all your disgusting stuff in a jar, ready for the police. In a moment, when I let go of your balls, I shall rip my underwear, just the way it would be ripped in a rape. More evidence for the police. When I go to the police, I shall tell them that you kept following me, trying to take photo's up my skirt on the bus, so much so, that I stopped going upstairs on the bus. I shall tell them that we often thought that we heard a drone outside our windows." I had no idea how he took those photographs; it was all I could think of; it was a guess.

I squeezed just a little tighter, the colour seemed to drain from his face. "Now then, are you going to delete those photographs?" I tweaked his balls a little, he nodded. "Are you ever going to bother me again?" He shook his head mouthing a 'no'. I had my fake paperwork ready in case he called my bluff, he didn't.

I still had his balls tight in my hand. I reached up under my skirt with my other hand and pulled hard at my old panties, we both heard them rip. "There," I said, "along with your disgusting sperm from yesterday that is evidence of rape, and I have put an old bra that I tore into your wheelie bin and pushed it right to the bottom." I lifted my top enough to show him I wasn't wearing a bra. "I will tell the police that when I managed to get away, I couldn't find my bra, that it must still be here. That will really convince them. So, am I ever going to hear from you again?"

He shook his head vigorously. I still really wanted to pay him back so I squeezed his balls as hard as I could, really with all my strength and I held them tight, not letting go. His knees sagged, and he gagged. I let go and stepped away, I didn't want him to vomit on me. He fell to the floor, gagging, holding his balls.

I turned away and left running, leaving his door open, and I made a point of looking like I was crying and clutching at my clothes. I wanted to look for all the world like a rape victim in case any neighbours happened to be looking out. Of course, I hadn't hidden a bra in his wheelie bin, but I knew today was fortnightly bin day and his bin was probably full, and it would serve him right trying to find a non-existent bra in it with two weeks food and other waste.

It was a gamble. I didn't know if it would work, but I didn't know any gangsters to help me out, that had been a silly first thought, quickly dismissed, I didn't want to involve my parents, they would only worry, and of course I was their child and of course I wasn't three years older. It was from a story I had read long ago on an online girl’s forum; it had been based on truth, I adapted it and hoped he was stupid and scared enough to believe it.

At home I showered, not that he had touched me, but I had touched him, and I wanted to cleanse myself of him completely. I put my little bottle and the clothes from today into a bag and pushed them to the back of my wardrobe. I hoped that I would never need them.

Jase came round after lunch, he had a few hours before he had to go to work. I decided to make up another story for him, it would take my mind off the events of the morning.

"My dad shagged me again this morning."

"Oh wow, was your mum around?"

"I don't think so, I think she had gone to work. I had just showered and was sitting on my bed wearing just my robe. Dad tapped the door and walked in."

"Okay, didn't he wait?"

"No, he just walked in. It seems we all leave our doors open now. Anyway, as I turned to speak to him my robe gaped, he would have had an eyeful of my boobies."

"No man could resist," He said as he reached across and fondled my left boob, opening my robe, seeing that I was naked beneath it.

"He pushed me back and I lay down, my robe covering one boob, but leaving the rest of me visible."

"And open," Jase said, his hand moving down to my crotch. I lay back and continued to speak.

"He ran a finger down between the lips of my sex, running along the floor of my valley."

"Like this?" Jase asked as he ran a finger between the lips of my sex, my valley floor seemingly wet to his touch.

"Yes," I whispered. I regained composure and continued with my story. "His finger moved up and then down to my opening and he pushed inside me a little and his finger moved around."

Jase moved his finger up and then down to my opening and then he pushed inside me a little and his finger moved around in circles inside me.

"Yes, just like that," I gasped.

"As his finger moved around inside me, I heard him undoing his zip with his other hand. His finger inside me began pushing deeper." My fantasy was unfolding.

I felt Jase's finger deeper inside me, his palm pushing against my lips, pressing into my valley. I heard him pull his shorts down.

"Dad removed his finger, leaving me feeling empty and wanting, he stood and pushed off his trousers and underpants. I could see his hard cock, ready, wanting."

Jase slipped his finger out and moved his hand away from me, stood up and pushed his shorts and underpants off. I could see his beautiful hard cock, a small bead of white at the end.

"Dad leant over me, his cock touching my sex, he steadied himself with one hand, and used his other to rub his cock up and down my valley then position it at my opening."

Jase leant over me, his cock touching my sex, he steadied himself with one hand, and used his other to rub his cock up and down my valley then position it at my opening and began to slowly push in.

"Dad pushed in and then started move, in deep, back to almost out, in deep, almost out. My fanny gripped him, it wanted him inside me."

Jase started move, in deep, back to almost out, in deep, almost out, faster and harder. My fanny gripped him, it wanted him inside me. I felt Jase's cock rub against my wrinkle inside, I felt him when he reached my depth and pushed my inside, I felt him as his belly pressed my clitoris.

"I felt dad's cock rub against my wrinkle inside, I felt him when he reached my depth and pushed my insides, I felt him as his belly pressed my clitoris, I felt his every movement as he shagged his daughter's fanny."

Jase shagged as hard as he ever had, pressing deep inside me, his cock stretching my fanny , his balls slapping my thighs, I gasped, any thoughts of continuing my fiction evaporated as Jase took over my body. 

"Oh god yes Jase," I mumbled, the slap of his shagging loud in my ears, and as I felt his spurts, my bottom clinched, my fanny spasmed and gripped his cock, and the jolts spread from my fanny to my navel, to my nipples and my orgasm rolled through my body, me shaking, stuttering, mumbling and slowly, once more, breathing.

"Dad finished inside me," I managed, "and his cock slowly slid out, making a slurping noise as it fell."

Jase's cock was still hard and was still inside me.

"Dad got up and collected his clothes, blew me a kiss and left, leaving me with a gaping fanny dripping his sperms and my juices, them puddling on the bed beneath me.

Jase began to move again, his still hard cock sliding in my fanny, his sperms escaping along the side of his cock. Faster and harder he moved, my body unable to react, I was spent from my orgasm, I lay there as Jase shagged me to his completion, I barely felt his spurts, I just lay there.

"That was hot," Jase said. "Hotter than me fucking mum again."

I didn't want the story, not if I were to participate, I was too done in. "Tell me tomorrow baby," I said, "You've done me in just now."

"What did dad say, mum?" We were alone in the kitchen, dad was out.

"What did dad say when sweetheart?" Mum asked.

"After, you know, yesterday, when you joined him in the shower, or later, you know, what did he say? Was he okay about it?"

"Oh, okay sweetheart, he was fine, just a little nervous about how I would react, you know, he said it was one thing for me to know you and he are having sex, it is quite another for me to actually see it."

"And him to see us doing it mum, that must have taken him a little aback."

"Yes. He said it had messed with his brain. I kind of tried to show him that I loved him in the shower and then again in the bedroom."

"How mum?"

"Natalie Marie, there are somethings that we don't talk about."

"Why mum? After what we did with each other, with dad, why are there things we don't talk about? So, how mum?"

"Oh, I suppose you are right. I used my hand on his penis in the shower, and then when we went back to the bedroom, I used my mouth on him if you really must know. And then when he was ready, I sat on him and put him inside me, and we rocked a gentle love together."

"Okay mum, and how do you feel about it, now later, after all is done?"

"I don't want to do that again. I don't want you and me and dad in the same bed together making love. I don't mind you and dad, I don't mind me and you, but I absolutely prefer me and your dad. And I absolutely do not ever want to see dad making love to you. I cannot unsee what I saw."

"I am sorry mum, I thought it was what you wanted to see."

"Oh, sweetheart, no, you did right, but I just don't want to see it again."

"Okay mum, I love you."

"I love you too Natalie, I love you too."

 

Seconds or Deserts?

Seconds or Deserts?

I had slept really well. Which was surprising as I was still asleep in dad's arms when mum came home and shouted upstairs that tea was ready. It still surprises me that mum is completely okay with me and dad having sex, I mean, really, knowing we are, and then seeing the evidence are two completely different things, aren't they?

After breakfast I dressed and went into college to pick up the notes from the lecture I missed yesterday. There wasn't anyone around that I knew, it was a no college day for me today, and unlikely anyone would be, so I walked into town and grabbed a Latte at Jamaica Java, I wasn't in any particular hurry to go anywhere. I sat and watched people walking past, some slowly, some hurrying as if they were late to get somewhere, others just staring at their phone as they walked, I always wondered how come they didn't bump into people or things like post boxes?

As I left my other next-door neighbour, not Sandra and Pete, but Brian, called out, 

"Hi Natalie."

"Oh, hi Mr Clarkson," I replied. "Haven't seen you for ages, how are you?"

"I am fine Natalie, if you are going home, I can offer you a lift if you would like?"

"That would be nice Mr Clarkson, yes please."

"Right then, I am done, and the car is just in the multi-story." I tagged along, following him to the car park entrance and then up a couple of flights of stairs. I don't drive, yet, but I would just lose my car in a car park, every floor looks the same, row up row of cars, most of which seem to be exactly the same.

As we pulled out of the car park into the slow traffic making its way around the town centre, he started chatting.

"It's odd, we don't seem to have seen much of you or your parents," he said, "everyone seems so busy these days."

"I know Mr Clarkson, I am either at college or usually at a friend's, we just seem never to stop. Mum is at work or across at Nans or Auntie Pegs, and dad just seems to be always at work. In the evenings we have tea and collapse in front of the TV, very boring we are."

"Oh, not at all, I don't believe that for a moment. But we are the same. Mary is often out volunteering and helping out, keeping herself busy, and I do a little part time work, but I do like to spend as much time in the garden as I can."

We pulled up at his house and he parked on his drive. "Why don't you come in, I am sure Mary would love to say hello."

Nothing much else to do, so I agreed and followed him in. "Would you like a drink?" He asked.

"A glass of water would be great" I said.

"Right, you go and sit in the lounge, I will rustle up a glass or water and see if I can find Mary."

Their settee was leather and it had shaped seats. When you sat on it, it kind of forced your legs apart due to a small middle hump in each seat. The leather was a little cold on my legs to be honest.

"Right Natalie, Mary is nowhere to be seen, I assume she is off busy volunteering, she will be sad to have missed you. Here's your water." He passed me a glass of water and sat directly opposite me in an armchair. I noticed it was like the settee and as he sat, his legs were kept apart. His trousers seemed to be well filled. I chided myself for looking.

"Thank you for the water, Mr Clarkson. I will make sure to look out for Mrs Clarkson and pop and chat to her."

I noticed his eyes seemed to be fixed at my knees, or just between, as I had been at his I guessed. I wondered if mum's hormones strayed to next door. 

"Oh that is nice, thank you. Mary will be pleased. I must say it is interesting the things you hear when you are out in the garden."

"I don't really get out into the garden much Mr Clarkson, I don't seem to be much of a sun lover, light hair colour I suppose."

"No, I suppose so. You did seem to be very happy yesterday afternoon, I must say, just after your dad came home, only it was quite clear in our back garden."

I didn't know what to say. I know I had screamed loudly when I orgasmed, I guess mum and dad must have had their bedroom window open. 

"Oh, er yes, I suppose." I mean, well, I presume he wouldn't know exactly what the sound related to.

"It certainly sounded very intimate."

"Er, yes, I guess." If I could have squirmed in my seat then I would have, but my legs remained firmly parted and Mr Clarkson’s eyes seemed focussed on my knees, or rather what he could see between, my white panties.

"Now I am no prude and I have no concerns of who does what with whom, but it did sound really, well, arousing."

"Oh, I am sorry Mr Clarkson, I don't mean to arouse you." Now, why on earth did I say that.

"My dear, I don't mind if you do, really, I don't mind if you do."

"I am not sure what I would do to arouse you," I said looking at his trousers, his now very full trousers. "I mean, I wouldn't want to cause you any discomfort."

"Well, a beautiful young lady such as you, really doesn't need to do much, I mean, just a glance, a stolen glance, can be enough."

I put my hands on the hem of my skirt and raised it up my legs, my panties now in easy and full view. "You mean like this Mr Clarkson?" I asked looking at his crotch, the bulge really quite evident now.

"Oh yes, exactly like that."

"And what would Mr Clarkson like me to do if I were to arouse him?" We were definitely beyond the point of no return.

"I think Mr Clarkson would love to see more." He was getting a little red in the face.

I stood up, not so easy on the slippery leather settee and my skirt fell back, hiding my panties once more. I put my hands to the hem of my top and slowly pulled it up, revealing my bra and then over my head. 

"Like this Mr Clarkson?" I asked, he nodded in approval. I undid the button and then the zip of my skirt, holding it around me before letting it fall. I stood before him in my bra and panties. I turned around and bent forward, I know that men seem to like the view from the back.

"How is this Mr Clarkson," I asked looking at him through my legs. He was pressing his hand to his crotch.

"That is very good Natalie, very good indeed."

"You look to be in a bit of a fix there Mr Clarkson, shall I help?"

He nodded and I stood back upright and went across. I undid the buckle of his belt and then the catch at his waist. I undid his zipper and his pants bulged out; his cock still contained. I stood and put my hands behind my back and undid my bra. I held the cups for a moment and then let it fall away, my boobs now on full show at his eye level.

"Oh my goodness Natalie," He said, "You really are a sight for sore eyes."

"Raise your hips Mr Clarkson," I said and as he did so, I pulled his trousers and his pants down, puddling them at his ankles. He had a remarkable cock. 

"Wow Mr Clarkson, your cock is fabulous," and it was. It wasn't as thick as dads, but it was longer, it had a slight bend in it, and it looked exceedingly hard. Beneath it were an impressive set of balls. They were bigger than any I had seen and had big wrinkles across them and a big seam down the middle, separating each ball.

"I think we ought to upstairs Natalie," He said.

"Oh, I think, for now, we are alright just here Mr Clarkson, I mean all I need is your cock and that is right here." I bent forward and kissed the end of his cock. It twitched as I did so, and he also jumped a little. I opened my mouth and sucked him in, using my tongue to lick as my hand held his cock and gently moved his skin up and down, my other hand cradled his balls.

"Oh my goodness, and I haven't even seen all of you." He gasped as I worked his cock up and down in my mouth.

I released his cock from my mouth but kept using my hand. "If you want to see more Mr Clarkson, well, my hands are full I am afraid."

He reached forward took my panties in his hands and pulled them down revealing my sex to him for the first time. I opened my stance a little and felt as he ran a finger between the lips of my sex.

"Oh my, shaved, how wonderful, what a sight, I could never have guessed."

I let go of his cock and I turned around and crouched to sit on his lap. I reached behind me and held his cock and guided it into me. Slowly I lowered myself and still he kept coming, I reached what I thought was my depth, but there was still more of him. I felt a tug inside, and then he went in more, I had never been filled like this, was he in my womb too?

"Oh Natalie, you feel unbelievable."

"Do you still want to go upstairs Mr Clarkson?" I asked as I began to move up and down on his frankly amazing cock, a slight discomfort deep inside as I shagged him.

"Oh no, this is more than perfect Natalie." He put his hands around me and started playing with my boobs, holding my nipples, slightly twisting them, not enough to cause pain, but enough to awaken them and their senses. I began to push a little harder and take a little more of him inside me, and then he was filling me, fully, all of him was inside me and there was no more to take, I had managed to get all of him in me.

I started to move faster, rising more, pushing fully down, rocking slightly back and forward as I shagged my neighbour on his leather chair, my fanny feeling tested like it had never before, his cock as hard as a rolling pin inside me. Harder and faster and he began to hold my breasts, his grip unmoving, I guessed he was close, I tried to squeeze his cock with my fanny as I rose.

"Oh flip, yes, yes," he called out, "yes, I am going to fill you Natalie."

You already are filling me I thought and as I squeezed hard and pushed down as much as I could, I felt him flex and he spurted, it felt different, he was in deeper, the spurts seemed to have more pressure, twice, three, and then four times he rose, each time a spurt.

I hadn't climaxed, it was a different feeling today, it just felt like pure sex. A shag, nothing more. I slowly eased myself up and off Mr Clarkson, his cock already softening and as I pulled off there was almost the sound of a finger pop and my fanny released his cock, letting it fall back into his lap. I turned around and knelt before him, my mouth licking him, tasting our juices, drying the sperm from his cock.

When I had done, I stood before him, my back to him and I slowly dressed. My panties first, up my legs and then stretched over my fanny, hiding my treasure from him once more. I turned and put my bra on, holding each boob and adjusting it in each cup. My top next and then finally my skirt, slowly pulling it up over my knees and fastening it around my waist.

"I wonder if we disturbed any neighbours today Mr Clarkson."

"You know what Natalie, I don't care if we did. You really are a remarkable young lady."

"Well Mr Clarkson, you can give me a lift home from town any time that you like, you are a remarkable man yourself and your cock, well, I think you have been where no one has gone before."

"Even Mary can't take me the way you can. Remarkable."

I intended to go in the shower when I got home, but dad was already in there, door open as usual, so I just went in, pulled my panties off, eurgh covered in sperm, they needed to go into the laundry, and sat on the loo. "Hi dad."

"Oh, hello Natalie," dad replied, continuing to wash his cock.

"You are home early dad," I commented, watching his balls as they danced beneath his cock.

"Well, yes, I had finished the contract I needed to do, and decided rather than start work on the next one I would just take an early day." He moved his hand behind him, lifted a leg and washed his bottom, before going back and cleaning his balls. It really was interesting to watch a man clean himself, I just sort of go front to back, but then I haven't got bits in the way like dad.

"Cool." I was still dripping, crikey Mr Clarkson had really deposited a lot in me, or, it had really gone a long way inside and took a time to find its way back out.

"Why don't you join me and wash my back sweetheart?"

"Well, there isn't really room dad is there?"

"Plenty sweetheart, just pop your things off, get in and grab a scrunchy." Oh well, I suppose.

I took my top off, undid and removed my bra and stepped out of my skirt. I put the loo seat down and put my clothes on the lid. I got into the shower behind dad and reached around him for the scrunchy.

"Soap please dad," I held the scrunchy out in front of him for him to squeeze the shower gel on.

"Done baby," dad said. I started at dad's shoulders and rubbed the scrunchy in a circular motion. Dad doesn't really have a hairy back, there are a few here and there, but not many. I worked across his shoulders and then down and finally I cleaned between his buttocks, pushing the scrunchy all the way through to his balls.

"Your turn now baby," dad said turning to the side so that we could change places, his cock getting hard I noticed as I slipped past him. Dad took the scrunchy off me, reached around me for the soap, his cock jutting into my bottom as he squeezed the gel into the scrunchy. He stepped back a little and started working the tops of my shoulders.

He did each shoulder and my neck before going down my back, he was rubbing quite hard, almost exfoliating, but he did ease up as he did my side boobs. He went down the small of my back and then down my bottom, underneath and as far as my fanny. He passed me the scrunchy and as I leaned forward to put it on the stand his cock pushed between my legs and into me.

I guessed I hadn't fully closed up after Mr Clarkson, and I guessed some of his juices were still in me, lubricating me, but dad just slipped right in. "Someone was ready," dad said as he began a slow shower shag.

"Yes dad, mmm." Well, what else could I say? That our next-door neighbour had just prepared the way for him? No, I didn't think so. As dad shagged me his hand reached round and played a little with my clitoris.

"Use the shower head dad, spray it on me, it is amazing."

"Oh, is it now?" Dad said and took the shower head and sprayed it over my sex, holding my lips apart with his fingers as he aimed at where he thought my clitoris was. Oh gosh, that was wonderful. The water was tickling and stimulating as dad was shagging, a slushy slapping as he went in me. Before I knew it I was approaching the orgasm I hadn't had with Mr Clarkson, it ballooned and then there it was, my fanny clamped dad and my fingers clenched and as the pleasure rolled through my body I felt the spurts from dad as he added to what Mr Clarkson had left in me. Dad would never know that he had been the desert.

"Oh crumbs dad." I gasped as I slumped forward, the shower cascading warm water over me, running down my back and collecting and falling from between my legs. Dad's cock fell out as he softened and he stood back.

"That was a nice surprise for my day sweetheart," he said, "perhaps we should shower together more often." Thing is, I thought, I now need a shower to clean myself inside.

 

Consequences to being seen

Consequences to being seen

Mum and Dad had gone to work. Jase had an evening off and would be coming round to mine later. He did say I could go there and stay, I had said 'Let's see when you get here, we can always go back to yours'. I wasn't sure about being in his parents' company at the moment.

The front doorbell rang, it was Sandra from next door. "May I come in?" she asked.

"Oh, of course Mrs Wilson, yes. Would you like a coffee or a tea?"

"Oh thank you Natalie, no, I am alright thank you, I have just had a coffee at home, and I was thinking about what I saw and heard, and, well, I just had to come round."

"Oh." At least it hadn't been long cock from the other side, I don't think I was ready yet to entertain Mr Clarkson again. "Let's sit in the lounge."

We went in and Mrs Wilson patted the settee, "sit next to me."

I sat next to her on the settee. I sat slightly sideways and twisted my head a little so that I could see her as she spoke.

"That was your father yesterday." She said.

"Yes." There was no point in saying something like 'when'. She had obviously seen me and dad on the lawn shagging.

"Having sex."

"Yes."

"It looked really hot."

"I don't know I wasn't watching, but it felt good."

"I was watching, and listening, and I can tell you, it was hot. I was rubbing myself furiously at the end when you cleaned each other."

"Oh? Okay. Nice." I was at a bit of a loss as to what to say. I wasn't entirely sure what she wanted. Her husband was at home as far as I knew and he could shag her, why did she come here?"

"I may have to come round and seduce your dad and get him to shag me, he has a nice looking dick."

"That would be up to dad."

"Would you like to watch if I did?"

"No. Watching people have sex does nothing for me."

"Do you not look at porn?"

"Nope."

"Have you seen your parents have sex?"

"Yes, they never shut their door and they are pretty frequent." Why am I discussing my parents sex life with a neighbour.

"I hear them sometimes, they leave their bedroom window open."

"Yes I know."

"Sometimes I hear the same sounds when only you and one of them is home."

I shrugged.

"You fuck both of your parents?"

"Never together." Well, that wasn't strictly true, but she didn't need to know that.

"Does it make you hot, talking about it?"

"No, not at all."

"God it makes me so hot, I just want to fuck you right now."

"Oh."

"Would that bother you?"

"That you want to shag me? No, that doesn't bother me. Why would it?"

"Would it bother you if I did?"

"What?"

"Fuck you."

"Oh."

She put her hand on my leg and moved it up my thigh, her fingers touching my sex through my panties. I opened my legs a little more. She pressed my panties into my crease.

"Shall we go into the garden?" She asked. I nodded.

She stood up and pulled her top off and then her skirt. She was naked, no underwear. She leant forward and pulled my top up and off, and then undid and removed my bra. I stood up and she undid and dropped my skirt and then knelt before me and pulled down my panties. I had said nothing the whole time. She leant forward and kissed the top of my crease. Ooh that was rather nice.

We walked to the back door and out into the garden. "Here is perfect" she said, pointing to a spot in full warming sunlight. She took my hand and pulled me down, and she lay on her side next to me. "Oh this will be fun," she said as she traced around my nipples with her fingers. "Lay back Natalie."

I lay fully on my back, my legs apart and my arms by my side. The sun was behind us, so not blinding, but still warming. She leant across and kissed me, her tongue sliding across my purse, and as she dipped her tongue in, I felt a finger run along my crease, pushing in slightly. I moved my bottom slightly in encouragement.

I began to kiss her back, my tongue seeking hers and as I did so her finger delved deeper into my crease, finding my wetness and spreading it around my lips and my opening. Two fingers teased at my entrance and then slowly found their way in, unhurriedly pressing into me, unable to get to my full depth, but wiggling and manipulating my inside, a nail scratching against my inner wrinkle.

She pulled away and turned around, her head going down to my fanny, her legs straddling my head as she lowered her fanny to my face, we were fanny to fanny. I reached up and blew softly on her fanny and then teased her opening with two of my fingers, I was happy with two, although knowing the size of her husband, I could probably have got my whole hand inside.

I crooked my fingers and pressed up towards where her clitoris would be on the outside, and with my other hand I pressed her clitoris down to where my fingers were internally. I wiggled and I waggled and then I leaned up and took her clitoris between my teeth and slowly chewed. I pulled my fingers out of her fanny and slid them back towards her anus where I stopped and pressed, not entering, but giving the impression I would. My mouth moved from her clitoris, and I ran my tongue slowly along her valley, feeling her pulses as her arousal grew.

I moved my fingers from her taint and pushed gently back inside her fanny and began a gentle sawing motion. When my fingers were fully in, my one finger strayed backwards and pressed at her taint, when my fingers were out my thumb rocked her clitoris. Slowly I increased my tempo, fingering her, increasing her arousal and feeling the pulses began to really rock and then she clamped hard on my fingers and sighed loudly.

"Fuck Natalie, you know how to give a girl a good time." She rolled away and lay at my side, breath in short pants, her fingers gripping and releasing the grass as she came down from her climax. "Do you get everyone under your control? All I want to do now is come back and fuck you again. Your mum obviously, from what I have heard, is also a Natalie disciple. Jesus girl you are like a modern day succubus. You are the only woman I have ever been with, I never even wanted to until we did my wardrobe."

I didn't know what to say about that, I had always assumed that it was mum's medication that caused it. I didn't think I was some throwback to ancient times of lore. 

"No Sandra, I am just a girl that likes a good time."

"Well I don't know, all I know is that you seem to have come sexually alive in the past month and we have all since become sex addicts. I can't get enough, and it seems, no one in your company can either."

It ties in with mum's medication, but I can't say anything. Sandra is probably not old enough for the medication, so she must simply be picking up the pheromones from mum, or perhaps, after all the exposure, I wondered if I was putting out the pheromones too? Very odd. We went back into the house and Sandra seemed in no hurry to go back home and sat naked on the settee for ages.

"Won't Pete wonder where you are?" I asked her.

"Oh no he has gone back again. Just me for a month now. That's why I may come round and fuck your dad."

"I thought he was at home longer than a few days." Well, that is what mum had said.

"He was asked to go back early on double pay, and we are not rich enough to be able to turn down that kind of money, we talked about it for all of five minutes whilst I was packing his back." She laughed. "He knows I won't get a man to satisfy me the way he does, so he isn't worried about going and leaving me."

"Sandra, you should meet Brian Clarkson the other side of us."

"Oh why?"

"Once you get him naked, you'll know what I mean. It will be interesting to know if you can take him, all of him."

"Oh, you naughty girl, you have, haven't you?"

I just shrugged.

"I shall take that challenge, now just to work out how to catch him alone."

"His wife volunteers a lot, so, wait till she has gone out, and then work your womanly magic on him. He is a man, he will cave in."

She laughed and put her few clothes back on and left.

I quickly showered and sat on the settee waiting for Jase to arrive. I much prefer a man's company.

"I did mum again," Jase said after we had kissed and cuddled a bit when he got here.

"Oh, okay about it?"

"Well yes, I just treat it as sex, it is a bit like wanking inside her instead of a sock."

Well that is an image I shall never lose. A sock? "Okay, so just physical sex, no pleasure, no emotion?"

"Obviously when I cum there is pleasure, but it is a bit like doing the washing up. A chore. I don't look forward to it, I kind of enjoy it whilst it is happening and then I am relieved when it is over. I don't get embarrassed or anything."

"I made my dad cum in his trousers."

"Oh my god Nat, how did you do that?"

"Mum was in the Kitchen preparing tea, I was sat on the settee, just here in fact, and dad came and sat next to me, where you are now."

"Nothing abnormal so far. Should I be aware that I may be about to cum on my pants too?"

"I should hope not, I should hope that you have somewhere much better in mind."

"Oh, I do, I just wondered if you had gained a sexual super power that you were about to use on me?"

"Perhaps I have, perhaps I haven't. Anyway, dad sat down and whispering, he asked me what I liked. I told him I liked his manly chest, and I undid his shirt and rubbed my fingers over his nipples, it made him shiver."

"Yes, It can do that." I started to fiddle with Jase's top, "not now, later, I don't want to pre-empt things." He said.

Spoilsport. I stopped fiddling with his top. "Then I said I liked his stomach and ran my hands down towards his belt. Then I told him I liked his cock when it was big and hard, and I started rubbing his cock through his trousers."

"I would imagine that would start to get things moving in the right direction. Your mum, still in the kitchen as this was happening?"

"I think so, anyway, as I was rubbing dad, I was saying how I loved his balls, how I loved him spurting his sperms, how I loved to feel them erupt inside me, coating me, and well, he spurted in his trousers and had to go and change. That is the gist, I obviously said a few more things, but I didn't physically touch him, only through his clothes. Now, tell me about your mum."

"I think you may actually have a superpower, I mean, you got me to want sex with you when we didn't intend to."

"You know why that is, your mum is the same now. Talking of your mum?"

"Yes. I had just showered, teeth etc and wrapped a towel around and was going back to my room to get dressed when mum called me into her room."

"Okay, well, at least you were covered up, it could have been for any innocent reason."

"True, but unlikely these days. I went in and she was stood there completely naked. 'Come and give your mum a cuddle,' she said. I told her I was just going to get dressed and go out. She said 'A few minutes won't make any difference Jason, now come and give your mum a cuddle.' So, I went up to her and put my arms around her to give her a cuddle."

"Okay, yes, nothing untoward so far boyfriend."

"You think? She bent her head and kissed me, and then her tongue was pushing into my mouth, her hands were all over my face and she was saying, between the kisses, 'kiss me Jason, kiss me properly.' "

"Oh. Well that is perhaps a little untoward."

"Then her hands went down and started tugging at my towel till it became loose, she pulled back and the towel fell to the floor. 'Much better' she said and as she was kissing me all over my face her hand went down and grabbed my cock, which, of course, traitor that it is, was getting very hard."

"Well yes, it is a boy cock, it knows when there are fun times ahead and likes to be ready. I bet your cock is hard now, not thinking of your mum, but thinking of my nice warm waiting wet fanny."

"Er, yes."

"Good. Carry on with your tale of your mum."

"She pulled me by my cock to the bed and we both sort of fell on it. She never once let go of my cock. I was laying back, mum was holding my cock, her hand moving up and down."

"Stroking you then?"

"Yes, sort of, more of a slow hand movement than a wank. Anyway she bent forward and sucked me."

"Crumbs, that is new isn't it?"

"Yes, and her mouth was so hot and wet."

"Mine is better."

"Oh god yes, yours is way better but you forbade me to compare. Remember?"

"Yes, yes I did. But mine is still better."

"She started sucking and moving up and down with her mouth, it really was just like a fuck, it was pretty unexpected. From my mum, I mean."

"Some boys apparently prefer a mouth to a fanny. I don't get it, but they do. From what I read in a magazine. One of mum's magazines I mean, not a porno."

"After my mum doing that, I can believe it. Me, I will take your fanny over my mum's mouth any day. She was beginning to grip harder with her fingers and I thought that she was going to make me cum, but she suddenly stopped. 'Now you are ready son, now come and fuck your mum, make me scream'. I mean, well, what was I to do?"

"I suppose you could have just got up, got dressed and come to see your girlfriend, made ready for her by your mum."

"Never going to happen. She would have been at that bedroom door blocking the way before I would have been halfway there. She lay back and pulled me to her. I settled between her legs and dipping forward, I pushed my cock inside her. She gasped and made yes sounds and then wrapped her legs around me. 'Fuck me hard Jason' She said."

"Well a boy has to do what his momma wants."

"And I did. I fucked as hard and as fast and as deep as I could, mum panting and gasping as I pounded her. My pubis was bouncing off hers and her legs kept pulling me back. I felt my balls begin to tighten, I knew my moment was close. 'I'm going to come mum' I said, 'good fill me with your baby makers, fill me.' And she pulled me in harder with her kegs and I came, I filled my mum's fanny."

"Wow, did that feel good? I mean it was a good one wasn't it?"

"I don't know if good is the right word. I had exploded pretty much inside her, I was drained, and as my cock came out it was followed by dribbles of white. Yes, there was the moment of intense pleasure, but I don't know that I enjoyed it. It was only on my way here that I remembered it was in mum and dad's room, and dad would be able to watch the whole thing. His son fucking his wife."

"Did she cum too?"

"Oh yes. Her fanny clamped hard on my cock, oh yes, and I bet when dad watches he will see her climax all over her face."

"Wife porn."

"Yeah, well I know he looks at porn, so perhaps that is how he would view it. If I were to see a video of you fucking someone other than me, I wouldn't see it as porn, oh no."

"You wouldn't enjoy it then, watching me shag another man then?"

"Fuck no Nat, why would you even think I might?'

"Good job I don't then isn't it. Now then. Here, or your house, or both?"

"Oh, here first, then possibly the woods on the way back, and then possibly later whilst mum prepares tea, and then possibly later in bed together in the darkness of the night."

"Promises that I shall make you keep."

Commando

Commando

I had been thinking a lot about the questionnaire, and the one question in particular. It asked ' do you wear a dress or skirt with no underwear in public, if so what is your motivation?'

It has been on my mind ever since and so I decided that I was going to go out in just a top and a skirt and see how I felt. I looked in the mirror, and I liked what I saw. My tartan skirt was a few inches above my knee, and my top was slightly sheer, you couldn’t quite see my boobs. 

I grabbed my bag and left. It was a short walk to the bus, and I liked the way the wind caught my skirt and made it flare as I walked. On the bus I sat in one of the sideways seats, the seats that face the central aisle, and anyone else facing or passing, rather than the back-to-back seats which basically hid you from view. No one else got on or off the bus before we got to town and so there was no opportunity to see any reactions. I wandered around the pedestrianised main street and was disappointed that the winds seemed to have died down.

I went into the precinct and went up the escalator and then walked around the top floor, keeping as close as I could to the glass walled edge. If anyone cared to look up, surely, they would see that I was wearing no panties? I could not tell if anyone did, no one seemed to be following me from below. This all felt like an anti-climax. I went back down the escalator and headed off to Jamaica Java. I ordered a long Latte and a cream slice. I was able to find a seat at a table that faced the window to the street. I sat, my legs apart, and watched as people walked past.

My Latte and slice arrived, and I thanked the waitress and licked some of the cream from my slice before returning my attention to the passers-by in the street. I noticed Mr Clarkson my neighbour from next door down the street, and then oddly I saw Jase's dad hurry by, neither of them seemed to notice me. Then the man from opposite came by, he looked into the coffee shop, smiled and walked on. I don't know his name; he is Scottish I think.

Someone I used to go to school with walked by, looked at me and then came back and into the coffee shop. He walked up to me and whispered in my ear, "I always thought you were a slut Natalie Jones, and now I see that you are," and walked off. I smiled, at least I had a reaction, and anyway, he was always a spotty oik at school, none of the girls would give him the time of day. "You wish" I called after him.

I sat there smiling, my plan for the morning had sort of worked, I had a reaction. Whilst I was musing the Scottish man from over the road came in and spoke to me. "You’re the young lassie from over the road I think?"

"Yes, I am Nat, or Natalie, I am sorry I don't know your name."

"Jamie McAlister. Pleased to meet you. Are you in a hurry or may I join you?"

"Oh I am in no hurry Mr McAlister, I am just drinking coffee, at some point I shall wander off to the bus stop."

"Would you like a top up whilst I am going to the counter?"

"Thank you, a Latte, please." The remains of the one I ordered earlier were cold, and I do dislike cold coffee. Oddly I don't mind an iced coffee, but cold? No.

He ordered and then came and sat next to me and we waited for our coffees to be delivered.

"So then young lady, what brings you so scantily attired into town?"

"Ha ha Mr McAlister, nothing really. A warm day, no college today, all caught up with my studying, so I thought I would just throw some clothes on and have a mooch around town."

"Indeed, and why not, you would do a Scotsman proud you know?"

"And why is that Mr McAlister?"

"They say if pants are worn under a kilt, then it's a skirt, not a kilt."

"Er, right. But I am wearing a skirt Mr McAlister."

"So you say lassie, so you say. But I know a kilt when I see one."

"And why are you in town Mr McAlister, mooching like me?"

"Och no lassie, I had to go to the main Post Office to get my passport renewal validated. I was wandering back and you caught my eye, aye, so you did lassie."

"Well, I think it is nice to be noticed."

We were interrupted by the waitress delivering our coffees. I took mine and blew on it a little before taking a sip. Only slightly too hot to drink, it wouldn't be long before it was just right. Mr McAlister seemed to have an asbestos mouth, he started gulping at his straight away.

"How are your parents lassie? I noticed a few comings and goings between the houses recently, is all okay?"

"Oh yes Mr McAlister, everyone one is fine, and I think the comings and goings are just neighbourly things, I think, otherwise I am not sure."

"Okay Lassie nae worries. I do see quite a lot from my little house, and also, I often hear a lot. It is amazing how sound can travel, and very interesting the things you can hear."

"Yes, Sandra, the lady right next door, she said that, and in fact, so did Brian the other side. It seems sounds do have a habit of travelling."

"I wonder lassie if sometimes, the sounds could be considered embarrassing?"

"Not at all Mr McAlister, takes an awful lot to embarrass people these days I think."

"Well lassie, would you like a ride home?"

"I think I am pretty much done in town Mr McAlister, so, yes, that would be wonderful, thank you."

The car park wasn't that far a walk and it only took us a minute or two to get there. His car was near the stairwell, and soon we were winding down to the exit. When we got to the street level and brighter light, I realised my skirt had ridden up as I had sat in the car. There was nothing hidden. I decided to ignore it rather than make a big deal of it. After all, I knew it might happen today, in fact I had dressed for it to happen.

When we pulled up on his drive he looked across at me, and I noticed that he glanced down to my lap, and he asked "would you like to pop inside lassie?"

"Okay Mr McAlister," I answered wondering where this would lead.

"You may know, you may not, but I am alone here lassie, there is no Mrs McAlister so I rarely get company."

"Oh that is a shame Mr McAlister, perhaps you could meet some more of the neighbours?"

"Well perhaps I may lassie, perhaps I may."

"But then, I am here now Mr McAlister."

"Indeed lassie, and are you prepared for what may lay ahead?"

Well, of course I was. He was a man, he had a cock, I was a girl and I had a fanny. The two may be destined to meet. "Yes Mr McAlister, as you may have noticed, I am prepared."

"And would you like to stay down here lassie, or perhaps go somewhere more comfortable."

"And where might that be Mr McAlister, might that be your bedroom?"

"Aye lassie, that it might."

I led the way upstairs, guessing that his room was at the front like mum and dads. He followed, a few steps behind, surely he was getting an excellent view as he looked up behind me on the stairs.

His room was tidy. Two wardrobes on one side, a couple of chairs, his bed under the window, neatly made with an embroidered bedspread that looked quite old. 

"I will just get a towel lassie, just to protect the counterpane." He went to the bathroom and came back with a large bath towel which he placed on top of the bed. He then started to undress, first his jacket and then his shirt, both of which he placed on a chair by the wardrobe.

"Come on lassie, don't be shy, I am sure you were looking for an adventure like this when you went out this morning."

"Oh absolutely Mr McAlister," I replied, "only I didn't want to rush ahead." I pulled my top up slowly and folded it, placing it on the other bedroom chair. I turned away from him and undid my skirt and slowly lowered it, bending away from him as I bent to pick up the skirt. Folded, it joined my top.

I turned to face him; he was sitting sideways on the bed watching my every move. He patted the spot beside him, and I went and sat.

"Do you like to kiss lassie?" He asked, a question that quite surprised me.

"Of course, Mr McAlister, I am here for pleasure." Not for business I mentally added.

He turned and took my face in his hands, bowed his head and kissed my lips. A gentle kiss at first, his lips feeling dry on mine, and then he kissed harder, his tongue breaking through my purse. I put my arms around him and kissed back, our tongues dancing as we embraced. I twisted slightly and straddled him, his cock trapped beneath me as we kissed, my face in his hands, my hands about his back.

He leant back and I followed him, still kissing, his one hand now moving to my boobs, his kissing more passionate, more personal even. His cock freed from its trap and sprang up, pressing now into my valley, my wetness allowing his cock to slide freely. I shimmied and his cock was at my entrance. I pushed onto him and he slipped inside my available and lubricated fanny.

"Och lassie," he murmured between kisses. I pulled away slightly, pressing him to lay back as I worked his cock in my fanny. He was a good size and easily reached my depth, his cock width stretching me too, but not as much as Jase. Jase was my yardstick, my norm, and Mr McAlister was a little longer but not so wide, his balls were comparable.

He started pushing back as I was pulling up, his movements becoming a little faster. I wondered what company apart from his hand he had had, and how long ago there had been any variety. I leaned forward again and started kissing him, passionately, my hands about his face as I moved on his cock.

"I am about to cum lassie," He gasped, "do you want me to pull out?"

"Oh No Mr McAlister, where would be the fun in that?" I started to squeeze his cock with my fanny muscles, pulsing in time with my movements and my own orgasm began, his pressing in me had done its work, and the electrics were moving up in rate, shooting from my fanny to my nipples. I squeezed hard with my fanny and as my orgasm took over, I clamped down hard, gasping into his face as I tried to kiss him.

He finished, two spurts, powerful splashing against my deep inside, and we slowed, his cock wet and slippery inside me, only held in place until I moved. 

"Och lassie," he looked at me as he spoke quietly, "you are no newcomer to these things that is for sure. I thank you for my pleasure."

"Oh Mr McAlister, the pleasure was equally mine, I assure you." I moved back a little and felt his softened cock slip from me, leaving me a void in its place. I slipped back a bit further, bent forward and sucked his cock into my mouth, drying his sperms and my juices, cleaning him to leave him sated and dry.

After I got home I dived into the shower, sluicing my insides, cleaning my thighs and thoroughly washing my face and neck. Utterly enjoyable afternoon and one I hope to repeat, but no one likes drying sperm on their skin. And no one likes finding dried sperm on their partner's skin.

After I had put my robe on and sat on the settee, the door rang. It was Jase's dad. 

"May I come in?

"Er yes, Mr Mills, of course you can, only mum and dad aren't here just now and won't be back for a while."

"No. It was you I wanted to talk to."

"Oh? Er okay, not done anything wrong I hope?"

"No, Natalie. You may not realise, but I saw you in town, and I saw how you were dressed, and I haven't been able to get the image out of my mind."

I undid my robe and showed him my nakedness. "This image Mr Mills?" I asked, "my bedroom is upstairs." No point in beating about the bush.

I left my robe undone and led the way up to my room, after he entered, I turned and took my robe off, hanging it on the back of my bedroom door. I turned to Jase's dad and undid his belt buckle and then the clip at the waist of his trousers, they fell. I started to undo the buttons on his shirt, slowly going down, rubbing his chest after each button until I was down at his waist. I pushed the shirt back and off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I knelt before him and pulled his boxer shorts down, his cock at face level, I leant forward and sucked his cock into my mouth.

His knees buckled a little as I engulfed his cock with my mouth, taking his length entirely, his balls resting on my chin. I moved my head back and worth, effectively shagging him with my mouth, my fingers holding his balls, gently rolling them in my hands. I pulled back and let his cock fall from my mouth and his balls once more hang by themselves. I got up from my knees and lay back on the bed, my legs apart.

"Your turn now Mr Mills, show me how you can pleasure your wife, no holes barred, make me cum, make me scream Mr Mills."

He looked taken aback, perhaps Jase's mum just lays there and lets him shag her, perhaps Jase needs to teach his mum how to shag his dad. He knelt on the bed between my legs and leaned forward, stopping down until his face was at my fanny. I moved my hands down and using my fingers I held my fanny lips apart. He could have no doubts where to go. My clitoris would have been fully visible, glistening with my dew, my opening would be peaking, showing him his ultimate target.

He ran a finger up my valley and pressed lightly at my clitoris, rotating it a little and then alternating between a light push and a circle. Oh yes, the little electrics began to circulate, tickling the tiny valley between my fanny and my crinkle, finding a path via my navel to my nipples. I began to pant a little, holding my breath and releasing as his finger slid up and down between my inner lips and then circled my opening, his fingernail a focus as it began to probe me.

Slowly, oh so slowly his finger began to enter me, seemingly taking hours to go in a few millimetres at a time, and then a second finger was joining the first and I was being opened, the inner walls of my fanny hugging his fingers as he slowly, oh so slowly penetrated my depths. And then he closed his teeth around my clitoris and tugged as he pushed his fingers hard in me.

The electric overloaded and almost blew my fuse, shooting hard from my crotch I gasped loudly, and my back tensed. His fingers moved in and out, hard, fingers shagging me quicker and quicker, and still his cock hadn't entered, and I was about to explode, my orgasm was building, and this was going to be a big one, a volcano blowing its top.

My breath was held, my back was rigid, and my fanny suddenly clamped as the breath exploded from me and my orgasm erupted, me screaming then panting as Jase's dad fingered me to the almightiest climax, a beautiful and painful orgasm that left me wracked. I lay there gasping and then in an odd moment of clarity I said. "Now Mr Mills you need to go home and do that to your wife, and you need to do that at least twice a day and don't care if Jase is around, he won't watch, he will just be glad that he might get some respite. Now, go shag your wife senseless, fill her fanny with your spunk."